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Now here's the part where I endeavor to tease you into reading more of the featured story. Today, I'm sharing, Time Invested. If you like WWII movies, the music, and the romance, you'll connect with Meagan. Here's a snippet:
March 1943
Meagan Murphy tapped her toe beneath the food-laden table despite the fact she’d been
hunched over it for hours, dishing out portions at the weekly USO dance. Preferring to find a partner and have a little fun, she methodically spooned mashed potatoes onto passing plates and eyed the “Jitterbuggers” on the floor.
“May I have some gravy please?” A deep voice drew her attention.
The eyes she looked into darkened, and his perfectly formed lips curved into a dimpled smile. She cleared her throat and picked up the ladle. “Say when.”
“How about right after I polish off this chow.”
“Excuse me?” She cocked a brow.
“You said, say when. I thought you were inviting me to dance.” He winked.
Like Megan's story? You can find it on Amazon.
Welcome to Snippet Sunday
The rules are simple.
1. Sign up in the Linky List below. The Linky List will go live 12:01AM Monday and will close at 11:59PM Saturday night every week.
2. Post 6 paragraphs (no more, no less) from either a WIP or a published work. The post must be live by 9:00AM Sunday.
3. Open to both un-published and published authors.
4. Post the link back to Sneak Peek Sunday so that others can hop along. Feel Free to copy and use the Banner on your own blog or to promote your entry.
5. HAVE FUN!!
From beneath her lashes, Cecile saw him approaching, though she pretended not to notice. Her breath caught in her throat as he neared.
“May I have this dance?”
His husky voice brought chills to the back of her neck, and she realized she had sprung to her feet before even verbalizing her acceptance.
Thank goodness the musicians played a waltz. Being held in his arms seemed like a dream; everything she’d fantasized about for the past few days was coming true. She peered over to where her girlfriends gathered, hoping they’d noticed. Meanwhile her mind spun, trying to think of something to say to him, but she decided not to spoil the moment by making idle conversation. She longed to rest her head on his wide shoulder and lean the length of her body against his but propriety held her back.
His arm tightened around her waist, drawing her closer, yet maintaining a proper space between them. The ripple of muscles beneath her hand and the masculine smell of his clean, cotton shirt stirred feelings new to her—her stomach clenched with excitement when she noticed her friends watching. If only time would stand still. But the song ended, and they stepped apart and applauded.
“Would you mind if we sat?” she asked, feeling a little giddy and unsteady on wobbly legs.
