Saturday, March 26, 2016

Silver Sky at Dawn -- who is at the door? Weekend Writing Warriors - Easter

Happy Easter Sunday, one and all. This is my Weekend Writing Warriors ten-sentence snippet from my upcoming romance, Silver Sky at Dawn. To get back to the other blog hop authors, click on the link above!  

To bring us up to speed, Lorena had just discovered her sleeping husband's adulterous text messages and was contemplating something horrific with the pillow when the door creaked . . . 

                   My precious daughter rubbed her big blue eyes and her blonde mane, half brushed, hung to her shoulders. “Mommy,I can’t find the Pop-Tarts.”
            My anger cooled at the sight of Leesa Shayne, “I’ll be right there, baby.”
            She rubbed her eyes again, blinking big, innocent blinks. “Okay.” She turned to close the door, but stopped short, glancing over her shoulder, “I love you, Mommy.”
            I offered what smile I could, hiding all of my residual rage behind it -- protecting my baby, shielding her. “I love you, baby girl.”

            If I kill him, I’ll never see my baby girl again, or my boy. The thought of my babies forced me to swallow my pride and climb out of the bed, my back turned to the mess of lies and deceit that lay in our king sized pillow top, snoring as though he didn’t have a care in the world.

Thank you for stopping by! I hope you enjoy the rest of your Easter weekend!


  1. I'm glad the good angel (the daughter) triumphed over the bad angel (the sleeping husband).

  2. I wonder how many husbands are still alive because of their wives' love of their children?

  3. I wonder how many husbands are still alive because of their wives' love of their children?

  4. Awesome snippet! Puts me right there with her, feeling her rage and her love for her kids. But I have a feeling hubby isn't going to get off scott free.

    1. Something tells me you're right Alexis ;-)

  5. Whew! Crisis averted, for now. :-)

  6. Good job the daughter appeared when she did. Now she can plan her revenge a little better. It is always a dish best served cold. Good piece.

  7. "...snoring as though he didn't have a care in the world." Excellent snippet, Madeline. :-)