It’s Friday, woo! I need Friday. I crave it. I ache for it and it permeates every fiber of my being. And in about 12 hours I’ll be able to enjoy it. Okay, maybe only 11 at this point.

And I was super-duper pleased to see yesterday that there was a blogfest today. This will save you all from my venom filled post about what makes a writer a writer, and allow me to share a brief snippet of my story ^_^

The concept here is kind of simple, but really cool, IMHO. Supposedly, page 99 in a manuscript can tell you a lot about the pace of a book. So below is my page 99, and if you’re not already familiar with today’s activity, you can follow the link above to get to everyone else’s. Here are the three things that you’re supposed to think about:

  1. Would you turn to page 100?
  2. Why or why not?
  3. Based on what you read, how likely would you buy the book?

I won’t give any background because then the questions above become less valid. Basically, if you picked up any book in the bookstore and flipped to page 99, would it compell you to read more/buy the book and why or why not?

(I was nervous about this, btw, because last time I tried it my page 99 fell flat. It just so happens today that my page 99 is one of my favorite scenes from my most recent revision)

Uriel’s Fall Exerpt

Ronnie felt Conner’s emotions shift in an instant. The tension of being around her vanished, most of his attention focusing on the new arrival. Most, but not all.

“Hey, Lexi.” He leaned back further. “This is Ronnie. She’s the boss’s little sister.”

Lexi looked her over with mild curiosity and disbelief. “She doesn’t look anything like him. That’s lucky.”

He sighed. “I didn’t mean Tony.”

Lexi paused for a minute, thinking. “Oh. OH! Ha!” She smirked. “I knew he was lying about being Lucifer The devil doesn’t have relatives.”

Ronnie giggled at the reaction, realizing Lexi probably had no idea she was the archangel’s daughter. She still had questions, though. She tried to get Conner’s attention again. “Tell me what you mean.”

“I’m sorry, cute stuff, but he has to get back to work.” Lexi stood, tugging Conner to his feet. “But I’ll tell you whatever you want to hear if you spring for a bottle of champagne.”

Ronnie started to reach for her purse, wondering how much that would cost her and how much this woman did or didn’t know. That’s not what she meant.

“Lex, don’t.” Conner’s command was forceful, but the feeling behind it was half-hearted.

“Come on.” Lexi trailed a finger down his arm. “You know you’d give your right nut to see that.”

He smirked. “Without question. But that’s not my point.” He placed a hand on Ronnie’s arm, gaze focused on her. “Ask Loki about the name. Don’t tell him what I told you about the mark, though.”

Okay. “Okay.” She repeated the voice’s agreement, too confused to argue.

Conner looked up, gaze locking on something behind her. “Speak of the devil.”