Here is a bit of a sample from my newest book, The Home Fire.
A pair of almond shaped, hazel eyes squinted past her shaggy, corn silk bangs into the pouring rain. Letting out a deep sigh, the young woman let the flap fall back down into place. She was shivering and inwardly cursing the unnaturally cold September weather. The rain had hardly let up the last three days, and even when it did, it was replaced by the howling wind. All the wood was soaked, so there was no hope of a fire. And now, the rain had saturated the heavy canvas tent and water was starting to drip down into the only shelter.
The blond plopped down onto the pine boughs, beside a petite, teenaged brunette and rubbed her cold fingers together.
The teenager looked up at her with eager blue eyes. “Does it look like the rain will stop soon, Kidd?” she asked hopefully.
“No, Dan. I don’t think so.”
Dan’s shoulders slumped and a tear fell from her eye, onto the face of the sleeping toddler she held in her arms.
Kidd looked down at little, three year old Shey who coughed in his sleep now and again. “He needs medicine.” Kidd said absentmindedly as she brushed Shey’s dark hair back off his forehead.