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The Inside Edge: Chapter Six
Brianne was sitting at her desk, a half-eaten slice of pizza lying, half-forgotten on its plate, beside her mouse, checking the inventory list when there was a knock at the door. Without bothering to turn around, without bothering to take her eyes off the screen, Brianne called out a brisk, “Come in.” “Ah, hey girl…” At the unusually hesitant sound of Shana’s voice from behind her, Brianne finally pried her eyes away from the numbers ahead of her. Shifting slightly in her seat, she brought her eyes up—and stilled uncertainly at the look of bemused curiosity in that younger woman’s gaze. “What’s up?” Brianne was already…
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The Inside Edge: Chapter Five
Her short hair whipped sharply against her cheeks, the cold air swirling, biting at her neck and escaping from her mouth in cloudy puffs as she raced forward. Her body seemed to rock back and forth, back and forth, swaying naturally as she settled into position, her legs pumping gracefully against the translucent gleam of frozen water underneath her feet. The edge of the pond came in sight, the perimeter mounded with the bulk of half-frozen snow. Twirling, her skates zigged and zagged as she flew backward, her movements rhymical as the air rushed at her from behind, her legs only shifting at the last minute, cutting elegantly…
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The Inside Edge: Chapter Four
The next morning, easing gently into her office chair, Brianne barely bit back a groan as she stared across the cramped office. Marketing advertisements from bygone years graced the badly chipped walls—the posters portraying a broad and enticing array of foods and drinks: families huddled around a table buffeted with pizzas, a baseball team grinning up at the camera with hamburgers and milkshakes held beside a large first-place trophy, women drinking from champagne glasses, their lipsticked mouths creased with laughter…. Hardly offering them more than an absent glance, Brianne woke up her tablet computer. Stifling back a yawn, she pulled up the liquor inventory list. “Hard at it,…
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The Inside Edge: Chapter Three
By the time that the rink cleared enough for Brianne to begin her second round of stops, she was sorely tempted to call it a day. Her thighs ached with the strain of keeping her body upright and effortless as she glided around, taking the corners, attempting to keep pace with the boys beside her—which was mortifying, since she knew how slowly they were moving. “Doing great!” “Don’t lock your knees.” “Don’t tense so much!” “That’s it. Ease into the turn!” Pleased with herself, she rather felt she’d more-or-less managed to keep from looking downright inept. So, yes, okay she fell twice but as…
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The Inside Edge: Chapter Two
Pulling into her parking spot twenty minutes later, Brianne let out a soft, tired sigh. Turning to grab the skates from where they rested on the passenger seat, she suddenly stilled, her eyes sparkling a little as a laugh bubbled up her throat. She’d almost learned how to stop. “Screw it,” she decided, moving her hand away. The ice-skates remained unmoved on the seat as she slowly pulled her aching, protesting legs out from inside the car. Groaning, she rubbed her back. “I must be crazy to even consider it,” she mumbled, lumbering toward the small cottage-looking apartment complex. “My back is killing me and I’m terrified that…
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The Inside Edge: Chapter One
Her legs wobbled, her knees knocking as she felt the blades of her ice-skates cut roughly across the skating rink. Arms akimbo, Brianne tried to pull herself up to her full height to no avail. Her shoulders hunched, her stomach curling nervously inward as she cautiously picked up her feet, the thin blades running roughshod, scratching uncertainly on the ground beneath her. “Watch out!” Jerking at the sound of a young voice floating across the air, Brianne felt her legs snap together at the sound, her legs slipping on the polished ice as a body rushed far too closely past her. Pitching forward, she desperately tried to keep upright. Spinning…
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The Inside Edge: Blurb
When she moved to a new town, Brianne was ready to start on her own, to try something different. Which was how she found herself at the local ice-rink with a pair of skates strapped to her feet. When the youth hockey team saw her bumbling, fumbling attempts they intervened, generously offering to teach her how to skate. What happened next is a breathtaking view of humanity, community, love, and support—and the monumental effect of one small act of kindness and its overwhelming return.
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BIRHTDAY SPECIAL
It’s my birthday tomorrow–and as a special gift TO YOU I’ve put both of my ebook’s, Topaz and Lace & Twenty-Seven Tiered Almond Cake, on sale this weekend for only ¢99! Topaz and Lace (Amazon): https://www.amazon.com/Topaz-Lace-Amber-Laura-…/…/B06X9T6FTD Topaz and Lace (B&N NOOK): https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/topaz-and-lace…/1126522749… Twenty-Seven Tiered Almond Cake (Amazon): https://www.amazon.com/Twenty-Seven-Tiered-Almond-Amber-…/…/ Twenty-Seven Tiered Almond Cake (B&N NOOK): https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/twenty-seven-t…/1127426150…
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World-Building in Fiction (Parts 1 and 2)
Hey guys, As authors, it’s so imperative that we create real, believable, and individual worlds for our fictional characters to live in–after all, they can’t actually coexist with us in the real world; without this layer of authenticity, of intimate awareness, a story can easily become one-dimensional, uninspiring, or even…dare I say it, boring? It’s not just that, either. You want a place for your readers to go, as well. When they read your words, you want their imagination to take them on a trip–to the city, the town, the store, the house, etc. that you created. You want them to not just read the words you’ve written, but to…
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Happy First Anniversary to My Small Business, LitLiber!
I truly can’t believe it was one year ago today, when it all started–the newest adventure in my writing journey. I’ve learned so much, grown so much, and I’m ready to take on even more this year! My theme for 2017: New Beginnings My 2018 theme: FEARLESS
