Now, let’s play tag! If I tagged you, please do the following:
1. Go to page 77 of your current MS
2. Go to line 7
3. Copy down the next 7 lines – sentences or paragraphs – and post them as they’re written. No cheating.
4. Tag 7 authors
5. Let them know
Here is seven paragraphs from page 77, 7 lines down from my new work I’m editing, The Marriage Trap.
Maggie pushed her forward. “Go. Enjoy the pampering and relax.” She watched the girl disappear, confident Marcos would take good care of her and boost her ego. From nowhere, the memory of her mother’s cutting words flashed through her mind. She’d woken up with a pimple on her face and tried madly to cover it up with make-up, but when she went downstairs, her mother was recovering from one of her benders and spotted her.
Face twisted with revulsion, her mother’s taunt slapped her from across the room. “You look disgusting. If you took care of your skin, you wouldn’t have to go through the day with a wart on your nose. Stay home, you’ll only embarrass me.”
She’d fought tears and pretended indifference. Went to school with her head high and filled with rage toward the only woman she wanted to love her unconditionally. Of course, later she realized her mother was desperately jealous of a young daughter and afraid she’d have to compete.
Maggie shook her head. A real mommy dearest moment. At least she’d passed the awkward phase and reveled in her own choices. She’d learned a healthy body was good enough for her, and though she loved to dress in the latest styles, she had no need to be the most attractive female in the room. She wrinkled her nose. Nope, she’d leave that to others.
Maggie studied the line-up of the three models. All bodily perfect. Oiled up. Ready to go. What was she missing?
The underwear was edgy and screamed designer. But if she didn’t do her job, it would look like Calvin Klein and the rest of the pack. Damned if she’d have her work rated second class. Maggie kept at it, pushing limits, working through lunch, and knowing she didn’t have much more time left on the set to wrap without going into overtime. She’d learned early it was a guaranteed way to get blacklisted. Frustrated, she nibbled at her lower lip, pushed her hair back and turned with a foul curse.
And came face to face with her husband.