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Wednesday, April 23, 2014

Better Left Unsaid Wednesday!

Our Wednesday meme highlights those thought bubbles over our characters' heads. Do they say one thing and think another? Do they inwardly muse, ponder, laugh, fret, jeer, doubt, rage etc?

In comments, and in 300 words or less, give us a snippet from your novel that describes what your heroes, heroines, or bit players are thinking. If you are unable to post thoughts in italics, wrap their thoughts with *   * so they're easy to spot. Don't forget your buy link and website/blog link. Have fun!

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Maggie Le Page said...

In this excerpt from A HEAT OF THE MOMENT THING the heroine, Becky, tells her division manager she has to leave—but is doing everything she can to avoid the truth.


“Oh! I’m not pregnant. I’m . . .” I started to chew on a fingernail then stopped, returned the hand to my lap. “It’s my grandmother.”

My grandmother?

“She’s eighty-seven. She—er—needs my help.”

He frowned. “Oh?”

Actually, she was way beyond my kind of help, having been dead these past five years.

“Yes,” I said, “she’s just . . . broken her hip.” Then, warming to my theme, “And she really can’t manage on her own anymore. She lives in . . . um . . . a remote village, yes, very remote, completely cut off from the world, up in . . . in Yorkshire.”

“I see.”

“And I’m her only family”—I emphasised the words—“so it’s up to me to take care of her.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t realise your parents had passed away.”

I gulped. Lies and me just didn’t mix.

“Um—yes, well, I don’t remember it.” That, at least, was the truth. “It all happened years ago, when I was just a kid, a little kid, barely talking, and I was taken in by some wonderful people who brought me up as their own. They even changed their surname to mine, to minimise the trauma for me.”

What? What?

His eyebrows prepared to launch into orbit.

“Anyway, my parents—that’s what they are to me—aren’t related to my grandmother. At least, not that I know of. But they don’t look anything like her, so I’m sure they’re not. And they don’t want to interfere—it wouldn’t be right—so, you see, I need to go up to Yorkshire for the time being.”

“Ah.” He blinked. “Of course.”


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E. Ayers said...

From A Child’s Heart (A River City Novel) by E. Ayers

Trent, a young widower, is playing checkers with his young son who is awaiting major heart surgery. Trent's fallen in love with Cassie. But with a son and living with his mom, dating Cassie isn't easy, especially when his mom isn't thrilled with his relationship with Cassie because Cassie's older than Trent. Gotta love kids, they always tell the truth!

“Are you going to marry Cassie?” Shawn asked.
“Do you think because we kiss that we’re going to get married?”
“Well, you wouldn’t kiss her if you didn’t love her, right?”
Trent stifled his desire to laugh at his son. “Right. We might. We’ve talked about it, but we haven’t made any decisions.”
“Grandmom says Cassie wouldn’t be my mother. She’d be my step-mother.”
***Oh great! I don't need Mom interfering.*** “True. What else did Grandmom say about Cassie?”
Shawn shrugged.
“Come on, spit it out.”
“She said God was going to punish you because you were walking down the garden path. But I told Grandmom that you weren’t in any garden, just on the beach.”