I was so happy to learn over the weekend that my unpublished manuscript, True Horizon, is a finalist for the Pages From the Heart Contest.
If that wasn’t exciting enough, the hero of the story, Heath Carter, is a Hero Of Our Heart finalist!
True Horizon is a very special story to me, and Heath is one of my the favorite heros. His story was inspired by the many stories of our country’s veterans who are trying to rebuild their lives while combating PTSD.
Heath’s story is a reflection of the service men and women who have given so much to our country. They deserve our unconditional love and support.
In honor of True Horizon’s finalist status, here is a brief excerpt from one of my favorite scenes of the story:
“Seriously though,” Heath said. ‘Thanks again for last night. The events are somewhat hazy, but I do know that I’d still be wandering the countryside if it wasn’t for your persistence.”
“You can make it up to me,” Grace said with an innocent smile. The spark in her eyes told a different story.
“Is that so?” A slow smile emerged as he crossed his arms. “Name it.”
“Do you know how to ride? A horses, that is.”
“That’s a negative, ma’am.”
“Well, I guess it’s time you learn. The ranch is fun to explore on horseback.”
“As grateful as I am that you sprung me from jail, I’m not interested in death by horse. Is there anything else I can do? Wash your car? Paint your nails? I’m building your wedding gazebo don’t forget,” he said, starting to panic. The thought of riding on top of one of those huge beast made the nausea revisit in full force.
“You were in the Army, right?”
He nodded his head, afraid of where this line of questioning was heading.
“You jumped out of planes? Fast roped out of helicopters? Were shot at?”
“But you’re afraid of riding a sweet, tame horse?” Grace couldn’t hide the smirk forming on her face.
“I didn’t say I was afraid,” he defended, then realized that assertion was tad amount to surrender.
“Great! I’ll go change and meet you in the stables.” She smiled victoriously and took off towards the house, her spry legs moving quickly across the lawn. He forced his eyes to look away from her and walked to the stables. “I survived multiple tours in a war zone only to be ensnared by a bewitching siren and lured to my death on horseback,” he muttered to himself.
“Ain’t that the way it goes,” Bruce said as he exited the stable and gave him a hearty pat on the back. “If you’re lucky, she won’t let you escape her net.”
Good Luck Heath!