Wednesday, July 8, 2015

WIP it up Wednesday

Hello Wipsters!

It has been a while since I last posted! I do currently have two WIPs, both are still very rough and raw.

The first I'd like to share with you is the one I have sent to blushing, and am waiting for a word back. I'll let you know how that goes.

Savi entered back into the dining room with a piece of peach cobbler in a bowl for Eric.

“Careful, it’s hot,” she warned as she dropped his bowl onto the table. “Wouldn’t want you to burn yourself,” she uttered sarcastically.

Seeming oblivious to his wife's hostility Eric praised Savi’s hard work. “Wow, Savi this is amazing. Where did you get it from?”

“Eric Matthews, do you have any faith in your wife? I made that dessert along with the meal you just devoured. I worked long and hard to make you a nice dinner and you dare to ask me where I got it from?”

Savi stormed from the table, she wasn’t sure whether she was angry that Eric was questioning her or if she was angry with herself for the continued deception of her husband. The last thing she wanted to do was to lie to Eric, but at this time it seemed as though it was the easiest thing for her to do. Her white lies weren’t hurting anyone, Eric was coming home to a clean home, Savi had the time to learn to cook which were both a win win for Eric.

“Savannah come back here, ” Eric hollered after Savi.

His words stopped her right in her tracks. She took a breather in the hallway and attempted to clear her mind.

Savi, you need to cool your jets. Go back in there and enjoy him, enjoy your time together. He is your husband, not your enemy.

After a few moments of silence, Savi felt Eric wrap his arms around her waist. “I didn’t mean to upset you baby, I’m sorry” Eric whispered into her ear. He grabbed her by the hand and pulled her into the living room and onto his lap as he sat down on the couch.

Savi curled up onto his lap and buried her head into his chest, secretly tears fell from her eyes. The guilt was eating her inside, she felt as though there was no way out of this, her lies were spiraling out of control and there was now looking back now.

Eric pulled her in closer to him and plucked the pins out of Savi’s hair, letting her gorgeous locks fall free.

“I never meant to upset you”

Savi lifted her head and looked into her husband’s emerald eyes and gave him a big smile, grabbed his face and placed her plump lips upon his.  “I know, I just get overwhelmed sometimes. All of this is so new to me, I don’t know where or when to start or stop.”

“I know baby, I know.”

As she sat in his lap, she thought of ways to tell Eric the truth. But as each idea went through her head, she immediately dismissed it. The last thing she wanted was to be punished, and if she told Eric what she had been up to that is exactly what would happen.

and now on to the next WIP, this one is just a very small snippet as I am still working hard on this one.

Emmalyn was angry with herself that she wasn’t there in Charles’ time of need, she was angry that she was with Grant and his family instead of taking care of her own. The guilt that Emmalyn felt had begun to take a toll on her. She spent less time in the community now than she did when Charles was still alive. Church was her only outing, and there she felt as though all eyes were on her. She questioned whether the stares were pity or condemnation, she knew the talk around town.

Most days were spent laying down on her broken couch fanning herself, as she tried to stay out of the sweltering heat. She would catch up on the town gossip when Carla came to check on her. Emmalyn knew Carla wasn’t making sure she was okay, Carla was there to fulfill her needs, she needed to see what Emmalyn was up to so she could go and gossip about the town’s newest and youngest widow.

In the past Emmalyn was always a sight to be seen, dressed up in her shirtwaist dresses and high heel shoes, makeup done to perfection and not one hair out of place. But not now, Emmalyn would stay in her housecoat most of the time, if she were to dress she’d throw on some pants, an old flannel shirt, tying it in the front and then pull her hair up, adding a bandana to keep her hair from falling in her face. Charles was gone, dead, she had no one to care what she looked like, so why should she?

I hope you have enjoyed it!


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  1. Both those excerpts sounds great :) The first one is the sequel to Taming the Preachers Daughter, right? I can't wait until it comes out!

    1. It is the sequel, lets just hope blushing approves it! I really appreciate all the support and encouraging words.

  2. Another great snippet!! Welcome back too! I can't wait to read your next two WIPs!!

  3. Welcome back, Danielle. Both snippets were great ☺.
    The first one really has me curious about what she's holding back.
    More please!

    1. She can be a little sneaky Melody, I wonder what Eric will do about that ;)