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