Daryl Devore's Blog

Daryl Devore's Blog

Wednesday, 28 November 2018

Memories of warm, loving Christmases tried to surge forward. Daryl Devore's Love in the Key of C #MFRWhooks #MFRWAuthor #Christmasshort #sweetromance




 APOLOGIES for not visiting anybody last week - I woke up with a 101.4 fever and spend most of the day on the couch asleep or staring at the TV. Felt fine the next day. Weird?!?!

Book Hooks is a weekly meme hosted by Marketing for Romance Writers as part of the MFRW Authors Blog. It's a chance each week for you the reader to discover current WIP or previously published book by possibly new to you authors.

Today, I am showcasing a snippet from my Christmas short – Love in the Key of C





Excerpt


Does hunger cause hallucinations? I'll have to do a search on that once I have money…and a smart phone…and a chocolate éclair in my hand with one waiting on a gold-rimmed plate. I stumbled, but caught myself. I really must try to stay here—in this reality. Where had that street gone? Prosperous Street. Or was it Proposal Road? I'd only lived in the city for a few months and still had a lot to learn about the roads, boroughs and subway lines.
I shuffled along the residential block passed two-storey houses trimmed with Christmas wreaths, smiling Santas and strings of Christmas lights. I could imagine them sparkling against the darkness of the night as the ones had at the house where I grew up.
Memories of warm, loving Christmases tried to surge forward. I crushed them with a runny nose sniff, then swiped my sleeve across my upper lip.
At the corner, I turned to the right. With the church behind me, I had to be heading in the correct direction. The soul-uplifting sound of a Christmas carol floated out through an open door just a few feet away. It was a massive gray brick building. I didn't recognize it, but then this was probably the back or side entrance. A man—in his late-twenties, so about my age—stepped outside and inhaled and released a big breath.
He was tall, dressed in a faded pair of jeans, sneakers and a wonderfully warm looking, red, down-filled coat. Yes, jealousy surged in me as I pulled my thin denim fall jacket closer to me.
My feet edged me closer. It had to be my feet doing it on their own. My instinct was to turn and scurry off in any other direction, like a mouse avoiding a predator. But my feet dragged me closer to the music and the man.
He glanced to his left and smiled at me.


Blurb and Buy Links
Can a slice of pizza and a flute erase the ravages of life and allow Giselle and Ethan to fall in love by Christmas?

Collapsing in front the biggest department store in the city on one of the busiest days of the holiday season was not how Giselle imagined her day. Cold and hungry, she trudged through her daily existence wondering if she'd ever find happiness again.
Teenagers. Ethan loved working with them and turning their raw musical talent into something beautiful and rewarding, but that didn't fill the black void in his soul.
Like fate, the songwriters' muse nudged Giselle and Ethan together. But can Giselle overcome her fears and can Ethan get past the darkness that surrounds him, so they can find love?




KOBO




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10 comments:

  1. I love her inner dialogue--it makes me like her right off the bat. And your title reminded me of a book I read a long time ago--Murder in C Major. The victim was the orchestra's principal oboist, and as a principal oboist I took great exception to the author's choice of a nasty victim. Pick on the concert master, for pity's sake.

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    1. Glad they did pick on a trumpeter. I played trumpet in the high school band.

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  2. Glad you're feeling better. Loved the bit about her feet taking charge.

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    1. Thank you. I like the line about the feet as well.

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  3. Happy your better. I loved knowing Giselle. I am left wanting more. Perfect story for the Holidays.

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  4. Yes, it isn't so much a Christmas story - it just takes place during that time of the yer.

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  5. This is interesting. I would love to read a little more. Hmm... this hook thing really works :)

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  6. I can practically feel how cold she is. Great excerpt.

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  7. What a nice excerpt! Very good character building!

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