Welcome to another Sunday of Snippet Sunday and Weekend Writing Warriors! Thank you so much for visiting my blog.

First off, apologies to everyone who left a comment last week for whom I wasn’t able to return the favor. My Sunday completely got away from me! This week I’ll do better, I promise. Second, I’m totally cheating today as I’ve posted ten sentences. Sorry! It’s just that the last two lines make the snippet.

This week, I’m sharing a snippet from Swashbuckler, a contemporary romance. Several comments last week said the snippet was sweet and a little sad. Now you get to read what that little bit of foreshadowing was about…

Rachel, in Costa Rica, has had an argument with Rodger and she’s stewing in her hotel room. For reference, Angela is Rachel’s daughter and Margie is Rachel’s best friend.

            The room phone rang, interrupting Rachel’s spiral of emotions. Debating on whether or not to answer, she opted for picking up the line in case it was Angela. Or, if it was Rodger. He should have the opportunity to apologize, or she should have the chance to yell at him again and vent her frustration.

            “Rachel, honey, it’s Margie.” Instant fear filled her at hearing her best friend’s voice. There was no reason for her to call—they had just spoken a day ago.

            “Please tell me everything’s okay,” Rachel said, holding her fear in check, hoping that she was just being paranoid.

            Then Margie brought Rachel’s world down around her with the words that are every mother’s nightmare. “I’m so sorry–there’s been an accident.”

Here’s a link to the blurb for Swashbuckler > 

Thank you for stopping by my blog today. An especially warm welcome to Snippet Sunday and Weekend Writing Warriors folks! This week, I’m sharing a from Swashbuckler, a contemporary romance. In honor of Mothers Day, my snippet shows a bit of the relationship between Rachel and her daughter, Angela. Following from last week, Rachel is still in Costa Rica on a book tour/vacation. In this scene she’s on an overnight river-rafting trip while Angela is back in the U.S.

She went and sat down on a log by the fire, stretching her legs and hands out toward the flames–what she wouldn’t do for a long stick with a marshmallow at the end. Smiling, she thought of her daughter and their last camping trip together. It had been just the two of them and together they’d erected the tent, laid out their sleeping bags, and started the camp fire with the bundle of wood they had purchased from the forest ranger station. They must have eaten a box of graham crackers and half a bag of marshmallows that night.

Angela would love it here.

Rachel looked up at the night sky, seeing the crescent moon behind a layer of clouds beginning to move in. Barely visible, she focused on the brightest star of Ursa Major. “If you see her, please tell Angela I love and miss her,” she said. The star shimmered back, winking at the request.

Here’s a link to the blurb for Swashbuckler >