Today is another partially sunny day in the NW, and I love it! My dear husband is busy today, as he was yesterday, cutting firewood. We love our wood burner, and since it's been such a chilly several past months, we're still keeping it going. Unbelieveable since it will soon be May!
I received an email last night from my editor at BWLPP telling me that Sandcastles of Love should go live sometime this week. The cover looks great! Just for fun, I'm going to include here the first scene from the first chapter of the book. I hope you enjoy it!
I awakened with a start, bathed in cold seat, then blinked twice. A bulky shadow hovered alongside of me. Something with two glowing amber eyes was staring right into my face. Every muscle in my body tensed. Every nerve was standing on end.
I opened my mouth to scream, but all I heard was a shrill sound from my attacker.
Mee-ow.
In an instant my mind cleared. I couldn't help but giggling. Reaching out to rub the black Angora cat's head, I heard her begin to purr. Hadn't Tricia Ferris warned me her spoiled pet--who under no circumstances was to be allowed outdoors--liked to sleep on the foot of her bed at night?
"Good kitty. Nice Kitty," I said in a hushed, but still somewhat shaky voice. "Now get down where you belong and let me go back to sleep." I propped myself up on one elbow and gave her a gentle shove. The cat padded her way across the covers with slow, deliberate steps. I soon felt the weight of her curled-up body against my feet. The sound of her purring mingled with the ticking of my alarm clock.
I lay back down and jerked the covers more snugly around me. Darn! My midnight intruder had just interrupted the most wonderful dream. Midnight. Tricia couldn't have chosen a more appropriate name. Squeezing my eyes shut, my thoughts drifted back to my dream. It'd been about that gorgeous sun-tanned guy I'd glimpsed on the beach.
In the dream, we were walking together hand-in-hand, the icy surf washing onto our bare feet. I don't remember exactly what the guy was saying to me, but his head had been angled close to mine, and his words had left me with a warm, melting feeling.
Actually, he was more than gorgeous--in real life as well as my dream. I guess you'd say he rated somewhere between the Beach Boys and Misca Barisnokoff. Somehow he possessed a magical combination of carefree abandonment, physical agility and perfect form.
Perfect form. That was I admired most in a guy, I guess. Someday I want to be a professional dancer. I've taken lessons for eight years now at Miss Bernstein's School of Dance near Rochester and dream of winning a scholarship to the art academy after I graduate from high school.
Suddenly I knew I had to do more than just dream. I had to find that gorgeous guy again. I had to find him if it was the last thing I did. Tomorrow, I promised myself. I would get started first thing tomorrow.
