Everyone has a story. I have a
story about a neighbor and a shotgun and another neighbor’s dog – and
soon after that, the neighbor with the shotgun tried to get elected to
the town board. Now, that was scary.
I could tell you about other neighbors. Stories that are sad, scary, happy and funny. And family members... My family has STORIES! I won’t tell these stories here for obvious reasons (such as not wanting to be sued and not wanting my relatives to stop talking to me). Instead I’m telling stories of residents of a tiny Wisconsin village in my new Miracle Interrupted series.
Because I love romance in books, that’s what I like to tell. And I love something extra, so there’s a prophecy of a miracle that starts in STARDUST MIRACLE just before a dutiful minister’s wife and cheesemaker’s daughter catches her husband with another woman.
Do you have a story you can share? I’d love to hear it. Two lucky readers who comment on my blog will be randomly selected to win an e-copy of STARDUST MIRACLE.
Here’s an excerpt from STARDUST MIRACLE:
Becky ran across the grass and laughed at her brashness. She wore her tan trench coat – her church coat – over her red negligee. Tonight she felt free. With a sexual appetite and playfulness she hadn’t felt for a long time. She couldn’t swear that what she planned had never happened in the church, people being what they were. But it had never happened in the church before with her and Jim.
Laughter spilled out of her mouth, and she only stopped because she was breathless from an overload of excitement. The need to experience something more with her husband had been building inside her for a long time. Now it was finally boiling over – leaving her lightheaded and unlike her usual self. She liked these feelings. Liked this side of her a lot. When she’d stepped out of the car tonight and looked up at the stars, something happened. Something changed. For so long, she’d been carrying a dark weight around with her.
Going through the days and nights trying to say and do all the right things, when inside something had felt all wrong. She’d lost the joy in her life. Hadn’t been fully living...just going through the motions. At only thirty-six, she’d felt old and dried up. Now she felt young again. Free. Jim wouldn’t know what happened to his proper wife. She reached the church’s back door, using it instead of the front entrance because she didn’t want anyone passing by to see her. Not that there was anything wrong with going to see her husband. But if anyone mentioned her late night visit, her face would probably turn the color of a ripe tomato and give away what they’d done. She slipped the key into the lock but it turned easily.
She stepped inside. Jim must’ve come in this way and forgotten to lock the door behind him. He was always preoccupied with his work and his parishioners. She admired that. She did. But once in a while, she wanted his mind, plus a few body parts, to be on her. And not just when her body temperature was right for conception. She started toward Jim’s office, and her heels clicked on the laminate floor that looked like wood. Laughing under her breath, she stopped and took them off. She wanted to give Jim a surprise he’d never forget. A good surprise. No. A wonderful surprise. His door was closed. Habit, she supposed, since no one was here except him. She heard him speaking. Couldn’t make out the words. Just his voice.
Probably saying lines from the sermon he was preparing. Then his voice stopped, and she imagined him frowning at his computer screen while he wrote the next line. She started to undo the buttons of her coat, then decided it would be sexier to do it inside with him watching. Kind of like a stripper. Stifling a giggle, she turned the handle and flung open the door. “Surprise!”
About Edie Ramer:
Edie is funnier on the page than in real life. A multiple award-winning writer, she writes stories with heart, attitude and magic. She lives in southeastern Wisconsin with her husband, two dogs, and one important cat. She loves hearing from readers.
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