Each of the stories will have the words “Hope Chest” in there somewhere. Now this doesn’t mean each of the stories revolve around a hope chest, and ‘hope chest’ doesn’t have to mean an actual hope chest (one of the ladies is writing a story… well… you’ll just have to read the book).
My story and an author friend of mine who is participating in the anthology have decided we would join our stories a bit. My story is a historical romance, Come Home With Me, and hers a time travel ordeal. One of her characters and one of mine are distant relatives with the same hope chest.
My heroine, Dusty Carmichael finds herself alone, in a strange place (she has no clue where she is, only that she’s on the trail westward), and if finally being free from her abusive husband isn’t enough, her soft hearted nature takes over when she finds a Cheyenne warrior unconscious and dying, bringing him to her makeshift home to heal.
Lightfoot, my hero, you will find him in a few of my full length historical novels as a secondhand character. He has a prominent role in Passionate Pursuit and Come Home With Me takes place after that storyline. He’s the jilted lover, the warrior who cannot stop his attraction to white women if someone threatened his life. However, his white women have to have a few things in common, the need for a man to look out for them, to protect them, and a man who can prove to them not all men in this world are evil.
Come Home With Me is a short story that has been giving me fits for a few weeks now. I am making progress, thank goodness, but I normally write 80,000 to 100,000 word stories, this one needs to be 5,000 to 10,000 words. You guessed it, I’m over word count J
Here is a small clip, that has not gone through any editing so please be kind:
“I asked where I am.” He kept his tone firm.
“You speak English?” Her words crackled out as another tremor shook her.
“Yes, I speak English. Now for the third time, where am I?”
“You were wounded in a battle…” her voice wavered.
“Why do you tell me what I already know? Tell me where in the hell am I?”
She spun on her heel the cup in her grasp fell to the floor. “If I knew where the hell I was I would tell you.”
The other project I’ve been working on as most of you know, is Destiny’s Price. This one I need to be perfect. I wrote it all those years ago when I was ‘way off’ on writing rules, so it has been a complete overhaul on writing. However, I do love the changes I’ve made and that’s what matters right?!?
In Destiny’s Price, you’ve met my hero and heroine before if you’ve read The Cheyenne Bride. This is Stephen Davis’s book. This is the book where you get to find out what happened to Destiny. So instead of going into a lengthy description on what this book is about, I’ll let you grab The Cheyenne Bride and see if your interest is peeked enough to read Destiny’s Price. I’ll even give you a sneak peek at the temporary cover, not a completed project just yet J
But for a tiny teaser, how about this????
Her body convulsed against his, and Stephen didn’t know if it was from fear or shock. “Please don’t leave me, Stephen. If I am to die tonight I want it to be looking at your face.”
Her desperate words gripped his heart. For the second time in a day, he stood there covered in her blood. By all rights, she should already be dead.