Search This Blog

Saturday, May 21, 2011

SNEAK PEEK SATURDAY!

Today starts a new feature: Sneak Peek Saturday. Every Saturday I will publish a sneak peek at a work in progress. Today we peek at the sequel to "Sunny Days, Moonlit Nights" tentatively titled: 
 APRIL’S KISS IN THE MOONLIGHT

Chapter One
As April McKenna rounded the bend in her small car before passing through a tiny town, a good looking, big man with short, reddish brown hair stepped into the street and stuck out his thumb.
            “Yeah, right, Mr. Serial Killer, like I’m going to give you a ride,” she said aloud to herself, speeding up to pass him quickly but unable to direct her gaze away from his.
            She averted her eyes quickly, trying to concentrate on sorting out her life. Driving the back roads from Willow Falls, NY to San Francisco gave April time to think. She finished her MBA and was heading back for an internship in her father’s company, prelude to a staid, boring, corporate life. She was restless…restlessness quickly turned to unhappiness. April didn’t want to go back…didn’t want to live her father’s life. She wanted to break out, but didn’t know how, always been the good girl, doing the right thing, what was expected of her.
With her mind occupied, she was driving on automatic pilot and didn’t see the glass scattered in the road. Her tire lasted another half mile before it blew. She pulled onto a muddy shoulder and got out of the car. She rummaged around in the car trunk having no idea where the spare tire or the jack were or how to use them if she found them.  
You're supposed to hang something white on the door handle when you need help. April returned to the car, took off her white panties, the only white object she had and hung them on the door handle, closed the door and waited.
            The lonely country road had few houses but acre after acre of green fields, bursting with ripe crops. In the distance she could barely make out a farmhouse. The tall corn stalks of late July blocked her car from view by the house. After half an hour with no car coming by, April worried she would be spending the night in her car. Then she saw him in the rear view mirror. It was Mr. Serial Killer, coming around the bend, heading straight for her car. She felt panic rise in her chest as she locked all the doors and hunkered down, forgetting her panties blowing in the gentle breeze on the door handle.
             He walked up to the car and knocked on the window, startling April, who jumped. When she turned to look at him, he was smiling at her.
            “Flat?” He asked.
            She nodded.
            “Pop the trunk,” he said.
            Can’t you get inside the car through the trunk? He could attack me…
            “Take it easy. I’m not a serial killer. Want to help you change your tire,” he called to her.
            April popped the trunk as she realized she had no choice.
            “Are these yours?” he asked, plucking her panties off the door handle and holding them up to the car window.
            April turned several shades of red, opened the car window and grabbed the panties from him. He laughed, shook his head and headed for the trunk, while she struggled to put the panties back on while remaining in the front seat.
            “Easier to jack up the car if you’re not sitting there,” he called to her.
She got out of the car and perched on a large rock nearby to watch him, hugging her knees to her chest.
            “Rusty,” he said, extending his hand after taking off his backpack.
            “April,” she said nodding to him, looking at his hand with distaste.
            “Oh, yeah, sorry, greasy,” he said, wiping his hand on his jeans.

Come read an interview with Sunny Davis White at:
Sex Marks the G-Spot

Buy "Sunny Days, Moonlit Nights" here"
Amazon
Barnes & Noble
Astraea Press

7 comments:

Lee Ann Sontheimer Murphy said...

Very intriguing - I love the bit about the panties!!

Alex Sinclair said...

lol, I liked the panties bit too. Really great idea. Will you be posting more next saturday?

Debbie Brown said...

It is well written. I am a stick-in-the-mud with books and tv shows that my hubby watches because I can't handle the depressing things that pop up, like serial killers. That is just me.

My hubby asked if the pictures and things surrounding the blurb are the subblurbs. Grrr.

Jean said...

Thanks for your comments, everyone.
Debbie, I'm with you. Too many serial killers out there. Fortunately, Rusty doesn't turn out to be a serial killer, but instead, saves April from a flat tire. All my books have dramatic moments and sad parts, but they always end up with a happily ever after. I love writing those.

Jean said...

To Alex, yes, I will be posting excerpts of this story every Saturday.

Debbie Brown said...

Hi Jean, I feel bad, actually, about my comment. I pretty much figured he wasn't going to turn out to be a bad guy; a woman can't help but think those thoughts if she is in a situation like that. I was just having a moment where something negative was not for me. Best wishes with the book!

Jean said...

Debbie, please don't feel bad. I didn't realize that it wasn't clear he wasn't going to hurt her. In fact they go off and live together for about nine months. Thanks for bringing it to my attention that you weren't sure he was a serial killer. Next time, I'll be more careful.