Rachel Rager

City of Bones - Review

2012-01-27T06:00:00.000-07:00

I've been doing lots of reading lately! I'm not sure where the extra time has come from. Oh, wait! I haven't been writing, only reading! Sorry.

So the book review I have today is City of Bones by Cassandra Clare.

Back Cover:
When fifteen-year-old Clary Fray heads out to the Pandemonium Club in New York City, she hardly expects to witness a murder — much less a murder committed by three teenagers covered with strange tattoos and brandishing bizarre weapons. Clary knows she should call the police, but it's hard to explain a murder when the body disappears into thin air and the murderers are invisible to everyone but Clary.

Equally startled by her ability to see them, the murderers explain themselves as Shadowhunters: a secret tribe of warriors dedicated to ridding the earth of demons. Within twenty-four hours, Clary's mother disappears and Clary herself is almost killed by a grotesque demon.

But why would demons be interested in ordinary mundanes like Clary and her mother? And how did Clary suddenly get the Sight? The Shadowhunters would like to know....

My Take:
Now this is not my typical romance! However, I really liked it. My first thought was, "Ugh! Another best seller series. This is going to be like a Harry Potter, Twilight thing." (Please don't get me wrong, I enjoy both those series, I just don't like reading things that try to copy what those two authors have done.)
But, my aunt had recommended this series to me, so I thought I'd give it a shot. I didn't have a hard time getting into it, but I had a hard time wanting to read it, just on principle. I don't really like reading series because I know I have to read the entire thing whether I really like it or not. Silly, I know. Anyway, by the time I was halfway through, I was, of course, in love with Jace and Simon and had to finish the book. And by the end, I was so frustrated by the little twist that I thought there was a mistake and immediately went out and got the next two books.
So, a long story short, I enjoyed the adventure and twists in this story. It was well written and had a good story line. It was easy to read and I really enjoyed it. My daughter even really liked it.
Was it a romance? Well..... I don't know that I can really answer that without giving EVERYTHING away. There was some romance in it, frustrating though it was. But it was more adventure driven than romance driven. Sad, I know. Still, I found it refreshing and I really enjoyed it. If you are looking for a fun read, look in the youth section of your library or order it online. Trust me, you won't regret it!
Happy reading!

Wednesday Romance

2012-01-25T06:00:00.000-07:00

Chapter 16
I woke up to a tight feeling on my leg. Peeling my eyes open, I looked down to see the camp nurse, Mary, wrapping my leg with some sort of soft gauze. She was sitting next to Wes who hovered over her.
“You’re standing in the light again, Wes. You’ve got to stay out of the way.”
“Oh, sorry.” He took a step back and noticed that I was watching him. He rushed to my side. “Andy, how are you feeling?”
I rubbed a hand over my heavy eyes lids. “Fine. What are you doing here?”
A pained look crossed his face but it vanished quickly. “I had Mary come over. I just wanted to make sure you were okay. I think you were in shock before.”
I groaned and yawned. “I’m tired.” I rolled over and tried to ignore the throbbing in my leg.
Mary’s mellow voice relaxed my senses. “Come see me in the morning and I’ll change the bandaging. I don’t think there’s any infection, but your leg may be sore for a while.”
“Thanks, Mary.” My voice was muffled against my pillow as I drifted to sleep again.
When I woke again, I felt infinitely better. My leg hurt but was nothing a few pain meds wouldn’t fix. I got dressed and went about my morning chores, with only the slightest limp.
“Good morning, Andy.”
I turned to see several of the campers wave. I didn’t know who they were but I waved back. I found it odd that campers were up before the sun had crested over the horizon, and standing just outside my cabin, but I shrugged it off.
Going about my morning duties, I was startled again and again by people saying hello or wanting to know my opinion on one thing or another, or wanting to chat. My booth was a popular hang out for campers and leaders to congregate. As a girl who is usually in the shadows in everything in life and likes it that way, I was taken back by all the attention. Politeness I can handle. But this went beyond that.
Campers knew my name – that in and of itself was an anomaly. The camp leaders were going out of their way to include me in conversations. I had been here for years without so much as a ‘hello’ from most of them. The bipolar attitude of the camp had my head reeling.
By lunch time, I retreated to my cabin. I wasn’t hungry enough to brave the throngs of people I saw when I entered the mess hall. I needed a few minutes to myself to be invisible. Sitting on my cot, I breathed deeply in and out a few times before the door was thrown open and my cabin mates, Jaycee and Ashley, came bustling in with a large group of noisy girls.
“You don’t mind if we eat in here, do you, Andy?” Jaycee was already setting her lunch on her cot. Several of the girls sat on the floor, but turned and looked at me instead of Jaycee.
“Actually I…..”
“Oooh! How fun! A picnic with Andy.” Ashley usually ignores me except when I do something really cool.
“What’s the big deal? Why are you all here?”
Ashley beamed. “Isn’t it obvious? You are only the bravest person in the camp.”
“And she’s dating the hottest guy in the whole world,” said a slight girl with blond hair and bright blue eyes.
“I appreciate the thought, but….”
“See? I told you she’d be here.” Aubrey walked through the open door leading Vernaun by the hand.
I closed my eyes and took a fortifying breath.
“I knew Andy would be here. She always comes here or goes to her booth when she needs a break. Her habits are so predictable. Of course, her jumping off that bridge was a shock to anyone who knows her, but even a recluse has to break her habits from time to time.”
Aubrey continued to prattle on but Vernaun walked over to my side, seemingly oblivious to what she was saying. The room fell into a hushed silence as Vernaun pulled me into his arms and kissed me in front of everyone. I heard a collective sigh and wished that they’d all just disappear.
“Every body out!”
I pulled away from Vernaun. I’d heard Stacie yelling enough to know she’d come to save me. She stood in the entrance, the sun streaming in behind her, making her appear more of a silhouette figure. She reminded me of one of those outlaws from a western movie.
“Come on! Andy’s not a freak show! Yesterday you didn’t even know who she was until you heard she saved my life. Out! All of you, filthy little leaches!”
I tried not to smile as lunch bags rustled and crumpled. They looked back and forth among themselves, as though trying to determine what authority Stacie had to boot them all out of the cabin. But Stacie didn’t wait around for them to make up their minds. She grabbed Aubrey’s arm and hauled her out the door. Then she went to another girl and tugged on her arm. A third girl she prodded with her foot.
Within two minutes, Stacie had the cabin cleared out except for her, Vernaun, and me. I smiled gratefully. “Thanks. I needed a break.”
She sat on my cot in a very casual sort of way. “I know,” she said, like this was a common thing for her to do.
I shook my head and laughed. “I had no idea it was such a big deal. I haven’t had a single minute to myself all day, and I’m going crazy.”
Stacie took a bite of her sandwich and chewed.
Vernaun’s brow was pinched. “You don’t like all the attention?”
“Nope.”
“Why not?”
I shrugged. “It bothers me that people only recognize me because I did something heroic or popular. I want people to like me for me and nothing else.”
“But they do. They recognize you because of what you did, but once they get to know you, they like you. You are a very likable person, Andy.”
I struggled to swallow the giggle that welled in my throat when I saw Stacie wrinkle her nose. I turned my head to contain my mirth. “I like my space. I’m not one of those people who needs to be surrounded by people all the time to feel better about myself. I’m fine with me the way I am.”
“Hmph.”
He shrugged and I couldn’t help but note the differences between us. He thrived on attention, while I’d rather sit in the shadows. I wondered if that was a relationship that could last beyond the first flame of infatuation.
~ * ~
The camp week wound to a close. There was one more session and the summer would be over. I didn’t know if I could handle another week. I’d gained so much popularity in the last two weeks I longed to go back to my boring college life. I was ready to be the nerdy girl who sat in the third row – close enough to know what’s going on but not close enough to be noticed.
I was also eager for the summer to be over so that I could sort out my feelings between Vernaun and Wes. And yes, I needed the summer to be over in order to look at those feelings. It was impossible to do that with both guys hovering like vultures going in for the kill.
Vernaun had stuck to my side like a wad of gum since the incident on the loop. I don’t even know if that gum freezing stuff that my mom always bought for the carpets could have pealed him off. And Wes seemed to insist on sandwiching me from the other side. Vernaun would show up and Wes followed right on his heels. Or if Wes was by my side, Vernaun would flock in and Wes refused to go anywhere. The entire thing was annoying and very tiresome.
Perhaps that’s why I found myself sitting behind a tree by myself on the far side of the booth one evening. I had somehow managed to ditch the entourage that followed me during the day and instead of meeting Vernaun or Wes for dinner, I hid behind a tree.
The birds twittered in the trees and the animals scampered around my feet. I could hear the bustle of campers as they prepared for the final campfire of the week. As I sat on the hard ground, a tree root digging into my leg, I debated whether or not I really wanted to stay here all night or join the others. A sigh escaped my lips startling a nearby rabbit – daring little devil.
“Is this really the best place you could come up with to hide?”
I turned with a start as I heard Wes’ voice and instantly looked around for Vernaun.
“He’s not here. I ditched him on the other side of the camp.”
“And just how long will it take him to find me?”
Wes shrugged and sat down. “I think he was waylaid by a bunch of giggly girls.”
I had seen Wes many times since our trip back from the loop but I had never had the opportunity to talk with him about what happened between us. To apologize for what I had done. I hadn’t even had the opportunity just to talk with him. Vernaun was always there, pulling the conversation whichever way he wanted it.
I took a deep breath. “Why do you do it when you know it bugs me so much?”
Fortunately, he didn’t seem to need an explanation. “You know I don’t like him, Andy.”
“So you’re never going to let me have some time alone with him.”
“It’s not that.” He swallowed loud enough for me to hear and shifted beside me. “I don’t like the idea of you kissing him like you kiss me.”
My breath caught in my throat. In all the years I had known Wes, I had never dreamed of having a conversation like this with him. True, we had always talked about all sorts of things together, but they had never involved such deep emotions. I began to wriggle uncomfortably next to him.
“I don’t,” I mumbled quietly.
“But you’ve kissed him before.”
“Yeah.”
He nodded.
“I like him, Wes. I like how he makes me want to be more outgoing.”
“I have always tried that too, but you don’t seem to like me encouraging you to do crazy things.”
“He doesn’t encourage me to do crazy things.”
“He most certainly does. You snowboarded down The Pit because of him.”
“That was because Stacie made me.”
“You jumped off the bridge into the river.”
“I had to save Stacie.”
“You didn’t have to go on the loop.”
I shrugged. “I knew I couldn’t keep him around if I didn’t do something to keep his interest.”
“And now? Do you like him flanking your side everywhere you go?”
“You do it too.”
“I’ve always done it.”
I tilted my head in agreement.
“What adventure are you planning next to keep his attention?”
“There’s only one more week of camp. I was hoping my previous stunts would be enough.”
“Not for someone like Vernaun. He’s going to expect something again next week. And even if he doesn’t, if you really want to keep him around, you’re going to need to do something. There will be more girls ‘yet unexplored’ next week. What are you going to do to keep his sights on you?”
I took a deep breath. I had expected Wes to give me a lecture. I had expected yelling, or even a confession of love. I had not expected what I got. How was I supposed to counter the truth?
Whether I wanted to admit it or not, Vernaun was going to expect something spectacular again. And even if he didn’t, I didn’t know if I was up to it. I was tired of trying to be someone I wasn’t. I liked doing thing I didn’t always do, but a part of me wanted to know that I could go back to the boring, mundane way things had always been.
“I don’t know why you won’t allow him to go his own way.”
“I’ve tried, but he’s always there.”
“That’s not what I mean.”
I turned and looked at him. “Am I just supposed to tell him that I’m tired of being interesting? That I don’t want to be popular? He doesn’t understand that.” I turned to look straight ahead. “And I don’t want to be the one who was too boring to love.”
“Andy….”
“Don’t, Wes.” I stood and walked into over to a tree and leaned against it.
I knew he wouldn’t allow me to feel sorry for myself for long and wasn’t surprised when I felt his hand on my shoulder. His breath brushed my ear and I stiffened to keep from shivering with delight.
“Why don’t you and I go out sometime?”

