Sunday, October 9, 2011

Walls of Jericho coming to Passions in Print

Scooting around the web, I found a great little publisher called Passions in Print. Being a western writer, I noticed a call for cowboy stories. So, being the person I am, I took up the challenge and wrote a story of two lovers broken up by a father who thought he knew what was best for his daughter. Here is an excerpt from this book due to be released at the first of the year...

Walls of Jericho

“A table please, by the window,” she murmured.

Head aloft, oblivious to the scowls of the females and the heated glances of their partners, she followed the man to a table for two. He drew back her chair and she took her seat. “Thank you,” Charlotte responded and laid her reticule next to her plate. Picking up the menu, she ordered the cafĂ©’s special. With the waiter gone, she took in her surroundings.

She discovered, to her delight, the two potted palms behind her offered a degree of privacy while the open Palladian window, to her left, held a grand view of the main street. Should Jericho show his face, she’d easily see him. Still, her pride stung that he was not here waiting. No matter, like two parts of a whole, they would find each other. She would play coy and he hard to get.

Musing over their coming conversation, Charlotte did not hear the waiter return until he cleared his throat.

“Yes?” She glanced up.

“The gentleman at the bar sends his regards and this.”

She watched as he placed a delicate stemmed glass before her plate filled with a dark red liquid.

“He would like to join you for dinner,” the waiter finished.

A look of divine contentment washed over her. Jericho had come.

Her heart skipped a beat. Delighted in her powers, the corners of Charlotte’s mouth drew upwards as if she’d savored a sweet morsel. Yes, Jericho Rivers was much more than that.

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