Monday, December 15, 2014

Broken Promises By Kelly Elliott




Pain.
Hurt.
Regret.

All of these are a
result from broken promises.

Love.
Joy.
Happiness.

All of these are a
result from finding someone’s way.

Love has two paths,
happiness and heartbreak. Sometimes those paths intertwine. Sometimes we choose
the wrong path. And sometimes we’re given the second chance to pick the right
path. 

Which path will
Walker and Taylor go down? Only time will tell…

 ** Can be read as a standalone**

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Kelly Elliott is married to a wonderful Texas cowboy who has
a knack for making her laugh almost daily and supports her crazy ideas and
dreams for some unknown reason...he claims it's because he loves her!
She’s also a mom to an amazing daughter who is constantly
asking for something to eat while her fingers move like mad on her cell phone
sending out what is sure to be another very important text message.
In her spare time she loves to sit in her small corner
overlooking the Texas hill country and write.


One of her favorite things to do is go for hikes around her
property with Gus....her chocolate lab and the other man in her life, and Rose,
her golden retriever. When Kelly is not outside helping the hubby haul brush,
move rocks or whatever fun chore he has in store for her that day, you’ll find
her inside reading, writing or watching HGTV.


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Book Excerpt 1:

Cara—a mystery to me, at best—had just sauntered through the shutter doors. She gave Sierra and Frenchy a head nod. I guessed that was going around this season. Bold island colors were back, and so was the head nod. She walked over to the bar with a slight twitch in her hips. The guys surely liked it. I caught a few eyeing her as she walked by. I caught myself watching people at times. I was beginning to think that how people moved, rather than what they said, told you what they were really about. For a while now, I’d been finding it hard to believe what people said. My father used to say a lot of things that now didn’t mean anything. I didn’t even think he remembered. Maybe Dimitri was right. Maybe I shouldn’t remember so much. Part of why Sierra and Frenchy were my 24/7 was because they were the only two I could trust. Cara? Hmm. I didn’t have an instinct on her yet. The channel was blocked. And her walk was questionable.
            Tattoos were always of interest to me. I watched as Cara walked over to the twins. Her star tattoo on her back peaked through her shirt. “Where’s Milan?” Cara asked the twins.
“Somewhere around here. What, you don’t want to hang out with us?” Sierra asked. Frenchy’s eyes searched Cara’s. Then she looked away.
“Want to locate Milan? Why don’t you start with her brother over there?” Frenchy pointed to Dimitri.
            Clearly, they were annoyed with her. They wouldn’t sic Dimitri on her unless they wanted to best her. Cara’s eyes lit up. I was starting to feel a little bad. Hopefully she hadn’t fallen for the earring and the smile. I thought about walking up to her, but my gut told me to hold on.
“Brother. Try him, I might,” Cara said.
“I thought you were the girl who had the deal on everything,” Sierra said.
“Maybe I do. Maybe I don’t,” Cara said.
“He’s really friendly,” Frenchy said.
“Wow! I wasn’t thinking of that exact adjective,” Sierra said, nudging Frenchy.
I walked slowly through the crowd. I felt a tug on my arm. I turned around. A young boy had grabbed hold of my wrist. “Can I buy you a coffee or something? You’re probably healthy. Too beautiful to be a coffee head. I mean … if you like coffee. Uh … it doesn’t mean you’re a coffee head,” he said. I laughed. He was very cute—just a little young. He had light brown eyes, long, curly hair, and a nice smile. He was five-foot-10, maybe.
            In my mind, there was him and there was Noel.
“I’m Andrew. What’s your name?” he said.
“I’m Milan,” I said.
“What are you doing around here?” he asked.
“First weekend out, right?”
“Oh. I’ve been out since last week. I was here. It wasn’t as packed. You know,” he said.
“Thanks for asking … about the coffee. I just have to get over to my girls. Maybe I’ll see you around, Andrew,” I said. 





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