Wednesday Romance

2012-01-11T06:00:00.000-07:00

Chapter 15
The cold water rushed over my head and pulsed against my ears. I waited for my feet to hit the bottom of the river, but the current dragged me along at a swift pace. My leg slammed against a jagged rock. Pain shot up my leg as I struggled and fought my way to the surface.
Ah, sweet air.
I breathed deeply and wiped the water from my eyes, the river roaring all around me.
Looking up, I realized that Stacie had lost her grip of the rope and was plummeting towards the water with a piercing scream. I had already drifted over thirty yards from where I originally landed. Kicking hard and forcing my arms through the coursing water, I swam upstream to get to her. Unfortunately, the tide pushed me back three feet for every one I gained, and I quickly changed my tactics.
Eyes darting frantically around for a branch or something to grab onto, I focused on a moss covered rope stretching across the river about ten yards away. I used my energy to move toward it and latched on, allowing it to hold me in place. Water pounded against my chest as I became a new obstacle for it to move around.
Stacie bobbed to the surface and moved rapidly down the river. I pulled myself along the slippery rope to the spot where I thought I’d meet her. When she was only a few feet away, I reached out.
“Stacie!”
She saw me, her hands desperately reaching toward mine. I wasn’t certain if she saw the rope or not, so, as her fingers touched mine, I pushed the rope down so that it would catch her around the waist. I pulled myself closer to her and gripped her hand more firmly in case she slipped away.
Once I made certain she was secured against the rope, I breathed a little easier. “Are you okay?”
She nodded, though her face was white with fear.
“Hold onto the rope, and pull yourself to the other side.”
“I don’t know if I can, Andy.”
“Yes you can. We don’t have any other choice.”
Tears streamed down her face.
“You have to try, Stacie. I’ll be right behind you.”
She nodded and carefully turned. Her knuckles turned white against the rope as she placed hand after hand on the rope. I glanced up and saw the boys scrambling down the side of the cliff. Looking closely, I noticed a little path that may have been an easier way down than the direct drop I had taken into the river.
So much being observant.
I turned my attention back to Stacie as we made our way out of the water. Once safely on the rocks of the shore, we collapsed with exhaustion.
“Thank you,” she whispered. “That was very brave.”
“It was out of character, I’ll give you that.”
She giggled. “What made you do that?”
I laughed. “I have no idea.”
We laughed together for a few seconds. Looking up again, the rope looked lots higher up than the ten feet I’d originally thought. Then again, perhaps that was the adrenaline talking.
“What do you want to bet Wes yells at me for jumping off the bridge?”
Stacie laughed. “No bet. I know he will.”
I smiled and sighed. “I wish he wouldn’t do it in front of Vernaun.”
Stacie looked at me, and I fought the urge to look away. “Why does Vernaun matter so much to you? You barely know him?”
“You are the one who has always pushed me toward him.”
“I only pushed you toward him because I wanted you to experience life a little more.”
“I hope this counts.”
“This definitely counts. In fact, I think you’re good on the interesting-things meter for a while.”
“I’m guessing you are, too.”
“Ha! After today, I will forever be pitied, and you will be the hero that saved your friend’s life.”
“I’d do it again.”
She smiled. “I know. I’d have done it for you, too.”
I reached over and gave her a hug. When I heard rocks and sand crunching I looked up and saw Wes dashing toward us. Our eyes met and he stopped, letting Vernaun pass him. Vernaun stopped just over us, his breath coming in short spurts.
“Andy, I think you are the craziest girl I know. If that wasn’t so intense, I’d say that was beyond awesome.”
I stood, pain shot through my leg, and I nearly crumpled to the ground. He wrapped me in a hug and gave me a quick kiss on the lips. Despite the pain, I couldn’t help but beam at his compliments. “I had to. She’s my best friend.” My eyes darted briefly to where Wes stood a little way off. The look on his face was not one of anger but relief. His eyes were red and it looked like he may cry at any moment. The reality of the entire situation suddenly weighed on my chest like a dumbbell.
I swallowed the lump in my throat and looked back to Vernaun. “I think Stacie be okay, but I need to walk around for a minute.”
His hand clasped mine. “I’ll come with you.”
I pulled my hand out of his, my shoes sloshing as my weight shifted. “Thanks, but I think I just want to be by myself for a bit. I won’t go far, and I won’t be long.”
He looked into my eyes for a moment but nodded and allowed me to walk away without a scene.
My feet moved one in front of the other; I limped beyond the line of trees. My emotions were so detached that I didn’t really see where I was going or feel pain in my leg. All I felt was shock over the situation.
I found a large rock and climbed to the top and sat with my knees pulled up under my chin, my arms wrapped around them. I didn’t realize that the tears leaked out of my eyes until I felt a finger wipe them away. I looked down and expected to see my finger, wet with tears, but instead I saw someone else’s hand. My gaze followed the arm up until I saw Wes sitting next to me.
My heart sighed. I leaned my head against his shoulder – oblivious of my wet hair and clothes – and allowed myself to cry. Once my tears had run dry, I felt another tear drip onto my face.
I looked at Wes; his eyes red and swollen, he cupped my face in his hands. His desperate plea was just a whisper. “Don’t ever do that to me again, do you understand?”
“I’m sorry,” I sobbed. “I had to help her.”
“I almost had her.”
“But she fell.”
“Only because I turned when I felt you jump off the rope. I couldn’t breathe until I knew you were okay. I have never felt so much fear in my entire life. That was by far the dumbest thing you’ve ever done.”
I pulled away. “It was dumb because it caused you pain? I had to save Stacie. She’s my friend. I would have done the same for anyone else on this trip.”
He pulled me to him again. “I know. I just can’t bear to lose you.”
My words were mumbled into his shirt. “Then why are you always pushing me away? Why don’t you support my relationship with Vernaun?”
The silence tightened with anticipation while I waited for his answer. “You know I don’t like him, but I will try to support you.”
Relief rushed over me. I squeezed him a little tighter, his touch warming my cold skin. I felt warm and safe in his arms, a feeling I realized I’d missed. He smelled of sweat and campfire, a smell I had grown to associate with him.
His hand gently rubbed by arm sending a shiver through my body. “We should get back. You need to get warm.” His voice rumbled in his chest.
I reluctantly sat up. My eyes met his, and I had sudden desire to take his face in my hands and kiss him. My heart hammered in my chest, my breath shallow and quick.
His brow wrinkled. “Are you okay?”
I tore my eyes away from his and slid down from the rock. “I’m fine.” Pain shot up my leg like an electric jolt, and I reached out to steady myself against the rock. I willed myself to breath deeply in and out, forcing away the fog that seemed to surround me.
When Wes landed beside me and took my hand in his, I looked up to him again. The desire to kiss him overwhelmed me. It consumed me.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered as my free hand reached for his face.
The whiskers on his face prickled my hand. I brushed his cheek and tangled my hand in his soft hair. A warming deep in my stomach raced through my body to my hand. I pulled his face toward mine, sealing our lips in a heated kiss. He wrapped his arms around me, desire rippled through my body stronger than the waves of the river. I pressed myself against him, aching to be closer.
He responded to my touch, his hands pressing against my back.
“Andy? Wes?”
I dropped my hands and stepped away from him, wiping my mouth. My breathing came in fast spurts, and I wrapped my arms around my chest to fight of the chill that suddenly engulfed me. Tears welled in my eyes, and I couldn’t look at Wes. I knew I had toyed with him, but the desire that still swirled in my stomach made me long to wrap myself in his arms again. I took another step back.
Stacie and Vernaun broke into my sight of vision, but their faces blurred and I tumbled to the ground in a heap.
“She’s hurt. Her leg is soaked in blood.”
“What happened?”
I felt my pant leg be shoved up my leg.
“That’s a nasty gash. We need to get her back.”
Wes was at my side, his frantic eyes searching my face. “Andy, are you all right?” His face was still flushed from our passionate exchange, and I finally recognized the look in his eyes.
Earlier Zack had told me that Wes loved me. As Wes gazed at me now I realized that he did love me; more than just as a friend. Wes’ love for me went deeper. I suddenly understood his mood swings and his quick temper.
My face flushed, and I turned my head. I couldn’t handle the guilt that weighed on my chest from this discovery. The emotions tumbled around in my body, leaking out through my eyes. Even though I finally understood how Wes felt about me, I didn’t know how I felt about him. I cared for him. I had sudden strange desires to kiss him. But I also enjoyed dating Vernaun. How was that possible?
If I continued to date Vernaun, I knew that my relationship with Wes would never be the same. It may be destroyed beyond repair. But I liked the adventures I had with Vernuan. He made me want to go out of my way to experience new things. Was it possible to enjoy the attentions of both?
Wes cradled me in his arms and lifted me. “She’s in shock.”
I couldn’t see anything beyond him; the way his jaw tightened and his eyes kept darting to my face.
Vernaun’s voice sounded like it came from the other side of a door. “We should get the girls back.”
I found my head didn’t want to do anything but lay against Wes’ shoulder. I bounced a little as he carried me, but there didn’t seem to be any major obstacles. This must be the way back to camp when the hiker failed the loop. At one point Wes stopped and handed me to Vernaun, but I think I drifted to sleep after that and didn’t wake until Wes set me in a chair in front of my cabin.
“Wake up, Andy. You’ve got to go in and get changed.”
I lifted my eyes to meet his, seeing him through a fog. I must have nodded or shown some sort of consent because he helped me into my cabin. He left and I somehow managed to change my clothes. When I was dry, I burrowed under the covers of my cot and fell asleep.

Wednesday Romance

2012-01-04T06:00:00.000-07:00

I hope you had a wonderful holiday season! Mine was nice and enjoyable! I got to see my family and spend time with great friends! I hope the start to your new year has been wonderful! Here's a little romance to kick off your new year!

Chapter 14
“Stacie, you’ve got to help me. I need to come up with something to do that’s interesting.”
Stacie stared at me for a full five seconds before she burst into laughter.
“It’s not funny!”
She wiped a tear from her eye. “Yes, it is.”
I looked around at my other friends who sat eating their lunches. Their eyes held similar mirth though their faces remained neutral.
I almost hoped Stacie would choke on her water when she gulped it down to ease her laughter. But no such luck.
“I take it your date went well last night.”
After the movie with Vernaun, we had done some site seeing and more kissing. He had driven much slower on the way back up the mountain – for which I offered many prayers of gratitude – and we didn’t arrive back at camp until around two in the morning. With it being the first day of another session of camp, I had been up early working. This was the first break I’d had all day.
“Yeah, it was good.” I plopped down across from her and pulled out my ham sandwich.
“So what’s with the urgent revival from your usual boredom?”
I would have liked to protest, but knew I would not win that battle. Instead, I swallowed the groan that lodged itself in the back of my throat and shrugged. “I like Vernaun, and if I’m boring he won’t keep me around for long.”
I didn’t look at or acknowledge Wes’ snort. I didn’t want to fight with him…again.
“I want to do something with him that will keep him interested in me. But I don’t know the area well, so I need help. What kinds of things are fun and exciting to do?”
Stacie waved her finger in the air. “I think you mean to ask, what is fun and exciting that won’t scare the begeebers out of you.”
I shrugged and took another bite of sandwich. If cliff jumping would keep Vernaun around, I’d be willing to try it.
Zack put on his sunglasses and lean back in the grass. “There’s always the loop.” The laziness in his voice made his suggestion sound nothing like the grand adventure I was looking for.
Wes wadded up his paper bag with exaggerated loudness and threw it at him. “She’d never make it out alive, Zack. I doubt even ‘The Wall’ has completed the loop.”
“Then that’s perfect.” My steady gaze dared him to contradict me. I should have known he’d try.
“Forget it, Andy. Hiking is not your thing. And obstacles? You wouldn’t last through the first part of the course.”
“Wes,” Stacie put a hand on Wes’ arm, “you need to relax.”
I ignored Stacie’s interjection every bit as much as Wes did. “Don’t tell me what I can and can’t do. If it’s something I want to do, I’m going to do it and nothing you say will stop me.”
He took a breath, his face heightening in color.
Stacie stood. “Come on, Wes.” She tugged on his arm, and after a moment he stood. He turned hard, red eyes on me, and I knew he hated me. I forced myself not to shudder.
After he left with Stacie, I groaned and rubbed my eyes. I just wanted my friend back, not this angry person that exploded every time another guy was mentioned. I didn’t understand why he was so determined to keep me in a safe little box.
I turned to Zack. “What is so bad about the loop?”
The grass and leaves crunched a little under his weight as he moved. “Nothing. It’s a hard obstacle course. Not many people can do the whole thing. Not many people try.”
“Is it dangerous?”
“If you were alone. You could easily fall and no one would know.”
“But I wouldn’t be alone. I’d be with Vernaun.”
Zack grunted.
I sat there and worried and wondered over Wes’ dramatic reaction to the activity. The very thought of his behavior made me angry. He was my best friend, not my brother or my dad. But at the rate he was going, he was quickly losing his status as best friend. I didn’t want a best friend that I fought with all the time. His exaggerated behaviors revolving around Vernaun ate at my patience like little worms creating a network of lace. Before long I feared my endurance would collapse from entertaining his theatrical mood swings.
“It’s only because he loves you.”
I blinked my thoughts away when Zack spoke. “I know. He wants to keep me safe, but I need to grow out of my comfort zone. I can’t do that with him breathing down my neck.”
Zack chuckled and shook his head. “You are so naive.”
“What?”
At that moment, Stacie walked toward us with a solemn looking Wes shuffling in her wake. He didn’t look at me, but I could tell that his temper had been curbed. I wondered if I should say something about the activity or just leave. Fortunately, Stacie took control of the situation.
“Andy, when are you done this afternoon?”
“At four.”
“Great! See if Vernaun is available, and we’ll all head over to the loop.”
My eye brows drew together. “All of us?”
“Sure. It will be fun. And I could use and outing.” Her smile made me want to believe her but a quick glance at Wes and I wasn’t so sure.
~ * ~
This isn’t so bad, I thought as I trekked up the trail of the first hill. I looked over to Vernaun, and he smiled. We made quite a crowd as the six of us hiked up the hill.
Zack hadn’t come with us. He’d claimed he didn’t get done until five, but I wondered if Jessica was still dangling a carrot in front of him and making him jump through hoops. He was like a puppet when it came to her.
Stacie and Wes had both come. I guessed that inviting themselves along was a compromise they had made. It was the only way Wes would allow me to go – although I would have come anyway and not told him. And this was Stacie’s way of making it not look like Wes was being overly protective. I sighed. Oh well. In some ways, it was nice to have my friends enjoy this with me.
One of Vernaun’s friends, Jared, and his girlfriend, Nikki had decided to come along with us as well. I wondered if Nikki would last the entire hike. From the things Zack had told me earlier, I gathered that it was an intense course. No doubt Nikki would break a nail or something.
I listened as everyone clomped up the hill, their laughter and quiet conversations drifting over the welcomed breeze. The longer the hill extended, the steeper it seemed to get. My breathing became more ragged as I pushed myself further up the hill.
“I forgot this first hill was so long,” Jared huffed behind me.
At the moment, I wouldn’t have been offended, or surprised, if anyone wanted to call it quits and go get ice cream. I immediately thrust that thought away. I was determined to be exciting not boring and unoriginal. “Could someone tell me what other things are on this course?”
Vernaun looked over at me. “You’ve never done this before?”
“Nope. Zack told me about it. I don’t get out of my booth much.”
He smiled and wrapped his arm around me. “I’m glad you asked me to come along. I tried this my first summer here, but we never finished, and I haven’t had time since.”
I heard Wes mutter something that sounded less than complimentary as he walked behind us. I decided to ignore him.
Just then, we rounded the top of the hill. My mouth fell open at the field of boulders that stretched in front of us. “Wow.”
Stacie came up beside me. “Is there a way around it?”
Vernaun chuckled. “I think you can go around, but the trees are thick on both sides. The point is to go over it.”
“Over it?” Nikki squeaked.
The hill sloped down for about twenty yards where the field of boulders lay in a little valley, like marshmallow mounds over a giant pan of brownies. I started down the hill and approached the first boulder. It stood taller than me by several feet. Moving to a smaller one, I soon discovered they were all about the same height.
“How do we go over them?” Stacie stood beside me looking up at the monstrous rocks.
Taking a step closer, I noticed that there were little grooved cut into one of the boulders. Gripping them, I placed my feet in the lower ones and climbed the rock like a ladder. When I reached the top, I looked down and smiled. A wave of adrenaline rushed over me. Climbing the rock hadn’t been nearly as difficult as I’d imagined.
I looked down and could see the others following me, so I continued forward. The boulders dipped and curved; each one butting up against another. When I got to the edge of the valley, I expected another set of hand holds, but there were none. Looking across at the other boulders, I didn’t see any either.
“Now what? Are we stuck up here forever?”
I looked back and tried not to roll my eyes as Nikki came up behind me with a panic stricken face.
Before an answer came to mind, Vernaun sat and slid down the rock. I smiled and followed. He caught my waist at the bottom and gave me a quick squeeze before setting me down to help Stacie. When we were all on the earthen ground once more, we started up the hill.
After the boulder adventure, I was eager to see what else lay ahead. The boulders hadn’t seemed dangerous, just difficult. But Zack had said the loop was dangerous, so I put one foot in front of the other, anxious to see what other obstacles lay ahead.
Coming to the top of the hill, I felt like the ground might drop out from under my feet. Earlier I’d thought I might go cliff diving if Vernaun had wanted to. As I stood at the edge of this small cliff looking down, I changed my mind. Stretching out in front of me was a small canyon with a wide, deep, and fast flowing river. We stood ten feet above it with three ropes for a bridge.
I gulped.
“You have got to be kidding me!”
I hadn’t meant to say that out loud. When Vernaun turned around, I realized with a sigh of relief that I hadn’t. I turned to see that Nikki was breathing heavily and looking like she might pass out. Jared put an arm around her, trying to comfort her as she sat. “It wont’ be so bad, Nik.”
“There is no way I am going across that!”
Wes’ brows knit together. “What did you think the loop was?”
She stood and shrieked. “I don’t know. I thought it was a little hike. In a circle! I didn’t realize it was a death trap.”
Wes inclined his head. “You do know that this trail is off limits to campers. When we were hired we signed a contract saying we can’t hold the camp liable for anything that may happen to us on this trail. There’s a reason for those rules.”
She glared at him and turned to Jared. “Take me back. Now!”
Jared’s shoulders slumped, and he threw an apologetic look at Vernaun. “See you later, dude.”
Vernaun put an arm around me and muttered in my ear. “I’m glad you’re made of tougher stuff than that.”
His breath tickled my ear, and I had to work hard not to giggle at the sensation. “Who’s first?” I looked around at my friends and Vernaun. I could tell that Stacie was feeling about as brave as Nikki. Wes seemed to be glaring at Vernaun, who seemed oblivious to everything but me. “I’ll do it.” I turned and moved to the rope.
“Wait.”
I looked over my shoulder and saw Wes approaching.
“I’ll go.” The look in his eyes was so intense that I knew he only wanted to go first to make sure it was safe. For me.
He gripped the ropes that were waist high, one on either side of his body, and placed his foot on the rope on his feet. For some reason he had become my protector; more so than normal. Zack had told me it was because Wes loved me. In that moment, I wondered if Wes loved me more than just a friend. The absurdity of that thought made me snort, and I walked a little closer to the ropes as Wes neared the other side.
Wes landed safely on the other side of the river. I inhaled deeply and reached for the ropes, tentatively placing my foot on the third one. I took one step, then two, then three. This wasn’t so bad. I looked up at Wes who paced on the other side. He cupped his hands around his mouth. “Push your arms out a bit to keep the ropes tight.”
It felt like I was walking on a tight rope wire. And as long as I focused on the rope instead of the river below, my hysterics didn’t overtake me. The further toward the middle I got the more wobbly and unsteady I felt – like a plate of jello during an earthquake. I could hear everyone on both sides of me encouraging me on and offering various pieces of advice.
I leaned dangerously to the right and my heart threatened to beat out of my chest with fear. The river rushed beneath me, rocks cutting their surface and beckoning me. Stacie screamed and I heard Wes’ voice roar above the pulsing blood in my ears. “Keep your feet moving! Andromeda! Look at me and keep moving!”
Automatically, I looked up and put one foot in front of the other. I hated that he used my real name, but it had probably saved my life. I watched him as he continued to encourage me forward. Within no time, I made it to solid ground a breathed a sigh of relief as I took three steps away from the rope.
Wes seized me and wrapped his arms protectively around me. My arms instinctively wrapped around him as well as a sense of relief seized me. I felt giddy with delight for having accomplished something so daring.
I could hear Wes muttering something into my hair, but I couldn’t make out what he said. Suddenly, I heard Vernaun yell, and I turned to look across the river. Stacie was on the rope and leaning precariously to the left. I yelled for her to keep moving and not look down. Wes hollered something too.
Stacie picked up her foot to move it and slipped off the rope. She hung from the top two ropes but I knew that her arms wouldn’t be able to hold on for long. Vernaun and Wes raced for the ropes to help her up, and I followed close behind. The rope creaked beneath my feet as all three of us stood on it and Stacie dangled from the hand holds like a bell jingling on the reigns of a horse.
For some reason I knew the boys wouldn’t reach her in time. I knew she was going to fall. Looking down into the river below me, I made sure that I was well away from the bank below and let go of the rope.

