So, this was a rough week. You may have noticed I wasn't around much. This was the last week I had to spend with my daughter before she goes away to college. This separation is hard for me—I grew up with extended family everywhere, so I became used to always having people around. I like … Continue reading Author Inspiration and This Week’s Writing Links
Did you ever use a thesaurus to come up with a better word? Stephen King says, "Any word you have to hunt for in a thesaurus is the wrong word. There are no exceptions to this rule." Seems to me Mark Twain would disagree. I don't want the lightning bug. I want the lightning. My words could … Continue reading Author Inspiration and This Week’s Writing Links
Today's prompt is "glaring". I'm a multi-genre author, but one thing all my characters have in common is conflict. They fight with the enemy, they fight with their friends, they fight with family. Needless to say, people in my story worlds glare at each other. A lot. So I went in a different direction for … Continue reading Book Excerpt: Out and About (Glaring)
"His hands are sticky." Mallory rooted through the diaper bag for wipes. She stooped to be eye-level with their son, and the little girl behind them in line bumped into her. Again. Her knee hit the ground---hard---to keep from toppling over, and she gritted her teeth. Instead of lecturing the girl, she gripped the wipe … Continue reading Short Fiction: Going in Circles
Today's prompt is "shimmer". As a romantic suspense author, a lot of things can shimmer. Heat can cause shimmering waves to rise off a road. Light can shimmer off all manner of things---weapons, water, women. Because Medici Protectorate Book 3, Body Armor, is releasing soon, I've chosen to print a scene from the novel that uses the … Continue reading Book Excerpt: Body Armor | Shimmer
"Tell me again why you said yes." Paula peered into the cramped closet and shook her head. Wasn't much to work with. "I had to." Valerie pushed her friend aside and grabbed an ivory blouse. "If I declined, he'd think I was jealous. So would all our friends." "You are jealous." Paula yanked the blouse … Continue reading Short Fiction: Poor Form
This week I finally (huge stress on that word) got back to my WIP. I had been so busy updating my site, doing beta reads, editing, submitting to an anthology, and marketing (not to mention dealing with all my "real life" stuff), that it took a back seat for a while. The time away gave … Continue reading Author Inspiration and This Week’s Writing Links
I write a lot of serious and dark fiction on this site, so most of you probably think I'm fairly sober and have no measurable sense of humor (and if you watch The Big Bang Theory, you know a sense of humor can be measured; Sheldon's done the math). To you who think I'm dull … Continue reading Not Exactly Classic Symphony
Sarah took her coffee out onto the back porch and looked out over the sprawling vista. The sun was just beginning to crest on the horizon, and the hazy morning fog painted the landscape with an indistinct brush. So many mornings like these rushed back to her---memories of dew-dampened shoes as she scampered after her … Continue reading Short Fiction: Fog
Today, Marcia Meara at “The Write Stuff—Writers Helping Writers” is hosting day two of excerpt week. I was invited to participate and have shared snippets from the Medici Protectorate series. Won’t you drop by and have a look?
I’m honored to have been asked to participate in Excerpt Week. Marcia, thank you for arranging this and letting me hop into the schedule.
I’m finishing up my Medici Protectorate series. Book 3 is with the publisher and will release soon. Book 4 is partially written, and then I have to say goodbye to this beloved series. Instead of providing you with lengthy excerpts from the novels, I’m going to give you a teaser from each of the three completed ones and a printed excerpt from the fourth.
Book 1, Bleeding Heart
Book 2, Mind Control
Book 3, Body Armor
And finally, from my WIP, a never-before published excerpt…
Book 4, Tortured Soul
She opened the door and glanced at the water. Coz treaded in the deep end, but mercifully, he faced the windows, his back to the door.
Good luck or consideration? She wasn’t sure, but she was grateful…
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