Welcome to third Friday writing news. Meet Scottlyn Denise Rich. She is one of the main characters in my free novella, FOR MERCIE'S SAKE.
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The novella has received great reviews, but the comment I hear the most is "I wish it had been longer."
Well wish no more. I'm about 8000 words from completing the sequel, tentatively titled BEGGING FOR MERCIE.
I thought I'd share an excerpt with you.
Even above the noise of a rowdy chorus of Happy Birthday, Scottlyn heard the gate hinges squeal. She looked up from the cupcake she’d just placed on the tray of Mercie’s high chair. The sudden pounding of her heart downed out the birthday noise and her vision narrowed to the unwelcome woman crossing the lawn.
“Get some pictures for me.” Scottlyn handed her camera to Diane and hurried across the yard to cut off the enemy.
“What are you doing here?”
Bradley’s mother stopped and looked around the yard. She almost seemed puzzled by the question. Scottlyn took in the red eyes of her nemesis and the dark circles etched beneath them. The poor woman didn’t look like she’d slept in days. Scottlyn shrugged off any trace of sympathy. This was war and if the first round had to be fought today, so be it.
Penny Weber held out the gift. “It’s my little girl’s birthday.”
The reference of ownership heated Scottlyn’s temper to a full boil. Her hands fisted at her sides, and she had to make a physical effort to unclench her jaw enough to speak.
“You’ve got a lot of nerve. Leave now, or I’ll call the police and have you arrested for trespassing.”
Penny lifted her chin and met Scottlyn’s gaze. She clutched the gift to her chest like a shield. “I brought a gift. I have every right to give it to her.”
Scottlyn felt a hand on her shoulder and glanced back to see Grant. His father flanked her on the other side.
“I’ll take care of this.” He stepped around Scottlyn, placing himself between the two women. “I’m afraid you’ll have to leave, my client doesn’t want you here.”
The older woman’s face morphed into a mask of defiance. “Your client is on borrowed time. It would save everyone a lot of trouble if she simply gave me what was mine.”
I’m going to take this person apart. Scottlyn’s nails bit into her palms. The only thing standing between her and this…this…delusional thing, was the added pressure of Grant’s hands on her shoulders.
“Scottie, let Dad do his job.”
“Mrs. Nelson, you’ll have your day in court, but that isn’t today. I’m sure your lawyer wouldn’t be pleased with your conduct. You’re only jeopardizing your case.”
Scottlyn watched as Bradley’s mother drew herself up to her full height, stepped around the small group of resistance, and marched to the gift table. She placed her present on the stack before turning back to the gate. She paused next to the highchair and brushed a hand across Mercie’s curly hair. Without a word she came back to the fence.
“Enjoy the next six days. The rest of her life is mine.”
******I'm a horrible tease, aren't I? I hope I've piqued your interest. Keep your eye on the blog for an availability announcement.