Welcome to the first ever First Chapter Friday, day for peeking behind the scenes of your favorite authors’ writing process! Each author involved in the blog hop has posted the first chapter of her current work in progress. You also have the chance to win rare prizes: signed and personalized copies of those chapters! Who doesn’t love getting snail mail? Read to the end of this post for all the details. Good luck, and enjoy!
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© 2015 Elizabeth Barone. All Rights Reserved.
The light denim fabric whispered against Savannah’s skin as she knelt to unzip Chloe’s pajamas. She slid a finger between the zipper and the little girl’s skin, careful not to pinch her. In the year since she had started taking care of her boyfriend’s daughter, she had never had any emergencies, but she wasn’t about to start.
“Arms up.” She tickled Chloe’s belly. The four-year-old giggled and her arms shot into the air, begging for Savannah to tickle her armpits. Grinning, Savannah wriggled her fingers into Chloe’s skin. The toddler shrieked with laughter, nearly falling to the floor. Savannah caught her and, in one swift motion, peeled off her pajamas. She sighed, wondering how much longer Chloe would want to wear footed jammies.
A door squeaked on the other side of the apartment. “Daddy’s home,” she told Chloe. “Hurry!” She tugged an undershirt off over Chloe’s head, then helped her step out of the night’s underwear. The floor groaned under Max’s feet as he crossed the apartment. Savannah dressed Chloe in a romper and sweater, then maneuvered her feet into socks and sneakers. The grocery store would be cold inside, their only form air conditioning all summer.
Max eased into Chloe’s bedroom, his messenger bag still slung over his shoulder. Several leftover newspapers poked out of the bag. He brushed hair out of eyes punctuated by dark circles and gave Savannah a nod. “Gonna take a shower.”
“Wait.” She stood, brushing dried soap from her bare legs. She had shaved for the first time in days, specifically so she could wear shorts. Spring in Boston had seesawed between cool rain and warm rain. She was ready for summer. Crossing the room, she stood on tiptoes and pressed a kiss to his lips. “I figured I would drop you off at the studio, and take the car to go get some groceries.” She couldn’t remember the last time she had left the house in the last week.
Even though it would be nice to drive, the Taurus wasn’t the same as her BMW. Selling it had been the only way they could afford the move from Boston to Connecticut.
Max ran a hand through his hair. “This early?” He nodded toward the yellow clock on Chloe’s wall. In complete contrast to her pink and purple bedroom in Connecticut, Chloe had asked for yellow when they moved in. “Don’t you think it’s a little early to be dragging Chloe out?” His voice was rough. He stepped away from Savannah. Continue reading #FirstChapterFriday: A First Look at SAVANNAH’S SONG (+ Win Rare Prizes!)