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I have several new books in the works!! My main goal is finishing Callie and Ben's story. I am about 30,000 words in and love writing their story. Would you like a sneak peek of their story?
Here are a few paragraphs from page one of Beautifully ???
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Excerpt from Beautifully WIP By Trisha Madley
(Callie - Age 17)
There’s that no-good son-of-a-bitch. He thinks he can walk away from me after that! Tammy Jenkins of all the lousy girls to pick for tonight's…festivities. He told me, “Baby, you’re my girl. I want to see you in that sexy prom dress just so I can take it off.” Now the no-good scoundrel is steaming up his Dodge pickup truck’s window and rocking the whole damn thing.
Why on earth would he pick my best friend, no strike that ex-best friend to fool around with?
“Think Callie Rae, what would Grandma Jean do in this situation?” I ask of no-one else in the cab of my F-150. I could call her, but then she’d know my prom date left me to go screw the pooch. I’m a big girl, I can figure this out.
I sit for a few seconds, and the brilliant idea pops into my head, like a ray of sunshine peeking out from behind a tree. I lower my hand, till it meets the baseball bat under the bench of my seat. Sweet justice. Opening the door, I let myself out and casually meander on over to the lifted red piece of shit truck holding the very bane of my existence.
It’s showtime and I’ll start with a tail light. I lift the wooden bat that I’ve used many times as a child. Like the time, Jake, my brother, and his best friend, Ben, tried to play a joke on me. They told me that the bat would only hit baseballs and not softballs. Well, I’m about to crack up this truck with my non-softball baseball bat.
I step up to the truck, aim at the bright red light, Crack. Damn, that felt good. I rear back and take a second to decide where the next shot might be when the big oaf jumps out from the cab. His pants aren’t even zipped, his belt is dangling down. Jeez.