Wednesday Romance

2011-12-21T06:00:00.000-07:00

I hope everyone is gearing up for the holidays!! I know I am! I'm almost ready for Christmas!!!! I hope you have a wonderful Christmas!!

Chapter 13
That evening, I found myself bouncing down the mountain road in the front seat of one of the camp’s jeeps. The top was down, and the breeze whipped my hair around like a mermaid goddess surrounded by a school of angry fish. I wish I felt as beautiful as a mermaid goddess. As it was, I gripped the edge of my seat, praying that my seat belt would hold against the turbulence of the dirt road and I would not be ejected like a popping kernel of popcorn.
The drive into town wasn’t long, but the roads off the mountain were winding and narrow enough to make any girl cower in fear. I think I may have handled it better if Wes had been driving but not much. I had driven with him for years and felt comfortable with him. Driving with Vernaun felt like I was in some action movie where the scenes kept flashing between action and more action.
By the time we arrived at the movie palace, my breath was coming in short gasps, and I had to consciously pry my fingers from the permanent grooves they had created in the cushion of the seat.
I looked to Vernaun when he let out a burst of whooping laughter.
“Wasn’t that fun?”
My eyes widened in horror at the word ‘fun’ being used to describe our ride. Still, I found myself nodding to appease him.
“I love that drive!” He hopped out of the jeep and came around to open my door.
I stepped out of the jeep on unsteady legs. I’m not sure that I would have fallen, but Vernaun put his hands around my waist anyway. I smiled up at him, he put his arm around me, and we walked into the theater together.
“How did you get away with bringing me here?”
His eyes twinkled with a secret delight. “I do it all the time.”
“I know. But how do you get away with it? No one else does.”
When his smile widened, I wondered if I really wanted to know the answer. Knowing who I was going out with, he probably charmed the favor out of Meghan or something. A little voice in my head tried to place doubt mind, but I shoved it away.
Vernaun paid for the movie, and as we walked through the lobby, hand in hand, I heard a familiar squeal of laughter. I turned my head and saw Aubrey and a couple other camp leaders standing in the line for popcorn. They waved us over. I fought the groan that welled in my chest. The last person I wanted to see while on my date was Aubrey.
As we neared, her eyes twinkled when she looked at Vernaun. She ignored me entirely.
She slapped an affectionate hand onto his chest and snuggled close to him. “I can’t believe we ran into you here!”
I glared at her and stepped closer to him. This was my date. I wanted to yell at her to get her grubby hands off my man!
He looked down at me and smiled. “I wanted to do something fun with Andy.”
I watched Aubrey take a small step back as though she were shocked he would mention another girl to her. Her eyes dart toward me with malice before shining back up at Vernaun. “Why don’t you guys sit with us?”
I looked to the other leaders who grinned and batted their lashes in silly seduction. Was that the sort of thing that actually swayed guys to do a girls’ bidding? Probably not. None of these girls had many relationships, and not from a lack of trying.
I wrapped my arms around Vernaun and attempted a sweet voice. “Actually, I was thinking we’d probably sit in the back so we wouldn’t disturb anyone.” I could feel Vernaun’s heart pound beneath my hand. I looked up and he smiled down at me. Nervousness washed over me as I realized what I’d just committed myself to.
Aubrey’s lips pierced together in an unattractive frown. It looked like she might say something else, but Vernaun cut her off with a pat on the head. “Thanks for the offer, Aubrey, but I think Andy’s right. We’d just like to be alone tonight.”
The heat that suffused Aubrey’s face made her head look like it might explode. I tried not to gloat as Vernaun led me toward the end of the lobby.
“I guess we won’t need popcorn after all,” he said with a chuckle.
I gulped the lump that had formed in the back of my throat. I’d seen couples sit in the back of the theater kissing throughout the entire movie before and always thought it a waste of money. After all, if you wanted a make out session, why pay for it? Why not go to a park or something. Oh well. It was too late now. I was the one who made this bed; I deserved to sleep in it.
The movie theater was packed. The only seats available in groups were a couple on the far side in the very back or a few in the front row. There were also a few single seats sprinkled throughout the middle. I gripped Vernaun’s hand as he led me to the back row. My heart sputtered in my chest like a car threatening to flood the engine. Could a person die from such erratic heart beats? They were making me short of breath. I prayed Vernaun wouldn’t turn around and think that I was becoming light headed by his presence; or maybe worse, take me home.
When we arrived at our seats, he grinned at me and moved the arm rest up. He pulled me close and put his arm around me and laced our fingers together. I leaned into him and hoped that this was all the more that would happen during the movie.
Neither of us said anything during the previews and as the movie came on. I saw Aubrey walk in with her friends and saw her search for us. I sunk a little lower in my seat but I don’t think she saw us anyway. Well, perhaps she did, but there were no seats near us. She looked reluctant to sit in the front, but there were not a lot of other options open to her.
I found that I had a hard time focusing on the movie. The thought that Vernaun probably wanted to spend the entire time kissing kept my attention on the heat and tension building between our bodies as opposed to the tension developing on the movie.
As the movie progressed, his hands started caressing my arms, sending chills down my spine. Of course, this just caused him to wrap his arms more tightly around me. “Are you cold?” His whisper tickled my ear.
“A little.” I shrugged.
He rubbed his hands up and down my arms more quickly, and I found that it did help to warm me, although I wasn’t really that cold, despite the air conditioned room.
About half way through the movie, he chuckled and my head bounced as his chest vibrated with the sound. I looked closely at the screen, but the fist fight did not seem like a likely reason for a laugh. So I looked up at him to question his thoughts. He returned my gaze, and the desire in his eyes startled me.
I almost looked away, but his hand cupped my face and caressed my cheek. I was a little surprised by my growing desire to kiss him. It was strange to think that a couple hours earlier I had been standing in the dark of the forest with Wes and Stacie being tutored in the art of kissing. Even stranger was remembering the desire I had felt for my best friend. I now seemed to be feeling a similar rush of adrenaline toward Vernaun.
Could I really feel so much excitement and exhilaration from being kissed by two different guys? And if so, what did that mean? Every girl loved Vernaun. He was ‘The Wall.’ He was the guy every parent wanted their little girl to fall in love with; kind, polite, handsome, athletic. What better icon could a girl ask for? Thinking of him in this manner made my sight a little fuzzy. Apparently I was every bit as smitten with him as any other girl.
But Wes?
I blinked, trying to focus on Vernaun instead. Unfortunately, my mind wouldn’t cooperate.
My feelings for Wes were something I could not explain. Yes, I did love him. He had been my best friend for longer than I could remember. But I had never thought about him romantically. I didn’t even know if it was possible for me to feel that way toward him – until today when he had kissed me. Remembering his kiss shot sparks of heat down my spine, and I closed my eyes to collect myself.
When Vernaun’s lips crushed mine with a surprising amount of force, my eyes shot open. With my mind on my jumbled up emotions, I hadn’t realized that his kiss would come so suddenly. As his lips coaxed mine into a seductive dance, I relaxed into him, my eyes drifting closed once more. His touch was pleasant and his lips worked soothing magic over mine. The fluttering butterflies in my stomach twirled and then settled in a warm blanket over my heart. Kissing Vernaun was a pleasant experience, though I couldn’t help but be aware of the sudden bursts of sound from the movie and the side of the arm rest that had slipped and now dug into my arm.
He pulled away with a smile on his face, his eyes wandering over my face. I could tell he was trying to gauge my reaction to him, so I tried to smile. Before today, it had been a long time since I had been kissed, but I still remembered that a guy liked to receive that instant gratification that their affection was well received. The look on my face must have pleased him because his smile widened, and he leaned in and kissed me again.
I didn’t know if I was grateful or not that Vernaun continued to kiss me for the remainder of the movie. While I enjoyed his affections, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of loss at having paid for the movie and not watching it. On the other hand, I knew that if Aubrey were to look back, she would see us making out and would no longer question Vernaun’s loyalty to me. Then again, he had so many girlfriends so often that maybe that wasn’t a very good determinant in the matter. I had seen him kissing any number of girls; just because this was my week did not make me any more or less special than any other girl who had captured his eye.
So perhaps the real question was not his loyalty to me, but mine to him. What was it about me that attracted him in the first place? He had sought me out because I had bested him in a competition. For some reason, I didn’t think that doing that all the time would endear me to him. But perhaps it was the adventure that held the allure for him.
I mulled that in my head for a bit. Because of his history of girlfriends, he knew what girls liked. But had any of them ever taken the time to know what he liked? After all, there was only so much romance guys could endure at a time. Maybe the secret to keeping Vernaun interested wasn’t to allow him to do all the work, but too feed some of his interests as well.
If I could find something to do that could fan the flame of his interest, he wouldn’t become bored with me as he had with so many other girls. So it was up to me to decide if I wanted to stick by his side long term or not.

Updates

2011-12-05T06:00:00.000-07:00

I haven't been very good about blogging lately. Even my Wednesday Romances have been sporadic at best. I appreciate all of you who diligently seek me out anyway, despite my slacking ways.

It has been a rough second half of the year for me. My husband and I moved my family back to Wyoming, which we have really enjoyed! We are living with my in-laws while we are building our house and will probably be here until May (since things didn't go so smoothly, and we haven't started yet.) It's stressful at times, but not horrid, and we are making it work.

I also started working full time, which minimized my writing. Since then I got a part time position as a personal banker at a local bank. I have absolutely LOVED it!! I get to take my kids to school and pick them up and be home with them all evening! It's been great! I have been struggling to find time to fit in all my writing, but I'm slowly making it work.

This last month I have started submitting Sweet Ivy again. It has gone through some massive rewrites and I'm hoping things will go well for it this time around!

I am currently working on a couple fantasy stories, along with thinking about writing a sequel to Sweet Ivy and finishing the sequel to The Tiger, Unleashed. I've also been thinking about rewriting A Cold Heart and submitting it to publishers, but I'm still thinking about what to do there.

Amid everything, I have been doing lots of reading. I find that reading something I enjoy really helps my writing and helps my imagination run wild. Sometimes if I am stuck in my writing, I read a good book, and I can usually get back up and writing. So, now since I've had a lengthy reading vacation, perhaps I can make everything work out in my stories too! At least I can hope!

I hope everyone everyone is gearing up for the Christmas holiday! This is my favorite time of year!! I can't promise any new books between now and then, although I may have my new Wednesday Romance available for sale soon. I'll keep you posted on that. Before I can publish it, I really need to come up with a title! If you've been reading along, I'm open for suggestions.

Happy reading!

Princess of the Midnight Ball by Jessica Day George

2011-12-02T06:00:00.001-07:00

I just finished reading Princess of the Midnight Ball by Jessica Day George. I really enjoy reading retellings of fairy tales, and this one was no exception. This is a retelling of The Twelve Dancing Princesses.

Blurb:

Rose is one of twelve princesses forced to dance through the night in an underground palace. The key to breaking the spell lies in magic knitting needles, an invisibility cloak, and—of course—true love. Inspired by "The Twelve Dancing Princesses,"this novel is as captivating as it is fresh. Enchanted readers are sure to clamor for the new companion, Princess of Glass, also publishing this season.

My Take:

I can't tell you how fun this was to read. I haven't read anything like this in quite a while, so maybe that's why it was so much fun! It is very similar to other books I've read with the same story line, but I enjoyed this one more than most. The hero, Galen, is an ex-soldier working in the palace gardens when he meets the oldest princess, Rose. They don't encounter each other much and don't fall in love right away, but it's very sweet how he dotes on her and finds ways to give her gifts without the others realizing he's interested in her. This is a story about endurance and cleverness and love. This would be a great book to read on a winter's day with nothing to do. I highly recommend it!

Happy reading!

Wednesday Romance

2011-11-30T06:00:00.000-07:00

It's finally here!! The chapter we've all been waiting for! Or at least the chapter I've been waiting for! I LOVE writing chapters like this! They are SO much fun! Enjoy!

