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#SnippetSunday “…the day she skied right into him.” #romance #Sundayblog #love #freeread


Happy Sunday.
I hope you liked last week’s first snippet of Piper’s story,
another Alinta Bay book.
If you did, please feel free to check out the first books here.
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Today’s Snippet

A quick glance at her watch told her that she didn’t have much time for lunch, although food was the last thing on her mind. Her stomach disagreed, though. Piper rushed to the bakery, bought a sandwich and made her way to the Hendrix Law Firm. Despite some of the tension easing, she was still scared to her bones, desperately trying to figure out where her marriage had gone so wrong that Cameron would just disappear, no less with all of their belongings. As she walked along the road, eating her lunch, she remembered the first time she’d met him. A giggle escaped her lips as she recalled her school trip to the mountains and the day she skied right into Cameron. They’d both tumbled down the slope for a few metres until they came to a stop, covered in snow. They’d been all right, except Piper’s ego, that’d received a big dint.


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#SnippetSunday “…on a scale from one to ten, I’d say fifteen.” #romance #Sundayblog #MFRWAuthor #freeread


Happy Sunday.
I hope you liked last week’s first snippet of Piper’s story,
another Alinta Bay book.
If you did, please feel free to check out the first books here.
Enjoy ♥

Today’s Snippet

There was some silence before he finally spoke. “Hello Piper. I think we met at Kristen’s Christmas barbeque last year. When you say desperate, can you clarify as in how desperate and whether it’s a legal issue.”

Slightly taken aback by the way he approached her plea for help, she replied, “Desperate as in on a scale from one to ten, I’d say fifteen, and as for legal …” She paused trying to find the right words. “My husband emptied our joint bank account and sold our house leaving me with nothing from the end of next week.”

Again there was a silence, but he heard him whisper, but not to her. It took a moment until he said, “Can you come to my office in about thirty minutes?”

She nodded, more to herself. “Most certainly. Just a little heads up, I’m desperate for help, but it might be a while until I’ll be able to pay your fees.”

He let out a soft chuckle. “The fact that you’re bringing up the payment of fees while in this unfortunate situation, tells me that I won’t have to worry too much about it.”

Relief flooded her, so intense, she had to lean her head against the head rest. “I’ll see you in thirty minutes.” She took a deep breath and added, “Thank you so much.”


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Happy Sunday.
I hope you liked last week’s first snippet of Piper’s story,
another Alinta Bay book.
If you did, please feel free to check out the first books here.
Enjoy ♥

Today’s Snippet

Piper rushed to her car, got in, and took some deep breath to strangle the urge to throw up. Where had things gone wrong?

She closed her eyes, trying hard to visualise Darren’s face. But as soon as she did pain shot through her. The pain of betrayal. The pain of six years of marriage and him leaving her the worst possible way.

Letting out a big breath, she straightened her shoulders and reached for her phone. It took her a moment to find the number, and although not sure whether it was the right start, she had to start somewhere to sort this mess.

Harrison Hendrix answered on the third ring.

“Hi, this is Piper Elliot. I am your cousin Kristen’s neighbour and I’m desperate for some help.”


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#SnippetSunday “She was going to be homeless.” #romance #Sundayblog #MFRWAuthor #amwriting


Happy Sunday.
I hope you liked last week’s first snippet of Piper’s story,
another Alinta Bay book.
If you did, please feel free to check out the first books here.
Enjoy ♥

Today’s Snippet

He looked down to his hands as he reached for a pen, moving it between his fingers. Apparently, the conversation must’ve reached a stage he was uncomfortable with.

Well, so was she.

“Your account was in both your names, legally he had the right to draw from it as much as he needed. As for the house, well, it was in his name alone…”

He didn’t finish the sentence but let her assume the rest.

Tears stinging behind her eyes, she stood. “When do I have to be out of the house?”

Raising from his chair as well, he replied, “I don’t have the details. That is a question for your husband or the real estate agent.”

She nodded and left. The need to get out of the building for some fresh air was so intense, she let go of all good manners like saying thanks or goodbye. She rushed out his door and through the entrance, no longer able to hold back the tears. She was going to be homeless. No way would she be able to find something decent with a part time job within such a short time.


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Happy Sunday. Time to move on to another story while I concentrate on the Bigalow story.
As mentioned before, it’s challenging and I want to get it right.
Let me introduce you to Piper, who is part of another Alinta Bay story.
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Today’s Snippet

Piper Elliott stared at her bank advisor, not comprehending his words. “What do you mean the account is empty?”

Mr Lee had been patiently explaining and replying to all her questions for the last half an hour, but it didn’t make sense to her. Again, she asked, “What do you mean the account is empty?”

Piper wasn’t sure whether his sigh was out of frustration or pity, but at the moment, she couldn’t care less, because the news that there was no money in her account and the house she’d lived in for the last five years with her husband had now been sold.

