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Sara Wilkinson
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Contemporary romance writer, baker, lover of rugby and all things chocolate.
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When playing goalkeeper as an apology ends with a bloody nose
'Shirt' -Stubborn Dreams...
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“It’s my fault for putting my face between the ball and the net.” “No, I shouldn’t have kicked it at full force.” Nat slipped out of her long-sleeved shirt and used it to stop any new blood before wiping away the drying blood on his upper lip. “You made me so angry with that jab.” Matt stopped her hand, pushing it and the bloody shirt away before gripping her chin until she met his gaze. “Not a jab. A joke. I thought we were back on an even keel.” Matt hitched his lips into a smile despite the pain it caused. “I’ve missed you, Nat.”
November 12, 2025 at 3:34 PM
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Nat really loves her 'burger's so I'm surprised I didn't have more instances in my WIP Stubborn Dreams... This snip is the exception
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“It’s not our fault your last one-night stand ballooned into him wanting to bring you home to mother after two weeks.” Nat dropped her head against the freezer door and groaned. Her appetite shifted from something healthy to something not. A juicy cheeseburger with onion rings. Crispy, giant, greasy rings like she and her mom always ordered at that old-fashioned place her mom frequented as a teenager. Burger something or something Burger. They hadn’t been in years. Note to self, eat at Burger Whatever during winter break. No. It wouldn’t be winter break for Nat. More like her first taste of scary real life. It put her off burgers and onion rings as quickly as talking about the creepy, wannabe Norman Bates put her off healthy food.
November 11, 2025 at 5:20 PM
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Thanks 😅 I worried it was too long without saying enough.
November 11, 2025 at 5:15 PM
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Yesterdays snip showed Nat's dreams, why not show her love interest Matt's today.
'Local' -Stubborn Dreams...
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Even after two weeks of classes, he couldn’t arrive with more than a minute to spare. He blamed his disinterest. The class was a basic graduation requirement that most students completed freshman year, but Matt put off in favor of harder requirements. A strategic plan. Fill his schedule with hard, major requirements upfront for a somewhat lighter load as he focused on med school apps. Unlike others, Matt had known his major since his best friend and neighbor Noah died when they were ten after his cancer relapse went unnoticed by the local pediatrician. A man more concerned with tee times and capitalizing on fitting as many patients into narrow time windows as possible. A fact Matt learned later, but which only increased his already strong desire to study medicine and provide his hometown with another, better pediatrician.
November 10, 2025 at 3:22 PM
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Thanks so much for reviewing my pitch 🥰 And yes one will have to give up their dream for the other. Nat is drafted to a team far from Matt's med school and the midpoint involves them deciding if one is willing to sacrifice their dream for the other.
November 9, 2025 at 4:58 PM
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'Picture' - Stubborn Dreams...
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Part of Nat, the part she kept hidden under her mental bed from her mom’s prying eyes, much like a picture of her dad under her childhood bed, wanted to show him what he lost by leaving. That she could now outplay his other children, if he had them, unlike when he originally bought her that first ball. That even though she hadn’t been worthy of his love then, she was now worthy of his attention and a position on a pro team, on the national team. She spent the last three years flourishing on the field, helping her college team make the NCAA tournament in the hopes of doing just that without slacking on her education as evidenced by her near perfect GPA and expected early graduation with a kinesiology and sports nutrition and management degrees.
November 9, 2025 at 4:16 PM
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Thanks for the feedback 😍 I see what you're saying, it is a vague. What if I add something like:

When Nat is waylaid by two idiots at a frat party, Matt comes to her rescue and escorts her home.
November 7, 2025 at 8:11 PM
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A longer snip today but it made me smile and who doesn't like a little chuckle on a Friday

'Movement's from Stubborn Dreams...
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“I believe I’ve already thanked you for that. With breakfast no less. But, fine, if this is how you want to play it, I’ll admit, again, that I was more than a little afraid in that situation and wasn’t sure how to escape when you came along. So, thank you, kind sir, for your gallant rescue.” Nat swept her arm in front of her as she dipped into a mock curtsey. “Please accept this…” Nat patted her pockets while still bent over until she pulled out a folded white square. “Bar napkin as a token of my appreciation. What else can thou doest to repay your kindness?” “For starters, you can stop making a scene.” Matt glanced around at the curious looks her exaggerated movements garnered. Torn between laughter and bowing his head in shame. Or both. “Non, kind sir. Tis too much fun watching your face ripen into a bright rouge like an innocent lass.”
November 7, 2025 at 4:26 PM
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Third graders? 😱 It might be too late for me then
November 5, 2025 at 3:22 PM
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May have already posted this snip but its my only instance of 'trail' in Love on the Vine or my other WIP.
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Ian stayed close, but a breath of space remained between their shoulders unlike earlier. Becca couldn’t decide if the cold hastened his steps or the cameras. Either way, he hurried along with a lowered head and hands clenched in his pockets, slicing through the wind like an icebreaker ship. Becca practically powerwalked to keep up. Three strides, in heels, barely equaled one of his. He stopped every few feet when he realized she trailed behind before hurrying ahead once more.
November 5, 2025 at 3:18 PM
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'Steel' from Love on the Vine
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“Where’d you learn to cook so well?” “I should be offended. Again. First my body and now—” “I just figured you’re too busy or have…people,” Becca hurriedly added. “Becca, you can’t offend me that easily. Emphasis on you. Others might not be so lucky.” A hint of steel tinged his voice and melted just as quickly. “I know what you mean. Just like I know you see me as more than…what did you say last night?” Becca’s face burned. The exact words escaped her, but not, unfortunately, the gist. She refrained from calling him god’s gift to women. Just.
November 4, 2025 at 3:05 PM
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“I can’t, Ian, and if you truly knew what you were asking, then you’d understand why.”

