Timing is Everything

You know how sometimes life works in mysterious ways? Sometimes, there's a synchronicity in the things we do or say or with the people we meet and totally unassociated things can become extremely associated. I don't know about you, but I find those times very random and very surreal.

Or a person can deal with any type of issue or emotion and something in life might happen that could snap them in another direction. Hopefully a better direction, although sometimes that may not be the case.

In Imminent Danger, Abbey Washington has been living her life, but just barely. She works hard at her job, but she keeps to herself. She's reserved and shy except when she's dancing. Dancing is the only time when she has control and she needs the music like she needs air to breathe. Dancing helps her cope, helps her deal with life. So what turns Abbey around? A couple of things actually. Witnessing a crime is one, but potentially being a victim for a second time in her life is the other. It takes a scary situation for her to come out of her shell, to learn to trust, to begin to grow. Her bad timing might actually be the best thing that could've happened to her. (Here's the cover since I can't seem to get enough of it. <G>)

It's like the saying my mom to used all the time: Everything happens for a reason. Sometimes I think that's the theme of all my books. (Now granted, some things shouldn't ever happen, but they do. The trick is to learn from it.)

I'm curious if any of you have experienced bad timing that turned out to be a good thing.

And, in case you're interested, I thought I'd post a quick excerpt from Imminent Danger.

“You’re in a good mood,” Abbey said, coming out of her bedroom.

Blake turned and nearly dropped to the ground in supplication. It took a concerted effort to keep his jaw from hitting the floor.

Abbey canted her head. “What?”

What? Was she kidding? What was that in thirty minutes she’d transformed herself from stunning girl to absolute Miss Universe perfection. He didn’t often see her wearing makeup and the effect it had on her already smooth skin and clear green eyes nearly brought him to his knees. Her dirty blond hair hung smooth and long around her shoulders, and the form-fitting strappy neon pink top and black leggings with a matching pink stripe down the side showed off her toned dancer’s body. He pegged her at five foot eight and she was all legs. The girl had legs to her neck. Legs he wanted wrapped around his waist as he pushed inside of her and sent them both—

“Hello.” Abbey snapped her fingers in the air. “Blake. Yo.”

He snapped out of his daydream.

“What’s got you on another planet?” She headed to the sofa and left the smell of citrus in her wake. She rifled through her bag for something.  

“Uh…nothing.” He backed up toward the door. “You ready to go?” If he stayed in her apartment much longer, she might end up out of those clothes she wore. Man, he could imagine stripping everything off her. Slowly and surely exposing every inch of smooth, soft skin.

“I don’t know.” She put a hand on her hip and cocked a stance. “You ready to stop looking at me like I’m your next meal?”

His gaze flashed to hers and he smiled. “Was I doing that?”

She nodded with one eyebrow arched high.

“Sorry. I couldn’t help myself. I’ll work on it.”

“Good. You need to.” She swung a large bag over her shoulder. “C’mon. I don’t want to be late,” she said, passing him to open the front door.