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Romance Writers Weekly: Flash Fiction

Romance Writers Weekly with coffe cup underneath and a mocha foam heart in cupFlash fiction is the topic this week on Romance Writers Weekly. The challenge is using the words Fire, Rain and Dog. I’ll be taking part of a scene from a current work in progress. Hope you’ve visited A.S. Fenichel already.

Josh slammed the door against the howling wind. Alone, Tori fell on the sofa in front of the roaring fire as the nor’easter beat torrents of rain against the windows of the beach house.

Men.  All different but ultimately the same. She’d left a jealous abuser and stalker only to fall for a hard-headed veteran with PTSD and commitment issues.  How could he be angry with her when she’d only sought to help him find his former canine partner?

Yeah, she’d agreed to work at Harley’s bar, however, Josh didn’t know why.  It was the only way to get the former SEAL to use his contacts to help find Josh’s dog.  As luck would have it, Harley stumbled upon a military contractor holding a private war dog auction.  Josh’s jealously would certainly vanish if they returned with Skye.

Of course his bitch ex-fiancée had shown up only making things worse. The daddy’s girl wanted back in Josh’s life for some reason and Tori intended to find out why.

Hope you enjoyed this snippet. Planing to have this story completed and finished in time for my RWA chapter’s 7 Cities Book Fest  in October. Our guest is author, Sherrilyn Kenyon.

Now on to the next author on the Romance Writers Weekly hop is the lovely Leslie Hachtel.

Flash Fiction: Yellow House – Romance Writers Weekly

It’s flash fiction week on the Romance Writers Weekly blog hop and I’m loving it! Hope you’ve already visited A.S. Fenichel who posed  this week’s prompt beginning with the opening line:

Nothing more than a yellow house on the edge of town, but her emotions jumbled whenever she drove by.

The small cottage sat across the road from the beach house where Jo Mercer grew up. Always in a bit of disrepair, the buttery stucco one story had been a cheap rental for vacationers in season.

Jo never forgot the day her Dad marched over with her brother and she in tow to help a young woman and her son unload a multitude of belongings from a banana colored station wagon. As a county firefighter, their Dad had always helped everyone without devised intention, but she’d clung to hope he’d eventually be interested in finding her and Bobby a new mother.

The woman had smiled and waved at their approach, her saffron colored scarf fluttering in the spring breeze. The sandy haired boy had just taken a box inside and returned from house as their parents made introductions. His ice blue eyes had narrowed a bit and concerned etched his brows. Instantly, she knew and connected with the pain of being abandoned by parent.

Like Dad, Bobby had never met a stranger and stepped up to the boy. “Hi, I’m Bobby and this is my sister Jo.”

“Ray,” he’d replied, extending a hand to her and then her brother. Such an unlikely gesture for a boy who turned out to be only three years older than she.

“Do you like to surf?” She’d asked hoping have Bobby and she might cultivate a friend longer than the weekly vacationers.

“I’d like to learn.”

Struck by his gentle smile and mesmerizing gaze, her eight year old heart fluttered. For a self-professed tomboy the moment took her by surprise.

“We’ll help you get these boxes inside and then hit high tide.” Bobby had leaned into back of the open station wagon and grabbed a box. She had followed suit and soon they were on boards riding waves for the next ten years.

She’d kept her feeling for him buried deep, becoming his surf buddy but nothing more. He’d move out of the little buttercream cottage after he’d graduated high school and then left for Iraq after she jetted to California on a surfing scholarship.

No other boy or man had ever compared to Ray. They’d stayed in touch, but it’d been five years since she’d laid eyes on him. Returning to her home town with dreams of what might have been or what might could be, she slowed her truck and felt the tug of her heart at the sight of the little yellow cottage.

I created this little short as a backstory to intro my novel, Hot as Blazes which takes place in the seaside town of Nags Head. where there quite a few yellow houses.

Please check out Leslie Hachtel following me on the hop this week. Hope you’ll check out her story for the yellow house.   I love it when we do flash fiction!