Wright’s Wednesday Preview

Life...

So...

This last week or two hasn't been exactly fun. Or easy. Or any other positive word you might think to use. 

As I've mentioned before, I live in the basement of an old church. We've been getting an insane amount of snow recently - way, way more than we normally get.

And then...it warmed up. And we got rain. Lots of rain. 

Some of you probably already know where I'm going with this. The rest of you have never lived in a basement. 😉 

Yup, my living room flooded.

Living in a basement isn't fun
Erin Wright romance author isn't having fun

Which has meant about as much upheaval as you might expect. Things are still a little hairy, which means that I've slowed down considerably on writing. Bad, Erin, bad!

Even Jasmine the Writing Cat is unimpressed by my current writing speed.

So to make it up to you guys, I thought I'd do a sneak peek of Stampede of Love. 

Rex and Kimber have just met in a bar, and sparks are flying...

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“I never caught your name,” he said, realizing that he couldn’t use her name if she hadn’t been the one to tell him. That was just stalkerish and weird.

“Kimber, not Kimberly.”

“Well, Kimber Not Kimberly, I’m Rex.”

“Rex?” She eyeballed him. “Like T-Rex? Who names their child after a dinosaur? I thought I had a weird name…”

“I will say, I’ve never heard of Kimber Not Kimberly.” She stuck her tongue out at him and he winked and grinned. “Rex is…it’s a nickname.”

“And you’re not going to tell me your real name, are you.” It was a statement, not a question.

“Not a chance in hell,” he said with a grin.

“If I guess it, will you tell me if I’m right or not?”

“Not a chance in hell,” he repeated, and grinned wider. She rolled her eyes and plowed ahead.

Roger…

Alonzo…

Maurice…

Crawford…

“You did hear that I wouldn’t tell you even if you were right, right?” he asked, laughing, after she guessed Lesley.

“But I thought I’d bat my baby blues at you and change your mind.” She batted her eyelashes in a mockery of a southern belle, and he laughed.

“Turns out, I’m immune to baby blues.”

“Dammit, well I’m just screwed…”

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I hope y'all fall in love with Kimber Not Kimberly and Rex as much as I have. I promise to write as much as I can over the next couple of weeks. <3

Love and hugs to you all,

Erin