Easy was a Misnomer (and Teaser #7)

Wow, this one is fighting me all the way down.

Hemingway was quoted to have said: "There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed." I don't care what you're writing - a literary masterpiece or a board book for three-year-olds - as an author, if you're going to connect emotionally with your reader, you have to be willing to offer up sacrificial slivers of yourself to your work. Some manuscripts aren't content to take those donated pieces, however - they want appendages. Easy is one of these.

Apologies to my neglected friends and family, and any unanswered emails, messages or tweets from anyone sending them. (So help me God - seriously, people - I am just not good at twitter - it's like being one clucking chicken in a henhouse of clucking chickens all trying to get the attention of the other chickens...)

Tuesday Teaser #7:

I couldn’t take any more of this night. A sob came from my throat as I tried to remain composed. “May I have my keys, please?” I held my hand out, willing the tremors to subside.

He swallowed, looking at me, and I stared back into his clear eyes. I couldn’t tell their color in the diffuse lighting, but they contrasted compellingly with his dark hair. His voice was softer, less hostile. “Do you live on campus? Let me drive you. I can walk back over here and get my ride after.”

Tammara Webber

New York Times and international bestselling author of contemporary romantic fiction

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