Today makes my thirteenth day of writing Backstage.
As well as working, I have managed 4,200 words … bringing my overall total to a staggering 41,886 words! 🙂
Here is a ‘sneek peek’ for you …
Emma reached the wide glass-fronted doors of the hotel and pushed through at speed, but too late. The car that held John sped away in a cloud of powdered snow and exhaust, spitting out his anger in a visceral way that she couldn’t fail to feel. Distraught and utterly bereft, she sank to her knees in the wet snow and held her hands over her face, barely able to breathe, let alone cry or make a sound.
The hurt and grief made a vacuum that felt as though it must surely kill her. What had just happened? How had it just happened? She sucked in a great heaving breath on a sob. Her chest locked.Prevented her from exhaling. She just knelt there out in the cold, alone, and—quite uselessly—trying to suck in more air. Her head spun, and she fell forward onto all fours.
Firm, warm hands grabbed her shoulders and hauled her back to her knees. Emma’s lungs had turned her into a fish out of water. Then strong arms wrapped her from behind and pulled inward and upward, performing a Heimlich manoeuvre on her. She gasped, and then broke into a coughing spasm. Then she sucked in air greedily, sobbing and gasping alternately.
Those same strong arms pulled her into a comforting embrace and rocked her. Ian’s voice filtered through her panic while he made soothing noises by her ear, telling her over and over again that it would all be okay. When had he turned into such a liar? How could anything ever be okay again? John had gone.
The resultant book will be Erotic Romance.
She’s a hopeful actress.
He’s a mentor.
Then there’s the big man who can make or break a career, and the demands he makes.
Watch this space! 🙂
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