It’s Friday! Here’s the scoop on #CleanWIP Relaxed Fridays.
To crank up this party, let’s visit a WIP of Scott R. Rezer: The Haberdasher’s Wife, expected to be released in the spring of 2020.
Josefa pulled harder on his hand. “I’m thinking there will be a much better gift waiting for me at the end of this hunt as a reward for bringing me out in this frigid cold. Am I right?”
“I guess that depends on your definition of a reward,” he said and sprinted past her as the falling snow began to thicken, laughing. Josefa squealed with delight and ran after him.
There’s no #CleanWIP theme on Fridays, but we still publish a fun author collaboration. Use the hashtag to share INTERESTING teases from a WIP or published work (book links encouraged on Fridays) or something else you believe our readers might love. [https://t.co/iCuPzhtLNK] pic.twitter.com/MR3PzOG9rK— CleanWIP Magazine (@cleanwip) December 20, 2019
Merry Christmas! 🎄Not in the Plans is FREE from today (the 20th) though Monday (the 23rd)! It’s a great last-minute gift for someone who loves a good heartfelt Christmas read–even if that someone is you. 😊 https://t.co/ajwknXv3QK #CleanWIP #freebooks #FlinchFreeFiction— Jessica Marie Holt — Author (@Jessica06311722) December 20, 2019
#Fantasy writers! Join the Fellowship of Fantasy’s hashtag game! Today’s #FantasyFicFriday theme is GIFTS. Share a line from your clean fantasy WIP or published story. Buy links welcome. #amwritingfantasy #amreadingfantasy #ReadFoF pic.twitter.com/uuRc67YgIS— FellowshipofFantasy (@FellowofFantasy) December 20, 2019
#FantasyFicFriday “I helped you, Mama,” he said solemnly.— Katy Huth Jones (@KatyHuthJones) December 20, 2019
“Yes, you did, love. Thank you.” Tears filled Mercy’s eyes. He was only four years old! And yet, Val had spoken to the dragons at the same young age. Could it be her sons had gifts far surpassing hers?#CleanWIP
“Moswen. Do you remember the house of the gods?”— ML Farb (@FarbMl) December 20, 2019
My throat tightened. Should I pretend to remember and know things of myths and legends I’d never heard? No, I’d speak as little as I could and hopefully they didn’t kill me for impersonating divinity. #cleanWIP, #vss365
Gray’s words came back to her with painful sharpness.— D. Art and Kay McKinney (@dartkaymckinney) December 20, 2019
“I think I was born to rescue you.”
She jumped to her feet, her eyes changing to a lighter green, fear filling her voice. “Gray . . . no! GRAY!” #WIP #CleanWIP #amwritingfantasy
CleanWIP Magazine first tweeted October 23, 2019, but not before we had already published a couple *Special Edition* articles, including this gem by Irene Onorato (@IreneOnorato ) about marking the fabric of time. https://t.co/mEqhMFsw4w #amReading #amWriting #Tbt #TBThursday pic.twitter.com/m8Q2LeIpHV— CleanWIP Magazine (@cleanwip) November 14, 2019
We encourage our frequent contributors to let loose on Fridays and share teases and news from both works-in-progress and published books. Here’s some fun from Journey to Forgiveness by Laurean Brooks. (A heartwarming, emotional romance.)
Jenny looked up and met the gaze of the luggage thief she’d encountered in Kankakee.
His cerulean blue eyes danced with mischief as he flashed his pearly, white teeth. “I never did get your name.”
“Get away from me!” she hissed.
He persisted. “Sorry we got off on the wrong foot. Do you think we could start over?”
“Over my dead body!” Jenny glanced toward the Ladies’ room. Where was her aunt when she needed her?
“Now, we wouldn’t want that,” he breathed. “You’re too cute to die.” His eyebrows pulled together. “You don’t really believe I wanted your vanity case, do you?”
His brows arched when she didn’t reply, but he pressed on. “How long will you be in Chicago?”
She glared at him, her heart racing. “None of your business.”
A stout middle-aged man approached the table and the unwelcome guest hovering over her. “Are you ready to go?” the man asked her obnoxious intruder.
“Be right with you,” he replied before turning back to Jenny. “Who knows, sweetie, we could meet again. I’ve heard that good things come in threes.” He winked, then swaggered out the diner door.