Light reading for the weekend

I have had a pretty tough week, which isn't over just yet. Fires, funerals, and catastrophic car failures, oh my. Alas, this is life. I again don't have much by way of updates. I would like to put out there that if anyone is interested in helping me edit (and by that I mean going through and fixing what the betas tell me is wrong) I would appreciate it. I think that this is what is holding Muse back the most. I spent two years perfecting it, only to be told it was fatally flawed once i e-pub'd it. GAH! I don't know if its sheer frustration or lack of motivation that is keeping me from re-doing the whole book. Hence the need for a partner to help. Interested parties please inbox me on my author fb page.  Anyhoo! I have been spending much of my writing time on Captured. Still not sure if that is the name I am going with but, it works for now.

On to the teaser!

CAPTURED


Jami Samuels, my sisters fiancé, is walking slowly. His head is hanging low, hands stuffed in his jacket pockets, as he plods toward my room. I can see the grief written across his face as he slightly glances up toward a passerby. My heart breaks for him, as he finally meets my eyes and I see a lone tear streak down his cheek.

 I barely had time to notice him before this, but now I see what my sister liked about him. He was very Mediterranean looking, with hazel eyes and olive toned skin. His golden brown hair sits haphazardly on his head, like he ran his hand through it a few times before arriving.  His face was very handsome and chiseled like the guys you see in the cologne adds. In fact, besides the puffy redness of his eyes, and the fact that you can tell he hasn’t slept in a while, he was damn near god-like. The teal green scrubs and head covers at Allegheny did him little justice. His face twists in pain again as he gets closer. Standing, I and walk toward him, wanting to comfort him with a hug. He holds his arm out to stop me as I reach him.

“No, don’t.” He whimpers.

Taking a step back I deflate. For some reason, his rejection is stinging. In hindsight, we were never really friendly. There is no good reason why we never bonded, save for the fact that I was fiercely protective of my sister. I watch as his sorrow becomes anger before my eyes. Recoiling, I back toward the bed as he enters my room.


Well there it is...see you next week. Thanks again :)

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