I'm sharing short excerpts on my Facebook Author Page this week, and will reveal the cover on Sunday. Hope you'll stop back by!
Here's a short excerpt:
Her father pushed the notepad toward her. She took his hand again, and read the note. Do you need money? Tears blurred her vision before she could finish. Her dad would give her all that he had, she knew that. Trouble was, he didn’t have all that much. After Dana’s mother and sister had died six years ago, her father had let the farm go. He was a good farmer, but he’d lost his focus and energy. The accident and then a couple of rough patches when the weather hadn’t cooperated had done him in. When the stroke left him disabled, the farm had already been mortgaged.
So far, they’d managed to hold onto the land, but someone else was farming it. Their share of the farming proceeds was strictly earmarked for his care. Dana refused to touch any of it. It cost a lot of money to stay at the manor, and he’d been there less than two years. What if he were there for another ten? Or more? She couldn’t bear the thought of lowering costs by lowering his quality of life or care.
Dana shook her head. “No, Daddy. I don’t need any money.” But as soon as the words left her mouth, her lips trembled. It was a lie, and she knew he’d see right through it. When didn’t she need money? Two words from Kent Donovan echoed in her head. Not enough. Not enough. Before she could stop them, tears rolled down her cheeks, and her shoulders shook.
She turned, but her father’s good arm shot out and stopped her, pulling her toward him. Her eyes met his, and like a little girl, Dana crumpled onto the oversized chair and cried against her father’s shoulder, releasing the frustration and exhaustion of the past three days. So much loss.