Yes, I’ve been a bad blogger this week. BUT I’ve finished my developmental/copy edits for Tangled Past and got them in on time. (My editor said they rocked – squee!), and did the cover-art form for it as well, which was also on deadline.

While I was trying to focus on that, Mom was released from hospital almost two weeks earlier than they’d originally anticipated. So on Friday I did some chores for her — bank, grocery shopping, pharmacy — then picked her up and drove her home. She’s do really well now and has home care come in every other day.  It’s worrisome that she’s out in the country almost an hour away but she’s determined to live independently. 

But now I’ve finally got a day where I don’t have to worry about a deadline. Oh. Wait. Christmas is next week. Thank heavens for Gizmo Guy who love shopping for presents and is really good at finding exactly what people want. (If you follow me on Twitter, you may have seen me gushing over the new Stetson he just bought me. Pictures will follow)   He’s a keeper, Gizmo Guy is.

Oh, and I’ve picked up a 2011 Toronto Firefighters Calendar and plan on having a contest for it, like I did last year.  Look for it next Tuesday, and I’ll leave it open for a week as a New Year’s contest.

And so you can get a hint of what I’ve been slaving over/obsessing about this week, here’s a sneak peek at more of Tangled Past…

Tangled Past

Text copyright by Leah Braemel 

Sarah didn’t think she’d moved or made a sound, but Jackson jumped up from the bedroll and stared at her as if she’d shot a pistol. She whirled and raced for the door. He grabbed her before she could get out of the barn.

“How long have you been here? What did you see?” His words cracked through the air like a whip.

She opened her mouth but didn’t know what to say. For a woman, she was tall, but he topped her by half a foot. A sliver of moonlight slanted across his face, accentuating the sharp planes of his cheekbones while hiding his eyes in shadows. The moonlight also highlighted his lack of clothes, the broad expanse of chest, and flat belly, a body finely honed by hard work. Her gaze lowered, drawn to his still-rampant arousal.  It suddenly occurred to her how stupid she’d been, walking into the barn, alone with two men who could do whatever they wanted to her with no one to stop them.

“Damn it, what did you see?” He shook her, not so it hurt, but hard enough that her cloak fell to the ground.

“Nothing. I swear.” She closed her eyes, reminding herself that it wasn’t her he lusted after but another man. 

Footsteps crunched outside, headed toward the barn. He released her as he ducked his head around the door. His expression was grim when he returned; he grabbed her forearm and dragged her into the stall, swinging the door shut with his foot.

“Stay quiet,” he commanded in a furious whisper, yet she instinctively knew the fury wasn’t directed at her. He was angry that she’d caught them, true, but more likely he was angry at himself, she realized, possibly even afraid she’d denounce them.

Light. Whoever was coming must be carrying a lantern. They’d find her. Here. In a stall with Jackson. Who was most decidedly naked though his arousal had softened. It wouldn’t matter that she was still untouched by a man when they found them together. Josiah had been looking for a way to get rid of her and here she’d handed him the means on a platter. She could tell the MacLeods that these men weren’t interested in her but knowing her father’s sense of justice, these men would end up strung up by their necks and she’d still be abandoned at a brothel as soiled dove.

“I saw her go into the barn, I swear.” Walt’s voice floated through the crisp night air.

She cast about, searching for somewhere to hide.

“Ha! Here’s her cloak!” Triumph filled Walt’s voice. “See? I told you Jed was telling the truth about her sneaking into the barn.”

Jackson cursed under his breath; he shoved her into the darkest corner and trapped her against the wall. She shrank into the corner and made herself as small as possible. Despite her efforts to make no trouble, was she about to find herself abandoned, forced to work as a streetwalker to earn her next meal?

The stall door swung open and her father stood there, lantern in hand. “I know Sarah’s with you, Kellar. I can see her nightdress behind you.”

After a moment’s hesitation, Jackson stepped aside. Josiah’s eyes narrowed, their blue cold and assessing. “Walt, fetch the preacher. Now.”

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Deadlines Done

4 thoughts on “Deadlines Done

  • December 17, 2010 at 6:47 am

    Can't wait to read more!

    BTW I will happily host your Toronto Firefighters!! Just send the images in their enlarged glory and I'll send you the urls. 🙂

  • December 17, 2010 at 12:43 pm

    Sounds awesome!

  • December 17, 2010 at 6:49 pm

    congrats on finishing your edits Leah.And thanks for sharing an exceprt.

  • December 19, 2010 at 7:43 am

    This one too. Can't wait to see what happens.

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