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This week, I'm doing an excerpt from The Peace Officer, book 5 in the Loving Her series.
Brynn
Racanelli - daughter, sister, friend, partner, police officer... and so much
more. Devoted to serving others through her police work, and to helping her
sister who battles chronic Lyme Disease, she is the the poster child of
selflessness. But she does have wants, needs, hopes, and dreams. Will fate
finally bring her the life and love she’s always dreamed of?
The early morning sky looked like a giant baby blanket. Perfect layers of pastel pink, yellow and blue colors; the fluffy clouds provided the quilting. Nothing, not even the chill in the early November air, could penetrate Brynn’s sense of freedom and satisfaction.
Her horse, Petunia, raced as hard as she could. The trees and landscape around them were nothing more than a blur of various colors. Petunia’s white and grey dappled neck and face were striking against the backdrop of this autumn morning. She snorted as she ran faster and faster. Brynn held the reins right against her neck, at the base of her mane.
Happy Reading!!! :)
5 comments:
This sounds absolutely BRILLIANT this morning. Wish I had a horse to go ride in the cold and the grey...Thanks for sharing!
Breathtaking description here, Lauren. You captured me and brought me right into the scene so effortlessly.
Excellent descriptions in the snippet. I saw everything clearly in my mind.
Very, very nice way of using colors as imagery in this snippet. I especially like the way you describe the sky - it's so realistic, yet it's so hard to find the right words.
Always the worry-wart, i hope she doesn't get careless racing on the horse with this sense of freedom. Well done descriptions, I could practically feel the rush of air.
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