I’m feeling the Male-Male vibe this week because my next Dreamspinner release has gone into edits and I have a shiny new deadline for the second book in my first-ever series! (I also might have some good news soon, but that’s just a tease for now.)
Regular snippetteers may remember my Oregon Coast story with BFFs Eric and Nathan (Welcome to Buchanan House, to be released in August by Dreamspinner Press!). Here are the first eight sentences of its sequel, which I’ll call BH#2 for now.
Standard warning re: unedited material applies.
Nathan had to slap a hand over his mouth to keep from sobbing out loud. The beautiful sunset touched everything in view with a rosy, golden glow, from the water to the light hair of one of the men gathered at water’s edge, from the matte sand beneath three pairs of bare feet to the shiny brass urn held in trembling hands. Not a word was spoken as the gray ashes blew into the receding tide.
After a moment of silence a haunting melody swelled as the shot pulled back, away from the three figures, away from the deserted beach. At the last moment, the brick path leading from the beach to the backyard of Buchanan House came into view. That’s where the shot froze, framing the ending credits beautifully.
The art room of Buchanan House was filled with people, but the noise level didn’t give that away. The audience for the debut of the St. Clouds’ film This Pretty Life had been reduced to sniffles and sighs.
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