Welcome to Novel Gems ~ Killing Secrets 09-11-12!
I love to sneak a peek into a writer friend’s developing novel. It’s just so much fun watching their story grow and getting the inside scoop. So every Tuesday until I finish my romantic suspense, Killing Secrets, I’ll share a gem with you ~ a couple of sentences, several paragraphs of a pivotal scene, or a phrase that just made me sigh or laugh out loud or scares me or…well, you get the picture.
A bit of set up for today’s gem….
Rachel receives a mysterious package…and that’s all you’re getting! 🙂
KILLING SECRETS ~ Novel Gem By Karen Docter
When he handed her the box, she was surprised it wasn’t particularly heavy. Not as heavy as it would be with half a dozen hardback novels. She hesitated. Maybe it wasn’t from Katy. She’d have to have sent it overnight and this didn’t look right. In fact, it didn’t even have a return address. “Did you have to sign for this?” she asked Patrick.
He frowned. “No. Why? Is something wrong?”
“No.” She chastised herself for her disquiet. It was a package, for crying out loud. It was probably from Katy and she just forgot to add the return address. Maybe she only sent a few of the paperbacks. The package certainly hadn’t come from her mother’s estranged family in Dallas. She hadn’t bothered to tell them where she was going because they were still upset and fighting what her great-aunt Amanda had done with her estate.
The only other person from her old life that knew she was in Denver was Greg…and, that’s where these tingles of fear were born. He hadn’t exactly been in a gift-giving mood yesterday when Patrick chased him off the property.
“Rachel?” Patrick said, his hand holding out scissors to cut through the tape sealing the contents, his gaze searching her face. “Are you sure nothing’s wrong?”
“Nope. I’m good,” she replied with a tight smile. Taking a deep breath, she took the scissors from Patrick’s hand and slit the tape. Setting them down, she gathered the courage to lift the flaps and expose what was inside. For a moment the contents didn’t register. Then, her heart hiccupped. Stopped.
From her seat across the kitchen island, Jane peered into the box. “Ohhh! That’s pretty,” she said, smiling, unaware Rachel’s stomach had begun to roil like a bucket of worms.
….see you next Tuesday with another NOVEL GEM!