Tell A Story Blog Hop is a three day long event where different authors will tell a story. Instead of a short flash fiction piece, I’ve decided to rehash a few deleted scenes from my Desert Breeze Publishing romance, Saving Pale Moon, the first book in The Sisters Callaway series. The second book in the series, Renovations, was released in November, and the third, A Difficult Choice, will be out in July.
Good news, there’s a giveaway as part of this Hop. I’m giving away an ecopy of one of The Sisters Callaway books for one lucky commenter. Just leave a comment on my blog anytime during the three day event and on Monday, May 30, I’ll randomly pick out one winner. To learn more about my books, go to my website.
I hope you enjoy the little story.
Deleted scene number one shows the woman who is harming Pale Moon, the stallion, by giving him a herbal concoction that makes him go crazy for a few minutes. I’m calling this deleted scene, Almost Getting Caught.
The woman dragged in a deep, needful breath. Melissa’s new sister and Blake had almost caught her with the herbal liquid. She had to be more careful. She thought she’d been safe when Blake suddenly appeared from the front door of the house, pulling the suspicious woman’s attention from the center of the barn area. Yet the horse’s instantaneous reaction to the serum her brother had given her this morning brought both of them flying to the barn. The new arrival had not stopped until she was within five feet of the crazed animal. If either one of them had glanced to the straw-filled area on the left, she would’ve been spotted.
With the evidence of her tampering in her hands, she thought once again.
She had to be more careful.
Her family needed Pale Moon to secure their standings in the horse bleeding community. The bidding for the stallion had been closed before Frank Hunter placed his money on the block. It wasn’t fair, her brother had told her. It wasn’t fair for the Hunters to get the prize-winning animal.
The horse rightfully belonged to her family.
Male voices broke through her thoughts then, as she stood in the shadows at the far end of the center structure in a series of long, narrow buildings. A hint of panic raced through her as she listened to the morning activity of the cowboys on the opposite side of the barn.
Thank God this was the last time she’d need to do this.
Swallowing around a dry mouth, she stepped backward toward a portion of dislodged wall boards and pushed it carefully outward before sliding through it into the dim morning light. She secured the wood back in place by moving a large rock with her boot.
Am I doing the right thing?
The question came out of nowhere.
What if I hurt the horse?
She shook her head. “No.”
The drug was safe for him. It only made him wild for a minute or two, enough time to get the Hunters thinking about accepting her brother’s offer, but not enough to do any permanent damage to the magnificent animal.
Pale Moon would be fine.
Now if only Jessie Callaway would stay away from both males, the horse and Blake.
Racing around the barn structure, the small woman entered the woods to the left of the last long building and sighed out a long breath in relief. A shiny blue truck stood just inside the tree line, with her brother stiff and straight at the driver’s side door.
“I’m not doing this again.”
“Why?” He reached out to grasp her upper arm. “I dearly hope no one saw you.”
“Almost,” she said. “I hope you can get the old cowboy to help you. I’m not doing this again.”
“You’ll do as I say, sister.”
She flinched at his hard words.
“Do you understand?”
“Yes,” pulling her hand from his gripe. “I understand.”
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