I'm exploring a little bit of a new series to be published by Secret Cravings in 2014 called The Monday Night Dinner Club - or some such -- in this week's picture prompt. We're in one of my favorite places on Earth, Fire Island.
women, Bess filed the sexy newsman in the never-
to-be-dated department, then plopped down next to
her pals.
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THE MONDAY DINNER CLUB
Bess Hastings stooped to pick up the abandoned
sandals. Rory’s always forgetting things.
An absent-minded writer. Bess smiled as she stood by the steps, staring at
the sea. Fire Island was one of her favorite places on Earth.
The cottage in Fair
Harbor she inherited from her parents only had two bedrooms but it was big
enough to house Bess and her three best friends, members of the Monday Dinner
Club.
The breeze from the ocean cooled her enough so that heat
from the hot July sun wasn't unbearable. The crashing waves soothed her,
but not enough to remove Wyatt Jamison from her thoughts. He’s a famous New York newscaster. What would he want with a plump
baker? Plump? Maybe chubby is more like it.
Still the image of him locked
out of his Manhattan apartment across the hall from her remained.There he stood, all six-foot one-inch of him, dark
almost black hair, still wet from the shower.
A fluffy white terry robe belted around
his waist. Bare feet and legs indicated he wasn’t wearing anything else. She
shivered. Gray eyes implored her help, so she let him use her phone and wait in
her apartment until someone came to unlock his door. Usually loquacious, Bess
could hardly speak, responding to his questions with one-word answers.
“Hey, Bess! Bring my shoes,” Rory called. Jolted
from her reverie, Bess wandered down the wooden
path to join the group. The sight of her three friends
stretched out on towels on the sand brought warmth
to her heart. Miranda, Sandy and Rory. What would I
do without them? Forget Wyatt Jamison. He’s out of
my league. Quickly engulfed in the chatter of the
from her reverie, Bess wandered down the wooden
path to join the group. The sight of her three friends
stretched out on towels on the sand brought warmth
to her heart. Miranda, Sandy and Rory. What would I
do without them? Forget Wyatt Jamison. He’s out of
my league. Quickly engulfed in the chatter of the
women, Bess filed the sexy newsman in the never-
to-be-dated department, then plopped down next to
her pals.
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9 comments:
Beautifully written!
Congratulations on your nomination.
I like this a lot!
I'm hooked with another great story from you.
Oh yay...Rory!! But beyond that, I'm definitely intrigued by this Bess...I can't wait to see more of her!
Oooh! I can't wait to read more about Wyatt Jamison - he seems yummy! And I already love Bess. Great excerpt!
I can't keep up with all your stories! Liking this one already. And I'm sure we'll hear more of Wyatt :-)
Thanks for making the heroine not perfect. It allows the less the perfect reader believe in romance. <3
Based on this snippet I'm already looking forward to the rest of the series.
Guess the never to be date newsman will be with her soon enough.
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