#WeWriWa About Her

About Her is the follow-up book to About Us, a free novel released last year. About Us is Hayden and Cam's story. In that story, Hayden leaves her abusive ex and calls on her husband's cousin, Cam, for help. Hayden's friend, Mark, warns her that Cam is and always has been in love with her and pulling him into her end-of-marriage disaster could end in heartache. Hayden doubts Mark's instincts. Cam couldn't be in love with her because Cam is involved with Shelley, his total knock-out of a girlfriend.

Hayden and Cam's happily ever after leaves Shelley alone and wandering the globe, so she needed her own story, so there is About Her. 

The snippet below is, at this point, the beginning of About Her.  The asterisks mark the end of the 8 sentences. I added the rest just to wrap up the opening scene. 

Red-faced and mortified, Shelley Ward wasn’t at all surprised that her plan to get her life on track went south after one of her many bad choices came back to bite her in the ass. This day—this life was turning out to be one shit thing after another. Even her carry-on bag refused to roll up the carpeted gangway. As she picked it up to check the offending wheel, she spotted two burly security guards coming toward her.
Maybe they were on their way to arrest the bitch stewardess?
“Ma’am." He looked at Shelley. "You need to come with us.”
Her crap luck continued.
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“Why?” she asked as they each took her by an arm and practically carried her from the gangway through the airport. They didn’t answer, but the one was nice enough to take her bag for her, or was he taking it from her? Panic made her heart heart skip a beat.
She wanted to make big changes in her life, but that didn’t include a trip to jail. She tried to explain to her blue-clad escorts, “I didn’t cause any trouble, I swear. I was the one who was harassed. I left the plane of my own accord to calm people down.”
“Someone said you mentioned a bomb?”
“I never said bomb. Someone else said bomb, not me.”
“There are other people on the flight with bombs?”
“No,” she said a bit too loudly. She took a deep breath and tried to remain calm. “The stewardess was being a—” It probably didn’t win her any favors to call the woman, a co-worker of the men in blue, names. “The stewardess accused me of sleeping with her husband in front of everyone on the plane. I was embarrassed and decided to leave. No bombs.”
“The attendant said you were noncompliant.”
“I traded seats with a little girl who wanted the window. The stewardess said seat-trading wasn’t allowed. I asked her to show me where it’s written, to which she launched into calling me names and freaking out on me. I told you, she thinks her husband and I—”
“Holy Mother of God, Shelley Ward, is that you?”
Shelley looked up. At first glance, she thought it was her ex, Cam, and her heart soared, but quickly she realized the man in front of her was too polished and well groomed to be Cam. Then it dawned on her. He was Cam’s wife’s little buddy, though he was hardly little. How did she not realize how tall, and damnededly handsome Mark Salvan grew up to be?
“Mark?”
“In the flesh.” He flashed his model-worthy smile at her before making eye contact with the security guard holding her arm. “What is going on here?”
The man said nothing, so Shelley said, “A huge misunderstanding. That’s what’s going on. One I don’t need an escort for.”
“She has to leave the airport,” the escort carrying her bag said.
“I have to leave? I can’t leave. I need to book another flight.”
“Ma’am, you were thrown off the last flight. You can’t book another one tonight.”
“How in the world did you get kicked off an airplane?” Mark’s smile was so broad she figured he was stifling a laugh.

Heat pooled in her cheeks. “I kicked myself off my flight.”
“Doomsday premonition?” Mark asked.
“Nothing like that,” Shelley said. “It was an awkward flight. The stewardess announced to everyone in coach that I was a homewrecking slut.”
Mark’s eyes widened. “Dear God, you were flying coach?” 

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