I’m very excited to host Melissa Maygrove today. Her debut novel Come Back, a historical western romance, is released today and she’s here to share an excerpt with us, plus a little something I’m sure all of you writers out there can relate to.
~ GUEST POST ~
Things that make you go ugh.
• When you send an email to someone really important, then—ten seconds later—realize your spell-check wasn’t turned on. 0_o
• When your internet service goes down on your busiest blogging day. (‘Course, you might get some word count out of the deal.)
• When you open a critique—of something you thought you nailed—and the first line reads: This might seem harsh. Just remember, I still love you! ducks
Thanks for inviting me to your blog, Maggie.
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~ EXCERPT ~
[Seth] sighed. “I don’t blame you for what happened. And I trust you.”
“No you don’t,” she choked out.
“Yes I do. But I convinced you to travel with me. I’m responsible for your safety.”
Becca lifted her head and wiped the moisture from her face. “That’s admirable, but it’s not realistic. No matter how hard you try, you can’t protect me from every possible danger. You’ll kill yourself trying.”
Troubled eyes studied her from under drawn brows.
“I mean it, Seth. If you’re not willing to let me do my part, then leave me here. We’ll never make it to California if we don’t work as a team.”
He sighed again and closed his eyes. When he opened them, they were soft with acquiescence. And dull with fatigue. “You’re right.” He brushed the ridge of her cheekbone with his thumb. “I know you can take care of yourself. I didn’t mean what I said before.”
Seth left her and collected Cyrus. “Ride with me?” he asked over his shoulder.
The vulnerability in his voice softened her even more. “Yes.”
“Good.” He mounted and lifted her onto the saddle. “I need a rest. And Sam would skin me alive if I left a lady to walk while I rode.”
Becca sat a little taller and glanced at him sideways. “I’ll go along—in front of Sam. But when we’re alone, that’s another compulsion you’ll have to get over.” She squirmed and shifted her hips. “Riding makes my backside numb.”
“Lord, have mercy,” he muttered. “What have I gotten myself into?”
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Sometimes a single choice alters the course of a person’s life forever.
Available May 12th from Truelove Press