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Saturday, August 18, 2018

#WeWriWa - ROMANCE REKINDLED: The man in Mother's cell.


Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors where authors share an 8 - 10 sentence snippet. Be sure to visit the other authors. You can find them here.

Thanks to everyone who stopped by last week and left comments. Sorry it took me so long to get to everyone. This snippet is from my Christmas story, ROMANCE REKINDLED.

To orient you: After Abby got a middle-of-the-night phone call from the police, she and her teenage daughter, Bethany, race to the jail. 

Please excuse the creative punctuation, necessary to keep this within the guidelines. It's also edited some from the original.

“Who are you?” Abby demanded of the old man sitting in the cell next to Mother . . . and holding her mother’s hand!
Florence bounded off the cot with the agility of a much younger woman, all those classes at the Senior Center must be paying off, “Abigail Louise, what are you doing here?”
Abby fisted her hands on her hips, “What are you doing in jail—and who is that man?”
That man rose more slowly than Mother had—he looked to be about her age, or slightly older, and a little taller with a head of thick, gray hair and a weathered face that had seen a lot of sun. When he reached Mother’s side, he placed his arm around her waist. Around her waist! How dare he?
“Abigail, go home, I don’t want you here. How could you drag poor Bethany out of bed at this hour of the morning? And it’s such a nasty night with the storm coming in across the lake.”


I said in last week's comments I'd reveal why Mother is in jail. Sorry. I'm going to tease you a little longer.



Blurb:

Abby Ten Eyck likes her life the way it is. She runs a successful business, has a well-adjusted teenage daughter, and has managed to keep men at bay since her divorce fifteen years ago. Just before Christmas, she’s hit with change. Her mother decides to sell the family home. Then she’s arrested, with an unknown man. Could this new man in her mother’s life create more upheaval? Or could his handsome son be just what Abby needs to revive her dormant feelings?

Sam Watson embraces transition from frenetic Wall Street to a small Michigan resort town. His health is worth moving close to his dad who seems over the moon in love. But it’s the daughter of his father’s girlfriend who fascinates him. Abby Ten Eyck reminds him of his driven self. He must help her slow down before she burns out. Like he did.

ROMANCE REKINDLED is available at:

Amazon  ~  Amazon UK  ~  iBooks  ~  Kobo  ~  Smashwords  ~ Nook




Wednesday, February 7, 2018

#IWSG – Progress & Winter Blahs



It's the 1st Wednesday of February. Happy Insecure Writers Support Group Day. IWSG is the brainchild of Ninja Captain Alex J. Cavanaugh.


Purpose: To share and encourage. Writers can express doubts and concerns without fear of appearing foolish or weak. Those who have been through the fire can offer assistance and guidance. It’s a safe haven for insecure writers of all kinds! Thanks, Alex, for starting this group and keeping it going. And thanks to this month's awesome hosts:  Stephen Tremp, Pat Garcia, Angela Wooldridge, Victoria Marie Lees, and Madeline Mora-Summonte!
 
Progress & Winter Blahs


For the past three weeks, I’ve felt blah. Not sick, thank goodness. I shouldn't complain because so many people have had it much worse. Flu is taking its toll this winter. So far, the flu hasn't hit our family. Hubs had a cold and his cough has hung on. One of the 3-month old twins had pneumonia (maybe—the radiologist said no; baby doc said yes) but he’s doing better with antibiotics. Antibiotics for his brother (eye infection). Even Toddler Girl didn’t escape. She had a bad cold. Oldest granddaughter broke her foot doing what she loves, dancing. 

Everyone is better now. But I still feel blah, no other symptoms. Tired all the time. Don’t feel like writing or doing anything other than binge-watching Netflix. I wish I could escape the relentless cold and snow. But there's no going to Arizona, as we’ve done for the past three years. Our son and his family are here now. I guess I’ll just suck it up. And work on my works-in-progress.

Last month, my goal was to write a minimum of 475 words per day. From Jan. 1 – 15, I wrote 15,520 words. From the 16th through yesterday, I wrote 3,570. Quite a difference, right? No wonder I feel down. But . . . for this post, I figured out how many words per day I wrote. Holy cow! I averaged 530. That perked me up. Despite a few days when I didn’t write on my WIP at all, I’m not as far behind as I thought.

Many people disagree with keeping track of word count. That quality takes precedence over quantity. I agree with quality being better. For me, word count signifies progress. It’s concrete evidence that I’m working.

Optional Question: What do you love about the genre you write in most often?

Although I write cozy mysteries, science fiction romance, and romantic suspense, they all have one thing in common. A mystery. I like keeping the reader guessing about the bad guy/gal and how they did it. Whether it’s murder or espionage, revenge or a con game. I enjoy leaving clues and red herrings, adding unexpected twists. If I’ve done my job right, the reader is surprised when all is revealed.

I’m eager to read what other writers say they love about their genre.

Click here to find others on the Insecure Writers Support Group Blog Hop. Or go to IWSG on Facebook to see who’s blogging today. 


