Cutting Room Floor

Its that time of the week again! Cutting room floor. This is the time I invite authors to post those darlings that didn’t make it into their wips but for whatever reason they’re unable (unwilling?) to delete those words entirely. I have to admit, I have pages and pages of cut scenes and lines that I simply can’t part with (Her Dark Knight has 85 pages alone!)

So here’s mine from The Notorious Lady Jane, my pirate historical (not sold yet):

He turned away from the window and limped toward the library where Isabelle and Morgan had been sequestered all morning since the rain kept everyone from the ships’ repairs.

Her voice drove him forward. The soft murmur that haunted his dreams in the middle of the night propelled him toward her. He couldn’t understand the words but it didn’t matter. Her voice alone was enough.

Pausing at the closed door, he pressed his hand to it. By opening the door and stepping in he would turn his back on everything he knew, everything he was, everything he’d hoped to be. He couldn’t fool himself into believing otherwise. Was it worth it? Could he do it?

He closed his eyes, so tempted to turn around. The lure of walking out of the house and never looking back was potent, but not overwhelming. He was being lured to the dark side and was powerless to stop it.




6 thoughts on “Cutting Room Floor

  1. Love this idea, Sharon! Here is a deleted scene from my WIP (one of seven starts):

    “Looks like we have time after all,” Avery said.
    Quinn scrubbed a hand over his face. Grounded. They weren’t going anywhere until the restrictions lifted. Could be hours, could be days. It all depended on how soon the police broke up the riot.
    “Time for what?” Ryan asked.
    “Time to get my things from my hotel room.” Avery answered. Her hopeful gaze pleaded with Ryan and made Quinn irritable.
    Ryan glanced his way and Quinn shook his head. Avery noticed and let out a frustrated sigh.
    “It will only take a minute.” She pleaded her case to both of them. Futile, but that didn’t stop her. “Please. I-It’s important.”

    Thanks for the fun chance to post scenes that didn’t make the cut!

  2. Poor captain. No wonder he hadn’t called or shown up at her new apartment yet. Not that she needed to give him her new address. He always knew where to find her. At times she wondered if she had some sort of tracking device planted on her person.

  3. Great scene, Sharon.

    Here’s mine from The Cowboy’s Baby, the WIP being passed around by my agent….

    a tall brunette wearing western wear and a belt buckle the size of Texas stopped by their table. “Tanner? I thought that was you.” She leaned over and kissed his cheek. “What are you doing in town?”
    He let go of Cat’s hand to hug the other woman. “Reva. Hi. I had an errand to run. This is just a quick dash over the mountain.”
    She grimaced. “Have you looked outside? It’s dropping snowballs the size of baseballs. I don’t think you’re going to make it over the pass tonight.”
    He glanced at Cat. “We planned to stay.”
    Reva’s frown was fleeting. Just a shadow over her lovely features. “That’s great.”
    Tanner indicated Cat. “This is Cathleen O’Brien. Cat, my friend, Brenda Martin. She shows working cow horses, too.”
    The two women briefly shook hands.
    “Nice to meet you.” Cat studied the other woman, and couldn’t help wondering if she and Tanner were more than friends. About his age, with horses in common, they probably had been lovers. None of her business.
    “Do you show, too?” Brenda asked. Her eyes burned with curiosity.
    “Too bad. There’s nothing like it,” Brenda said, her interest in Cat disappearing. She turned to Tanner. “That reminds me, Sun Bar Kid is doing really well. I’m going to enter him in the Stock Show. Are you bringing anything?”
    Cat tuned them out as they talked horses. Her mind was on the upcoming evening. Although she was certain Tanner would get them separate rooms, she couldn’t help but shiver thinking of being alone in a hotel with him.
    “Nice meeting you,” Brenda said. She moved away with a friendly wave.
    “Nice lady,” Cat told Tanner.
    “A good friend,” he agreed. “And a super horsewoman.”
    A friend? Why had he clarified? His relationships with other women were none of her business. They had no future.

  4. Fun idea, Sharon! Love yours.

    Here’s mine – from the WIP – Three hours later, boxes of left-over Chinese food surrounding them, James and Cara sat on the floor with her coffee table between them. For the hundredth time, James pushed the image of Cara, naked on the table, from his mind. He could concentrate on business. He would concentrate on business. This was not the time to let Little James have control.

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