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I was tagged by a friend, Eden Summers, to do Lucky Sevens and it sounded like fun.  

Here’s the challenge. Post seven lines from an unpublished work of fiction.
• Go to page 7 or 77 in your current manuscript
• Go to line 7
• Post on your blog the next 7 lines, or sentences, as they are – no cheating
• Tag 7 other authors to do the same

So, from FIGHT FOR ME, page 7:

He winced. The hard wooden chair was not comfortable in the slightest and Peters was questioning him like he’d done something wrong by protecting Mason.

How would you characterize Ms. McClaren’s mental state when she obtained your services?” Peters asked.

Dylan tilted his head, catching Cassidy’s narrowed eyes from her seat behind the prosecution. “If you’re asking if I thought she was insane, I am not a medical professional. All I can say is she was hysterical.” He might not have a fancy degree, but he wasn’t an idiot. He was not getting backed into a corner by this pompous attorney.

And, since we haven’t been there is a long time, let’s see what’s on page 7 of SPEEDING, shall we?

I will never give you the right to be the boss of me again.” Nearly spitting on the application she had tossed, she turned and stomped out the door, making sure to slam it as hard as she could. It may be juvenile, but it felt good to slam a door.

Making the dramatic exit was one thing. Following it through was something else entirely. She left the car Kyle had purchased and registered in his name for her in the Jamieson, Trenton, Parker & White lot, and walked into the heart of downtown hoping for a sign. She didn’t know if she was hoping for a “Help Wanted” sign or a sign from God, but right now she’d take either.