Even more Glenbrook...

I feel like I haven't been blogging a lot lately, but that's mostly because when I have time to sit down and write, I want it to be on my books.  Glenbrook is still going, and I'm nowhere near the 50K word goal, but I'm getting a solid start on everything.

Before I get to the excerpt, here's a reminder that there is a Goodreads giveaway for The Warden in the Gates, with the new cover!  Currently it's only open to Canada and the US.

And now here's some more Glenbrook!

“Calm down,” Keiji said.  “I’ll get you out of here.”

We started to waltz as the music changed, and Keiji easily took the lead.  I wasn’t one to judge, but he was a pretty good dancer, even with me fumbling to keep up.  Soon I found my pace, and we swirled across the floor.  It wasn’t long until more Fenridge began to join.

It’s not me I’m worried about, I thought.  I felt frantic as I searched for Jared, still no sign of him.

Keiji was doing the same, but his eyes were more calculating.  He was just looking for Jared or Azazel.

“What’s happening?” I asked.

“I think Merelda might have left out a couple of details on the phone,” Keiji admitted.

“What kind of details?”

“The forced marriage between you and her eldest son,” he said quickly.

I held back a hiss.  “What?”

“If it makes you feel better, he doesn’t seem to want to marry you now that he knows you aren’t a pureblood.”  Keiji shrugged.

“Splendid,” I muttered.  “Anything else?”

“Just that you’ll have to start running soon,” he whispered.  “I’ll take care of Jared, but you need to go.”

The zipper to the kitchen opened and Keiji shoved me through.  On the other side I found a few confused dragons, and Azazel sitting by the far door.  Keiji shouted, “Don’t worry about him; I’ve got a plan!  Be sure to pick Azazel up before you leave; trust me!”

I didn’t trust his plan, but I didn’t have a choice.  While none of the cooks were trying to stop me, I could already hear voices on the other side.

Merelda shouted, “Do not let her go!  She is your next Queen!”

I did not like the sound of that.  Taking my chance to dash by the stunned cooks, I ran forward and scooped Azazel into my arms before slamming the door open.  A cold wind smashed into me, almost blowing me back into the tent, when my feet touched down on dirt.

Keiji shouted one last warning, “Don’t forget to breathe!”