Excerpt Exchange

January 12 2010

I was scrolling through the writers’ loop last week and came across an email from a woman name Tina Gayle.  She was looking for other authors who might post an excerpt of their latest book on their web sites, and in exchange she would post theirs.

Hmm, I said to myself. Now there’s a clever way to reach a few more potential readers, i.e. book-buyers.

If I find a few others to exchange with next month, I think I’ll call them “Love Notes.”

To find my excerpt, visit Tina’s site at
www.tinagayle.net on February 18.   

Mating Rituals by Tina Gayle 

ISBN: 978-1-935348-58-0
Genre: Fantasy Romance
Book Length: Novel
Heat Level: Spicy

Find at
www.amirapress.com  

Staring straight ahead, Marohka Taunton avoided eye contact with every man she passed. Moving along the edge of the dance floor, she wove her way back and forth across the assigned path. Her steps, jerky and clumsy, she hid her natural smooth gait. No man, in his right mind, craved an ungraceful wife. At least, she hoped not.
 
With the stairs a few steps ahead, she tasted victory and allowed herself a sigh of relief. "Thank goodness."
 
A masculine voice in front of her chuckled. "It’s not over yet, princess."
 
Marohka paused to inspect the stranger. The laughter reflected in his warm brown eyes—surprised, the intelligent focus—intrigued, and the dark spark of interest—captivated.

A foreign response slithered through her chest. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach. Her heartbeat rang in her ears. Her hands turned clammy. Awareness of the man claimed her senses.
 
His face, framed by dark brown hair, showed rough lines of strength and fortitude. A crooked nose, a square jaw, and a chiseled chin marked his unique personality. Added together, the sum indicated the man rarely backed down from a fight. He’d stand up for his beliefs and defeat his opponents. His lopsided grin with a dimple at the corner of his mouth teased her.
 
A silly feature on such a stern face. The little mark claimed her heart and spoke of a rare sense of humor, a trait absent in most men.
 
A tingle ran down her spine. Her toes curled. Either as an appealing partner or a worthy adversary, the man presented a dangerous combination. Right then, without question, Marohka decided never to cross paths with him again.
 
"It is for me," she responded to his comment. She lifted her chin a little higher and repaired the chip in her armor with a sassy comeback. "But you’re welcome to any of the girls behind me. I’m sure they’ll enjoy your charm."
 
Marohka lifted her skirt and swept up the stairs. The sound of his laughter spoiled her intended snub.