Sample Sunday & New Release - Sacrifice

Sunday, November 15, 2020

Sacrifice was released on Tuesday and I invite you to read a sample from the book. 

Dane's entry into the room stilled Sophie's thoughts. She realized then that she hadn’t moved from where he left her. He clasped her shoulders with both hands. “I can't know what the problem is if you don't tell me.”

She didn't look at him because if she did, her resentment would be obvious. While he was gone, she’d had a lot of time to think. Sophie wanted to ask so many things but couldn’t come up with the first word to make a sentence. Then the curiosity she couldn't suppress made her ask, “How was Jamaica?”

He tipped one brow as if she had said something strange, but replied, “No different from any other trip.”

“Did you stay with your father?”

Now, he frowned. “Of course, who else would have put me up?”

Her mouth puckered, then she said, “I wouldn’t really know where you were if you had a mind to stay somewhere else.”

Dane released her and took a step back. “Are you accusing me of something?”

“The better question might be whether there’s something you should tell me.”

He stared hard at her. “And what might that be?”

The intensity in his eyes unnerved her and she shrugged. “I’m not the one who would know.”

He cupped the back of his neck with one hand. “I’m not sure what you’re getting at, but if you have something you want to say, the best thing would be to simply get it out in the open. I don’t get why you’re asking me this now.”

She cursed the coward inside her and sighed. “I’m sorry, I just—”

A cough, then a cry echoed from the baby monitor and stopped her words.

Nyla coughed again and they both turned toward the door, but Dane held her in place. “It’s okay, I’ll go.”

He hurried from the room, and she sank on the bed. If she didn’t get her act together, he’d start wondering if she was losing her mind. The pressure of trying to balance work and her anxieties was taking a toll.

Evie was good with Nyla, but sometimes Sophie wondered if she shouldn’t have taken Dane’s advice. He had suggested that she cut back on her days at the clinic, or consult from home, if that would ease her mental strain. So far, she hadn’t moved on either suggestion. Another example of her tendency to procrastinate.

Nyla’s continued hacking pierced her mental haze and when she rose, Dane met her coming back down the corridor. “I don’t like how she looks.”

Nyla was now blue in the face.

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