Chapter 12
Wes and I left the booth and began walking toward the cabins. The afternoon was peaceful until a flock of birds squawked and flew into the air. About that same time, Stacie came running through the trees, her arms waving wildly as though the trees were attacking her.
Suddenly she stopped with a deep look of concern on her face. “Andy, are you ready for tonight?”
“Um….”
“You’re going on a date tonight. With Vernaun.”
I nodded. “I know.”
“To the movies.”
“What? Is that allowed?”
“I don’t know. I overheard Vernaun telling Josh that he was taking you into town for a movie. I guess he’s done it before, and it’s never been a problem.”
I avoided Wes’s eye. The last thing I needed was a lecture on how Vernaun would never come up with something original to do with me. I would always be doing something another girl had already done with him. While that didn’t bother me too much, I didn’t feel up to hearing about it.
Still, the thought of leaving the camp with Vernaun left my heart hammering in my chest. My palms grew sweaty, and I shifted from one foot to the other.
Not really knowing what to say, I nodded instead.
Apparently, Stacie wasn’t satisfied with that response. “Andy, do you know what that means?”
One of my shoulders quirked up. “I will have a good time?”
“Oh, Andy! You are too naive.” She raised her eye brows and looked at Wes. I think she wanted his help with something, but he kept his face neutral. Instead of enlisting his help, she slumped and then immediately stood straight again. “Come on, the both of you. We have work to do.” She grabbed both our arms and led us into the trees.
“We already practiced. Right Wes? Tell her.”
“We did, Stace.”
She stooped under a branch and turned just a bit. “And what did you practice?”
I glanced at him and was startled by the strange crease between his eyebrows. But he spoke before I could. “Conversation.”
Stacie shook her head and continued to pull us into the woods. She didn’t stop until we stood in a group of tight trees that blocked out most of the sun. If I’d been lost in this part of the woods, I would have been sure it was night, or in the very least, late evening.
I waved my hand in the air eyeing her warily though somewhat curiously. “What is it we have to practice in this secluded, dark section of wood that we can’t do back at camp?”
“I had to create a scene.”
Wes rolled his eyes. “You certainly did that.” He turned and took a step, but Stacie grabbed his arm.
“Stay here. You promised to help.”
“What if I don’t really want to do this?”
“It doesn’t matter, Wes. We’re doing this for Andy.”
He looked at me with such sorrow in his eyes that I almost reached out for him. Then his head dropped, and so did his voice. I almost didn’t hear him as he said, “This is going to ruin our friendship.”
I wanted to reassure him that nothing could destroy our friendship, but ever since Vernaun started coming around, our friendship had been rocky. So I kept my mouth shut.
Stacie either didn’t hear Wes, or chose to ignore him. “You’ve just gotten out of the movie.” She turned to me and said in a stage whisper, “And you’ve held his hand through the move.”
Heat flooded my face, and I was grateful for the dim light.
“Wes, take her hand so she has an idea of what it’s like.”
Embarrassment weighed on my shoulders like a bear rug. When I looked at him, I was afraid he may not take my hand. In the very same moment, I was afraid that he would.
He looked up at me with a tight lipped smile. I wondered what his thoughts were. I was so used to being able to read them that I found it disconcerting that I couldn’t guess them now. Still, I was a little surprised when he took my hand in his and laced his fingers through mine. Surprised by the pain in his eyes, I found my mouth dry and unable to say anything.
“Good! Now take a step closer.”
I found my feet stuck to the ground and felt a hand at my back. At first I thought it was Stacie, but was startled when I realized Wes had not only taken a step forward, he had wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me toward him. I gripped his arms to keep my balance.
Everywhere he touched my body felt like it was on fire, a fire with fingers leaping and extending around my body in an electric embrace. My body burned, and I didn’t understand what that meant. I simply knew that somewhere deep within me I longed for something I’d never known I’d been missing.
Fear kept me from looking into Wes’ face. My body was an inferno flaring out of control. I suddenly wanted to put my arms around him, but resisted, shy to feel such an urge of desire for him. I finally found the courage to look at him when his finger lifted my chin. His face was closer to mine than I’d thought it should be. Was that because we were closer in height than I’d ever realized, or was he bending toward me? I couldn’t tell. My vision became somewhat blurred around the edges, and I couldn’t see anything except his eyes.
And his lips.
My tongue darted out of my mouth to wet my lips. It was only then that I realized that Wes was going to kiss me. Is this what Stacie had in mind? I couldn’t hear her, and I couldn’t tear my eyes away from Wes. The only thought in my fuzzy brain was that I wanted Wes to kiss me.
His head lowered, and my eye lids lowered but did not close. For some reason, I wanted to see him as his lips touch mine. Rather than kiss me immediately, however, his lips hovered over mine. I could feel his heavy, quick breaths on my face. I looked up into his eyes, wondering what he was waiting for. Did he not feel the same intensity and need that I did?
I could finally read the look in his eyes again. He was scared. I finally understood his earlier comment. He was afraid that if he kissed me, we would not be able to be friends any longer. Addled as my brain was, I couldn’t understand why not. The feel of his arms around me was something I thoroughly enjoyed, and my mind would not allow me to think beyond this very moment.
Lacing my arms over his shoulders and around his neck, I pulled myself toward him and lifted my lips to his in a soft kiss. His lips were gentle, and his arms banded around me tighter. I relaxed against him, and his lips began moving against mine, coaxing them open in an ageless dance. A shiver ran through my body as he deepened our kiss. I couldn’t help running my fingers through his hair. I heard a groan rumble in his chest, and he slowly began to lessen our exchange before cutting it off entirely.
When he stepped away from me, I felt cold and unsteady on my feet. I reached out and grabbed a tree to regain my balance. Looked at Wes, I expecting to see a similar reaction but was surprised to see him looking angrily at Stacie.
He held his arms out from his sides. “Is that it?”
I finally looked at Stacie who was standing with wide eyes and a gaping mouth. She continued to look between me and Wes and then nodded once.
I stepped back as Wes stormed off in the direction we had come, muttering something under his breath.
Stacie let out a breath of air, recapturing my attention.
“I’ve been kissed before, you know.”
She nodded, still in a bit of daze. “I just thought it would be good to brush up on your skills.”
I gave a strangled laugh. “I hope I passed.”
When she turned her eyes on me, it was like she was seeing me for the first time. “I’m sorry. I had no idea.”
“What?”
She shook her head, and gazed after Wes again. “No wonder he hated Jason so much.”

Bitter Blessings by Christine Mehring

2011-11-28T06:00:00.000-07:00

I hope everyone had a WONDERFUL Thanksgiving!! One of my favorite things to have is lemon meringue pie. And my dad ALWAYS makes the best!! Now it's on to Christmas Candy! (Yesterday I made peanut brittle and raspberry swirl cheesecake.) But perhaps I'll write more about that another time.

I have also been reading a lot lately! I haven't even had much time to write because I've been reading. Here's a review for one of my recent readings.

I was thrilled to receive an advanced copy of Bitter Blessings and read through it. Christine Mehring is a gifted author who has a good sense of writing well rounded characters. Here's the blurb for the book.

Blurb:

Megan has the perfect life, but when her mother dies in an accident, everything spins out of control. With the rest of her family falling apart, Megan must confront her past to uncover the truths that will keep everyone together. Thought-provoking and heartfelt, this book shows that even in times of trial, you can often find blessings.

My Take:

I was stunned at how real everything felt while I read this. I don't always enjoy this type of book because it feels too real to endure. But I was impressed with the emotions Mehring was able to provoke in me as I read this. It is a touching story of faith and courage. (You may need to keep a box of tissues nearby.) This story contained a bit of romance, heartache, and some soul searching. In the end, it was an enjoyable book illustrating the bonds of family.

If you would like to purchase a copy of Bitter Blessings visit Christine Mehring's website.

Happy reading!!

Wednesday Romance

2011-11-16T17:36:00.003-07:00

I tried to post these earlier, but my computer wasn't cooperating and I was running late to work. So, better late than never! Here's our Wednesday Romance this week! I'm kind of excited about seeing what they do with this movie! And if you've read the Twilight books, it's always interesting to see how the movies turn out.

Happy Wednesday!

Wednesday Romance

2011-11-09T06:00:00.000-07:00

In case you don't remember what happened in our last installment, here's Chapter 10. Happy reading!

Chapter 11
I had no sooner closed the door to the booth when it came crashing open. I turned to see Wes, red faced and breathing deeply. It looked like he was ready to tear something apart. I hoped it wasn’t me.
“Andy, what do you think you’re doing?”
“Getting ready for tomorrow?” My voice sounded squeaky.
He closed his eyes and inhaled. I knew from experience that he was counting in order to calm down. When his eyes opened, I was shocked by the seething emotion still burning in them.
“With Vernaun,” he growled through clenched teeth.
I sighed and sat down. “Wes I really don’t want to get into this with you right now.” I turned my back on him and hoped he’d go away.
“Why would you let him kiss you in front of the booth where anyone could happen by and see?”
I shook my head. “No one ever comes by unless they have to.”
“I do.”
“You’re my friend. If I wasn’t here, you would never come either.”
“I’m you’re friend, and that’s why I don’t want to walk over to see you and watch you make out with The Wall.”
I turned to face him. “I wasn’t making out with him.”
“Well it wasn’t a short little peck either.”
I stood, irritation flooding my veins. “Of course it wasn’t a peck. I like him, and he likes me. Couples kiss. That’s what they do, Wes. So I suggest you get used to it, because whether you like it or not, I want to be with Vernaun.”
He closed his eyes, and his entire body shook for a minute. When his eyes opened again, I could see the fight had drained out of him. He nodded and turned.
I sat back down and turned to the soundboard. I heard the door open and struggled to keep the tears in my eyes. Originally I had planned to not let Vernaun take the place of my friends. I would have chosen Wes, but ever since Vernaun came along, Wes and I couldn’t seem to get along. I had to make a choice. Wes was always encouraging me to date and broaden my horizons, so I didn’t understand his current behavior. I sighed and turned to my files.
I jumped when he spoke. “I just want to see you happy, and he only thinks of his happiness.”
Slowly, I turned. “If you want me to be happy, why don’t you help me win him instead of jumping down my throat all the time? I’m tired of fighting with you.”
He hung his head for a minute then lifted his eyes and held his arms out to the side. “What do you want me to help with?”
I shrugged. “Stacie says I don’t know how to flirt.”
“You don’t.”
“I tried today.”
One of his brows lifted, and I know he didn’t believe me. “Show me.”
“I don’t know.” I went and stood beside him. “We were walking along, just talking.”
He smiled down at me as though he found the situation humorous.
I slugged him in the side. “It’s not funny.”
His smile only broadened. “And that’s not flirting.”
My rolling eyes answered him. “I did not hit him. I told him I could teach him to play cribbage.”
A pained look crossed his face. I had taught Wes how to play, and we often retreated to a quiet corner on a rainy day with our cards. The message was loud and clear; he felt replaced. Fortunately, he didn’t say anything about that. I’m not sure how I would have answered him anyway.
“How did you ask him?”
“I think I said it like this.” I cleared my throat and latched onto his arm. I tried to bat my lashes, too and envision Vernaun. “I could teach you to play.”
The twinkle in his eyes set me on the defense.
“What did I do wrong?”
He folded in half, laughing.
I placed my hands on my hips and frowned as he placed his on his thighs.
“Did you really say it just like that?” he asked between bursts of hysteria.
“As close as I can remember, yes.”
He shook his head and wiped the tears from his eyes. Then he did something he hadn’t done since Vernaun started coming around. Wes wrapped his arms around me and squeezed. “Oh, Andy! You are so precious.”
Now before you go thinking this was a tender moment, it wasn’t. Remember what I just said? About his laughing at me? His mirth carried over to this moment, and it was anything but tender. It made me feel more like a hopeless case than a beloved friend.
I pushed away from him. “If that wasn’t flirting, how am I supposed to do it?”
He wiped more moisture from his eyes. “I don’t know, sweetheart, but that wasn’t it.”
“Hmph.” I walked back over to my chair and slouched.
“Maybe Stacie could give you some pointers.”
I stuck my tongue out at him.
One last chuckled erupted from his chest, and he held his hand out for me. “Now come here, and we’ll do some more work.”
I stood, hesitantly. “Like what?”
“Like your conversation. First of all, you never go on and on about yourself.”
“I don’t.”
He nodded. “Good. But since you’re dating Vernaun, you can’t let him go on and on either. Even though that’s all he does.”
My eyes narrowed, but I chose to ignore his last jibe. “If I’m not talking about me and he’s not talking about him, then how is that conversation?”
“You can talk about yourself, just don’t forget to talk about him. Let’s practice.” He straightened his shoulders. “I hear that math is your favorite subject. Why do you like it so much?”
It was my turn to laugh. “That is so fake! You can’t talk like that. Vernaun would never talk like that.”
He shrugged and mumbled something under his breath. “Well, assuming he did, how would you respond?”
I shook my head. “I can’t do this, Wes. You know everything about me. It’s just not real. And it’s not real standing here like this forcing the conversation.”
“How will you learn to be yourself and converse without practice?”
“I don’t know. But this won’t teach me.”
He sighed.
My heart warmed as I considered what he was trying to do for me. And I really do think he was trying. But we had been friends forever. Our conversation came naturally. There was no way I would ever feel as comfortable with anyone as I did with Wes. He was like the brother I never had. He knew everything about me. For that reason, I didn’t see how this was supposed to work.
“I’m sorry. I really need to get these scripts and things put back together.” I smiled. “Thanks for the lesson.”
“Do you need some help?”
“You don’t have anything else to do?”
“Nope. I got everything done while you were tripping over The Wall.”
I turned and thrust my finger into his chest. “Don’t start or I will eject you from this room.”
A smile snaked across his face. “Just how do you propose on doing that?”
I growled, knowing he was far stronger than I was. “Don’t push me and you won’t have to find out.”
He chuckled and reached for a stack of papers. “So what did you do with Mr. Wonderful?” I glared at him, but he held up his hands in surrender. “I was just trying to be nice.”
I sighed. “It was fine.”
“Nope. See, there, you should have told me what you did, but not with so much detail to make me bored. Just enough so that I know you had fun, and I know what you did. You can leave out the kissing and hand holding stuff. Save that for a more appreciative audience.”
“Like Stacie?”
“Exactly. Stacie would love those kinds of details. I, on the other hand, would not.”
I took his advice and filed it away in my brain to examine later. “Okay. We went to the creek to eat lunch. The water is very cold, by the way.”
“How long did you last before you ran for shore?”
“That’s not very funny, you know. Maybe I stayed in there for a very long time.”
“Did you?”
I considered making something up, but he knew me too well. “I only made it about five minutes.”
He laughed. “You must really like him. Stacie made it a whole minute before she high tailed it out of there.”
I couldn’t help but laugh with him. “Do you think that will ever wear off?”
“What?”
“You know, feeling like I have to do something I wouldn’t normally do.”
He set the stack of papers back on the desk. “Do you feel that way when you’re with him?”
“Usually.”
He opened his mouth to say something and then closed it. When he opened his mouth again, I knew he’d altered what he had originally planned to say. “Maybe you’ll feel more comfortable with time.”
I smiled. “Thank you. You really are my very best friend.”
The look in his eyes made my heart flutter. In all the years I’d known him, he’d never looked at me like that. It was a look that made me feel like a stuffed turkey on Thanksgiving Day or an ancient crown on a pedestal in some museum.
Within a handful of seconds, the intensity of his gaze altered and he smiled his good natured grin. He again picked up the stack of papers he’d been holding. “What do you want me to do with these?”
For the next hour, I worked side by side with Wes, organizing the little booth. We laughed and talked about nothing serious, but occasionally, my mind couldn’t help but drift back to the charged moment when he had looked at me so intently. I shook it off and refused to let my mind dwell on it. Perhaps he was melancholy about losing his friend to another guy. Whatever had caused that look, I wouldn’t think on it. We were getting along, and that was what mattered most.

