As you know, I participate in a weekly Tuesday blog called Tuesday Tales. Well, this week, the blog has a Saturday edition. I’ve been participating in Tuesday Tales for a couple of years. During that time, my imagination and the wonderful word and picture prompts supplied by bestselling author, Jean Joachim, have led me to create two novels. This morning, I would like to showcase one of them, Hello Again.
I’m a sucker for happy ending, but I do enjoy torturing my characters to get them there. We don’t value things we don’t work for. Maybe that’s why kids don’t take care of their toys and clothes the way we hope they would–they didn’t have to work to get them. I make Charley work hard for her happily ever after.
To an author, writing a book is like giving birth–you have to go through a lot of pain yourself to reap the reward.
For Charley Winters love means loss and pain. She’s spent the last five years struggling with her grief. Existing, not living. Drawn to Saskatchewan, she travels west take the job she’s always wanted. But life gets complicated when she’s rescued from a vicious tornado by her dead husband’s double, a man who makes her feel things she hasn’t in years. Add to that a native myth, a shaman, a green-eyed wolf, and her husband’s ghost … Can she lift a millennia old curse and find joy and love again?
Here is an excerpt:
“When it comes to anything that involves you, I’m psychic, remember?”
“Sure you are,” she answered, her voice laced with sarcasm and humor. “Having a First Nations great-great-great-great-grandmother who might’ve been a shaman, doesn’t give you any special powers, and considering your coloring, those genes are buried really deeply.”
He hooted, the sound of it erupting from deep inside him. She loved his laughter. Like everything else about her husband, it was genuine and honest.
“Oh ye of little faith. My Scottish genes may be strong, but my sixth sense keeps me out of trouble, and you know it.”
“Michael Winters, you are so full of it. If I were going to give you one of those First Nation names, it would be ‘Gets Into Trouble.’ Look at what happened when we went for a walk last month. You could’ve been killed. Dealing with wild animals is incredibly dangerous and you know it.”
“But I wasn’t,” he said with decisiveness. “That wolf pup is alive because I rescued it.”
She couldn’t argue with that. While Mike might not have a lick of sense when it came to his own personal safety, something that had terrified her while he’d been deployed, he was innately attuned to animals. She hadn’t even heard the pup’s cries. Any longer in that hole away from the she-wolf and food, and the pup would have died for sure. Mike had gone straight to the spot where the animal had fallen into the sink hole and dug until he could set the pup free. The little female had been very appreciative, licking his face like an exuberant puppy would.
“Only because Mama Wolf didn’t attack. It was eerie the way she and the rest of the litter sat and watched you, almost as if they understood what you were doing, and then, when the pup joined her, it was almost as it they’d all bowed to you, like you were some kind of savior.”
He winked. “I told you, it’s my granny’s power.”
She shook her head. Sometimes he was worse than a kid, but she loved him to distraction.
“You are so full of it. Fine, ‘Rescues Wolf Pup and Gets into Trouble,’ you win. I’ll try to nap this afternoon so you can tell me all about the ride when you get back. I don’t know why I couldn’t settle last night. Must be those out-of-whack hormones everyone talks about. I wish I were coming with you, but I get it—men only. Have penis, will travel.” She chuckled and leaned back into him. “You’re sure the bike’s working well? The throttle was a little sticky when we were on it the other day. I had a look at it…”
“And you took that valve apart and cleaned it. Everything was working perfectly, ‘Stands with a Wrench’ when I gassed it up last night—the advantage of being married to the most beautiful mechanic in the world,” he answered and laughed, nuzzling her neck as he always did.
“Stands with a Wrench? Really?” She chuckled. “I wish you weren’t going,” she said, unable to hide her distress any longer. “I just feel like something’s off.”
Mike straightened, all signs of playfulness gone. “The baby?” he asked, his forehead crinkled in concern.
She shook her head. “I don’t think so, but the little imp must’ve been doing handsprings on my spine last night. My back is sore this morning. I hope it isn’t the mattress.”
As a thank you for dropping by, you can pick up my YA suspense novel, Prove it, for free on Amazon.com from May 20-23, 2017 https://www.amazon.com/Prove-Susanne-Matthews-ebook/dp/B01N2X98ET
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