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On writing and life, with a little chocolate thrown in from time to time.

#8Sunday:Opening Lines All Things Returned

9/20/2015

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Welcome to #8Sunday, the Weekend Writing Warriors  blog hop where writers share eight to ten sentences of their work. For the past few months, I've been sharing the opening lines of my books and for the last few weeks, I've been sharing the openings of the Sweet Lenora Series. Today's eight are from the beginning of All Things Returned, the third novella of the series. Anton and Lenora have settled into life in San Francisco, and things are pretty darn good. Of course, life won't stay idyllic for long. 



Anton pulled off his cravat for the second time. “Foolish speck of clothing—like to choke the life out of a man.”
     He fumbled with it until I took the scrap of silk and tied it around his neck, sealing my action with a kiss. “You should try wearing a corset.”
     “I think we should pull off all of these confounded garments and run about like babes in Eden,” he said, nuzzling my neck.
     I dearly would have liked to take his suggestion. “We have to attend. For our own sakes and for Edward’s.”


more All Things Returned
more about the Sweet Lenora Series
Sweet Auralie, the last part of the Anton and Lenora story,  will be released on October 5. Come back next week for a sneak peek of the opening.
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#8Sunday--Opening Lines To the Wind

9/13/2015

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Welcome back to #8Sunday, the weekly blog hop where writers post eight to ten sentences of their work. I've been doing a series featuring the opening eight to ten lines of my books. Over the next few weeks, I'll be featuring the Sweet Lenora series of novellas. I've got a final, full length sequel to these three short books coming out in October, so I'll end the series with the opening lines of the new novel.
This week, I'm featuring To the Wind, the second book of the novella series. In this novella, a continuation of Sweet Lenora, Anton narrates the story. 

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The world is a wicked place, full of lies and deceit. A man must stand strong against the force of evil, lest he perish. So I thought before Lenora came into my life. She was an angel, appearing in a moment’s time upon the deck of Sweet Lenora, the ship named for her. The ship I commanded. She seemed so fragile a creature I knew I must protect her from the world. And protect her I vowed to do for all my days on this earth. I had locked my heart away in a box of iron, but Lenora broke the seal and set my poor heart free.

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Vote for me! Please? 

9/12/2015

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Nope, I'm not running for president. But two of my books, The Tender Bonds and Confessions of the Sausage Queen, have qualified for round two of The Romance Review's readers choice awards. And this is where you. dear reader, come in. Like the folks running for president,  I need nominations. Fifty of them per book to be exact, to make it into the next round.  If you'd take a moment to click on the cover of one, or both books and then nominate them, I'd be most grateful. Besides, how can you say no to this face ?
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Hitting the Pause Button

9/10/2015

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My husband, Jim, and I were stuck in traffic on route 3 last Sunday. The cars inched forward at a frustrating crawl, the hot sun bouncing off  metal roofs and smacking the windshield. The air conditioner, thankfully, pushed cool air through the car's interior so we wouldn't feel the ninety plus degrees with oppressive humidity in the exterior world.
Then, the traffic broke, we moved forward again. Soon we could see the gleaming arch of the Sagamore bridge, gateway to Cape Cod. 
Somewhere along the apex of the bridge a minor miracle happened. All the tension I'd been carrying left the spot it occupied along the back of my neck and tumbled down past the rails into the vein of blue water below. Cape Cod always seems to have this effect on me. On Jim, too. It's why we come, for a few days, for a week, to lay back and let the world roll on without us for a while. 
Soon, we were at a favorite haunt, Rock Harbor in Orleans. The tide was low, the sandbars stretching for a what seemed like a forever distance. We walked the line of funky trees that mark the way into the harbor, a half mile line of pines stuck out in the sand, uncovered now to be immersed in salt water again in six hours time. A breeze swept over the bay and beach, rustling the beach grass and cooling the late summer heat. In the water between sandbars, minnows tickled our ankles. 
We did all the requisite things, ate fried clams and ice cream, went to the wide open beach at Nauset and watched seals dip and dive in the cold water, shopped at our favorite t-shirt emporium. Mostly, we hit the pause button, found a time out from all the stresses of day to day life.
If I could, I would put those Cape moments into a big blue box and keep it with me here in the garret. I'd open it now and again to remind myself to take a deep breath, pause and remember the endless blue sky, the feeling of calm, the way stress can fall to the ocean and dissolve into the salt.


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