Saturday, November 28, 2015

Saturday Sampler: THE TWELFTH DAY by Alicia Dean



USA TODAY Bestselling, National Bestselling & Award-Winning Authors!
Christmas isn't all Peace on Earth this Holiday Season in 8 Outstanding Suspense Stories of Murderers, Stalkers, Terrorists, Thieves, and Kidnappers. Criminal Christmas puts the Danger in the season of Mistletoe and Christmas Cookies. Snuggle up by the fire with our books and enjoy Christmas like never before. Over 850 pages of Danger, Mystery, Romance and Suspense! ONLY 99¢


Alicia Dean’s Novella, The Twelfth Day:


Blurb:

As a teen, party girl Sabrina Spencer was the lone survivor of a serial killer’s attack on her family. Her testimony put the killer behind bars, and she spent the following decade carving out a new life and trying to forget.
But someone hasn’t forgotten. Two weeks before Christmas, she begins receiving daily packages containing bizarre gifts and threatening messages with demented references to the Twelve Days of Christmas.
Handyman Josh Cravens is remodeling the lake house she rents each year to escape the painful reminders Christmas brings. While his dimples and blue eyes are hard to resist, he’s the exact kind of player she’s been avoiding since she outgrew her wild days. But the isolated cabin and threatening messages boost her paranoia to fever pitch.
As Christmas draws closer, she’s torn between finding comfort in Josh’s arms, and fear that he might be behind the twisted countdown to the twelfth day.


Excerpt:

Sabrina ended the call with Halley and was about to shut down the laptop when the song started. Holding her breath, she warily eyed the screen. A note appeared.
On the sixth day of Christmas…
You cheated death a decade ago, but time is running out.
She let out a scream and jumped from the chair.
Footsteps pounded. She glanced back to see Josh and Dustin standing behind her.
Josh frowned at the screen. “What’s that all about?”
She slammed the laptop shut. “Nothing.”
“You’re trembling. It’s not nothing. Tell me.”
She wrapped her arms around her body. “I-I really don’t know what it is. I’ve been getting these crazy messages.”
Josh’s frown deepened. “That’s not the first one?”
She shook her head.
“Have you called the police?”
“And tell them what? That somebody, I have no idea who, is sending me creepy messages?”
“After what happened to you, don’t you think this might be a little more than that?”
Her cheeks were numb, and she had trouble forming words. “The killer is behind bars.”
Dustin’s eyes rounded. “The killer? Is there a killer?”
Sabrina forced a reassuring smile. “No, there’s no killer. Everything is fine.”
His confused expression turned petulant. “Don’t lie to me. Are you in trouble, Sabrina?”
“I’m not lying. There’s something a little…freaky going on, but I’m sure it’s nothing to worry about.”
Josh pulled out a chair and sat at the table. “Maybe you should tell us everything.”
Sabrina sat as well and explained what had been going on since the day she arrived at the cabin.
By the time she finished, Josh’s scowl had become ferocious. “I don’t like this. Not at all.”
“I’m a high school teacher. I’m sure it’s just one of the kids playing a prank.”
“It’s not a very damn funny prank.”
She grinned without humor. “I never said it was funny.”

Available at Amazon and Barnes & Noble


About Alicia:

Alicia Dean is a suspense and paranormal author in Edmond, Oklahoma. She wrote her first romance at age 11 (featuring a hero who looked just like Elvis Presley), and she still has the tattered, pencil-written copy. 



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Wednesday, February 4, 2015

Insecure Writers Support Group - Winter Blahs



It’s the first Wednesday of the month and time for the Insecure Writers Support Group. The purpose is to share and encourage. Writers can express doubts and concerns without fear of appearing foolish or weak. Those who have been through the fire can offer assistance and guidance. It’s a safe haven for insecure writers of all kinds! A big THANKS to Ninja Captain Alex J. Cavanaugh for starting this group and keeping it going. And thanks to this month's awesome hosts Gwen Gardner, Dolorah, Sarah Foster, and M. Pax!

The groundhog saw his shadow on Monday so it’s six more weeks of winter. No surprise there. In six weeks, spring arrives—whether Punxutawney Phil or Staten Island Chuck see their shadows or not. Spring can’t come soon enough. Although we didn’t get the snowfall Boston and the East Coast did last week, the Super Bowl Snow did a number on Michigan with record snowfalls. Not on the Lake Michigan coast, even if we did get dumped on. After all, our 159+ inches of snow last winter didn't set any records. We’re lucky about one thing, though. They do know how to remove snow here. Even sidewalks. That was a surprise for me last winter. This nifty machine with a plow just drives down the sidewalks along main thoroughfares and removes the snow. I’m not talking downtown either.

Since the snowplows quickly keep our roads clear, there’s no reason for cabin fever. Yet, mentally I feel like I’ve been cooped up for weeks. Am I writing? No. Not really. Okay, I’ve written my blogs (except a week ago Monday). But getting back to my Work-in-Progress? Nope. I’ve gathered tax documents, dug out receipts for taxes (family and my writing), attempted to bring order to my office. And I’ve watched a lot of television. Blame Amazon Prime for offering complete episodes of shows I didn’t watch first time around. Watching “Farscape” could be called research.  Well, I do write science fiction romance.

A new month, a new beginning. I need that proverbial kick in the pants to get back to work.

Click here to find others on the Insecure Writers Support Group Blog Hop. Or go to IWSG on Facebook to see who’s blogging today.

P.S. A follow up on last month’s post. I still am overwhelmed by the support, prayers, and well wishes for my sister whose bout with influenza led to pneumonia and serious heart problems. She is doing so much better now. Thank you all very much.