Wednesday, April 24, 2019

Posey and Drew...

...are in a dangerous situation.


    Turning around, I saw Celeste and Norm round the line ofcars, and released a long breath I’d been holding.         “Come on. They’re gone.” I unbuckled my seatbelt and pushed the passenger’s seat forward. “Let’s go.”
    “What?” Posey wiped her tear stained face with the end of her sleeve. “What? No. I... I can’t go now.”
    “Are you kidding me?” I gaped at her. “Don’t tell me you don’t know what’s in that box. They’re transporting.”
    “Transporting?” She shook her head like she was confused.
    “What the hell? Didn’t you say you used to be around this stuff all the time?” I took her hands and squeezed them. “They’re taking speed back to Seattle. They’ll probably going to sell it. If we stick around here, we’re accessories.”
    “Speed?” She closed her eyes and rubbed her temples. “My mom said she was clean. You were sitting right next to me.”
    “Does she look clean to you?” I asked, moving some ofthe junk on the backseat, so I could get closer to her. A filthy blanket fell open, and a gun clunked on the car floor. Sweatpricked the skin at my hairline. “We have to get the hell out of here. These people are dangerous.”
    “These people?” Posey snapped. “She’s my mom. Shewould never hurt me.”
    Groaning, I scruffed my hand across the back of my neck.“Hasn’t she already? Didn’t she abandon you for something like seven years, and let you rot in the system?”
    She flinched like she’d been slapped. “That was below the belt.”
    My insides crunched in on themselves, and I reached forher. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it. I just... I need you to understand what’s going on here.”
    “Which is what?” she yelled, her eyes filling again. Dammit. I didn’t know if I had it in me to see Po cry another time. “My mother might not be perfect, and she might have been gone a long time. But she came back. She came for me.Doesn’t that count for anything?”
    “No.” My heart was pounding

Tuesday, April 23, 2019

Do you have a secret?

Violet does. And it's about time Gabe finds out about it.


    “Do you love me, Violet?” Landon’s eyes were moist.
    This was killing me. It felt like there was a large animal sitting across my chest, crushing me. My phone beeped again.
    Landon’s eyes cooled. “It’s him, isn’t it?”
    I sniffled, reality setting in. It was a knife in the head. “Yes.”
    Fake Elvis deemed this moment worthy of a song, so he drew a breath and began singing “Fools Rush In”.
    Landon put a hand up in his face. “Do you mind?” Then, turning back to me, his frown deepened. “I’m going to ask you one more time. Do you love me?”
    In that instant, I could see Gabe’s face in my mind’s eye and sense his fingers sweeping across my cheek to brush a strand of hair back from my face. Every touch, every laugh, every kiss he and I had ever shared was burned into my brain. This wasn’t going to work. No matter how hard I tried, and no matter how deep into the woods I moved, I was never going to stop loving Gabe. It didn’t matter that he was marrying Alicia. The only thing that mattered was that I couldn’t live a lie. And marrying Landon would be a lie.
    “I’m so sorry.” I choked on a sob. “I never meant to hurt you.”
    Fake Elvis interrupted with the first few lines of “Are You Lonesome Tonight”.
    “Sir, could you please shut up?” I begged, before guiding Landon a foot or two away from the white jumpsuit. “I do love you. It’s just that...I can’t marry you, just to escape my feelings for Gabe.”
    He closed his eyes. “I can’t believe this is happening.” The woman behind the counter announced,“No refunds!” There we were, crying in a Las Vegas wedding chapel, while a chunky Elvis impersonator crooned. What a sight.
    I glared at the woman, then brought my eyes back to Landon’s pale face. “Landon, you deserve better. You deserve someone who loves you with her whole heart. I...I got so caught up in this whirlwind with you.”
    Fake Elvis’s head popped up next to Landon, his waist shaking and shimmying so much that he was brushing against me with his giant belt, while butchering “Don’t Be Cruel.”
    I whirled to face him. “Okay, I’m sorry, but I am going to kick your bedazzled ass in about thirty seconds...”
    The woman behind the counter pointed at me with a bright red nail. “Nobody talks that way to the king!”
    I hoisted my purse up over my shoulder and pulled Landon through the glass doors, just as another intoxicated couple stumbled inside.
    “Congratulations!” the woman slurred as we passed. The man beside her belched.
    As soon as we stepped through the doors, the ninety-degree heat hit me like a slap across the face. It was nearly eight thirty at night, and still stiflingly hot. I missed my cool, wet Seattle air.
    “We’re breaking up,” he said it matter-of-factly, and dropped my hand.
    A statement, not a question.

Wednesday, April 17, 2019

Have you checked out...

About That Summer yet?



“Molly?”
Startled, I sat up and bumped a fern above my head, which then rained water down on my head. “Great,” I muttered bitterly as a cold droplet rolled down the back collar of my shirt to my bra strap. “Who’s there now? You little punks come back to kick me while I’m down?”
“What?” Jamie emerged through the brush, his blond hair falling in wet scallops across his forehead. “Who are you talking to?”
“Nobody.” I sniffled and put my head back down. “Go away.”
“No.”
“What?” My voice was muffled by my arms.
“No. I won’t go away.”
Glaring up at him, I shook my head. “I know where my cabin is, Jamie. I can get back there by myself. I won’t get eaten by a damn bear.”
“You misunderstood me,” he said, using his teacher’s voice. I hated it when he used that on me. “And didn’t let me explain.”
“Explain what?” I wiped at my cheeks with my forearm, but my forearm was as wet as my face. “I asked questions, and true to form, you don’t want to answer them.”
“That’s not what I meant.”
“Then what is it!?” I cried throwing out my arms, and sending approximately one thousand more drops of residual rain pouring down on my head and shoulders. “You said you didn’t want to go through this again!? What do you want, Jamie? Either you want to talk, or you don’t. Pick a lane!”
He caught my hand and gave it a tug, bringing me to my feet in one swift swoop. Our chests were only an inch apart, and I swear I could feel his heart pounding through his saturated tee shirt. “I didn’t mean I don’t want to go through talking to you again,” he told me, his eyes catching the moonlight peeking through the parting rainclouds. “I meant I didn’t want to go through…” He paused to lick his lips, and I nearly peed my pants. “Thisagain.”
And then Jamie kissed me.
Mother of all things beautiful and holy, he kissed me.
In one fluid moment, Jamie’s hand snaked up my arm to my shoulder, up my neck, then threaded itself in the back of my wet hair. With a nudge that was forceful but achingly gently, he crooked my head to the left and slammed his lips to mine. I gasped, opening my mouth enough for his warm tongue to trace the inside of my upper lip, igniting no fewer than eleven bonfires underneath my skin at key points on my body.
My knees gave out—of course they did—and I fell against Jamie, deepening our kiss to the point where flashes and pops of color exploded behind my closed eyelids. His other arm grasped the small of my back, and his fingers dug into my skin as he pulled apart far enough to nip at my lower lip. My arms looped around Jamie’s neck, bringing my mouth to his once more, and tangling our tongues as my mind begged, closer, deeper, more, don’t stop, please, don’t stop…

Saturday, April 13, 2019

Another year at ECWC, another workshop....

I recently found out that my workshop submission for ECWC 2019 was accepted, and I am presenting for a third time!


It's called The Socially Awkward Author.

The workshop this year won't focus on craft as much as previous years. This year it will focus more on author wellness. Which, isn't my forte. BUT....being socially awkward and having to learn how to function at reading, signings, and conferences IS. Because I am a walking, talking example of a socially awkward author. Well, socially awkward human, if I'm being more specific.



I hope you'll all join me in October! I can't wait!

xoxo
Brooke