Would You Keep Reading?

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Early this year, I started working on my latest book, the second in a series, which starts with a book I’ve called The Ties That Bind. If you’re interested you can check out my storyboard for this book here: http://www.pinterest.com/jansenschmidt/the-ties-that-bind/

Here’s an excerpt from the second book, Broken Ties:

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“I’m home,” Bailey sing-songed as she pushed open the front door. She’d practically begged her mother to accompany her to the bridal store to pick up her gown, veil, shoes and other accouterments, but her mother had insisted that Bailey go alone. The final fitting appointment was at eight and her mother was not a morning person. “I’ll have a surprise waiting when you get back,” she’d said.

Bailey looked around the living room for the crepe paper streamers and balloons she’d imagined would fill the room when she arrived; the bridal shower she’d never had.

“Mom?”

Still holding the dress, she went to the kitchen and peered around the corner, ready to act surprised if the room was full of people anxious to congratulate her and get the party started. She frowned at the ominously silent kitchen, no cake or party snacks anywhere to be found. With a frustrated sigh she retraced her steps and headed down the hallway towards the bedrooms. Muffled voices and soft giggles emanated from behind the closed master bedroom door.

Bailey smiled. “Good one, Mom,” she said softly. “Hide the guests in the bedroom. Sneaky.”

Tiptoeing closer she stifled the giggle that threatened to escape at her idea to turn the tables on them and burst through the door yelling surprise instead of letting it happen the other way around.

“My God, Marion, you’re amazing!”

Bailey stilled at her finance’s words. What fantastic surprise awaited her behind that door that Lowell would think was amazing?

“Faster, Lowell. She’ll be home any minute.”

As usual, her mother hadn’t planned accordingly and now Bailey was going to ruin the surprise because she’d arrived home before everything was in place. She stuck a knuckle in her mouth and bit down. She should wait until everything was perfect before barging in, but her excitement was about to bubble over. Most likely they were putting together the photo collage she’d wanted to display at the reception with photos of her and Lowell over the past year.

She reached for the door, touched the handle then pulled her fingers away. She bounced around in a circle and hunched her shoulders as anticipation pinged along every nerve ending.

“That’s it, Lowell. Right there. Oh, yes. Yes, that’s perfect.”

Her mother sounded as breathy and excited as Bailey felt. Unable to squelch the urge any longer, she turned the knob and stepped into the room. “Surprise!”

Several things happened at once, but Bailey’s mind switched into super slow motion and only registered one single snapshot–her mother’s arched back and naked breasts bouncing, her bare ass gripped in Lowell’s hands. The words “Bailey” and “shit” oozed through the gel of confusion muddling her brain. Naked bodies tumbled to the floor, bedding twisted around exposed body parts, the wedding dress slid to the floor in a puddle of ivory silk, iridescent sequins and crystal beads.

Would you keep reading? I’d love to hear your thoughts. Don’t be shy, if I didn’t want to know, I wouldn’t have asked. My story boards for this book are available here:  http://www.pinterest.com/jansenschmidt/broken-ties/

Word of the Day: Fitchew. I’ll give you a hint: it’s not this “That dress is too big. It doesn’t fitchew right.”

Fun fact about me: I really like to cook and to try new recipes.

Original post by Jansen Schmidt, March 2014. Excerpt Broken Ties, original work by Jansen Schmidt. Photos courtesy Google Images