Tamara Philip, Author

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Tom confides in December! #8sunday… Snippet #2…8/3/14


Hi Everyone! I’m back again doing the #8sunday with the Weekend Writing Warriors! I really enjoyed it last weekend. The feedback was great and I really loved reading the other snippets! This week’s excerpt from my debut novella The Trouble with Playing Cupid. This scene shows the two main characters, Tom Elmswood and December Brown getting to know each other better when Tom confides in her about his rocky relationship with his mother.

“I saw her twice a year for school holidays, where she’d take me to our husband-hunting mother/son bonding lunch date. Could you really get that close in that sort of situation?”

“Husband hunting? Were you the lure?” December asked, setting the hot drink out in front of him.

“More of a scout, really. To this day, whenever I enter a restaurant I scan the room for wedding bands, and suitable suitors. It’s actually very embarrassing. Checking out older men as marriage prospects…sort of makes business meetings quite awkward.” Tom explained, smirking.

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Author: Tamara Philip, Author

Author of Interracial novels including but not limited to romance. Aspiring writer of supernatural fantasy books.

18 thoughts on “Tom confides in December! #8sunday… Snippet #2…8/3/14

  1. Nice snippet Tamara, it reminds me of friends that I’ve connected with on an almost instant basis. So glad you came back this week, and hope you keep coming!

    One little request for future snippets, coming from my moderator mode, you are well past the eight lines. In the future, try to find snippets that you can get your whole idea across in the eight, or if absolutely necessary use a little creative punctuation. We try to keep the snippets to eight so everyone has time to read and comment on as many blogs as possible : ) On occasion folks will go to 9 or maybe 10 sentences to finish out a thought, but it shouldn’t be a regular thing.

    • Hi Millie, I’m so sorry about that. It was late and my numbers way off (this is what happens when you’re horrible in math, I didn’t even realize!!), it won’t happen again. Anyway I fixed it to reflect the 8 lines, hopefully!

      Thanks so much for the feedback :).

  2. Wow. what a task. That would screw up anyone. Curious where this goes.

  3. Husband hunting with a child. Not cool. Thanks for writing a new take on motherhood-Not. Well done.

  4. Ha, ha! I was just with a friend who latched on to another friend’s granddaughter to use her as a chick magnet. It worked! Anyway, love the snippet. I’m glad she let him in.

  5. Well, that’s an interesting development. I’d never even thought of anything like that…great 8!

  6. aww…poor Tom being used like that by his mother. Funny, however, that he still has that habit of looking for wedding bands on older guys. Awkward indeed.

  7. Wonderful snippet, Tamara. You’ve drawn in the reader–feeling sorry for Tom and what a not-so-great relationship he had with his mom. And you’ve made him SO likeable, being able to smirk while he finishes the story with self-effacing humor. Nicely done! 🙂

  8. Poor Tom, being used in that way.

  9. I feel for Tom since he obviously felt that “husband hunting” was the only way he got to spend time with his mother, and yet the way he tells December about this has a touch of humor. It says a lot about his personality. Nicely done.

  10. Thanks for the follow, Tamara. It is much appreciated. Have a blessed evening.

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