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November 3, 2025 at 6:12 PM
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'Nice'
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“Nice hat,” Heidi said as Ian joined their usual table in the far corner. Great for watching passersby and the weather with a semblance of privacy. “I thought so.” Ian set the fur lined hat beside them on the table with a twinge of guilt. He hadn’t realized he was still wearing it until a particularly strong breeze froze the tip of his nose, but not his ears as he walked back to Liam’s house. “New hat. New bracelet. Who is she?” Ian shrugged nonchalantly. “Haven’t a clue what you mean.” His twitching lips and tensing torso betrayed him.
November 3, 2025 at 3:25 PM
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'Cobweb's - Love on the Vine
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By the time she made a path through the stacked boxes, she heard Sammy’s echoing footsteps. “Started without me, I see.” “Merely clearing away dust and cobwebs and making room.” “Lunch break?” Sammy held up a bag from Sally’s café. Becca’s laugh turned into a cough from the disturbed dust. “We barely started.” “And already you need a break. Let the remaining dust resettle as we properly prepare.” Sammy raised a bottle of wine with his other hand.
November 2, 2025 at 7:57 PM
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Had to switch back to previous WIP (Stubborn Dreams...) for today's word 'monster'

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The food’s arrival calmed the charged atmosphere and the conversation shifted to a shared interest in Blumhouse horror movies. Something Jordan introduced Nat to during long flights. “But I can’t watch them at home or else I won’t sleep.” “Makes sense.” “It does?” Nat set her fork down and stared. Dwayne set his elbows on the table and leaned forward. “You can leave the monsters behind.” “Damn, that’s brilliant.”
October 31, 2025 at 2:17 PM
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"Spell" -Love on the Vine
Becca being interrogated by her new boyfriends best friend

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But that would defeat the purpose of his departure. Best to get the anticipated interrogation over with sooner rather than later. Disappoint Heidi now before Becca completely fell under Heidi’s spell, thus decreasing the sting of rejection when it came. “You’re nervous. Don’t be. I don’t bite. Much. I just—” “Want to make sure I’m not using your friend. That I’m not some succubus out to drain his lifeforce.”
October 30, 2025 at 2:59 PM
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'Screamed' for 'blood-curdling' and the fearful vibe of not knowing what to do when someone falls through ice covering a pond.
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Becca rose onto her knees and crawled toward the water’s edge. Forgetting the pain in her wrist and shoulder. She placed her palms on the ice, ready to crawl toward him when it shifted under her weight. “Shit. Ian,” Becca screamed. “Ian, hold on.” She flopped onto her belly and slithered onto the ice. Another crack stopped her a few inches in.
October 27, 2025 at 3:07 PM
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'Hat' -Love on the Vine
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The man’s laugh boomeranged around the little hut. Apparently, he saw through Becca’s bullshit better than she dished it. “I liked the hat,” he said. “It’s one of the reasons I wandered over. Besides the obvious.” His eyes held Becca’s before glancing down. “Right,” Becca croaked with face and hands warming at her stupidity. Mind out of gutter, Becca. Why would a guy, this guy, come over for anything other than wine? Even if he liked the overly large, silly, warm furry hat.
October 26, 2025 at 7:00 PM
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'Total'ly awesome I have the word today.

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Ian stopped midstride. Had he misread the situation. Did her nerves stem from not wanting to disappoint him with a refusal rather than a true interest in accepting. “Yes and no and…” Her teeth caught the side of her lip, but her shoulders squared. “I’m ready, but, if I’m being totally honest, I’m nervous as all hell.” Ian chuckled with relief. “Full disclosure, so am I.” He offered his arm. Enjoying the way her body relaxed into his once she accepted after the briefest of hesitations. He led her, purposely, past the offending display. The anger at seeing it again dampened most of his nerves.
October 24, 2025 at 3:05 PM