{"id":397,"date":"2013-06-10T05:49:19","date_gmt":"2013-06-10T05:49:19","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/theresarogers.art\/?p=397"},"modified":"2022-09-10T17:18:26","modified_gmt":"2022-09-11T00:18:26","slug":"my-first-snippet-sunday-post","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/theresarogers.art\/?p=397","title":{"rendered":"My first Snippet Sunday post!"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Tools of a trade Kelly never thought she’d pursue<\/em><\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

Kelly Hannow knows she has to get away from Chax. The question is, how?<\/p>\n

For Major Camden Williams and Major Devin MacGreggor, Green Berets, after what they survived in Iraq, it\u2019s nothing to them to catch a burglar. But when they see Kelly\u2019s scar, the dark rage that burns hot beneath their surfaces is kindled, and just sending her on her way is no longer an option.\u00a0Teaching Kelly defensive strategies takes an unexpected turn when the heat of battle turns to a very different kind of heat. Now the only question is, what kind of future can three lost souls possibly find together?<\/p>\n

Here they are, the first ten sentences of my WIP,\u00a0Breaking In.<\/em><\/p>\n

Thanks to Karysa for such a cool idea! And thanks to all who read. I really appreciate it!<\/p>\n

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Breaking and entering was not on the list of things Kelly had hoped to accomplish when she graduated from college. But she also wasn\u2019t one to run from good fortune when it decided to shine on her, which had been damn little in the last few years, and not at all in the last month. Breaking and entering posed the most welcome opportunity she could imagine at the moment.<\/p>\n

Music bellowed from the speaker mounted on the ceiling and she let her mind create patterns in the dusty spider webs vibrating with the bass. Across the dingy pub Chax shoved crumpled, sweat-damp bills around on the bar. \u201cAdam! Christ, you gonna give me change or what? No way I\u2019m leaving you four bucks tip.\u201d<\/p>\n

She rubbed her thigh, a habit she hated and needed to break, even though finally her touch wasn\u2019t met by a hot sting. She lifted her glass to her mouth and gin smoked its juniper tendrils toward the back of her throat before she swallowed. The familiar hollow feeling, like her chest had been emptied out, began to spread.<\/p>\n

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Thanks for reading! And be sure to check out the other authors who are posting for Snippet Sunday<\/a>.<\/p>\n\n\n