Welcome to Teaser Tuesday, the series where I share snippets from upcoming and past releases, and works-in-progress, and occasionally con author buddies into doing the same.
Phew! What a week we had in north Queensland, and what a ball I had at the Bowen River Rodeo and Campdraft (having been multiple times, Jim didn’t share my enthusiasm). I took LOTS of photos and it’ll take me a while to sort through them but there’ll definitely be a This Writing Life photo essay on the trip in the future. I can’t wait to share all the drama and dust.
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Onto this week’s Teaser Tuesday. Did you know Summer and the Groomsman is currently free across all ebook platforms? Yes, you can pick up this sweet rural romance novella for nothing. Nothing! How cool is that?
And now for today’s teaser which is, of course, from Summer and the Groomsman. This is the story’s opening. Enjoy!
Harry Argyle never saw the horse. Not fully. He saw something with a huge black arse and, knowing that hitting things with big arses never turned out pretty, he swerved. A sideways skid and spray of gravel later and his ute was nose down in the overgrown gutter that ran alongside Redbank Road – the one the district council never mowed or repaired no matter how many times he complained – and repeating a word that’d earn him a solid clip over the ear from his mum, should she hear it.
He swore again to dispel the last traces of his shock and jammed the ute into reverse, easing it out of the gutter and back onto the unsealed road. Fat arse had turned around and now stood blinking at the headlights and puffing steam into the cold night, and regarding Harry as if he was the anomaly in this scene.
“A horse. Jesus.” He scratched his head and stared at it.
The dumb thing took a step forward, its fine ears at attention. He could see now that its coat wasn’t black but a rich dark brown. A white star shone in the middle of its forehead.
“To line up where the bullet goes,” muttered Harry, although he didn’t mean it. He liked horses. They reminded him a bit of himself: not the smartest animals in the world, but big, brown-eyed, friendly, and kind of sweet.
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