This fall, my Resilience Duet will release. My plan is to release both books within three weeks of one another, so your wait won’t be long. I have to say, I love these characters. I love their interactions with one another and I can’t wait to share them all with you.
Today, I’m working on Resolution (book two) of the duet. There is a clear path with to the end in sight. I am beyond excited to see how this ends. If your wondering, “She doesn’t know how this will end?” let me explain.
For those of you who don’t know me, I’m a hybrid when it comes to plotting/pantsing. (A plotter meticulously plans out each scene as well as the entire story. A pantser is someone who ‘flies by the seat of their pants’ to complete a story. ) I create a loose outline of what I want to happen in the book, but how I get there, comes to me as I write it.
I thought I’d drop a few lines from book one, to get you better acquainted with Sam and Enzo.
Enzo smiles at some unknown thought and I find myself blurting out, “What are you thinking about over there?”
He shakes his head to clear his thought but gives me a sideways glance with a lopsided smile. “I was just thinking about one of the last times I was out this way. My brother Zane bet me I couldn’t beat him to the top of the trail. So of course, we had to race. Even as adults, we’re still competitive. Zane thought I might be getting soft in my old age.” He chuckles aloud as he shakes his head once more. “I still managed to smoke him.” His voice now mischievous.
I look down at the sandals I’m wearing. “Uh, I might not be wearing the right shoes to race to the top.” I give him a questioning look and he immediately brings my mind to ease.
“Oh, I’m not planning on hiking to the top, or a race, Short-Stuff.” There is a wicked gleam in his eye as he continues, “Just maybe getting out and looking around a little.”
Short-Stuff? “I’m five-foot-seven. Since when is that considered short?” I’m never referred to as being vertically challenged. “Not all of us are six-foot-four gargantuan beasts,” I tease in return. “Besides, if I had my running shoes, you just might be on.”
He clears his throat, suddenly looking slightly humbled. “Um, actually I’m six-foot-six, not that it matters. But relax. I’m not here to race you, sweetheart. I just want to relax and enjoy the view.”
He grins once again, and his smile has me losing my thoughts completely. Wait! Six-foot-six?!?!? He’s almost a foot taller than I am. No wonder I feel like a bit of a dwarf around him. But still, I’m by no means considered tiny or short for that matter. I shake my head, trying to regain my thoughts.
“I thought we could kill some time there for a while before dinner at one of my favorite places. You couldn’t believe how much you miss the Pacific Northwest when you’re gone.
© Amanda Shelley 2018
