I love starting a new project!
Right now, I have three new projects that I’ve started and I want to share them with you. The first one is a quilt that I’m making for a special little girl. I have more of it done, but I can’t give it away until I give it to her!
Another project I’m working on is a knitting project. This is going to be a gift for someone, so shhhh, I don’t want to give away what this one is either! I’m using yarn and a kit from my favorite new website, We are Knitters. They have this amazing Peruvian yarn that is so soft and warm. Two weeks ago, my hubby was in the hospital and I brought the project with me. I got it almost complete and it’s turning out beautifully. Here’s a peek of it when I first started working on it!
And finally, my most favorite project is the continuation of my Keeper series. I love how when I write, the characters tell me their story. I think part of it is I’ve lived with these characters for years now and know them so well. But as their stories unfold, I find myself surprised sometime with the direction or twist that they come up with. One big surprise in my last book, The Hollow, was Boon! He just appeared as Sam was walking down the mountain. He ended up being pivotal in the story. I shared a different section on my Facebook page. So, here’s the prologue. Feel free to leave me a comment and let me know what you think! And please like me on Facebook too. https://www.facebook.com/ladeanwarnerauthor/
“Arlene, Arlene! Get my shotgun and get out here!” Steve Jenkins yelled as he ran into the yard scattered chicken. Arlene moved the curtain to the side as she looked out the kitchen window. Her oldest daughter ran passed her and out the door.
“What’s wrong, Dad?” Arlene heard Sue asked as she ran toward the living room to get the gun from the front hall closet. She heard the frantic voice but couldn’t make out the words.
“Mom, what’s going on?” her younger daughter asked.
“I don’t know,” Arlene replied running back toward the kitchen with her husband’s gun. The younger girl followed her mother out the back door.
“It’s right over there. Don’t you see?” Steve asked pointing to the backfield. Arlene squinted to see the dark figure her husband was pointing at. She could hear the frantic naying of the stallion in the corral near the barn.
“Steve, what is it?” Arlene asked in a nervous whisper.
“Wolves,” he replied as he reached to take his shotgun. A dark shadow moved near them behind the garage made Arlene gasp. “What? What did you see?”
“Over there,” she pointed toward the garage which was only a few feet from them.
Steve lifted his shotgun to his shoulder. The scream from his youngest daughter made the shot go high into the pine trees lining the garage. The dark shadow near them turned. Arlene froze as the creature turned toward them, growling. In the growing dusk, its eyes glowed red.
“Run,” Steve said pushing his daughter behind him. “Get in the house, now!”
But Arlene stood frozen as the dark creature began to slowly creep toward her. A howl ripped through the air and she turned toward the sound. Dark shadows came running across the pasture toward them, their eyes glowing, the returning howls bounced off the mountains surrounding their farmland. Steve physically pushed his wife toward the kitchen door, screaming at his daughter to run. Arlene finally began to move terrified as she stumbled and almost fell. Steve pushed her hard into the kitchen and slammed the door behind them.
Arlene stood gasping for air as her younger daughter wrapped her arms around her waist. Steve opened the kitchen window and wildly sent gunfire ripping through the quiet country night.