“Darn, it’s getting cold.” Jordan shivered and zipped her sweatshirt. She hated storms, hated thunder and lightning most of all. Grabbing at some papers that flew across the deck as the wind picked up, a movement caught the corner of her eye. Something washed up on the shore. Something big. A body?
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Saw your post on Novelsisterhood and popped over, so glad I did! Great six lines, and I just love your cover!
Thanks Debora. The cover artist is great. Pop over to Muse and have a look at all the covers and artists. Join the reader's group, http://ca.groups.yahoo.com/group/MusePub_Readers/ for some great convesation and first hand contests etc. It's a fun place.
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