Tuesday, May 22, 2012
Balancing Act Releases Today!
Whoo hoo! It's hard to believe my 4th book is here.
Here's one of the 'angry' excerpts. This was one of the dark moments in my past; at the time I did not know the man I'd agreed to marry had a temper. This particular argument took place about a month after I let him move into my apartment; I felt it necessary to include it because it becomes an 'eye-opener' moment for Gretchen. Enjoy, and please be assured; this book DOES have a happy ending!
“That's just great!” Joe threw his towel down in anger. “You have all day to read, but you pick the one time when I want to talk to you. What's more important, me or your damned book?”
“You, of course.” Damn it, why is he so mad now? How long did it take to get my attention? “I'm sorry I wasn't listening.”
“That's right, you don't think I'm worth paying attention to. What are you reading, anyway?”
“It's Danielle Steele's new one, Kaleidoscope.”
“I should have guessed. I saw those trashy novels in your room at the base. Why do you read them? They're not realistic.”
“So what?” Gretchen fired back. “Fiction is a form of entertainment, not meant for educational purposes.”
“Yeah, but these are all the same. Sex and trash!” Joe grabbed the green paperback and threw it into the kitchen wastebasket. “I don't want you reading that shit in front of me again. All it does is ruin your mind and morality.”
“It does not!” I don’t believe he threw it away! It’s not even mine! Maybe I can reason with him? She burst into tears and grabbed a tissue. “I read romance novels for enjoyment, not as a textbook to define how I live.”
“If you hadn't read them, you wouldn't have been such a slut last year!” Joe shouted.
“Oh, that's wonderful. I don't have to take this. I'm going back to campus!” Gretchen stood up and began looking for her shoes. What’s wrong with him? Where does he get the idea that reading romance equals a skewed morality?
“Don't leave, babe.” Joe softened his voice. “I'm sorry. I shouldn't have brought up the past.”
“Then why did you?” She pulled on her left tennis shoe. “Where's my other shoe? There it is.”
She reached for it. Joe grabbed it and held it. “Just listen to me for a minute.”
“No!” she yelled. “I'm too mad, just let me go back to the dorm before I do something I regret!”
“Just let me explain.”
“Give me my shoe!”