The Wittering Woman ...: Lori Connelly

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Tuesday, 8 April 2014

Written Fireside - Changes - Part 2

I'm involved in another Written Fireside again.

Below is the link to part one, if you haven't read it yet... and check in each week to read the next parts.

Part 1 by Lori Connelly

Part 2 by Teresa Morgan

Part 3 by Lynn Marie Hulsman

Part 4 by Sue Fortin

Part 5 by Zara Stoneley

Part 6 by Aimée Duffy

Part 7 by Mandy Baggot

Part 8 by Linn B Halton

Part 9 by Erin Lawless

Written Fireside - Changes - Part 2

“Marie?”

“What are you doing here?” She tried to keep eye contact, but it was hard to concentrate faced with that familiar wall of solid, tanned muscle at touching distance. Thankfully, a towel tied around his waist kept him modest.

He laughed, deep, sending every nerve of hers tingling as if hot butterflies were trapped in her body. Stupid question, she knew exactly what he was going to say.

“I always dress like this, or maybe, Marie, it could be because I’m the life model.”

“Ha ha, very funny.” Did she stay or run? She hadn’t paid yet, but if she bolted, how would that look to Zach? It had been so easy to walk out of Mr Simons’ office. Here, her feet were frozen, wanting answers – unlike the rest of her, which felt on fire.

As if time had slowed, they stared at each other, neither knowing what to say. The older woman organising the class broke their reverie.

“Zach, why don’t you take your place? And young lady, if you go pay, I’ll set up an easel for you.”

“Yes, thank you,” Marie said, shifting awkwardly aside to let Zach pass.

Did she really want to go through with this? Blowing twenty dollars on a life class when she’d just quit her job.

This was about being free, following her impulses... only now another passion of hers was about to bare all in front of her - and room full of people.

Once paid, and stood at her easel, she studied him, relieved he faced away from her. She couldn’t concentrate as she knew his body, they had discovered each other intimately that summer.

Two years on, he looked even more delicious...

Pencil poised, her eyes narrowed. Anger swelled inside. She shouldn’t think like this.

Remember he disappeared, and left you distraught, with not even a goodbye.

To be continued...

Part 3 will be Tuesday April 15th by Lynn Marie Hulsman

About the Authors:

Lori Connelly - Website Blog Facebook Twitter Google Plus Amazon Author Page Pinterest Goodreads Wattpad

Her books - The Outlaw of Cedar Ridge The Lawman of Silver Creek

Teresa F. Morgan - Website Facebook Twitter

Her books - Plus One is a Lucky Number Co-Author - Be My Valentine

Lynn Marie Hulsman - Website Facebook Twitter Blog

Her book - Christmas at Thornton Hall

Sue Fortin - Blog 2nd Blog Twitter

Her book - United States of Love

Zara Stoneley - Website Facebook Twitter Blog Amazon Author Page

Her book - Summer of Surrender Love is a Four Letter Word

Aimee Duffy - Website Facebook Twitter Goodreads

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Her books - Sinfully Summer What's a Girl to do? What a Girl Needs

Mandy Baggot - Website Facebook Twitter Goodreads

Harper Impulse Love A Happy Ending

Her books - Do You Remember? Made in Nashville

Linn B. Halton - Website Facebook Twitter Goodreads

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Her books - Angels Among Us series: Falling Forbidden Forever

Erin Lawless - Website Facebook Twitter

Her book - The Best Thing I Never Had

Tuesday, 24 December 2013

Written Fireside: His Way Home - Part 7

Written Fireside: His Way Home

If you've not read all the parts yet, click on the links below to catch up!

Part 1 by Lori Connelly on November 12th

Part 2 by Sarah Lefebve on November 19th

Part 3 by Zara Stoneley on November 26th

Part 4 by Lynn Marie Hulsman on December 3rd

Part 5 by Romy Sommer on December 10th

Part 6 by Jane Lark on December 17th

And now for my part. This is my third time participating in the round robin organised by Lori Connelly. Initially, I'm always anxious when it comes to my part, I worry I won't get it done in time - as I can't think about my part until the one before is up. But when it comes to it, I focus on writing, and it's great to be back doing that, especially when I feel that all I do is edit at the moment. Enjoy!

Part 7 by Teresa F Morgan

“A time window?” Matthew said in disbelief. “Old man, you've had a serious bump to the head.” He made towards Walter, to help him to the chair, but Walter batted him away, already looking stronger.

“Don’t call me old, boy!”

“Don’t call me boy.”

Beth rolled her eyes. These two were definitely related, their resemblance striking. Not only did they share the same piercing blue eyes and handsome features, they shared the same stubbornness. Walter was aged anywhere between seventy and eighty, Beth guessed. If his daughter, Matthew’s grandmother would be a hundred now, it didn’t make sense, unless there really was a time slip.

“We must go to Watchtower Hill,” Walter said, urgently. “I’m here to lead you to Alice. Then I can return... to my Rose.”

“There’s a snow storm coming!” Matthew said angrily. Beth took his arm, worried he was losing his temper and patience with the elderly man.

“We’ll get there in time,” Walter said firmly. “Beth, get that sled.”

Two hours later, all appropriately dressed and equipped to hike through snow and the cold, they trudged knee deep, towards Watchtower Hill. It was hard work, and tiring, gradually climbing. The wind was harsh, blowing a blizzard of icy snow that stung their faces, evident of a storm coming. Beth’s muscles ached with exhaustion; she dreaded what Walter felt, though between them, they’d pulled Walter some of the journey on the sled. Now, through the thicker woods they were all on foot.

“We’re nearly there,” Walter said, breathing heavily, pointing towards the ruined snow covered cabin.

To Beth’s surprise, Walter led them past the wrecked cabin, and a little further round, through a thick part of trees, and they found a smaller cabin, camouflaged with snow, almost like a cave in the hillside. Its only give-away was the smoke billowing out of the chimney. They could smell amongst the fresh pine of the trees burning logs.

“How many times I've walked these parts – I've never seen this other cabin,” Matthew said. Beth stumbled and he caught her, then kept hold of her hand. How had she doubted his love? Hesitantly, Walter pushed open the door. The three of them entered the small cabin and the warmth hit them, and inside there was an elderly woman, sitting in a rocking chair in front of a fire.

“Papa?” she said, hesitantly. “It can’t be you?”

“Alice.” Walter smiled. “You made it back.” Walter hugged his daughter, who looked similar in age, if not slightly older.

“I came straight back,” the old woman said.

“I know you did, and now you must tell Matthew what he needs to know. To protect the time slip, and the farm.”

She glanced at them, Matthew still holding Beth’s gloved hand, and frowned. “Who are they?”

“Matthew and Beth. He’s your grandson. ”

“But it can’t be.” She shook her head, anxiously ringing her elderly hands. “I left him at the farm with his father. He’s only twelve.”

Matthew knelt before her chair and took her hand tenderly. “Grandma, you've been gone twenty years.”

To be continued....

You'll have to wait until 2014 for the next part... here's the rest of the schedule:

Part 8 by Carmel Harrington on January 7th

Part 9 by Sue Fortin on January 14th