It's the start of another Clash. Just listen to those cheers in the arena! There's definitely a reason to celebrate, because this begins another opportunity to vote AND enter to win a gift card. Woot, woot!
Today's game is found at author Naomi Musch's blog. Naomi is celebrating the brand new (10/15/11) release of Book 2 in the Empire in Pine series, The Red Fury. In this sequel to The Green Veil, Colette's daughter Lainey is seeking solace from tragic loss and two searing rejections by doing what 2 things? Find the answer HERE, then post it in the moderated comments section below. Doing so, you'll automatically be entered to win a $10 CBD gift card donated by our generous sponsor, Ann Gaylia O'Barr, author of Singing in Babylon. Thank you, Ann!
And now, let the Clash begin!
“There now, you did fine . . . exceptionally fine for a beginner.” His brows drew together, but he continued to talk in that soothing voice he used . . . for Eshana, the children at the mission . . . and her. Just one of the many.
But she wanted more from Geoff. She wanted him to hold her hand . . . hold her. Wanted him to help her at night to tuck Cam into bed, and his gentle smile for her as they watched her son go to sleep. Her lip bled a little, and she tasted the metallic tang of blood. She wanted Geoff’s kiss.
Tears pricked at the back of her eyes. God would never allow that. And Geoff could not––or more accurately––would not ever give her that. Like Joseph in his treasured Bible he’d run from her with disgust filling his face. She was married. Even if she divorced Nick, Geoff would never marry her.
The beating of her heart seemed to clang inside an empty steel vessel. She lifted the rifle, pressed the butt into her shoulder, laid the stock next to her cheek . . .
She and Geoff could never be more than friends, and they must remain friends from afar. But for this moment she would be herself with him . . .
Each muscle along her spine uncoiled and became fluid . . . she adjusted her aim, squeezed the trigger . . . smiled at the clean black hole in the center of the target . . . and began to rapidly empty the MK III . . . With her whole being she yearned to love this good man. But because of his impossible standards, she would have to hide her love from him and cast him from her life. Get rid of his big brother forbearance before it shred her heart further.
He followed her out of the clearing . . . The lonely years ahead opened before her like a dark chasm.
Before they reached the campsite he put out a hand to stop her. His gaze lowered to her mouth. He reached into his pocket, removed a clean white handkerchief and pressed it to her lower lip. All breath left her at his touch. When he removed the handkerchief, he glanced at the speck of blood, his eyes a somber gray . .
“Why didn’t you tell me, Abby?”
. . . “I just did.”
. . . Are you as proficient with a handgun?”
He placed his hand on her shoulder, indicating they go on. When he withdrew his hand, a piece of her heart felt as though it fell to the ground, spent.