Mid-Week Teaser — Riding on the Sin Wagon

MidWeekTease2Argh…I haven’t done one of these Mid Week Teases in a while. I had to edit in a day late the graphic! Doh!

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I’m working on a New Adult retelling of The Scarlet Letter set in a small town in NC. The heroine is home from college for the summer and runs into someone at her church she never expected to see again. First draft material so please excuse the rough edges.

“Mr. Hudson! Malcolm!” My mother’s voice rang out above the din of congregation members chatting with each other and with the various deacons and ministers. Common exclamations of, “Hot enough for ya,” peppered the babble. I felt my arm caught and tugged in the direction of the blond head that rose above all the others. Damn, he was tall.

“Hello, Mrs. Teague,” Malcolm said to my mother. I knew the second he recognized me because the color drained from his tanned face and he swallowed, hard, bobbing his Adam’s apple. “Uh, hello,” he said to me.

My own throat went as dry as three-day old cornbread. What were the odds? A million to one? I’d have been less surprised if God had struck me down with a bolt of lightning than to have seen this particular man again. He was no saint when I first met him a few months earlier. No ma’am. He’d been riding the sin wagon and cracking the whip to go even faster. How did I know? I’d been right up there riding it beside him! And now here he was, all holier than thou. Plus I’d have remembered a name like Malcolm. The douchebag had given me a fake name. Sure I’d told him mine was Beth, but at least mine hadn’t been a total lie. Big difference between Conall and Malcolm.

“Mr. Hudson, let me introduce you to my daughter, Elizabeth.”

“Malcolm,” he said, extending his hand to me. “Very nice to…uh…meet you, Elizabeth. Are you visiting from college?”

Had he emphasized the Beth part a little more than necessary? “It’s Lizzy. And I’m home just for the summer, yes.”

“No job yet,” my mother said with a ‘tsk’ at the end. “Times are hard, Malcolm, when even a talented young woman like my Lizzy can’t find a job. A three-point-five average so far, double-majoring in History and Journalism with a minor in music–”

“Mother! He doesn’t need to hear all that!” I so did not need her to recite my academic resume, and I especially did not need her mentioning my music minor, not to the Music Minister, even if he was just an intern.

Malcolm smiled at my mother–an expression that reeked of indulgence and patience reserved for the feeble-minded. Except my mother wasn’t even fifty and certainly wasn’t the least bit senile. Pushy and interfering, however, she paraded with pride. He shifted his gaze back to me, his eyes narrowed ever so slightly. “Perhaps we can persuade you to join the choir then?” He lifted his brows as if the idea my mother slapped him in the face with had organically occurred to him. Surely he was only being polite. Either that or he was looking for a repeat bit of business with me. As if. Sowing my wild oats in Chapel Hill was one thing. Doing it under my mother’s and all her old biddies’ noses was quite another. These women crucified for lesser offenses.

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#ROW80 Round 1 2014 Check in #19 and a Mid-Week Teaser


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Here are the “FAR” goals I established for this round of ROW80:

F-INISHING works in progress by adding >500 weekly new words, net.

A-DDING >1000 weekly new words to works with 10k words or less to them, and

R-EVISING two works for submission (converting one from adult to new adult and editing one based on feedback.) by tackling at least ONE chapter per week.

Here’s what I have done so far this week:

FINISHING:  848 words. (goal exceeded)

ADDING:  0 words


Some good writing time on Saturday and Sunday, though not a huge number of words

Back for more from my adult contemporary WIP, Three Dates, the one to which I added 829 words, which is sadly rambling all over the place. Grrr.MidWeekTease2

This is a walk of shame scene with the heroine’s young son as witness. All first draft material so…

I slipped into the kitchen for coffee and clarity. Angus sat in the living room riveted to the television watching cartoons. Okay so Griffin wasn’t going to be able to do the walk of shame without Angus seeing him. My robe was a no-no. I tiptoed backwards trying to return to my bedroom to swap my robe for some clothes.

I had almost made it when Griffin opened the bathroom door I had just passed, and stepped out into the hall, stark naked except for the clothes he held in front of his groin. My mouth fell open as did his.

Giggling at the end of the hall had both of us turning to the source. “I see your booty,” Angus said pointing to Griffin’s ass.

A wall of heat shot up into my face. If only a trapdoor in the floor would open up and swallow Griffin whole.

“Uh, Griffin ripped a hole in his pants, sweetie and I’m going to fix it for him.” There went my mother of the year award.

Angus’s brow furrowed. “How’d you rip them?”

Griffin looked to me, terror blazing in his eyes. He turned in profile to Angus. “Uh, there was a dog. Yes, a dog. I was running and it chased me. I knew you lived near here so I ran and ran trying to get away, but, but it c-caught me and ripped a hole.”

Angus nodded thoughtfully and then turned to me. “Mom, I think you should make pancakes for us. I think Griffin needs some pancakes.” More nodding. “Yep. And bacon.” He turned and ran back to the living room.

“What are you doing?” I whisper-yelled.

“I had to go to the bathroom!”


“I couldn’t find my pants!”

I pointed to the clothing in front of his goodies. “What are those?”

“These are yours! I had to pee so badly, I didn’t have time to look any further.”

“Angus saw your booty!”

“I am well aware of that considering he announced it.” He shifted the wad of my clothes to cover his ass as he darted into my bedroom with me in close pursuit.

After I closed the door behind us, I paced in front of it. “Well, that was embarrassing.”

“Yes, slightly.” He chuckled and bent over, pawing through all the clothes littering my floor. Maybe if I’d been better about keeping my bedroom free of clutter, the “encounter” might never have happened.

I reached down and picked up his bowtie. “You could have at least put this on,” I said handing it to him.

Sex and humor. My favorite combo. 🙂

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