Excerpt "From This Day"

Just an update on From This Day, the story of Katie from Bluebell Road. I am looking tentatively at a May 15 release date. (Random pic of a book, below.)

Here's an excerpt from early on the book:

“YOU WILL JOIN us?” James said forty-five minutes later as Katie set the bag on the desk.

He was leaning against the window, his back to the very uninspiring part of London the office overlooked. 

“Yes, join us,” Danny said belatedly, although he didn’t look terribly happy.

James gave her an encouraging nod.

She said, “I left mine on my desk.”

“Then bring it in.” Danny reached over to study the containers.

“Do it for your boss,” James said, gesturing to Danny. “He’s beginning to lose his mind.”

“Lost it when I said, ‘I Do’,” Danny muttered. “Never get married, Katie. Never, ever, ever.”

James rolled his eyes and she said, “Okay, I’ll get my lunch.”

She stepped outside where Camille was back at her desk. She looked up and demanded, “What’s the atmosphere like? What are they doing?”

“They’re going to have lunch.” The container was on her desk. It smelt good and her stomach rumbled. “They’ve invited me to join them.”

Camille’s eyebrows rose. “Really? And you’re heading into that particular lion’s den? How’s Danny doing?”

“He’s in that ‘never get married’ zone. I think his lawyer’s earning his keep.”

“Speaking of which.” Camile beckoned to the office door. “Any indication about you-know-what?”

“No. Not a thing.” Katie bit down on her bottom lip. “I can’t figure it out. It’s like he never heard me say that. He’s just not mentioning it, in either a teasing or suggestive way. I can’t make it out. What do I do? Just go on as if nothing happened?”

Camille mulled it over. “Maybe. It’s possible he went somewhere else afterwards and got plastered and he legitimately does not remember a thing.”

“Really?” Katie looked at her disbelievingly.

Camille shrugged. “It’s possible.”

“Anything is indeed possible,” Katie murmured, beginning to like the idea. She had no idea if he was a heavy drinker or not, although she got the impression this thing with Danny was going to drive him to it if he wasn’t already. She said, “I better go and join them.”

“Or,” Camille said, “do you mean, you want to go and join them?”

Katie gate her a withering look and Camille waved at Danny’s door with a grin. “Go. Give me the goss. Ask some leading questions to see if he does remember.”

“Or I could just straight out ask if he heard me.”

Camille’s eyes widened. “Gutsy. You go, Katie.”

“Don’t get excited. I’m not asking anything.” She picked up the warm container and remarked, as she prepared herself to enter the lion’s den, “You know me. I’d prefer to bury my head in the sand and torment myself until it hopefully blows over.” ((End)