Wednesday, May 21, 2014

Snippet of The Hunt for Snow

Just wanted to give you all a quick snippet of my new work, The Hunt for Snow. I LOVE Twisted Fairytales and I'm so excited to  finally get to write my own. The story revolves mostly around Snow, but Robin Hood is one of the secondary characters and so far, he's turning out to be quite interesting. I'm not sure exactly what's going to happen with this novel yet. I've had some interest, but if that doesn't pan out, I hope to self-publish this sometime in late summer, early fall of this year. 

Of course, this is from the first draft, so any and all mistakes are my own.

Robin’s eyes drifted away from Belle and met mine. I cleared my throat and grinned. “Well, now. That’s unexpected.”
Robin had the grace to blush, but quickly schooled his face into the normal smooth arrogance I was used to. “You know I can’t resist a pretty face,” he said, but I noticed his eyes following Belle as she dragged her suitcase down the lobby and towards the elevators.
“She’s more than just a pretty face.” I bumped his shoulder. “And I’m pretty sure you already know that.”
He watched Belle until the doors closed behind her.
He startled. “Aye, Snow. I’m aware. If you mention this to anyone, I’ll shave the rest of that pretty black hair off while you’re sleeping”
“You wouldn’t dare,” I said goodnaturedly.
He gave me a wicked grin. “Wouldn’t I?”
I mimed a zipper against my lips. “It won’t come from me. Just make sure no one else sees you giving her the Basset hound eyes, okay?”
“You’ve always been too perceptive for your own good, lass.” He stood and held an outstretched hand to me. “Let me help you up to your room.”
I grinned and looked at my suitcase. “I’m sure I don’t need the help.” I knew exactly the reason he was being so solicitous and it had to do with a certain computer programmer who couldn’t remember to brush her hair about 80 percent of the time.
Mossy green eyes met mine. “Hand over the suitcase, woman,” he growled. “Before I beat you with it.”
I handed it over without a word and motioned for him to follow me to the elevators. “Lead on, Lover Boy.”
Robin swung my suitcase around and cursed under his breath. “Say one word, Snow, and my arrow will ring true.”
I chuckled. “Yeah, yeah. I think you and Belle are a match made in Heaven. Or Hell. Both of you are ridiculous.”
Robin said nothing, and we made our way up to our room without further teasing or incident. I slid the keycard in and opened the door yelling out, “Everyone decent?”
Cindi poked her head around from the living area. “Depends. Who’s here?” Her face lit up when she saw Robin. She flung herself into his arms and hugged him fiercely. “It’s been years!” She grabbed his face and stepped back to study him. “My my, you’re still a handsome devil, aren’t you?” She turned and bent back towards the living room. “Belle! Come say hello to Robin!”
At Robin’s stricken look, I choked on a laugh. He probably just wanted to get a glimpse of a pillow fight or something.
“I’m busy!” There was no mistaken the crabbiness in her tone. Belle wanted nothing to do with Robin of Locksley. Curious indeed.
Cyndi looked taken aback. “Dang,” she mumbled. “Must be her lady time.”
The blush crept up Robin’s neck, and I bit my lip to keep from laughing out loud. “And on that note,” he said, “I must depart.” He turned to me and bowed slightly. “Your luggage, madam.”
I rolled my eyes as I stood on my tiptoes to kiss his cheek. “She’ll come around,” I whispered.
His mouth tightened. “I’m not so sure of that,” he said. With a smile that didn’t reach his eyes, he left Cyndi and me staring at him as he left the room.