I’ve edited through my NaNoWriMo work today. I figured after a month of talking and posting writing goals, I may as well share another snippet of it!  Granted this is raw, unedited work, but none the less here you go:

Adrenaline pulsed hard through my veins. Each moment that past, my blood boiled even hotter. As Officer Asshat droned on lecturing me about how women should be treated; I kept my temper in check, for her. Nothing pissed me off more than the unjustifiable accusation of being a womanizing bastard. I might be a tried and true dickhead at times, but disrespect a woman or abuse her, never going to happen. My eyes stared down the overweight sheriff, never once providing him with any reasons for an arrest, but simply letting him know he did not hold the upper hand here. Especially when he made presumptions leading him down the wrong path. Occasionally my watchful eyes search over Asshats shoulder beyond the parked squad car in hopes of catching a glimpse of Jenna.

From Resurrection: 

Cocking my head from side to side, I began critiquing my new body. I dismissed the noises rattling around softly behind me. An uncomfortable feeling soon brought me back to the here and now. I immediately begin glancing around shifting my focus higher in the mirror. My eyes widening, as they meet with those of the afternoon shift janitor. He’s fumbling around, gathering his supplies nervously exiting the small shower stall with his small cart of cleaning goods. Swiftly pulling my towel back together, my face a fine shade of tomato red, the recollection of seeing the little yellow caution signs at the entrance to the locker room, it registers in my baby brain that he’s been here the whole time.

The locker room was empty because the signs say cleaning crew. This little oversight mortifies me. The young man watched me explore myself from top to bottom. He observed me as I guided my hands across my breasts and down my stomach. I trailed them over my hips and down my ass. I’m almost positive a nice little handy in his enclosure just happened. I’m embarrassed, feeling like I’m part of the walk of shame gang. Without a second thought, I immediately decide upon foregoing the shower today. I squeeze my towel tighter. My mind now madly flooded with irrational thoughts, I hustle back into the locker area for proper clothing and a clean escape from this new hell and humiliation.

Resurrection is my WIP for NaNoWriMo. Jenna and Chase are shaping up nicely. I figured a little teaser pleaser for a Sunday morning might be nice.

***disclosure: This is pre-editor perusal, proceed with extreme caution.***

Synopsis

Excerpt

National Novel Writing Month, NaNoWriMo, is under way. Day five and I’m surprising myself daily by keeping up. I’m amazed since this is crunch time before finals. My students have essays coming due in about a week which will really impact my time frames for writing. However, “C’est la vie” and we’ll just roll with the punches!

I thought I’d give you a little synopsis of this new piece. I’m still working on Blake and Sam, however Jenna and Chase are shaping up nicely.

Welcome to Resurrection:

Her life was a true fairy tale. She’d always set her goals high: the hot man, the power career, the great kids. She had it all. When the defining moment and diagnosis came through, she felt her world swirl around the edges of the black hole of despair. Could she recover, and even more so, did she want to?

He married his happily-ever-after. She made him smile, laugh, and believe life really was a dream come true. He worked hard, played hard, and doted hard on his family. And when his world crumbled, he found it hard to carry on. Now he’s in recovery mode. Will he be able to push past the pain and misery, or is this the end?

The premise for Resurrection came from some real life situations. I’m blessed to have known my inspirations, and they continue to lift me up through their strength each and every day.