Wow, not even noon and I'm beat! Writing a highly emotional chapter right now. It's draining!
So I decided to take a break and share with you all an excerpt from my next book After the Storm!
As I said in a previous blog, this is the beginning of a family series: The McAllisters. This is a close knit family who love each other and any friends connected with them!
Lila McAllister (last seen using some match-making skills in Dream Lover) is the leading lady in this book and she has definitely met her match in Zach, an MMA fighter.
Well I hope you all enjoy reading about how Lila and Zach first meet!
If you haven't read my other books yet, check out excerpts from those books as well!
Without further ado.....
You have my bag…
He turned his eyes locked with the most beautiful almond shaped hazel eyes he'd ever seen. He didn't have a chance to admire the woman, who looked strangely familiar, before she tugged on his bag again.
“You have my bag.”
He shook his head and blinked.
She jerked the bag again.
“You have my bag,” she now said through clenched teeth.
He looked down at the bag and then back at her. “I'm sorry, but you're mistaken. This is my bag.”
“No, you're mistaken.”
“Look, lady. I'm tired and I've got to get to a rental car place so I can get out of here. I don't have time for this.”
“And neither do I, so if you'd kindly let go of my bag.”
She jerked the bag.
He jerked it back.
Her eyes widened then narrowed to thin slits.
He closed his eyes, counted to three in his head and let out a slow deep breath. Then he opened his eyes and looked at her.
“Look, I can save you a lot of trouble and spare you some embarrassment, by proving to you this is my bag.”
She glared at him. “How on earth are you going to do that?”
“Well, besides just looking at the name tag,” he pointed out sarcastically, “there is a tear on the front left side at the bottom.”
Clearly looking too embarrassed to look at the nametag, she leaned down and looked at the front of the suitcase. He couldn't help but noticed how her pencil skirt lovingly hugged her hips and her bloused showed just a hint of cleavage. He felt his body stir in appreciation of the well-shaped woman. He found himself annoyed to have responded so quickly to a rather irrational woman.
She stood and finally released the handle of the bag. Then she turned away without so much as an apology. He went to call her out on it, but heard his mother's voice in his head and something about always being polite. He glanced over at the carousel and noticed a bag that looked exactly like his.
He looked over to the woman and saw she was not watching the bag, so he swiftly picked it up and sat it down in front of her. She jumped in surprise then looked at him.
“Thanks,” she mumbled.
“Don't mention it,” he replied, annoyance still in his voice. He turned to head for a rental car kiosk. Then he looked over his shoulder and shouted, “You may want to check the tag before leave off with someone's bag.”
What do you all think?
Get ready to read the rest of their story!