As an author, I want my readers to be charmed. When I was a child, magical manuscripts charmed me. I was mystified, enchanted, and mesmerized. Maybe that’s how the writer inside me awakened at such a young age. When inspiration materializes all around me, story ideas spin through my mind…but it’s YOU, my readers, who keep me writing with your amazing reviews.
I’m energized by the magic in your comments. You feed my passion. That’s why I want to feed yours. Each week in the following months, I’ll post an excerpt from my new work in progress, Timeless Treasures~my newest Three Sisters Island Mystery!
And to Charm You…
I invite you to play my new scavenger hunt. I love the feeling I get every spring. When I see blossoms pushing upward through the earth, breathe in the fresh clean air, feel the warmth of the sun on my face, I’m energized. This spring, I’ll try to return that energy to you, charm you with excerpts from my new stories on my website blog.
So, be on the lookout for charms within my blog posts, Facebook posts––in all my groups––Instagram posts, and Twitter tweets. At the end of March, one lucky reader who collects all my hidden charms, will WIN a grand PRI$E. For more details, check last weeks post.
Today Begins YOUR March Madness
Let’s have some fun. First, be sure to follow me on Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, Amazon, and Bookbub. Then, check my daily social media posts and leave a comment. When you find a charm on my social media, tell me where by returning to my latest website blog post and posting the location in a comment then copy and paste the charm you found. I hope I’ve tempted you. Read on for your first charm.
Here’s A Sneak Peek Excerpt From My New Manuscript,
A stab of panic squirmed over her bare skin, and tiny hairs prickled on the back of her neck. Heart pounding, she clung to the rough surface of a fat tree trunk and peered at the scene unfolding in the forest glen beyond. Through the mist, she saw a dark figure dangling from a tree branch, head tilted to the side as if hung by the neck. At least a dozen girls, swathed in scant, gauzy drapes spun. Their long hair swirling…covering their faces as they danced around a campfire. A fog of smoke hanging low over the ground choked into her throat, but she didn’t dare cough. Instead, she swallowed hard, ingesting the pungent scent of burnt embers.
Laughter echoed through the night sky. Where was she? Her gaze shot in every direction, but she recognized nothing. Despite the evening chill shivering through her core, an icy-hot sweat beaded at her hairline. Her thoughts, wiped clean of all logical information, betrayed her. Only questions arose in the void and raced through her mind. She stood, a nameless, empty soul, unsure of the past, the future…or the present. Every instinct she possessed begged her to run, but her limbs froze in place. The beat of her heart kept time, racing to the rhythm of ghoulish screams as the ritual reached a crescendo.
Through the mist, she saw a man approach the dancers…a deafening scream pierced the enchantment, and the circle immediately broke…the girls fled and faded into the dense dark woods.
“You, there,” The man called out.
Did he see her? She was the only one left. 🔑 He must have seen her.
He rushed forward.
Sheer terror took over. Steadying her stance, she willed her legs to move and took off running into the dark forest. Dodging underbrush through the starless night, she had no idea which way to flee, but her gut told her to stay on course. With no warning, her foot caught on a tree root. She tripped and tumbled downward, grabbing at bushes and brushwood to break the fall…