It is February FIRST, time
for the FIRST Day Blog Tour! (Join our alliance! Click the button!) The FIRST
day of every month we will feature an author and his/her latest book's FIRST
chapter!
and her book:
Sisters, Ink (Scrapbooker's Series #1)
AND NOW...THE FIRST CHAPTER EXCERPT...
"He’s waiting for you." Sympathy shimmered in Anna’s blue eyes. The Orlando sun shining through the window made Anna’s hair glow like a fresh pearl.
Tandy set the violet down on Anna’s desk. "Thanks, Anna. It’s been good knowing you. I wonder if you might coax this little guy back to life?"
Anna raised her eyebrows. "Tandy, how many times do I have to tell you? You’re a danger to plants." She smiled and wagged her finger. "You taking them in isn’t an act of kindness. You leave the greenery to us old chicks."
Tandy laughed. "Yes ma’am." She took another breath. "I guess I should go in now."
Anna sobered. "Guess so."
"Still on cup number three?"
"I just took in cup four. I doubt he’s taken a sip yet, though. He’s slowing
down."
"Thanks for everything, Anna."
"You’re welcome, honey. Take care of yourself. And you call me if you need
anything, hear?"
Tandy nodded, only now realizing that losing her job also meant losing Anna’s
kind wisdom. She blinked hard. Crying at work would not do. She stepped to
Christopher’s door and knocked.
"Come." His deep voice bellowed through the door and Tandy’s pulse kicked up
again. This was it. For the first time ever, Tandy Sinclair was about to be
fired from a job. When she’d moved to Orlando to take this job and declare war
on the city that took her childhood, Tandy never would have guessed she’d
become an actual beach bum.
"Tandy, sit down, sit down." Christopher stood, gesturing to a chair and
patting the telltale stripes of his Ben Silver tie. "Seems we have a little
situation on our hands." The hawks circled one story below his window, the tops
of their feathered backs lit by the sun.
Tandy sat down and nodded.
Christopher’s padded leather chair creaked with his weight. He settled back,
propped his elbows on the arms, and templed his fingers. "Harry tells me he’s
headed for a prison cell."
She nodded again.
"He also tells me that would be your fault."
Another nod. This must be what bobbleheads felt like.
"And he says he’s ready to sue this firm for inadequate representation unless I
do something about it."
She quirked an eyebrow. Score one for Harry.
"I’ve assured Harry that there must be some misunderstanding since you’re one
of the most capable attorneys this firm has seen in quite some time. So,
please, Tandy, explain to me how one of our biggest clients, someone for whom
you serve as lead counsel, suddenly finds himself facing jail."
Read the full chapter here.
