Coming Home is with my editor! I've agonised over a couple of details that have yet to be worked out, but things are coming together. :D
Anyway, I thought it was about time I shared another excerpt given that the book is one month away! I've shared teasers so far, but not much of the actual book. So, here's an unedited excerpt (still subject to change). This is a scene I'm kind of in love with.
A group of boys catch my attention as they run toward me. Their target is obvious, a small dark-haired boy whose leaner and faster than anything of them. And yet they keep chasing.
He looks back over his shoulder as he runs, and I stay watching until he slams into me. His lithe frame doesn’t make a dent, and I look down. Big blue eyes look back at me, not quite hidden by the dark mop of hair covering the boy’s head.
“Hi,” I say.
The boy keeps staring at me. At the sound of footsteps, I shift my gaze back over his head to the larger boys closing in on their target. They slow down as they take me in.
“Lucky,” one of them says.
They walk past, giving the boy filthy looks. One even has the nerve to spit at his feet and I give him a dirty look in return, taking in every detail I can.
When they’re gone, I kneel in front of the boy. Still silent, still staring.
“Max! I thought I’d never catch up. Those damn kids. Please don’t run, let me deal with them.” A female voice comes from the same direction the boy has run from. The school’s that way, I’m picking they’ve chased him from there.
She draws level. “Thank you. Thank you so much. They bully him all the time, and he just ran, and I couldn’t stop him.” The words tumble from her, and her tone suggests stress and agitation.
I stand, finding myself looking into the same blue eyes the kid has. My heart stops. These are the same blue eyes I once fell in love with.
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