#SaturdaySnippet - My Upcoming Release
Posted on September 17th, 2016

I'm about 40k words into my next book! I'm shooting for a December release, but we'll see how things go. It's still untitled, but here's a snippet:

 
​“Could we eat outside?” my nephew asks.

I glance outside at the deserted playground area. It’s deserted for a reason. It might be sunny, but the temp is barely above freezing.

“I don’t know, Eli. It’s kind of cold.”

“We all have coats.”

I hear Caleb chuckle, and I know I’m outvoted. When our food arrives, Caleb offers to carry the tray while Eli and I follow behind. Frosty air blasts across our faces as we head outside.

“This is very nice of you,” Caleb says quietly.

“I am physically unable to say no to the kid. And he knows it.”

Caleb laughs as the three of us sit down at one of the tables.

“So, Skye, you like music?” Caleb asks.

“She likes 80s hair bands,” Eli says, rolling his eyes.

Caleb smiles at me. “Is that right?”

I nod. “Anything 80’s really. Power ballads. New wave. I love it all.”

“That’s cool. I have a friend who’s the lead singer in an 80s cover band. They’re playing a set tomorrow night at the Skylark Cafe.”

“You should take Aunt Skye,” my helpful nephew suggests.

Is this kid seriously playing matchmaker?

“I should, huh?”

“Yep.” Eli crams the last of his burger into his mouth. “You guys talk about it. I’m gonna go slide. That okay?”

“Um, yes,” I mumble, completely mortified that he’s leaving me to deal with this embarrassing situation all by myself.

We watch as Eli climbs through the plastic tunnel that leads to the slide. He’s probably a little too old for this particular playground, but he’s small for his age. Besides, he loves video games and his guitar. I figure any physical activity is good.

“He’s a good kid, Skye.”

“He is. He’s had a rough year. We’re so thankful for guitar.”

I take a long drink of my soda and keep my eyes fixed on my nephew while he plays. If I’m lucky, maybe Caleb will forget all about Eli’s suggestion and we can finish our meal and pretend it never happened.

“So, about tomorrow night.”

No such luck.

“Eli’s just a kid. Please don’t take him seriously.”

He searches my face. “You don’t want to go?”

“That depends.”

“On?”

“Are you asking out of obligation to my nephew? Because if so, it’s really not necessary.”

“I don’t feel obligated. They’re a good band, and we both like 80s music. We should go enjoy it . . . if you’d like.”

I take a deep breath. “I’d like.”

Caleb smiles. “Me, too.”


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