See more at the WeWriWa blog
This week I decided to share a snippet from my romantic suspense A Chaunce of Riches (and no it is not a misspelling). These 8 lines, thanks to creative punctuation, are from the opening scene.
Only in his fifties, Chaunce died suddenly while using a treadmill at a private gym, he left a wife and son and loads of business rivals behind; now someone was sending threatening notes to the company and the house. Flipping through the folder, Ben frowned and shook his head, the family had tried to keep themselves isolated from the public, probably in an attempt to protect themselves from the same kind of journalists the publication paid on staff. While there was an occasional headshot of Julian Chaunce, Ben had seen no pictures of the family and he was expecting to see a bland middle-age woman when the door finally opened.
“I am so sorry to keep you waiting, my son was having a bit of a crisis,” she stopped short as Ben stood up from his chair and turned to face her; after seeing him her face drained of color.
All Ben could think of was how young she still looked in her light blue slacks and the tailored striped man’s shirt she was wearing; her hips were a little wider, a little womanlier, but she was still as lithe as she ever was. His gaze traveled up to her face, it had been years since he had seen those eyes staring back at him.
“Sam?” his lips felt parched as he managed to say her name.
For more WeWriWa Snippets, go to:
The day that Ben Johnson was hired as a bodyguard for some rich widow and her kid, he never expected to be working for the woman who had abandoned him just when he had needed her the most so many years before. Damn it all, he still wanted her. Samantha Chaunce never thought she would see him again. She never thought she would have to explain why she married the rich man over the man she had sworn she once loved. And she certainly never expected to find out that her rich husband had been murdered and fingers were pointing to her former lover.