It's that time again. The monthly Seven 11 Blog Hop is a teaser event where some awesome author peeps get together and tease you ... (with their fiction-writing, DUH!)
This month is a special one because it's also one of my BFF's and author friends, Amanda Aksel's birthday! (
you can check out her books and Seven 11 teaser here.)
Also, she's kind of freaking out about being the dirty thirty. So, Amanda, this is for you:
And in honor of her freak-out, she's asked you NOT give presents. Take your money and give it all to CharityWater, instead, a charity committed to providing clean water to countries and people without. You can donate here to offer up someone thirsty a clean glass of water.
https://my.charitywater.org/amandas-30th-birthday
And now, my teaser! And because I couldn't help myself, it's a little longer than 7 lines. I am really bad at following directions...
“Dad, what’s going on?”
Regan asked.
“We’re getting ready for
a wedding,” he said, the words so matter-of-fact, I was surprised Regan didn’t
already know. It felt like everyone knew what was going on but me.
“It looks like a pretty
big deal,” I said. “Who’s going to be married?”
“You are,” he said. And
then, turning to Regan, added, “Or maybe it will be you.”
I felt all the blood
rush out of my head. The world spun around me, and I had to grab one of the
benches to stay standing. “Excuse me? I’m … You’re joking. This is a joke,
right?”
Regan was pale and
deathly silent beside me.
“Not a joke,” he
corrected. “Rather a pledge. Tonight, we are hosting an engagement party for the
impending marriage of the next alpha. Whichever of my daughters that turns out
to be.”
My half-sister stiffened
behind him. Her eyes went round and her nostrils flared.
“That doesn’t make any
sense,” I protested.
“It makes too much
sense, and there’s the logic in it that can’t be overlooked, unfortunately. No
matter our...feelings,” he said with a pointed look at Regan that sent a ripple
of dread through me.
“Dad, what did you do?”
Regan asked.
“It’s time for both of
you to learn about the treaty,” Dad said. “Sit down.”
I did what he told me
to, but not because I wanted to be obedient. I just didn’t have any other
choice. My legs wouldn’t hold me up anymore. Regan didn’t budge, but she was
breathing hard, and I guessed she hadn’t known any more about the marriage
thing than I did.
Marriage? Was he crazy?
Had living out here in isolation amongst only werewolves rotted his brain?
(Bitteroot, a YA PNR novella series coming this Fall)
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