Wednesday, July 16, 2014

Blog Hop Challenge: Bella's Point by Elizabeth Seckman



To celebrate the release of Elizabeth Seckman's new book, Bella's Point, I'm participating in her blog hop challenge. The instructions were: write 'something readers want to read' (anything—no restrictions, no word limit), using the prompt provided, and hope it pleases the judges.

Want to join the challenge to win cash, prizes, and bragging rights? The linky is open to accept new participants all the way up until the 31st!  Sign up here!

Well, here goes. This short piece was written hurriedly, with minimal research, and is unedited.  It's also a tad gritty. You've been warned!



The prompt: The year is 1865...


Laurel

The War is over, and Lincoln is dead. So are my parents, my sister... even our cow. I’m the only living thing left on this piece of land that has belonged to a Montgomery for more than eighty years. I’ll probably die, too, just more slowly. But not with any less pain.

A bullet would be preferable to starving, to burying my family and knowing I'm a coward.

I was down at the creek when the band of Union rogues came. I heard their raucous laughter above the screams of my mother and sister as they begged for life... then begged for death. I flinched when they shot my father. I also flinched at the next two shots and gagged because they didn’t come sooner.

My family.

Like a fool, I hadn’t brought my gun. I couldn’t do a single thing to help them. All I could do was hide. And cry.

When smoke filled the sky the next day, I'd wished with all my heart that the rogues had found me, too. The fields were burned. The house was gutted. My beau had been killed in battle. My life was over anyway.

I dragged myself from my room—the only part of our home with its walls still intact—and trudged toward what was left of our garden. The Yanks had raped that, too; but maybe, in their haughty haste, they’d left me something.  

I knelt in my tattered, soot-stained skirt and clawed at the ground above the row that held the potatoes. It might only yield a few meals, but a few was more than none.

Sweat trickled down my back and coated my brow as I scraped the wilted, broken vines aside and curled my fingers into the earth. “You didn’t get it all, you heartless heathens,” I muttered as I stacked the dusty lumps into a small-but-growing pile.

The cool shadow of a man slithered its way onto the dirt until it completely surrounded me. Instead of tingling with fear, my limbs went numb with resignation. Maybe this was for the best. Maybe, if I made him angry enough, he would skip the folly, kill me quick.

“Beg your pardon, Miss.” The soft southern drawl wrapped around me and warmed a path through my veins like fine bourbon.

Reb didn’t guarantee honor, but it was a start.

I blotted the sweat from my forehead and twisted my upper body around. The man had whiskey eyes to go with his 80-proof voice. Kind eyes. 

He stood with a sack thrown over one shoulder. The position tilted his hips and made his muscles bulge. Under days-old stubble, dusty clothes, and rolled-up sleeves, he had a tanned, hard body that would tempt a preacher’s wife to sin.

If anything could make me forget...

He looked around. His sculpted lips pressed into a firm line as he eyed the devastation. I felt the same, but I rued the loss of the slight curve that had hinted at a smile.

“You’ve got yourself a mess,” he said, turning those striking eyes on me again.

His comment brought me back to my senses. “What do you want?” They all wanted something.

His brows rose at my tone. “Well, I could use a meal and a place to rest for the night.”

“Sorry,” I said, turning back to my garden. “I can’t help you.” I knew better than to turn my back on a stranger, but I was defenseless either way, so what did it matter?

His silent shadow stayed put. 

Footsteps approached and I finally stiffened.

“Maybe this will change your mind.”

Barely able to breathe, I turned my head. A dead rabbit dangled from his grasp.

My mouth watered.

He squatted down, his lips forming that almost-smile again. “Look. You need help, I need rest, and we both could use a good meal. How about it, Miss...”

“Montgomery,” I supplied with a oddly fragile voice. “Laurel Montgomery.”

He smiled.

Maybe there was hope after all.




Isabella Troy Stanley is a divorced, slave freeing pariah surviving in the shattered post Civil War south the only way a fallen debutante knows how.  

She heads to a Yankee prison and buys herself a husband. 

Jack Byron is the former Troy plantation stable boy and object of young Bella's affection. He rejected her then, and he's still not sold on the idea of marrying her now.  

It’s complicated.

Though to Bella, it’s simple: make Jack love her, marry her, and live happily ever after. The plan seems to work...at least until her secret is revealed.


Elizabeth is a wife, a mom, and a writer. She has four wonderful boys, one dusty house, and three published books to her credit. Feel free to check them out and buy them HERE! Erm, the books, not the kids or the house...though all things in life are negotiable ;)

You can find her here:  
Blog // Facebook // Twitter

Cover art by Sprinkles on Top Studios.


23 comments:

  1. Wow, Melissa - that's the beginning of a potentially great story. Keep writing it.

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  2. I'm with Alex - keep writing that story!!! It was totally engaging and fascinating; if this is a rough draft, the end product is going to be amazing.

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  3. Woot woot! I'm so glad you decided to participate. It turned out excellent!

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  4. Alex and Liz are correct: keep the story going. The civil war is a fascinating time about which to write. :-)

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  5. Be still my beating heart! I am in love.

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  6. Dang, Melissa. I'm not a reader of romance, but maybe I should be. When you got to the part of Reb's appearance, you really flowed with the imagery. Loved the whiskey voice and 80 proof eyes. Very well done. I think you should file this under WIP. :)

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  7. Y'all are sweet, but, gah! I had to do a fair amount of research just to write this tiny piece. Do you know how many hours I'd have to devote, to write an entire novel?!
    *faints*

    LOL

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  8. Melissa, that was AWESOME. Way to go. Now I'm too intimidated by your beautiful entry to hop along...or maybe I'm just too insane time-wise, but wow.

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  9. Wow. I definitely want to read more of what you write. It was so emotional.

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  10. You really turned it around from despair to hope in a way that made me unable to stop reading. I need more! And I can't believe it was unedited. :)

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  11. Hey Melissa,

    Oops and arggghhhh!!! a blog hop challenge. Somebody make them STOP! :)

    What a superbly written story, Melissa. I remember 1865 like it was 149 years ago.

    Yay to Elizabeth and your lovely self.

    Gary :)

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  12. Yes, definitely consider continuing this story! Very engaging but I understand the research aspect being overwhelming for an entire novel. And don't faint, lol.

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  13. Cool story! Great idea for a blog hop, too :)

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  14. I want to read more! It's fantastic!! What happens? Do post more!! :)

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  15. Awesome job! I'm doing non-fiction for mine because I think it's best to leave historical fiction to those of you who are good at it!

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  16. OMG! For a hurried piece, this is excellent writing. Golly good golly, that's jolly good!!

    I'll definitely have to read your debut novel, now that I know that's the kind of writing to expect.

    I've been so swamped with my upcoming debut, I haven't had time to read other authors I want to read. And I am so sick of reading my own work for the gazillionth time during the editing process that I truly want to puke. Ugh!

    Yes, this is a great start to another novel for you, Melissa. You should definitely consider it your next WIP.

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  17. This was hurried? Wow. Loved it. Made me feel all warm inside :)

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  18. Hurried and gritty, this?!?! Goodness! It's awesome and I was sad when it ended. I wanted to read more. I agree that you should continue with this!

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  19. Elizabeth's heroine sounds like a great character! Can't wait to find out what happens.

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  20. yay for a happy ending to a tragic, hopeless beginning! and bonus points for a mouth watering descritption of the guy! hoo-wee!

    yay for Liz too!

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  21. So your story was written quickly, with no editing? Arg! I wish my first draft (or tenth) read that well. Nice story.

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