Sunday, June 14, 2015

Sunday Snippets By Connie Vines #Sunday snippets

I spent a delightful morning at my local Romance Writers of America/ Orange County Chapter.  My life, like everyone who reads my blog post, is filled to the brim with a series (seemingly never ending) of must-do items.  This morning I pushed this list aside and drove to the twenty five miles to the Brea Civic Center.  
It was wonderful to visit with these dear friends, so very much like a large extended family.  For my Sunday Snippet I'd like to share a excerpt of "Brede".  The second in my Rodeo Romance Series, published by Books We Love.  This novel reminds us all of the importance of family.  This family may be comprised of blood-relations, dear friends, or those who are brought into our life. 
Her hair wasn't the dark, muddy brown he'd imagined, but a rich, shimmering shade of auburn.  He ran a hand through the strands removing clumps of twigs and dirt.  He probed the area near her hairline where he found a gash. Once he was certain the gash was closed, he cleaned the caked blood away with a washcloth and focused his attention on the swelling above her brow line.
Brede swallowed, trying to ignore the thick, tight feeling wedged in his throat. He didn't welcome the onslaught of emotion that filled his chest and caused him to stroke her jaw with an unsteady finger tip.  He reminded himself that he didn't need to be involved in her problems; he had enough of his own.  As soon as the roads were passable, he'd get her to a doctor and the police could take care of the rest.
Still, no matter how hard he tried to remove himself from the situation, he kept remembering how fragile she'd seemed when he held her in his arms.  He felt felt as if he'd carried a sparrow, all feathers and tiny bones, out of that gully.
He cradled on of her hands in his as he watched her desperate attempt to cling to life. He prayed he know what he was doing. He was a rancher, not a doctor.
Her long slender fingers brushed across his callused hands. Was she strong enough to fight off the cold and shock?
Closing his hand around hers in a gentle grip, he willed some of his strength into her. He'd had enough of death and dying.  Too many people in his world had died from harshness and neglect.
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