ILS

Yes, that’s the name of the book… for now. What does it stand for? Well, if the name sticks, I’ll announce that later on. You see, I’ve changed the name of this book maybe 4 times already and I started writing it five days ago. Yep. Still not sure what it should be called but by the time it’s finished, in 25 days or less, I will know. (#NaNoWriMo2017)

Then… then, I will share.

So, what should you expect from this Rachael Brownell novel?

Well, if you’ve read any of my previous books, you know that I have a tendency to make people cry. There will be a little bit of that. I also have a tendency to kill my characters. I’m not saying that a main character will die, but I’m on chapter six and someone is already dead. (No, it’s not a main character. Not yet.)

I also enjoy giving you a rollercoaster ride… this book has a TON of ups and downs for you to enjoy. How do I know this?

Well, for only the second time in my career, I’ve “outlined” a book. SHOCKER! I know, trust me, I know. The last time I tried to outline I almost killed off my main character halfway through because she was being a bitch and wouldn’t stay on script. Needless to say, since I needed her still, I scrapped the outline. (You’re welcome Bliss.)

This time, the outline is a little rougher, not quite as precise. I’m following more of a timeline of things to happen instead of a chapter by chapter guide. It’s working well. Four days down and I have 11K+ words. I’m happy with that and if I can keep that momentum, I should be able to finish by the end of the month and go back to working on the Rumors Series.

To tide you over, since this book isn’t scheduled to be released until June 2018, here’s a little UNEDITED sneak peak at ILS (or maybe PLS, or GLS).  This is how it all begins…

Green pastures pass in a blur as I make by way down the highway, my heart beating wildly in my chest. I focus on the road ahead, the mountain peeks and my plan.
Get in. Get it done. Get out.
I’m sure my mother will leave me little time for anything else. Five days of pure organized chaos. That’s the way things always are when my mother is involved. It still shocks me that she’s turning fifty years old this weekend and moving at the pace she does. She’s going to have to learn to slow down eventually.
At least that’s what I keep telling myself.
The downside to her slowing down is that she’ll have more time to meddle in my life. I’m putting a stop to that this weekend. I’ve been letting her guilt me into decisions my whole life. Her “suggestions” were to be taken into consideration and when decisions were made, they never really felt like mine. They were always what I thought mother would support. What mother wanted. What mother would agree with.
That ends now.
I’m going to keep telling myself that until I start to believe it.
With only fifteen miles until the edge of town, and thirty miles to my parents ranch, I need to find my confidence soon.
Ding, ding, ding.
Reaching for my phone, I flip it over to see who’s messaging me. Reception out here is sketchy so I’m surprised anything even came through. Nothing.
Ding, ding, ding.
Where the hell is that noise coming from?
Looking down at the dashboard, my question is answered. I’m about to run out of gas. Town is only fifteen miles ahead. I should be able to make it. I’ve only run out of gas once in my life, the only other time I’ve made this drive.
Ten minutes later, as my car shudders to a stop on the side of the road, I curse my dumb luck and beat my hand against the steering wheel.
“Fuck!”
Why? I’m so close. Literally. I’m staring at the “Welcome to Fairview” sign. The gas station is just around the next bend, too far to walk in this heat but close enough that I’m pissed off.
Resting my head against the back of the seat, I close my eyes and try to remember the phone number to the garage. I refuse to call my parents for help, I’m already running two hours late, and I don’t want to see anyone else while I’m in town.
Stepping out of the car, I shake my phone and walk around until I have a faint signal. Dialing quickly, I pray he doesn’t answer. It’s been a long time. I doubt he even works there anymore. I’m sure he’s moved on. There’s no reason for me to think he still works there.
Then again, when you least expect to meet people, that’s when they come into your life.

** The unedited content above is the intellectual property of the author, Rachael Brownell.

As the book is completed and release day grows closer, keep an eye out for updates (included the title) on this project. They will be posted here, on this page.