I have to turn in a mini excerpt for my second book - this excerpt is to
'coax readers into reading your book before others in their TBR pile, and also to remind readers very quickly what the book was about.' They can be no more than 200 words long- thank you!
I have two here- which one do you like best?
1-
Dakota turned off the main road and saw the rock in his path too late to do anything about it.
His front wheel took a direct hit and crumpled, lifting the rear tire off the ground and catapulting Dakota over the handlebars. He let go, doing an impressive mid-air flip, and landed on his back with a muffled thud on hard-packed dirt. With the wind knocked out of him, Dakota looked up in time to see the five-hundred-pound motorcycle falling out of the sky to land on top of him.
The engine stalled and the sounds of the night seemed to hold their collective breath, or maybe he had gone deaf. A searing heat scorched his left leg, he found it pinned under the exhaust pipe, the heat burning through his jeans. The acrid stench of spilt fuel and oil reached him, the quiet ticking of the cooling engine loud in his ears. The bike landed with the handle bars twisted beneath it leaving a space small enough for Dakota’s leg. It hurt like hell, but he didn’t think it was broken.
Damn, Montana was going to kill him about the bike.
2-
Dakota felt a sharp pain in his left thigh. The impact hard enough to disturb his balance.
“Hold your fire! Hold your fire! Target down. Move in, move in!”
The Colt become too heavy to hold, and Dakota had no choice but to let it drop to the ground. Confused and disoriented, he fell to his knees in maddening slow motion. His hand found a dart with a bright red tassel on the end sticking out of his thigh. Voices came to him on the wind, making no sense. He wanted to move, but the connection between brain and body was no longer working. He felt wet moss tickling his cheek and realized he had fallen forward on his face. Rough hands pulled him onto his back. Looking up at blurred faces, blinking rainwater out of his eyes, he wondered, if I open my mouth would I drown?
No pain, no thought. Someone picked him up, his cheek smashed against a hard back, wet clothes. His last fading thoughts were of his father’s face.
Let David be okay.
Then Dakota let the darkness win. He thought lately the dark always won.
'coax readers into reading your book before others in their TBR pile, and also to remind readers very quickly what the book was about.' They can be no more than 200 words long- thank you!
I have two here- which one do you like best?
1-
Dakota turned off the main road and saw the rock in his path too late to do anything about it.
His front wheel took a direct hit and crumpled, lifting the rear tire off the ground and catapulting Dakota over the handlebars. He let go, doing an impressive mid-air flip, and landed on his back with a muffled thud on hard-packed dirt. With the wind knocked out of him, Dakota looked up in time to see the five-hundred-pound motorcycle falling out of the sky to land on top of him.
The engine stalled and the sounds of the night seemed to hold their collective breath, or maybe he had gone deaf. A searing heat scorched his left leg, he found it pinned under the exhaust pipe, the heat burning through his jeans. The acrid stench of spilt fuel and oil reached him, the quiet ticking of the cooling engine loud in his ears. The bike landed with the handle bars twisted beneath it leaving a space small enough for Dakota’s leg. It hurt like hell, but he didn’t think it was broken.
Damn, Montana was going to kill him about the bike.
2-
Dakota felt a sharp pain in his left thigh. The impact hard enough to disturb his balance.
“Hold your fire! Hold your fire! Target down. Move in, move in!”
The Colt become too heavy to hold, and Dakota had no choice but to let it drop to the ground. Confused and disoriented, he fell to his knees in maddening slow motion. His hand found a dart with a bright red tassel on the end sticking out of his thigh. Voices came to him on the wind, making no sense. He wanted to move, but the connection between brain and body was no longer working. He felt wet moss tickling his cheek and realized he had fallen forward on his face. Rough hands pulled him onto his back. Looking up at blurred faces, blinking rainwater out of his eyes, he wondered, if I open my mouth would I drown?
No pain, no thought. Someone picked him up, his cheek smashed against a hard back, wet clothes. His last fading thoughts were of his father’s face.
Let David be okay.
Then Dakota let the darkness win. He thought lately the dark always won.
