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Wednesday, November 23, 2011

SHE CAN RUN by Melinda Leigh

My debut book, SHE CAN RUN, releases next week!  I'm so excited I'm going to give you a sneak peak at the book. But first let me tell you a little about this book's long trek to publishing.

This book was completely rewritten 5 times. Why, you ask? Because I had absolutely no idea what I was doing when I started it.  I just sat down at the computer one day and started typing.  "How hard can this be?" I thought.  BTW, I don't recommend this approach.  Joining RWA, going to conferences, and taking workshops helped me realize that I had a lot to learn about writing.  I advise aspiring authors to do this right away, before they spend 2 years slaving over a manuscript.  Anyway, each class and article brought SHE CAN RUN closer to being publishable.  I learned how to write a book with this manuscript, and it's a part of me.

Without any further ado, here's a short excerpt. Find out more about me and SHE CAN RUN at my website, melindaleighauthor.com.  Find me on Facebook and Twitter.


Beth’s hand trembled. Her knuckles hovered an inch from the recessed oak panel. The office door was closed, which meant Richard didn’t want to be disturbed. She glanced at the box in her hand, delivered by messenger just moments before. It must be important. Would Richard be angry if she interrupted him? Or angrier if she didn’t? Her stomach clenched. He’d be angry no matter what she did.

With a hitched breath, she rapped lightly. The latch hadn’t caught properly and the door swung open. Beth froze, paralyzed by the scene before her.

Confusion shifted into comprehension, and fear turned her insides to ice water.

Could she slip out before he noticed her? She eased backward, but Richard sensed her presence. He turned and stared. Their gazes locked for a few seconds, his feral, hers panicked. The lion and the gazelle.

Then he grabbed the crystal letter opener on his desk and lunged.
Beth ran.

She couldn’t leave the house. Her children were upstairs. She needed a weapon. Her eyes locked on the kitchen doorway ten feet away.

His Italian loafers scraped the wood floor of the hall behind her as he fought for traction. The rubber soles of her sneakers fared better. She almost outran him. Almost.

At the threshold, he caught her in a flying tackle. She flung her hands out. Pain shot through her wrists and palms as she braced her fall before her face slammed into the tile.

After all this time wondering if he’d eventually kill her, there was now no more doubt. If she didn’t get away, she was dead.

Panting, on all fours, he pulled on her legs. She donkey-kicked backwards, catching him on the side of the face. He grunted. His grip loosened, and she belly-crawled forward a few inches before his hand closed around her calf.

She raised her chin and eyed the knife drawer, an impossible ten feet away on the other side of the room. In a frantic visual sweep, her peripheral vision caught the cordless flashlight plugged into the outlet on her left.
She kicked at his fingers. They jerked open. Pulling a knee under her body, she pushed forward and yanked the flashlight from the wall. Richard crawled closer and slashed at her middle. Her skin registered a flash of agony, then went numb.

Without losing momentum, she turned over and swung the flashlight in an arc toward his head. Metal clanged against bone.

His eyes widened in shock before his body went limp.

Shaking, Beth scrambled out from under his torso. Blood seeped through her silk blouse.

Lungs heaving, she rooted through the odds-and-ends drawer and pulled out a roll of duct tape. She rolled him to his side, forced his wrists behind his back, and taped them together. As an extra precaution, she secured his hands to a heavy table leg, then bound his ankles. She slapped a final piece of tape across his mouth. Richard wasn’t going anywhere until the cook arrived in the morning.

Adrenaline and nausea coursed through Beth as she glanced at the clock. She had exactly ten hours to vanish.

SHE CAN RUN releases on November 28 from Montlake Romance.

10 comments:

MaureenAMiller said...

It looks great, Melinda. The excerpt puts me in a panic...that's a good thing! Happy Thanksgiving to you.

Wynter Daniels said...

Congratulations! Wow - great excerpt, it hooked me right away. Sounds like a terrific book.

Toni Anderson said...

Great excerpt. Congratulations on your release!

Marcelle Dubé said...

Wow--great excerpt, Melinda! Sounds like my kind of story. Congratulations on your first release -- may it be the first of many.

Shirley Wells said...

Congratulations on your release. Loved the excerpt!

Melinda Leigh said...

Thanks everyone. I'm so excited!

Rita said...

Congfrats on the release. The excerpt is wonderful.

Melinda Leigh said...

Thanks, Rita!

Kathy Ivan said...

Wow, that excerpt certainly gets the heart pumping, doesn't it. What a great set-up. Congratulations on the release.

Melinda Leigh said...

Thanks, Kathy. I can't believe the book finally releases on MOnday. I feel like someone should pinch me.

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