Wednesday Romance

2011-11-02T06:00:00.000-06:00

This week, I thought I'd share with you how and where I got my start as an author.
My journey began nine years ago. About this time of year, my mother-in-law gave me a book to read. I hadn't read for enjoyment and pleasure in years (maybe ever.) The book was A Heavenly Surrender by Marcia Lynn McClure. (Some of you may have read her books before.) I loved the book so much, I searched and searched for another book by Marcia. I finally found The Visions of Ransom Lake and Shackles of Honor. I read them over and over. The following year, Dusty Britches came out. Since then, Marcia has had oodles of books published, and I own I have read them all! :) (Yes, I'm that big of a romance nerd!!)
After reading Marcia's books, I realized I had a passion for writing and creating romantic stories. I began reading more and broadening my horizons. Now I read as often as I can and write whenever I have a chance. Not only are Marcia's books clean, they don't profess any religious preference, which I find to be a nice change. I like to forget everything when I read, and her books help me escape.
So today, for our Wednesday Romance, I hope you will stop over and visit Marcia Lynn McClure's web page and blog. She has several new books out and contests going. Go discover the woman who has inspired me and so many others!
Next week, make sure to visit me here as I will have a new chapter to our story!

Love and Laughter!

The Outer Edge of Heaven by Jaclyn M. Hawkes

2011-10-30T06:00:00.001-06:00

I just finished reading The Outer Edge of Heaven by Jaclyn M. Hawkes.

Back Cover:

Her parents want a clout wielding attorney, safely enthroned in an appropriately high end Mercedes sedan and a tailored business suit. She just wants to teach kindergarten.

When her "all-powerful" parents actually choose her future husband, who just happens to be a divorce lawyer named Elroy, Charlie opts out and heads for Big Sky Country. After all, who marries a divorce lawyer? She and her best friend Fo, who have been buddies since the third grade, go to work on his cousin's sprawling ranch in the heart of the Montana Rockies.

Filled with colorful characters of all shapes, sizes and species, including an orphaned baby pig, most of the Langston family put the fun in dysfunctional, five or take a couple of black sheep. There's one in every family, isn't there?

Add to that glorious scenery, a horse of her own, and one extremely attractive cousin rancher, Luke Langston, and it makes for a summer never to be forgotten. Which might not be a good thing. She has the time of her life, but her heart may never recover.

My Review:

I enjoyed this book. It was a quick and easy read. Luke is a yummy hero, Fo is the fun brother every girl wishes for, and the setting is prime for romance! I had to laugh at Elroy, just because I couldn't help but wonder why he didn't get a hint! Jaclyn's characters are strong and their adventures are enthralling. If you need a book that is a good clean read, The Outer Edge of Heaven is certainly an enjoyable choice!

Love and Laughter!

Wednesday Romance

2011-10-26T06:00:00.000-06:00

I haven't seen a whole lot of movies this year, but I was looking on a web site and there were some romantic movies from 2011 that were listed. There were quite a few and some, like the final Twilight installment, haven't even come out yet. Most of the movies I hadn't seen, but I thought I'd share with you a couple that I have seen and enjoyed. (If you'd like to see more romantic movies that came out this year, visit this the Movie Moron's blog.)

Just Go With It
Starring: Adam Sandler, Jennifer Aniston, Brooklyn Decker, Nicole Kidman
Director: Denis Dugan
Release Date: 11 February 2011

A plastic surgeon (Sandler), romancing a much younger schoolteacher (Decker), enlists his loyal assistant (Aniston) to pretend to be his soon to be ex-wife, in order to cover up a careless lie. When more lies backfire, the assistant’s children become involved, and everyone heads off for a weekend in Hawaii that will change all their lives. Nicole Kidman is fourth on the cast list and adds an interesting dynamic.

I have to say that I really liked this one! I'm not always a huge Adam Sandler fan, but I remember laughing quite a bit through this one! :)

Red Riding Hood
Starring: Amanda Seyfried, Gary Oldman, Billy Burke, Shiloh Fernandez, Max Irons
Director: Catherine Hardwicke
Release Date: 11 March 2011

Romantic-gothic-horror take on the legend of Red Riding Hood. A young woman (Seyfried) is in love with a brooding outsider (Fernandez), but her parents have arranged for her to marry a wealthy suitor (Irons). She’s planning to run away with him when she learns her older sister has been killed by the werewolf that prowls the forest surrounding their village. As the death toll rises with each moon, she begins to suspect that the wolf could be someone close to her. From the director of Twilight, expect this to have a harder edge.

I heard some mixed reviews about this movie, and I wasn't sure if I would really like or not. But I actually did. It isn't like the traditional Red Riding Hood story that I think of, but I still enjoyed it. If you're up for something a little different, you should give it a try.

Jane Eyre
Starring: Mia Wasikowska, Michael Fassbender, Jamie Bell, Judi Dench, Sally Hawkins
Director: Cary Fukunaga
Release Date: 11 March 2011

After a bleak childhood, Jane Eyre (Wasikowska, Alice In Wonderland) goes out into the world to become a governess. In her new position at Thornfield Hall, she meets the cold master of the house, Mr. Rochester (Fassbender). Jane and her employer grow close, but could Mr. Rochester’s terrible secret be about to destroy their happiness forever? From the U.S. director of acclaimed South American poverty film Sin Nombre.

I am still kicking myself for never seeing this. I don't know what happened and why I didn't see it, but I forgot it even came out! This is on my list of 'must see' movies before the end of the year!

Wednesday Romance

2011-10-19T06:00:00.000-06:00

This is my last week working at this job and next week I start a different one, so I'm hoping that will give me more time to write. We'll see! :)
I am currently reading Wuthering Heights for my book club this month. Strangely enough, I've never read it before, though I know the basic story. I've also never seen the movie. Any of them! So, I'm part way through the book, and while my husband is out of town, I'm going to watch the movie. I'm excited to see how similar or dissimilar they are from each other.
I found this clip/summary online and really enjoyed it. It made me really excited to see the movie. I'm really hoping that I like Cathy more in the movie, because on the page she isn't my favorite. I won't tell you what I think, but it's not favorable!
Anyway, for this week's Wednesday Romance, I hope you will enjoy this! I hope it will give you your weekly fix of romance like it has done for me! :)

Love and Laughter!

Wednesday Romance

2011-10-12T21:01:00.003-06:00

I have been having troubles getting these posted on time. To all of you who faithfully wait by your computer until the next chapter pops up online, I thank you for your loyalty. I have started working, and the past couple months have been overwelming at best. In another week, I will be starting an different job and I'm hoping to have more time to write as well as spend time with my kids.
So, better late than never, here is this week's Wednesday Romance. Enjoy!

Chapter 10
After resting for another day, I awoke the following morning feeling a hundred times better. I got up and did my morning chores and, rather than eat my breakfast on the go like I usually did, I sat in the cafeteria and ate. Stacie met me there with a list of the new set of campers we’d be getting the following day.
She pushed her eggs around her plate with her fork while she spoke. “I know it’s a good idea for us to have the new schedule each week, but I really don’t think it’s necessary. We always do the same thing every week, just with different kids. And it’s not like the program has changed in the last three years.”
I nodded in agreement and put a huge forkful of hash browns into my mouth.
“I think it’s just so that Meghan feels like she’s doing something productive. It’s not like she really does anything.”
“She runs reports and things.”
“A couple. She really doesn’t do all that much. I don’t know why they pay her so much. We work way harder than she does. But she claim’s she’s ‘put in her time.’ What a load of….”
“I thought she did all the registration and preregistration and stuff.”
“Not according to Vanessa. She says that all of that is taken care of in April and Don does it all.”
“As in Don Davis? The owner?”
She nodded and took a sip of her juice. “Vanessa also said that Meghan’s supposed to be doing checks on us to make sure we are doing everything right, but she doesn’t.”
“In all fairness, Vanessa should be doing more than she does, too. She only gets away with it because she and Meghan are best friends.”
“I know! That just chaps my face.”
Even after all this time, I always laugh when she says that.
“Stop laughing.”
“You really shouldn’t say that. That’s not how the saying goes.”
“My grandpa always says it. I know you think it’s weird, but I can’t help it.”
I laughed again.
“Besides, the real saying is much less appropriate than what I say.”
I laughed even harder at the haughty face she pulled and had to clutch my stomach.
“What’s so funny, girls?”
I looked up and Stacie was beaming up at Vernaun. I sat up and tried to control my laughter. “Stacie is being Stacie.”
He nodded as though my explanation had cleared everything up. But I know he didn’t know Stacie any better than he knew me.
“You’re feeling better then?”
I smiled. “Yes, thank you.”
“Good. I’d hate to get it, too.” He smiled as though he had just won a Grammy. He sat down next to me. I slid my seat over so he had plenty of room, and he slid his closer to me. I wanted to scoot further away, but there was no room without pushing all the chairs, so I took a calming breath and focused on my food.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him take a bite of toast. “Did you girls get the new schedule for the week?”
I nodded.
Stacie gave me a pointed look before turning to Vernaun. “We were just talking about that. Why do we need new schedules each week when they never change?”
I looked at him to gauge his reaction. He folded his hands and leaned forward, as though he were in a deep conversation.
I took another bite of hash browns.
“Our schedules don’t change every week, but once in a while they do. So I think she does it as a precaution.”
Stacie shook her head. “Why doesn’t she just do it for the people who have the different schedules? Then, if we didn’t get one that week, we’d know nothing had changed.”
“Look at this from a business standpoint.” He tapped his fingers against the table. “If someone’s schedule changed and they didn’t get the memo, or if they didn’t like the change, they could easily claim that they were never notified. If everyone receives a memo, even if their schedules haven’t changed, at least everyone knows that their memo was received. Don’t you think so, Andy?”
“Sure.”
Stacie glared at me again.
“What? It does.”
Stacie launched onto another branch of the same argument. I shook my head and focused on my breakfast. I did not care for debating issues I had no control over. Not to mention, I didn’t know if my head could handle such deep thought this morning.
After a few more minutes, Vernaun stood. “I need to get going. I’ll see you later, Andy. Can you meet me for lunch?”
“Sure. Where?”
He smiled. “How about just outside.”
“Okay.”
I watched him leave, thinking how nice it was to watch him walk. A wadded up napkin soared across the table and hit me in the forehead. I turned to Stacie. “Hey! What’s that for?”
“You are such a moron! Why did you just sit there and let me do all the talking? Why didn’t you engage him in conversation?”
I shrugged. “I’m not used to talking to people I don’t know.”
“How do you expect to keep him around if you’re just going to sit there? He’s not going to stick around for your looks, Andy. I mean, you’re pretty and all, but you’re boring. Beauty only goes so far. Why do you think he has so many girlfriends all the time?”
“Because they are only here for a week, and other girls are way more flirty than me.”
“Flirty! Exactly! You need to be more of a flirt.”
“What? No. I can’t do that.”
“Why not? If you don’t, you are going to lose him.”
My heart quickened at the thought. I kind of liked knowing I had a lunch date and that someone was interested in me. There was a sense of security about that I’d never realized before. I didn’t want to lose that. I didn’t want to go back to being boring and invisible.
I nodded. I needed to step up my game. “I’ll try that this afternoon.”
“With any luck, he may kiss you.”
I froze.
“Andy….”
I slumped in my chair.
“You do like him, right?”
“Yes.”
“Then what’s the big deal? Kissing is what couples do. And it’s kind of an enjoyable part of being with someone.”
“I know.”
“If you don’t want to be with him, just hand him over. I wouldn’t mind if he placed his beautiful lips against mine.”
I smiled. I didn’t want to tell her that he had already tried to kiss me. “I’ll try to be more conversational and flirty.”
She nodded and plopped another forkful of eggs in her mouth. “Good. If it doesn’t go well, we’ll have to employ Wes soon rather than later.”
~ * ~
Vernaun smiled when he saw me walking up the path toward the cafeteria.
The fluttering in my stomach that had been present all morning tripled at the sight of him. “Where are we going today?”
He held up two paper sacks and gave one to me. “I thought we’d go down by the creek.”
“That sounds fun.” I tried not to grimace. I was trying to make my conversation sound normal; casual. It was not working.
“What kinds of things do you like to do when you’re not up here working?”
I stepped over a branch blocking the pathway. “Hang out my with friends. Avoid homework. Normal college stuff.”
He nodded. “Do you read?”
“Some.”
We walked on in silence for a few minutes. I realized my answer had killed the conversation, so I tried again. “I used to play cribbage all the time with my dad.”
His brow wrinkled. “That’s with cards, right?”
“Yeah, do you play?”
“No.”
I softened my voice. “I could teach you.” I tried to flutter my lashes, but my blinks were too deliberate, and I tripped over a rock.
He gripped my arm to steady me. “We should play Ultimate Frisbee.”
Having never played that game before, I was a little hesitant to say anything.
“Have you ever played before?”
“I heard it’s a little physical.”
He chuckled. “It is the perfect contact sport for a date.” His eyes twinkled with a hidden secret. “Believe me, you will enjoy it.”
I was sure he implied something, but I didn’t know what.
He sighed a second before I heard the ripple of the creek. Vernaun had brought me to a quaint little spot with large flat rocks that surrounded a gentle slope into the babbling water. The rocks were perfect for eating lunch or sunning.
“This is beautiful.”
“Have you never come here before?”
I shook my head.
“You really need to get out of that booth more and do some hiking.”
I shrugged. I loved what I did, and it really didn’t bother me that I had been missing out on all this.
The rock that I sat on was warm and felt nice after the cool shade of the trees. I opened my sack lunch and popped a chip in my mouth. “Who is the band coming to play for banquet this week?”
He sat next to me. “I think the same group as this last week.”
“Were they any good?”
“They were fine. Oh, yeah, I forgot you didn’t get to hear them.”
“Yep.”
“Hopefully you can hear them this week.”
“I will, unless some malady strikes and I’m sick again.” I laughed and began choking on a chip. I reached for my water and took several gulps, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.
“Are you okay?”
“I’m fine. I just inhaled a chip.”
He leaned away from me. “Be careful.”
I nodded. Apparently that’s what my mother meant by not talking with my mouth full.
We ate in silence for a few minutes before Vernaun started telling me about his family and his buddies back at school. I had been under the impression that he didn’t have many guy friends because he was always around girls. But he told me several stories about his best friend. I smiled and nodded and tried to offer appropriate responses, though I’m not sure I succeeded.
After we ate, we took off our shoes and waded into the freezing mountain water. I lasted only a couple minutes before I chickened out and put my shoes and socks back on. He cupped some water and threw it at me, but I somehow managed to dodge most of it without injuring myself on the nearby rocks.
After a couple hours, we walked hand in hand back to camp. We threw out our trash in the large dumpsters. Then he walked with me over to the sound booth so I could do a few things before the campers arrived the following day.
“How long will you be here?”
I shrugged. “A couple hours. You’re welcome to stay if you’d like.”
“I’d love to, but I have a few things to do too.”
“Okay.”
He put his hands on my shoulders. “Thanks for going with me today, Andy. I really enjoy our time together.”
The smile I gave him was anything but confident. In fact, I probably came across more like a terrified mouse.
He leaned in, and I held my breath. I couldn’t take my eyes off him, and my heart was pounding so loud I couldn’t hear the birds through the windows. I knew he was going to kiss me, and I couldn’t decide if I was excited or frightened by the idea. When his lips finally touched mine, I closed my eyes. His lips were soft, and I put my sweaty hands on his waist.
A few seconds after he started the kiss, he pulled away and smiled. He brushed his thumb along my cheek, and I reached out to grab the chair so I wouldn’t fall over.
“I’ll see you tonight.”
I nodded, and even though I knew there was a silly grin on my face, I couldn’t vanquish it. Instead I just stood gazing at him as he walked away.

