Saturday, August 29, 2015

Story Saturdays

On Sale For 99 Cents: 

*teenage romance

THE GIRL IN THE PINK BIKINI (The Coralee Chronicles) Book 1
*teenage romance

#1 New Release, Juvenile Fiction/Action Adventure
*YA Romantic Suspense

FLIGHT RISK (The Italian Series) Book 1
*romantic suspense

*romantic comedy

*YA Romantic Suspense

Preorder for September 5th:

FELICIA (Fabulous) Book 1
*teenage romance

New Release:

I have revised and updated an older novella, NOT DONE LIVING, and created a historical version as well. Both stories are on sale for 99cents. They are, in essence, the same storyline set in different eras. It was a fun project I may do again with other stories.

Off Site:

I had two fun interviews online this week. Visit Carol Moye's blog and read a bit about who I am and why I write.  Also, I had a nice chat with Sylvia Frances about my latest projects. Over on the GNFA blog, I discuss more about TAKE MY BREATH AWAY.

Writing News:

My primary web address is now Bookmark it and come back often to see what's for sale. You will also find all my book links there. Also, my Twitter name has changed to @SDWAuthor.

I am primarily working on the 4th book in The Billionaire Boys Club series, CRISTOBEL. I am hoping to finish and have it released in October. In this excerpt, Cristobel Wolfe, the younger brother of Paxton Wolfe (Book 3) meets a troubled young woman named Marina.


Marina Allenoy was very pretty, slim, petite, with silky brown hair cut shoulder length. He’d seen pretty women before, of course, but none that he was attracted to quite so much, and he wondered how much of that was because of how fragile she seemed. She’d driven into the lot rather hasty, sliding to a frantic halt. That had brought him to the front where the next thing he noticed was her pale complexion and large fear-filled eyes.

Something was clearly wrong, but what, he’d yet to figure out. Perhaps, it was a simple as her not feeling well like she’d implied. She seemed guarded, too, but again, that could be because they didn’t know one another.

“Will you come?” he asked again. He wanted her to come. A smile on her face would change it completely and, the act of painting, provide a distraction to whatever bothered her.

“I … I will. When do you think … you’ll have it open?”

“It’ll be several weeks yet, but if you like I can call you.”

Her expression shaded, reluctance returning. He hurried to comfort her. “Or you can call me. Here …” He rose from the chair and wandered to the counter. Digging beneath it, he scrawled his number and extended it to her. “That’s my private number. Call it anytime.”

She folded her lip between her teeth, her hand never leaving her lap.

“Please.” He stretched it out further.

She accepted at last, curling the paper in her palm. Her face flushed, she rose. “I … should go. I was headed to the store, and at this rate, will never get there.”

He smiled and walked her to the door, holding it open for her to exit, then rushing past her, opened her car door as well.

She paused without sitting and turned. She said nothing, but it was more what she wanted to say, and that he read very well. A smile flickered and she dipped her gaze. He finally reversed. She was gone minutes later. Expelling a sigh, he returned inside, dejected.


Suzanne D. Williams
Suzanne Williams Photography 
Florida, USA

Suzanne Williams is a native Floridian, wife, and mother, with a penchant for spelling anything, who happens to love photography.

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