The contest for The Violin ended on Valentine's Day. The winner of the basket loaded with goodies and the violin pin is Chrystal Broyles. Congratulations, Crystal. I announced the winner during my featured author chat at Talking TwoLips on February 14th. I was so glad to have the opportunity to be their featured author and I am gratuful for their invitation.
The Violin is available on amazon.com, Fictionwise, Amira Press at www.amirapress.com and from my website at www.sarahmcneal.com .
THE VIOLIN by Sarah McNeal (unedited excerpt)
Amira Press www.amirapress.com in print or ebook
Also available at Amazon.com , Fictionwise
Here is a little snippet from THE VIOLIN:
The house was quiet and dark as John led Genevieve to his room. He lit a kerosene lantern when they entered the room. The lantern’s light threw a soft, yellow glow around the small quarters. A nightgown was draped over the end of one of the twin beds indicating that Matilda expected Genevieve to stay and left it for her to wear.
John patted the bed where the nightgown lay. He grinned wickedly as he moved toward her and pulled her close. “If I had been thinking of taking you to my bed, this wouldn’t exactly be what I had in mind,” he whispered close to her ear and chuckled.
Before Genevieve could answer, John kissed her lightly on the lips and said, “You sleep tight now and dream about me. I’ll see you in the morning.” Then he closed the door and Genevieve stood alone in the little room John shared with his brother with her heart still racing in her chest from the kiss he had just bestowed upon her and the memory of the one he had given her earlier.
God, this was madness. A few short weeks ago, she didn't even know who these people were and now here she was in a place she didn't belong and in love with a man who died a very long time ago. She couldn't help it though. Why did it all seem so comfortable and so normal?
Genevieve shook herself from her thoughts and changed into the nightgown that smelled of lye soap and sunshine and sat on the edge of the bed to look around the room.
Jimmy’s side had shelves filled with models of clipper ships and other sailing vessels, rocks, nature books, books about birds and a picture of his parents nestled in the corner. Tin and celluloid toys were bursting out of a wooden box at the foot of the bed and on his bed was the canon Genevieve had given him.
John’s side of the room was tidy and well kept. His shelves held math books, a drafting set, two cameras, and several photo albums. Leaning against a little desk was a mandolin and a case containing what she knew was a violin.
Her heart rolled over in her chest. She got up, laid the violin case on the desk, and opened it. The case looked new and, inside the case, the violin glowed in the soft light. It was in perfect condition and not a scratch on it. She held her breath as she opened the tool pocket but all she found was a tuning pipe and a box of rosin. There was nothing else.
Her hands trembled as she closed the lid of the violin. She put the violin back where it had been and sat on the edge of the bed. She felt weak and dizzy. She ached inside. This just couldn’t be happening. But it was.
It won't be much longer until Springs arrives bringing us warm days, leafy green trees and colorful flowers. It makes me happy just thinking about it. My work in progress brings my heart joy, too. HARMONICA JOE'S RELUCTANT BRIDE is my first turn of the century western and it's cheering me up just writing it.
Until next week when I write another blog on Sunday, I hope you all have a wonderful and joy-filled week.
All good things,
Sarah McNeal www.sarahmcneal.com