Wednesday Romance

2011-10-05T21:01:00.000-06:00

Chapter 9
I woke with a throbbing in my head. I think I must have been hitting my head against the wall all night. Okay, maybe not, but it certainly felt like that. The pulsing behind my eyes was enough to drive off an angry herd of cattle.
No light streamed through the windows of the cabin. I groaned. There was nothing quite like a headache and a rainy day to lift my spirits. I rolled out of bed, and a shiver racked my tired body. I pulled on my sweats – that desperately needed laundered – and braved the crisp morning air.
I trudged through the misty air, my boots gushing on the soggy ground. By the time I was done sweeping the bathrooms and doing an inventory of the storage room, I could hardly see. I drug my feet to Meghan’s office and left a note on her door. Then I somehow made it back to my cabin and collapsed onto my cot.
I woke later to a pounding on the door. It threw my pillow over my head, hoping to the pounding would stop. It finally did, and I rolled over and went back to sleep.
~ * ~
Something was licking my face. I tried swat it away, but it continued. I lifted my arm again. When it didn’t move, I panicked. I tried to move my fingers; nothing; my legs and toes; again, nothing. My head moved a little, but I feared I was paralyzed. I opened my eyes. They opened far enough for me to see Wes. He seemed to be mopping my head with something unpleasantly cold. I tried to tell him to stop, but it came out as a moan.
“Andy? Andy, honey, can you hear me?”
I tried to tell him not to shout, but no sound came out.
“Andy, if you can hear me blink your eyes.”
I was doubtful if I would be successful. But somehow I managed, slowly.
“See if you can swallow these for me. You have a bad fever.”
My mouth did not open of its own violation, but I felt Wes press some pills into my mouth. He then poured water in my mouth. A little of the fluid made it down my throat, but the pills didn’t. I began to gag, and I felt myself begin pulled up and leaned over a strong arm, before everything went dark again.
~ * ~
“Andy? Andy? Wake up, honey.”
Wes’ voice sounded so loud and close to my ear. I could feel his breath on my neck. My eyes didn’t want to open, and my head flopped away from him.
“Come on, honey. I’m sorry about the pills. Stacie ran to town and bought some strips and kids syrup. We’ll try the strips first. Come on, honey. It will make you feel better.”
His voice was soothing, but his words didn’t make sense. I felt him put something on my tongue. A grape flavor filled my mouth. I tried to swallow but my throat felt thick and didn’t want to work right. Still, I think I swallowed a bit of it.
I heard Wes say something else, but he sounded so far away. My mind was so fuzzy I gave up the fight and let sleep overtake me.
~ * ~
My head was starting to clear of the cotton that filled it, but it still throbbed as if someone had used it as a pounding block.
I opened my eyes a little. Relief flooded me as I opened them to a dimly lit room. I glanced to the left and saw Stacie reading a book with a flashlight.
I tried to say her name, but my mouth was so dry and it sounded much like wind whispering through a wheat field.
Stacie’s eyes were instantly on me, and she placed a cup to my lips.
“How are you feeling?” Her eyes were red and puffy.
“My head hurts.”
She laughed a little with a sigh. “But your fever finally broke.”
I closed my eyes. They didn’t want to stay open any longer. “Where’s Wes?”
Stacie’s chair creaked. “I sent him to bed twenty minutes ago. If I didn’t know him better, I would think he was your soul mate or something. I have never seen him act like that before.”
“Like what?” I was starting to doze off, but I tried to follow what she was saying.
“He never left your side. Like those romance books we used to read. You know when the heroine would get sick and her lover would never leave her side? I would think it was romantic if I didn’t know Wes. But I do, and it’s just weird.” Her chair shifted against the floor again. “It’s not like you guys are together.” She snorted.
I didn’t know how I felt about everything she said. Wes had always been loyal to me; dedicated, even. But he had never been mistaken as my lover. We often were teased that we spent too much time together or people would ask if we were together. That was normal. But hearing the word lover in conjunction with mine and Wes’ names felt weird. Fortunately, Stacie, being the person she was, never gave me a chance to think about the situation in too much depth.
“Vernaun stopped by this morning, I think. He doesn’t want to get sick, too, so he’s staying away. Not that I can blame him. I don’t want to get sick either, but you’re my best friend. And I couldn’t watch Wes make a fool of himself any longer.”
Stacie continued to talk, but I didn’t register anything else. Though Stacie’s interpretation of Wes’ actions sounded weird to my ears, it didn’t surprise me that he had stayed by my side. We’d been friends since we were in grade school. The knowledge that he’d been keeping watch comforted me as I drifted to sleep once again.
~ * ~
When I woke the next morning, Wes sat reading a book by my side. The throbbing in my head had lessened drastically, but still pulsed with a dull ache. My stomach groaned with a sharp twist, and I searched for something to feed the beast.
I spotted some water on the little table Wes must have pulled over for a foot stool. When he saw me reach for the drink, he launched out of his chair and nearly toppled the glass. He somehow managed to give it to me and help me drink without spilling a drop.
We put a hand to my forehead. “How are you feeling?”
“I’m hungry.”
He nodded. “Stacie said she’d bring some toast by in a little while.”
“Did I miss the banquet?”
“Yes. They had it last night. Cheryl covered for you.”
I groaned. Cheryl had only sat in on one set of rehearsals this week.
“Yeah. Stacie said she screwed everything up. I know you always make pretty in depth notes, but I guess she was messing up so bad that the last two had no sound and lighting effects.”
I groaned. “You didn’t go?”
“Of course not. I stayed here with you. The camp nurse was afraid of your temperature getting too high.”
I thought about that for a minute.
“What did you get into that made you so sick?”
I shrugged, but it hurt and I winced. “I have no idea.”
“I hope it’s not contagious.” Then he grinned. “But if it was, maybe Vernaun will get it too.”
“Be nice. He’s not a bad guy.”
“You don’t know anything about him.”
“That’s not true. I know tons about him.”
“He just doesn’t know anything about you.”
“He knows I can surf down The Hill.”
He shrugged.
Stacie walked through the cabin door with a welcome bowl of steaming soup. “Thank you,” I muttered as I devoured the food.
Stacie and Wes just watched me. When my bowl was half gone I finally asked, “What?”
They exchanged looks and then Stacie spoke. “Are you really planning to date Vernaun?”
I stopped eating and shrugged. “We went on one date. Why?”
Stacie shifted in her seat.
Wes didn’t seem uncomfortable at all and spoke for her. “Stacie saw him kissing the cheeks of a couple of the campers before they left.”
I nodded. “He always does that.”
Stacie’s eyes narrowed. “But he just took you out the other night.”
I swallowed another spoonful. “One date does not count as being exclusive. I can hardly expect him to forget all his other friends.”
Stacie snorted. “Andy, you and Wes are friends, and you don’t go around kissing all the time.”
I shook my head. “It’s just Vernaun’s way.”
“But do you like him?”
“Yeah. Sure.”
Stacie stood and began to pace. “Then we have to find a way to keep him interested in you. We need something so that he’ll stick around and not go kissing all the other girls.”
I stared at her blankly. I was the last person to be able to provide answers for something like that. I had never had a relationship that didn’t end in disaster. Even though Wes always said I needed to move beyond Jason, I’d never felt ready to until now. And now I just didn’t know how to go about it.
Stacie stopped pacing and looked directly at Wes. “You’re a guy.”
He looked at her like she’d grown a third arm. “Good observation, Stace. You’ll will the Nobel prize for sure.”
She put her hands on her hips. “What I mean is that you know what guys like in a girl. You can help Andy out; be her mentor.”
Wes looked at me, and I looked at him. I shrugged. “I could use some help.”
A strange look crossed his face, one I’d never seen before. Softly he said, “I suppose.”
Stacie clapped her hands. “Great! As soon as Andy gets feeling better we’ll start.”

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2011-10-03T21:17:00.004-06:00

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Wednesday Romance

2011-09-28T06:00:00.000-06:00

Chapter 8
The final rays of daylight filtered dimly through the trees. Shadows surrounded us like a thick blanket. I followed Vernaun, wondering where exactly he was taking me. I’d heard stories about the meadows and stream in this forest but had never been there. My stomach fluttered with excitement.
When Vernaun stopped, I looked around. My eyes widened in surprise. Not because of the pure splendor of the area but because I had expected something else. The trees were thick and knarled with knots. Not a single tree within my vision stood straight and tall. They hunched over with branches extending to their neighbor trees as if they were holding hands and embracing. It almost looked like one of the trees was smiling. From an artistic point of view, it was beautiful.
“What do you think?” Vernaun looked at me with anticipation. Was he really that eager to please?
“I’ve never seen anything like it before.”
Vernaun beamed. “This is my favorite spot.” He walked a couple paces to the left to a tree that extended about knee level like a bench. He sat down and patted the space next to him.
I walked over and carefully sat down. I feared that the bough would break under our combined weight, but it didn’t even flex when I sat beside him.
“Do you bring girls here often?”
“I can’t very well have a special spot for ever one.” He gave me a toothy smile.
I had to admit he had a point, no matter how unromantic it was.
Looking around, the night pressed in around me, and I shifted on the log. “What do we do now?”
He chuckled. “We could hold hands and talk. Or I could steal a kiss.”
That got my attention. I turned wide eyes on him as my heart hammered in my ears. “I don’t normally kiss on the first date.”
His smile almost disappeared in the dark. “I was under the impression that you didn’t date much.”
A lump formed in my throat, and my voice came out a little strained. “I don’t.”
He leaned closer and my natural instinct was to lean away. His smile made me feel like a rabbit trapped by a hungry fox.
His voice had taken on a strange silkiness to it. “Then how would you know if it was okay for me to steal a kiss?”
I opened my mouth to speak, and a strangled gurgle escaped my throat, so I closed my mouth and scooted further away. “Why do you want to kiss me? You didn’t even know me before today.”
“Does that mean I can’t like you now?”
“N…no, but….”
He was leaning closer. I was leaning away, and I knew that at any minute I would fall over backward off the branch – not like the last time I was this close to him and feeling delusional and romantic.
I ungracefully shimmied away from him and stood. I took a deep breath and turned to face him. “Because I’m new to this, I’d rather take things a little slower.”
He stood and clasped my hand in his. “But, Andy, you know me.”
I took a deep breath, gaining confidence from the span that now separated us. “Yes, but you don’t know me. And I’m not the person you think you know. I’m just a nerd. A reclusive nerd.”
He smiled. “I’m patient.” He lifted my hand to his lips, and a silly giggle bubbled in my throat.
His eyes danced as he looked at me. I had the distinct idea that he was silently laughing at me. And why not? There were not many girls as inexperienced with relationships as I was.
“Come on.” He took my hand and pulled me back through the trees.
~ * ~
I could see the orange glow of the fire through the trees before we reached the bon fire. The noise of the singing campers floated through the air. On any normal night if I showed up to camp fire late, I was either with Wes or Stacie or by myself. And I stayed in the back of the group. Arriving late with Vernaun, he pulled me to his typical spot at the very front of the group. People scooted over and squeezed to make room for us. Well really they made room for ‘The Wall.’ But, because I was with him, they made room for me, too.
Vernaun received smiles and sly glances. I received glares and scowls. They didn’t bother me much. I just ignored them. But after I sat and looked around, I saw my friends. Stacie smiled in that conspiratorial way of hers. Zack’s eyes danced with amusement, but otherwise he appeared to be bored. Aubrey looked mad enough to through handfuls of fire in my face and not even notice the damage done to her own hands.
And then there was Wes. At first he refused to look my way. But after a few minutes of staring at him, he finally looked my direction. He smiled, or at least I think he tried to. His lips thinned with a hint of what his smile normally was. His eyes didn’t twinkle, and I knew that he probably was feeling replaced and a little betrayed. I gave him my best smile, and he nodded. I knew I should have told him earlier about my encounter with Vernaun, but I couldn’t change that now. Undoubtedly Aubrey filled him in. I could feel a great weight press heavily on my chest. I had no desire to lose Wes’ friendship over this. I committed myself to seek him out when this was over.
Vernaun squeezed my hand. I couldn’t help but smile at him when he wiggled his brows at me. Perhaps Vernaun wasn’t the guy I had always imagined I’d end up with. I understood that the reason he even knew about my existence was simply by chance. Still, I enjoyed the giddy, fluttering in my stomach when I was with him. It was an amazing adrenaline rush. I could definitely get used to it.
~ * ~
“Thank you for a nice evening, Vernaun. I had a good time.”
He chuckled. “Is that what you think you’re supposed to say at the end of a first date?”
I could feel the heat rush to my cheeks.
He chuckled again. “I know you’re not planning to give me a good night kiss, but what would you say to a hug?”
My eyes widened and my stomach flipped. Was a hug okay or too intimate?
He moved closer to me, and my feet betrayed my instincts by sticking to the ground like they were glued there. His arms came around me and pressed me tightly against his chest. A warm fluttering feeling coursed through my body. My hands moved up and sat awkwardly on his back. He smelled of some kind of cologne mixed with camp fire smoke. It was a strangely alluring combination. But part of me wondered why he didn’t get eaten alive. If I thought he smelled nice, surely the bugs did too.
I stepped away from him, and he grinned. His hand went to my face, and I resisted the urge to step away.
“I really like you, Andy. I hope you’ll let me take you out again.”
I nodded. You know that nod you make when you’re slightly stunned? That was the kind of nod I gave him. Therefore, I didn’t realize he had leaned in again and pressed his lips to my cheek. He pulled away with a smile and tweaked my chin, then walked away into the night.
I sighed like a silly high school girl then shook my head. I didn’t know what had come over me, but I was getting mushy over a date with ‘The Wall.’ I turned and walked onto the porch of my cabin. I stopped when I heard steps behind me.
“I didn’t think I’d ever see you stoop low enough to date ‘The Wall.’”
I turned and faced Wes as bravely as I could. “His name is Vernaun.”
“He’s a slimy leech.”
“He’s sweet and romantic. And he smells good.”
Wes scowled. “He dates a different girl every week and flirts with half the females at camp.”
I folded my arms across my chest. “That doesn’t make him a bad person.”
“You don’t like him.”
“Maybe I’ve changed my mind.”
He shook his head. “I thought you were different.” He walked off the porch.
“Wes, wait. Please don’t be upset.”
He turned. “Andy, I can’t stand by and watch you throw yourself at that guy. You are too good for him.”
“What’s wrong with a summer fling?”
His eye brow lifted. “Is that what this is? I didn’t know you had summer flings.”
I shrugged. “Why is it so wrong for me to see him? I haven’t dated much. Okay, I haven’t dated anyone since Jason. But if I don’t try it again, how will I know what I’m looking for when I find it?”
Wes sighed. “Vernaun will hurt you every bit as much as Jason did. Maybe more.”
My heart squeezed at the thought but quickly warmed at his concern. “I’ll survive as long as I always have you to help me put my life back together.”
He nodded, but didn’t look up.
I had never seen Wes look so defeated. I touched his arm. “Please, Wes, I don’t want to lose you over this. If it comes down to your friendship or dating someone, you know I’d choose our friendship.”
He looked at me with a sad smile. “I’m just worried about you, Andy. I care for you too much to watch you get hurt like that again.”
I smiled. “I know. Thank you.” I threw my arms around his neck and buried my face in his neck. Wes smelled so different from Vernaun. He smelled like smoke and pine and sweat. For some reason, I preferred it but I didn’t say anything. I just relished the comfort I felt from his embrace.
He pushed me gently from his arms, and I couldn’t read his face. “You need some sleep. I’ll see you in the morning.”
I nodded.
He walked to the next cabin and smiled at me before he went inside. I waved and then turned toward my own cabin.

