It's especially hard because I've not yet finished the first draft. I've outlined about half the book, but I've written a quarter, so it is safe to say that there will be many changes happening yet. So how do I select a sample then? How do I select something vague, yet revealing? How do I select a passage that is sure to make it into the final drafts?
I thought of sharing the opening paragraphs, but what I will share instead is a short scene between Harley and Stan. In this scene, Stan has just witnessed Harley and Tyler get engaged. Click here to read the synopsis.
I slipped away before he could protest. When I shot out the front doors of the restaurant, I gasped for air. My chest was heavy, my stomach had a knot the size of a bowling ball and my throat was sore from holding back the emotions that threatened to explode at any moment.
I rubbed my arms. Though there was no snow, it was still December-not really ideal weather for wearing a cocktail dress and high heels out on the side walk at eight o’clock at night. Even the freezing cold was better company than the leeches inside.
“Why, Harley?” Stan appeared out of nowhere. He looked as destroyed as I felt. His blonde hair fell, hiding his forehead. I led him away from the windows where we wouldn’t be seen. I brushed away the hair from his face before resting my hand upon his cheek.
“I’m sorry, Stan.”
“Why? Why him, Harley?” I could read between the lines. What Stan really meant wasn’t why Tyler. He meant, why not him. Why couldn’t it be his ring on my finger? I knew because my heart wanted the same thing.
He hushed the sob that squeaked out of me by pressing his mouth against mine. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into him. As our sorrow and lust crashed together the rest of the world faded away. In another universe, I imagined myself getting in the next available taxi with Stan and running away with him. We’d leave town, or maybe even the country. Maybe we’d go somewhere tropical and lay on the beach and drink mimosas all day. But in this universe, I was with Tyler, and he wasn’t ever going to let me go. He’d kill me first. I pulled away, breathless from the kiss we’d just shared.
I'm afraid that's all you're going to get for now. Please, if you'd like to leave your thoughts in the comments, feel free to do so.