Author Carrie Crain

Novel website can be found here.

LOGLINE: A recent college graduate accepts an overseas position with a U.S. based oil company in Kazakhstan where she is mistaken for an international spy.

It is from my WIP comedy/mystery spy novel called Expat. Think: Spies Like Us meets “New Girl.” Enjoy! This is experimental writing with an outline. I thought it would be fun to write a novel exclusively for Weekend Writing Warriors. *I’m intentionally leaving some parts out because I want to query this manuscript to literary agents after I’m done. And, don’t want to give away everything!! P.S. Thanks for suggestion on her eyes (I changed) – I’m sure this entire story will be rewritten a zillion times – I’ll have a guy in the next chapter notice Tammy’s eyes!! LOL. Writing this in third person multiple POV. I’m trying to make a conscious effort to write in mostly Tammy’s (my heroine’s) Point-of-View. But, some of the suspenseful scenes help push plot forward and require my reader to know what’s going on when Tammy’s left the “building.”

We are in Chapter 2: The Briefcase. In this scene, Tammy is at her college graduation ceremony. This is during the mingling part right before the graduates start queuing for their diplomas inside the stadium. Tammy is witnessing her goofy dad and his young wife be stupid silly in love. Tammy has no interest in love and is only looking at climbing the corporate ladder.  There’s more, but for WWW, I skipped.  Since I’m not technically participating in Weekend Writing Warriors this week, I posted 10 sentences. I’ll be back next week. Looking forward to reading everyone’s snippets!

(This scene/snippet is in Tammy’s POV – my young heroine)

EXPAT

by

Carrie Crain

CHAPTER TWO
The Briefcase

Tammy wondered why Kari brought a dumb briefcase to her graduation ceremony. She worked from home selling her homemade costumes on eBay. Kari goosed Norm in his thick middle as a way of playful punishment. He squirmed and giggled like a two year old.

“Poopums, I’ve worked hard for my lump handles,” he chuckled, slipping his thumbs on the inside of his khaki front pockets like they were his holsters. Norm was a beefy man with bushy eyebrows who could have easily passed for a Wal-Mart greeter.

She pinched his puffy cheeks with both of her hands and then planted a big ole kiss, leaving behind red lipstick. Their display of affection would have made a Russian mobster blush. “Oh, Norm, that’s the sweetest thing anyone’s ever said.”

“Well, it’s true, snuggle kitten.