Wednesday Romance

2011-09-21T06:00:00.001-06:00

I thought I'd share this with you this week. Tiger Gilliam went to school with me from junior high through high school. We were pretty good friends and always in choir together. She and I competed for solos all the time. Strangely enough, we have VERY different types of voices. :)
Anyway, I thought you might enjoy listening to a little of her music. She writes all her stuff and I think she does pretty well!

I am having computer issues again and can't post my next chapter. I don't know what the deal is. That's not entirely true. My computers are old and I just need to break down and buy a new one. At any rate, that's not this week. So, keep my on your favorite button. I promise not to disappoint you next week! :) And who knows, maybe I'll have time during the week to post something else too. Hey, a girl can dream! :)

Love and laughter to all!

Wednesday Romance

2011-09-14T06:00:00.000-06:00

Chapter 7
An electronic screeching echoed through the meadow. I winced and swallowed a foul expletive.
Aubrey’s voice whined over the speakers. “Oh, I’m sorry. I tripped and hit something. Andy, how do you turn this off?”
I groaned. She could be so dramatic. There was no other name for it. I marched toward the booth leaving Vernaun behind. I didn’t even bother looking to see if he followed.
I wanted to yell. I don’t know why I felt so upset that my time with Vernaun was interrupted. I didn’t even like him.
I paused. That thought had crossed my mind with increasing regularity. Maybe I did like him.
I threw the door open. “Aubrey, what is your problem?”
She hit a button, and the lights all turned off. Her voice sounded as bitter as vinegar. “My problem is that you’re making out with my man.”
“Your man?”
“Yes, my man! You don’t really think I brought him here to see you, do you?”
I just stared at her. No one had ever been jealous of me before.
“And what was that down in the meadow? You were grabbing his hand! I thought you had a thing for Wes. Why don’t you just leave Vernaun to me.”
“Aubrey –”
Aubrey’s tone was suddenly sugary sweet as she cut me off. “Sorry about that Vernaun.”
I rolled my eyes.
She practically sashayed to his side. “I can be so clumsy sometimes.” She clutched his arm and smiled sweetly.
I turned. Vernaun looked confused as his eyes darted from me and then to Aubrey. “I thought you left.”
“Why would I leave you? Now pay Andy her reward, and we’ll leave.”
His eyes turned to me.
I shook my head. “Don’t worry about it.” I collapsed ungracefully into my chair.
“Andy….”
“It’s not a big deal. I have to get ready for my next group anyway.” I waved them off and turned to a stack of papers next to the board.
“Aubrey said something, but I couldn’t make it out. A few minutes later, the door closed. I looked up to make sure they were gone and breathed a sigh of relief. The last thing I needed was Aubrey breathing down my neck because of a silly misunderstanding. After all, I didn’t know Vernaun at all, and there was no way he liked me. I doubted she would let him out of her sight long enough to buy me ice cream. I shrugged. Oh well. It may have been fun, but I couldn’t miss what I’d never enjoyed.
I inhaled deeply and watched a few campers emerge from the trees and enter the meadow. It was time for me to work. I took advantage of the distraction and threw myself into the rehearsals.
~ * ~
I felt the hands massaging my shoulders before I realized someone had joined me in the booth.
“Are you done yet?” Wes’ rich voice soothed my senses as I relaxed, his nimble fingers plying my sore muscles.
I smiled. “Only just.”
“You want to go get something to eat and then head over the campfire?”
I nodded. “That feels so nice.”
I could hear the grin in his chuckle. “Let’s go before all the good food is gone.”
I heaved a contented sigh. “Okay, but only if you finish that massage later.”
He squeezed my shoulders. “Deal.”
I hit a couple buttons and turned off the board, before locking the booth and following him up the hill to the dining cabin.
We talked about our day, though I neglected to mention Vernaun. I knew how Wes felt about him, and not understanding my own actions and feelings, I decided to remain silent.
We grabbed a couple burritos and met Stacie and Zack near our favorite tree. Zack and Wes worked together taking campers on hikes, and he’d frequently hang out with us.
I smiled. “Hi, Zack. Good to see you.”
He nodded in that lazy way of his.
“I haven’t seen you for a while.”
“Nope.”
Ah! A man of few words. “Did you and Jessica break up?”
His lips pinched together and quirked up on one side as he shrugged.
“I’ll take that as a yes?”
Wes put a hand on my arm. “They were never really dating. But when she starting making out with Doug….” Wes shrugged and it looked surprisingly similar to Zack’s.
I nodded with enlightenment. “So what kinds of things are you working on this week?”
He sighed. “Hikes, and clean up, same as normal.” His voice was low and sounded like he could be part bear. “Meghan has me doing crafts this week, too.”
I thought he groaned, but I wasn’t sure.
Wes sat down. “Come on, man. Crafts aren’t that bad.”
Zack scowled. “I’m not a girl.”
Stacie giggled. “No one said you were, silly. I know some guys who are very creative.”
He turned to Stacie. “Creative is not the same as doing crafts. I’m creative. I hate crafts.”
I took a bite of my burrito and swallowed. “Do you still make those wind chimes?”
He nodded. His dad owned a fabrication shop and Zack often went in during his spare time and made the most beautiful steel wind chimes. He somehow heated the metal which caused it to turn different colors and shades. His creations were done primarily in working man themes, but I’d seen a couple nature ones he’d done too.
Stacie jumped to her knees. “Why don’t you make wind chimes out of sticks and rocks and things? For the crafts, I mean.”
He looked at her like she was crazy. “Those don’t make any noise.”
She shook her head. “That doesn’t matter. They are still creative, and they are something you do, so you’d be the perfect instructor.”
Zack looked at her like she had sprouted multiple arms and scooted away.
Wes chuckled. “It’s not a bad idea. At least that would get you out of knitting.”
Again, Zack scowled and the rest of us erupted in laughter.
“Hey, Andy?”
I turned at the sound of my name. I know it sounds cliché, but my jaw dropped when I saw The Wall standing behind me and looking at me. I think if I had been on that toboggan sliding down the hill right then, I would have hit a tree! Impossible? No. My shock was so great that I would have somehow managed to maneuver that piece of plastic off the trail and into the forest. Without thinking!
“Hi.” I’m so eloquent sometimes.
I heard Stacie giggle, and I turned to glare at her. I didn’t miss the disapproving scowl on Wes’ face. For once Zack even lost his bored look and exchanged it for one of surprise.
I looked back at Vernaun, and he smiled. I felt my insides melt with a sigh.
“I thought we could go grab that ice cream we talked about earlier.”
Wes shifted and his leg kicked me in the back. Hard. Although I’m sure that he’d claim it was an accident, I knew it was on purpose.
I decided to ignore him and stood. “Sure.”
Vernaun took me by the hand and led me away from my friends.
There was an ice cream vending machine in the counselor’s lounge in the main hall. Unfortunately the lounge was filled with several counselors. When we walked in, we were greeted with cat calls and whistles. Vernaun smiled and called back to them. I blushed and tried to ignore them.
He bought us both drumsticks with chocolate and nuts on top. “They’re my favorite,” he told me with a grin.
I smiled back at him and pealed off the wrapper. As we left the lounge, I brushed the nuts off as discretely as possible. Something about frozen, soft, somewhat stale nuts just did not appeal to me. Fortunately Vernaun was so busy devouring his, he didn’t notice.
We walked in silence for a few minutes before he turned to me. “We have a little bit before camp fire. What do you want to do?”
I shrugged and licked a bit of ice cream that was dripping down the cone. “We could walk around or go somewhere. It doesn’t matter.”
“I have an idea. I want to take you to a special place.”
That sounded fine to me. I was enjoying his company and didn’t mind spending more time with him. My friends would understand. Besides, I’d see them at camp fire in an hour. So, I shoved the rest of my cone in my mouth and followed Vernaun into the trees.

I need to come up with a name for this story. Any ideas? Leave me a comment here on the blog, of on my web page. Thanks for reading! I look forward to seeing you next week for another installment of our Wednesday Romance!

Wednesday Romance

2011-09-06T21:13:00.004-06:00

Okay. This week got away from me. I appologize to all of my faithful readers who are anxiously awaiting the next installment. As you may know, I am working now, and I have only an hour or so each day to write. With Monday being a holiday, I forgot to work on this and so it's late today. I'm sorry.

I also need to apologize for the error's in last week's WR. I always try to proof read things before I post them, but last week it was late when I was editng and apparently I missed a few things. I apologize to anyone this bothered. I hope you will continue to enjoy this week's Wednesday Romance! :)

Chapter 6
My hand paused with my watery soda somewhere between the table and my mouth. Vernaun looked at me and back outside and then to me again. I felt as astonished to see him as he appeared to be to find me in the booth. Why he was surprised, I have no idea. I’m the only one who works the booth. Occasionally Wes or Stacie will come visit for a while, but I’m the only one who’s there consistently. And everyone knows it.
It took a couple seconds of awkward silence before I found the ability to move again. I took a deep drink of my soda, trying not to spit out the warm, flat, slightly sugared, slightly flavored water. And no, I don’t think there are enough adjectives to describe what I drank from that cup. When soda gets to that point – you know, when the ice has melted and it’s been sitting on the counter for far too long – it is all a person can do to drink it rather than spew it all over everything within a five foot radius.
“You’re Andy?”
I looked up, recovering from my extended diagnostic of my dead beverage, and said something very sophisticated. “Yeah.”
He looked out the door again. I could see Aubrey standing out there with her arms folded, looking off into the trees. It was obvious what was going on here. Vernaun had heard about my victory and had come to pay his debt. Unfortunately for him, he thought I was a guy. Aubrey probably let him continue to think that and told him all sorts of unattractive things about me. I was surprised she was even still standing outside of the booth as opposed to leaving him to fend for himself. Maybe she thought she could comfort him from his disappointment of learning his challenge had been met by a girl.
I sighed. “It’s short for Andromeda, but no one calls me that. Not even my mother.”
He nodded and appeared to regain his wits, though I have to admit, he looked awkward to be standing in the same room with me. And why wouldn’t he feel uncomfortable? He didn’t know me at all. Yes, there were our few short encounters, but they really didn’t count. I knew he didn’t remember them. I was just the tech girl no one really talked to.
“I’m sorry you were expecting someone else. Aubrey should have told you.”
He shrugged and glanced outside. “It’s okay. What do you do in here all day long?”
Out of the corner of my eye – the one that wasn’t watching Vernaun like a hawk – I saw Aubrey inch closer to the door. Probably to better hear the conversation. I’m not sure why she didn’t just walk in. She and I were friends, after all.
I turned back to the sound board. “You know the skits the campers put on at the end of each camp session?”
He nodded. Of course he knew of them. He’d only been a counselor here for at least as long as I had.
“Well, I’m the one who does all the lighting and sound stuff for them.”
“Even when it rains and we have to have them in the main lodge?”
It was my turn to nod. “There’s a smaller board in the lodge so I have to improvise. I make sure that when I do stuff, it can be done on both boards, or I at least have a variation I can do in case it rains.”
“Huh.” His face alternated from being pinched to being stretched out. “There’s a lot of buttons and lights on that thing.”
I smiled. It was nice to see him in this light. Normally, he took hold of his crowd and led them on whatever journey they would take with him. This time it was my turn. It was strangely exhilarating.
“Watch this.” I flipped a couple switches and the lights in the meadow changed. The reds and yellows made it look like a sunrise. I always found it amazing that even during the day I could hit certain buttons to make it look and feel like a different time of day. This sunrise was no different.
I hit another button and crickets chirped through the air. Another button created a misty haze that enhanced the feel of first light.
I looked up to gauge Vernaun’s reaction.
He stood motionless. His eyes held wonder, and he looked like he might cry.
I beamed. I had created this moment. Nothing could fill me with more pleasure. “Come on.” I stood and motioned for the door.
He followed behind, though he looked a little dazed. “Where are we going?”
“To the meadow, of course. You can’t really get the full affect from here.”
Stepping out of the booth, I looked for Aubrey but didn’t see her. So, I reached for Vernaun’s hand and led the way. I couldn’t allow him to follow by himself or I might never see him again.
At one point as we walked, I wondered why I was doing this. Vernaun was not someone I pined for. Sure he was a very handsome guy to look at and even think about on a lonely night, but he wasn’t someone I cared about one way or the other.
Not coming up with an answer, I pushed the thought out of my mind and enjoyed the scene around me as we entered the meadow. Even though it was nearly halfway through the day, I felt like I was in a movie. You know the one where the hero emerges from the mist to declare his love for the heroine? The only problem was, it was just me and Vernaun in the meadow, and I had serious doubts that he would consider himself to be the hero to my heroine.
I let go of his hand and walked a few paces away, taking in the scene. It didn’t smell quite as fresh as an early morning. The fog machine has a strange, bitter smell to it. Still, it looked like the real thing. I turned and looked at Vernaun and for a moment, he looked every inch the hero. His broad shoulders seemed to push the fog away from his body, and the lights caused him to glow in an ethereal sort of way. I stared at him, feeling somewhat breathless. Was this the reason girls liked him so much? Did he remind them of the God’s from Greek mythology?
He truly was beautiful in this light. “It’s amazing.” He smiled. “It’s just like the real thing.”
I returned his smile. I wanted to say something witty, but my mind had become muddled with romantic thoughts. If my friends could see me know – as the saying goes. Well, actually, Stacie would totally encourage me on, Wes would be grumpy, and Aubrey would undoubtedly go into some sort of jealous rage and refuse to talk to me again. Just then I wondered where she was, but the thought quickly left my fuzzy brain as Vernaun stepped toward me and clasped my hands in his.
“Thank you for showing me this. Until now, I thought you were some recluse. I didn’t even know you. Now, I know that you are an artist.”
A hiccupped giggle burst from my throat. I tried to suppress it because it made me sound like an idiot, but it was no use.
“I never asked you how you made it down the hill.”
I shrugged. “I don’t know. I think I nearly fell down a handful of times. I don’t know how I did it.”
“I wish I had seen it. I couldn’t do it. I’m surprised that a girl could.”
“Do you resent me for it?”
“No. Well, maybe a little. Everyone is talking about you.”
I nodded. “And you’re used to them talking about you.”
He tilted his head in recognition of the statement. “You still mastered a feat that I couldn’t. That makes you queen of the camp.”
I beamed. “I’ll try not to let it go to my head.”
He laughed. “Let me take you out later.”
“Out? Where?”
“I don’t know. I’ll grab ice cream and take you somewhere. Or we could grab lunch.”
“Lunch is no good. I have a full schedule today.”
He looked around the empty meadow.
“Well, busy after now.”
He laughed again. I noticed for the first time that he had incredibly white and straight teeth. And his laughter made my heart skip.
“I’ll grab you later then. I’ll confiscate some ice cream or something from the kitchen.”
I smiled.
He bent over and lightly kissed my hand causing them to tingle and my heart began to flutter.
Suddenly, everything around us glowed so brightly that I couldn’t see anything. I put my hand to my eyes to protect them from the bright floodlights. I peered up at the booth to see what had happened. I couldn’t quite see, but I could guess.
Aubrey had been watching us from the booth.

