My New Book Entitled, Hers to Tell
Hers to Tell (HTT) is finally done. It is my first Thriller novel. As you all know, my debut novel, Facade, is a YA novel and I am currently working on its sequel entitled, Janus. I will keep you all posted on the release date for HTT. In the mean time, here are some HTT lines for you. Happy Reading!
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He raised one eyebrow, “There goes my plan to eat first.”
“I’m sorry, I don’t know what food will do to change what happened earlier, but it would be nice if you cleared up some things for me. I don’t know what happened and it doesn’t feel right.”
He cleared his throat. “Let’s just say we were there at the wrong time.”
“Why? Did you know those people?”
He looked everywhere but at me. I’m not sure when my vision became so acute, but, as he turned, I saw the pulse at the base of his neck moving so erratically, that I was really worried. Something was wrong, but Jet, outwardly, didn’t look or act like it.
I leaned across the table and touched his arm.
He pulled away and put his hands underneath the table. At that point, I was pretty sure I had turned the color of a ripe tomato.
“Your keys,” I said to him coolly, keeping my voice in check as I noticed that a girl from a table two rows from us was looking our way.
He turned to me, looking resigned. “Why?”
“I’m not hungry and I’d prefer to stay in the truck until you’re done.”
This time I got his unwavering attention. The odd thing was he smiled, eyeing me with an odd look that made my stomach growl.
“Are you sure you’re not hungry?”
I hissed and began to stand when he caught my hand. He chortled. “You’re stubborn, you know that? I’ll tell you everything, just sit.”
I sat down, still irritated. He could have avoided all this drama, and I’m not sure what was funny about the situation. My face was anything but happy, but he seemed to have seen humor somewhere. I was just about to tell him where to shove that irritating smirk, but he started talking.
“Yes, I know those people, Cara,” he said, looking down at his hands that were folded on the table.
I waited for more. He fell silent as Teresa poured some water into our glasses.
“Thanks,” we both said to her.
Then he sighed heavily and looked me in the eye, his hands tracing the cool film on the glass absentmindedly.
“Those men are not people to mess with. I guess I’m trying to say that I am not in their good graces presently, and if they’d seen me, it would have been bad.”
My pulse started to race, not from fear, but from the sheer excitement of the mind of a mystery writer. I’d known right from the start that Jet was mysterious, and I had suspected that his clean outward appearance was just a cover for someone totally different. What was it he’d said at the junk yard? Don’t judge a book by its cover, Cara. You should know this by now.
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He raised one eyebrow, “There goes my plan to eat first.”
“I’m sorry, I don’t know what food will do to change what happened earlier, but it would be nice if you cleared up some things for me. I don’t know what happened and it doesn’t feel right.”
He cleared his throat. “Let’s just say we were there at the wrong time.”
“Why? Did you know those people?”
He looked everywhere but at me. I’m not sure when my vision became so acute, but, as he turned, I saw the pulse at the base of his neck moving so erratically, that I was really worried. Something was wrong, but Jet, outwardly, didn’t look or act like it.
I leaned across the table and touched his arm.
He pulled away and put his hands underneath the table. At that point, I was pretty sure I had turned the color of a ripe tomato.
“Your keys,” I said to him coolly, keeping my voice in check as I noticed that a girl from a table two rows from us was looking our way.
He turned to me, looking resigned. “Why?”
“I’m not hungry and I’d prefer to stay in the truck until you’re done.”
This time I got his unwavering attention. The odd thing was he smiled, eyeing me with an odd look that made my stomach growl.
“Are you sure you’re not hungry?”
I hissed and began to stand when he caught my hand. He chortled. “You’re stubborn, you know that? I’ll tell you everything, just sit.”
I sat down, still irritated. He could have avoided all this drama, and I’m not sure what was funny about the situation. My face was anything but happy, but he seemed to have seen humor somewhere. I was just about to tell him where to shove that irritating smirk, but he started talking.
“Yes, I know those people, Cara,” he said, looking down at his hands that were folded on the table.
I waited for more. He fell silent as Teresa poured some water into our glasses.
“Thanks,” we both said to her.
Then he sighed heavily and looked me in the eye, his hands tracing the cool film on the glass absentmindedly.
“Those men are not people to mess with. I guess I’m trying to say that I am not in their good graces presently, and if they’d seen me, it would have been bad.”
My pulse started to race, not from fear, but from the sheer excitement of the mind of a mystery writer. I’d known right from the start that Jet was mysterious, and I had suspected that his clean outward appearance was just a cover for someone totally different. What was it he’d said at the junk yard? Don’t judge a book by its cover, Cara. You should know this by now.
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