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.
It’s occurred to me readers might enjoy taking a peek or two into my current project. 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….
Today’s gem will give you a peek into the scene when the hero, Patrick Thorne (Contractor), meets the heroine, Rachel James. He’s been aware of her from afar ~ translation, watching the sexy mother through his office window for several days ~ but he’s determined to avoid her. When her ex-husband shows up and she somehow falls, Patrick’s protective instincts kick in and he quickly jumps the hedge that separates his home/office and his parent’s property where Rachel’s housesitting and hiding with her little girl. Patrick’s picked her up and confronted the ex, Greg, who demands to know who he is. Rachel inexplicably tells him Patrick is her boyfriend….
KILLING SECRETS ~ Novel Gem By Karen Docter
“Preppy” laughed although he didn’t look the least bit amused. “You’re joking.”
Patrick didn’t question how she knew who he was, much less contradict her. Her declaration did the weirdest thing to his objectivity though. Rather than immediately discounting her claim as the blatant lie it was, he felt a Neanderthal urge to puff up his chest and carry his prize off to his cave. He hadn’t felt this possessive about a woman since…well, never.
Like they were the only things holding her up Rachel’s fingers fisted in the folds of his work shirt at the base of his spine, a trembling reminder the woman was frightened and likely to grasp at anything to throw between her and the ex. Even a fake boyfriend would do.
Rachel’s declaration gave him tacit permission to act as one. “You didn’t expect Rachel to remain alone for long, did you?” he challenged.
“Is that what she told you her name is? Rachel? You must be rolling in dough.” Her ex-husband curled a lip in a first class sneer. “I have to tell you, pal, Felicia’s quite the con artist. She may look like some kind of ingénue, but she’ll have you laid out to dry the second she gets her hands on your fat bank account.”
For all he knew, the woman was a con artist. Her fabrication about their imaginary relationship had tripped off her tongue easily. She’d certainly insinuated herself and her daughter into his parents’ good graces fast enough. However he didn’t like the way “Preppy” looked at her, so he stifled his reservations. For now. “Rachel can shave her head, call herself the Dali Lama, and spend every penny I have,” he said. “I have no problem sharing what I have with her and Amanda.”
The man didn’t say anything for several moments. Then, like he’d drawn four aces in a game of five-card stud, he smiled. “You may have somehow wormed your way into my wife’s frigid bed, but that’s about to end. I’m here now and you can’t have my daughter. She’s mine.”
….see you next Tuesday with another NOVEL GEM!