2 February 2013

Sweet Saturday Sample

Sweet Saturday Sample is back again! Where does the week go?  Seeing as how we are now into February and Valentine's day is fast approaching I thoought I'd share a little bit from His Chosen Bride, book 2 of The Gasquet Princes series.

She lost track of time until the flames caught her attention once more. They flickered from orange to gold, to silver, to white.

A flurry of snowflakes masked the flames and for a second Monica watched the most beautiful, pristine snow-scene she’d ever seen. Her lips curved in longing. How she’d love to get a toboggan and slide down that slope. She knew where it was, and had done just that many times in her childhood, first with her parents and then, in clandestine manner, with her brother. Sneaking an old tin tray from the back of her mother’s walk-in pantry, she’d then grabbed Billy’s hand and they’d rushed out the back gate, heading for the lakeside track that led up into the hills.

Darkness, dense and thick with grief dropped over the scene. Startled and disconcerted by the strength of emotion emanating from the vision Monica shifted to her knees, ready to stand, when a voice, a deep male voice, sharp with fear called out her name.
“Monica!”


She knew she’d never heard the voice before, and yet—it was as familiar to her as the image she saw in her mirror each morning.

“Help me, Monica.”

Desperate for more clues, she searched the darkness within the flames until it sputtered and faded. With a curse she jumped up and ran for the phone. With her outstretched hand hovering over it she halted and let her hand drop to her side once more. What could she say? What would the police or rescue team think of her if she called them and told them she’d seen a vision of a man in distress?

They’d laugh in her face and classify her as a lunatic. Well, maybe not. It wouldn’t be the first time she’d contacted them with positive information but something—an instinctive gut reaction told her what she’d seen this time hadn’t happened yet.

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12 comments:

Elaine Cantrell said...

Oh, that sounds good. What a delicious little mystery.

SherryGLoag said...

:-) Thanks Elaine.

Jennifer Gravely said...

I love the idea of playing in the snow! Great memory. Enjoyed the excerpt. Thanks.

Sandy Nachlinger said...

I love the way you turned a happy scene with pleasant memories into a serious and frightening situation. That made it even more dramatic.

Jenna said...

Great sample! I love the playful memory and the mysterious vision. I want to read more!

Carrie-Anne said...

I love all the imagery in this sample, and how it went from a happy scene to a nightmare.

Creations by Laurel-Rain Snow said...

Oh, now I'm drawn into this story...thanks for sharing. And thanks for visiting my blog.

SherryGLoag said...

Sorry for the delay in ressponding. Thanks Jennifer I has so much fun writing this story. It started on a weekly blog-hop site http://tuesdaytales1.blogspot.co.uk/ and at the time I didn't realise this was the openng for my Valentine story His Chosen Bride.

SherryGLoag said...

:-) Thanks Sandy. Sorry for the delay in responding. I'm glad you enjoyed this.

SherryGLoag said...

Thanks jenna, I'm glad it works for you.

SherryGLoag said...

Thanks for your kind words, Carrie-Anne. I'm delighted you enjoyed it.

SherryGLoag said...

:-) Laurel-Rain, sorry for the dleayed response. I'm so pleased you enjoyed this. Thanks for coming by.