Mr Lee sat back into his chair, rested is elbows on the armrest and crossed his hands in front of his chest. “I’m sorry Piper, to say it bluntly, your estranged husband cleared the account, mortgaged the house, and placed it on the market.”

“But … how can he … I don’t understand, doesn’t he need my signature to do all this?”


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#SnippetSunday “Your hands are shaking.” #freeread #Sundayblog #MFRWAuthor #amwriting


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It’s fun to write, yet, challenging at the same time.
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Today’s Snippet

“I’d describe myself more as your guide.”

“My guide?” she repeated. “As in … you know … as in, well, you know a ghost?” She stared at her sandwich and her drink, just the same as twenty years ago when she’d spent the day with her parents out near Bigalow Creek. Her hands moved over the soft picnic rug, but for the life of her she couldn’t remember whether it was the same colour or pattern.

Hauled back from her memories by his touch, she met his gaze.

“Your hands are shaking.”

She didn’t have to check, she knew because her whole body was going through sensations that scared her. Her heart throbbed in her chest and her pulse hammered in her ears she nearly missed his words.

“I’m not a ghost, although I can see where you get confused.”

“A guide?” she asked again. “Why … why would I need a guide?”


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Today’s Snippet

With his mischievous smile, he replied, “I’m glad you’re now asking the right question.”

Patiently waiting, she bit into the sandwich and a wave of more memories flooded her. Laughter echoed through her mind.

She studied him for the tenth time over the last twelve hours. A smile still lingered on his lips. The mischievous smile that had screamed at her Trust me all morning, and for some inexplicable reason she had.

“Will you tell me what you are if not a ghost? A figment of my imagination?”

He chuckled and reached for a sandwich as well, studied it. “Do you like the black stuff?”

“The vegemite?”

He nodded.

“Are you avoiding the question?”

Shaking his head, he let out a soft sigh and met her gaze. “No, although I’m not real, I’m not a part of your imagination.” He scratched the back of his neck. “Well, yes and no.”

She raised a brow.

Again, his soft chuckle sent warmth through her body, not because of any attraction, but a sense of comfort.

“I’d describe myself more as your guide.”


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Today’s Snippet

Bigalow handed her a towel, and again, Hannah was surprised that he’d thought to bring one along. But he remained quiet.

She sat on the picnic rug and appreciated the silence as memories flooded her. Memories of the many Sundays her parents had taken her to Bigalow Creek where they’d spent most of the day, often playing in the water or going for bushwalks, later on they’d brought their new dog along as well. They’d always had so much fun and a wave of warmth washed through her as she remembered those days.

Staring at him, she repeated, “Bigalow Creek. Just like your name.”

He gave her a wink.

Absentmindedly, she looked around at their picnic and a sudden surge of familiarity hit her. She reached for one of the sandwiches. It was plain with just some butter and vegemite on it, just like her mother used to do. The drinking bottle contained apple juice.

She stared at him again. “So,” she hesitated then commented, “You’re not a ghost.”

“Nope.”

Inhaling a long breath, she took in the scenery around her. “What are you then?”


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Today’s Snippet

She stared at him, the soaked clothes now cooling her to the point she shivered. “Never mind. You just killed the mood by reminding me—”

“How much fun it was.”

Nodding, she moved away towards the edge of the creek, desperate to find something to help her get dry. At least a little.

“Tell me, Hannah,” he said, following her, his voice still holding happiness. “Where did you learn to build dams like this?”

Shaking her head, she kept walking towards the car, tired of his questions. “Dad used to take us to this creek during summer for a barbeque and he showed me all sorts of things. Including how to build a dam. Or build little boats out of tree bark.”

“Which creek was that?”

She shot around and huffed an exaggerated sigh. “Who cares?”

With eyebrows raised, he replied, “I do.”

The dam they’d built only minutes earlier was still solid and holding back some of the water. A smiled tugged at her lips at all the memories of her family’s weekends away to this creek. Which creek had it been? And why did he need to know?

She met his gaze, a smile still lingering on his face, as she said just above a whisper, “Bigalow Creek. Dad took us to a place called Bigalow Creek.”


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Today’s Snippet

Hannah shrieked at the shock as the icy water soaked through her clothes and hit her skin. Instantly, she shot up and held her dripping sleeves away from her body, about to tell him why this hadn’t been a good idea in the first place, but instead she burst into laughter. She laughed, as she reached for his arm to help him up as well, barely able to get the words, “I’m sorry,” across her lips.

He gave her one of his mischievous smiles. “You’re very welcome.”

“Pardon?” she asked as they headed towards the picnic rug.

“You’re very welcome,” he repeated.

Her laugh subsided as she stared at him, brows raised. “I don’t follow.”

“You’re very welcome for making you laugh.”


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