Wednesday Romance

2011-08-31T06:00:00.000-06:00

Chapter 5
I stood at the top of the hill, my heart thundering in my chest. I looked up at the clear, blue sky and wished for a sudden tornado. I sighed. There was no sign of inclement weather. The only way I could avoid this situation was to go through with it or jump ship. Of course, if I ran away, I’d never be able to face my friends again and I’d never be anything more than the boring girl behind the sound board.
Looking around, the campers laughed and yelled as they went up and down the hill. They mingled with the camp leaders and treated them like their friends. I suddenly wanted that, too. I wanted to be a friend rather than someone to complain to. I wanted to be more than the boring camp leader. The only way I would change my status was to succeed at this crazy venture.
I looked down the hill and swallowed. My nerve faltered. The hill suddenly looked overly steep, like cresting over one of those roller coasters that make me sick. I turned and looked at Wes. His face radiated with pleasure. When I caught his eye, he came and put his arm around me. I looked into his face like I had done so many times before.
He smiled and kissed my forehead. “You can do this, Andy. Just watch out for the dips in the ground and you’ll be fine. I think if you go down right over there, you’ll have the best luck.” He pointed to his left and we walked over together.
When we stopped, I took a deep breath and let it out slowly.
Wes gripped me by the shoulders. “I’m proud of you for trying this. Not many girls have tried.” I looked around him and noticed that most of the snowboarding fools were male. “And no one has succeeded.” He squeezed me lightly. “You can do this. Keep your knees bent and soft. If you feel like you’re going to crash, curl into a fetal position so you don’t get hurt.”
I nodded and attempted a smile. I pulled away from him and squared my shoulders. I could do this. I needed to do this. I was no longer the boring girl from the sound booth. I was the outgoing, risk taker whom everyone wanted to be around.
I turned back to Wes. I reached out and pulled his face down to meet mine and kissed him hard on the mouth.
Like waking up from a dream, I suddenly pulled back and shook my head. I hadn’t meant to kiss him. And it certainly didn’t mean anything. I was just prepping myself for this outrageous thing I was planning to do. Right?
I looked at Wes. His brows pinched together, like he wasn’t quite sure what had just happened.
I felt the same way. “Sorry,” I mumbled and hopped on the toboggan. Rather than give myself time to think further on the kiss or the craziness of the stunt I was about to embark on, I pushed myself down the hill and prayed I’d come out of it alive.
At first, I was steady on the slippery piece of plastic beneath my feet. As soon as I went over the first dip in the grass, my balance wavered. My arms flailed and I pitched forward. But I kept my knees soft and managed to stay up. I went over another dip and another. Somehow I managed to stay standing and not fall.
Another dip came up unexpectedly. I softened my knees and crouched down, but not far enough to sit. I stood back up and tried to steer myself around a couple campers. Unfortunately the toboggan didn’t obey, so I began to yell and wave my arms. They looked up and saw me. Their eyes rose in surprise, and they darted out of the way just in time.
Within seconds, I was at the bottom of the hill. For something that had been so nerve racking at first, it didn’t last long. The rush of adrenaline I felt as I looked back up at the hill and saw my friends yelling and laughing and waving was enough to make me jump and wave back.
I was suddenly surrounded by a group of campers. They were all talking at once. They were smiling and patting me on the back. I couldn’t make out what any of them were saying. I just looked at them like they were strange creatures I had never encountered before.
Finally, my adrenaline high began to fade enough for me to hear what the campers were saying.
“You did it!”
“You won! Congratulations!”
“I can’t wait to tell Jim. A girl won the bet.”
“Hey, where’s Vernaun. Did he go to the nurse’s station? He owes this chick some cash!”
I shook my head. I won? I had made it down the hill and won the challenge.
Me! Secluded, unimportant me.
My grin broadened. I looked back up at my friends as they all came sliding down the hill to meet me. In fact, it seemed like most of the inhabitants of the hill here converging upon me.
Not used to this kind of attention, I took a step back as the crowd around me grew and bumped into someone. “Sorry,” I muttered, but I don’t think they heard me.
From then on, I was followed around by a group of people. Aubrey, Stacie, and Wes muscled their way over to me and gave me hugs. I looked up at Wes to see if things would now be weird between us. He just beamed at me and wrapped me in a rib crushing embrace with a kiss in my hair.
Stacie took my hand and led me up the hill. Meghan blew the whistle that indicated that it was time to be done, and a few campers ran down the hill one last time. By the time we got to the top, I still couldn’t hear anything anyone said around me, and my face hurt from smiling.
I headed back to my cabin to change, hoping to get a few minutes reprieve. But as soon as I had my shirt off, the door bursts open and two other camp leaders, my cabin mates, entered in a burst of giggles.
The brunette, Jaycee, squealed when she saw me and rushed to grab my hands. “Andy, I can’t believe you made it all the way down the hill.”
I wasn’t used to this kind of attention from anyone. “Uh, thanks.” I pulled my hands away, shrugged away from her, and slipped into a dry shirt.
Ashley walked to her cot and sat down with a huge grin as she watched me in an unnerving fashion. “We should make a plaque for you. Then the next time we can time people or something.”
“Yeah!” Jaycee joined her friend on the cot. “Or we could just keep a running list of everyone who’s ever managed to do it, and Andy’s name will be at the top.”
I turned and slipped out of my wet shorts and into some dry ones. “I guess that’s something to talk to Meghan about.” I grabbed my sweatshirt and walked to the door. “I’ve got to go. I’ll talk to you two later.”
Things were no better that night at the bon fire. Everywhere I went, people, campers and leaders alike flanked my sides. I feared my new found popularity would discourage my friends, but they didn’t seem to mind. Especially Aubrey. They seemed to enjoy giving everyone who asked a detailed report of every move I made. And the more the story was told, the more exciting and crazy it became.
By the time I made it to bed that night, I just wanted to be alone. That ass not possible to do as I shared a cabin. So, I quickly changed into my flannel pajamas – I get cold at night while camping – and feigned exhaustion. Aubrey tried to convince me to stay up and visit, but I rolled over and pretended to sleep. Eventually, after Aubrey, Jaycee, and Ashley quieted down, I did fall into a restless sleep.
I woke early the next morning. I did not feel like getting up, but I didn’t have much choice. I had work to do. I got up before the other girls in my cabin and shuffled to the mess hall for a quick breakfast. I then made my routinely rounds through the camp and did a few early morning chores before I hid out in my sound booth. Even though everyone knew that’s where I spent my time, no one usually ventured to the far end of the camp to visit me.
I spent the morning in peace until around ten when the door burst open and Vernaun stood inside the door.

Wednesday Romance

2011-08-24T06:00:00.000-06:00

If this if your first time joining me for Wednesday Romances, feel free to catch up on previous chapters!
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter3

Chapter 4
The enthusiasm of the campers buzzed throughout the camp the entire day. By the time I reached the top of the hill, the energy in the air was palpable. Girls were bouncing up and down on their feet as though they were filled with jumping beans or made out of springs. The boys were pounding each other on the back and daring each other to try one thing or another.
As I got to the top of the hill, Stacie bounded over with a grin on her face. She punctuated each sentence with a squeal. “The truck just got here! We should be able to go down in just a few minutes!”
I couldn’t help but smile back at her. “Will they turn on the sprinkler, too?”
“I think so!”
Nearly everyone at the camp stood on the hill watching as the truck sprayed the hill with gallons of water. A few stragglers scrambled up the backside of the hill, eager for the adventure promised from the reputation of the activity.
The truck finished dumping its water, then sprayed the sudsy layer of soap that covered the grass. Within a couple of minutes, the truck’s engine roared to life and rumbled down the back of the hill.
Meghan blew her whistle and I looked over to the ‘life guard’ station.
The hill silenced.
The camp director held the megaphone to her lips. “Welcome to the hill. Before we begin, let’s go over the rules.”
There was a low murmur, but it didn’t last long.
“First off, let’s play nice. No screwing around or someone’s going to get hurt. There are toboggans you can use, but no more than three to a toboggan. If the whistle blows, just like in swimming, stop and look up. If you hear three whistles it means that someone is hurt, so please stay out of the way so we can help them. Counselors are expected to help monitor the campers.”
I could feel the excited energy heighten with each word. These kids were ready to slide down this hill. Who was I kidding? I was just as ready as everyone else.
“Remember,” Meghan continued, “respect the other campers, and do not take any risks. If there is a serious injury, I will have to close down the hill for the remainder of this camp session.” She paused. I really think the effect was unnecessary as we were all aching for her to finish. “Campers, slide!”
At Meghan’s hollered command of permission, a wild cheer rent the air and campers launched themselves down the hill. Some took the time to run and grab a toboggan, others didn’t. Within seconds, the hill was covered, not only in sudsy water but campers, too.
I squealed right along with everyone else as Stacie grabbed my arm and together we went careening down the hill on our stomachs. We rolled away from other campers and slid over bumps, which sent us into more campers.
I remembered, just in time, to not laugh or scream with my mouth open. The first year I did that, I got a mouth full of soap. I’d never forget my mom’s hysterical laughter as I relayed the story to her.
By the time we reached the bottom, my clothes were soaked with water, soap, and grass stains. They were utterly ruined! I laughed and tugged on Stacie’s hand, and we ran to the side of the hill to go up and do it again.
When we reached the top, I caught a glimpse of Wes! I hollered at him and waved. He barreled over and crushed me against him in an enthusiastic hug. From the looks of him, he’d already been down the hill, too. He held up a toboggan. “Go down with me.”
I nodded. “Together?”
“I only have this one. We can go down together now, and we’ll race later when we can snatch another.”
I eagerly followed after him, forgetting all about Stacie until she tugged at my arm. “Andy.” I didn’t want to listen to her whine; I wanted to go down the hill again.
“I’ll be right back.” I tried to smile reassuringly, but I knew it didn’t work. “Aubrey’s over there.”
Her head whipped around. “Where?”
“Over there,” I pointed. “Why don’t you get her and find another toboggan. Then when we get back up here, we’ll all race.”
A winning grin returned to Stacie’s face, and she raced off to grab Aubrey.
I turned back to Wes; one of his brows quirked up in that mocking way of his. “Are you ready, Andromeda?”
I poked a finger into his chest. “Don’t call me that! That’s not my name.”
“You’re mother thinks so.”
I growled.
He chuckled and took my hand. “Come on.”
Before I could catch my breath, he pulled me into his lap and shoved us down the hill. The force of the speed threw me against the hard plains of his chest, and he wrapped his strong arms around my waist.
I laughed with delight, I couldn’t help it. This was the most fun I’d had all summer. Within seconds we were at the bottom and making our way back up the side of the hill.
I’m not sure what it was about this activity. We would fly down the hill at unsafe speed for a few short seconds, laughing gleefully from the heady adrenaline rush. Then we would trudge back up the hill and do it again. For whatever reason, no one seems to mind the climb. If we were on a hike, there would be grumbles the entire way.
Once Wes and I reached the top, we met Stacie and Aubrey and the four of us raced. After Wes and I beat them for the fourth time, the sprinkler kicked on, and Stacie suggested we switch partners.
But before we went down again, Aubrey hollered to stop. Wes and Stacy didn’t hear her shout until they had pushed off and couldn’t stop partway down the hill.
I turned to Aubrey, a little annoyed. “What’s the problem?”
“Did you see Vernaun?”
I repressed a groan. “No.”
“He’s over there. I think he just got hurt.”
“I didn’t hear the whistle.” I looked to where she pointed.
I saw him off to the side of the hill. He was standing, so he couldn’t be that badly hurt. But as he walked up the hill, he appeared to be limping.
“I need to go make sure he’s okay.”
I rolled my eyes. There was already a swarm of girls offering their assistance.
Aubrey stood and without her feet digging into the ground, the toboggan – and I – went sliding down the hill. No ready for the descent, I just barely managed to hang on to the slender piece of plastic. By the time I got to the bottom, my face was covered in mud, my hair was plastered to my face, and my arms were skinned up from trying to hang onto the toboggan.
One thing I had learned in my years here at camp, a girl did not let go of her toboggan. Why? Because, if you lost it, you didn’t get it back.
I felt like I had been in a fight and lost, but I clomped up the hill with a smile on my face. I met Wes and Stacie at the top.
Stacie didn’t seem to see me, but a sly grin spread slowly from one side of Wes’ face to the other. “If I’d known you were into mud wrestling, I would have taking you out years ago.”
I slapped him on the arm, but couldn’t stop smiling. My hand left a muddy print on his sleeve.
“Hey! You ruined my shirt.”
I folded my arms, my toboggan clutched firmly in my hand. “Good.”
I was about to say more, but just then, some kid came up and snatched my toboggan from out of my hands and went sliding down the hill.
I stomped my foot. “Stupid camper!”
It was a good thing things were so chaotic because I could have lost my job for hollering that to a camper. As it was, no one seemed to even hear me except Stacie and Wes.
Wes pinched my shoulder. “Don’t worry about it. If Meghan doesn’t fire you for your inappropriate comment, you can borrow my toboggan.”
Ow, I mouthed and rubbed my shoulder, even though it didn’t really hurt.
Just then, Aubrey bounded over. “Guess what. Vernaun just told me that there’s a $10 reward for anyone who can ride a toboggan down the hill on their feet without falling.”
Stacie’s eyes were as big as mine felt. “Is that how he got hurt? Is he okay?”
Aubrey nodded. “He sprained his ankle, but he’ll be okay.”
“I’m going to try it.”
“Wes!” I grabbed his sleeve. “You’re going to get hurt.”
He shook his head. “I’ll bail if I need to. Just tuck my head and roll.”
I rolled my eyes. “It is not a somersault.”
He shrugged and leapt onto the plastic shield of death like he was born to ride it. “All the way down on my feet?”
Aubrey nodded.
“Wes!”
It was too late. He’d already started down the hill. About a quarter of the way down, he went over a bump, and I watched his balance waiver. The next thing I knew, I was screaming his name as he rolled down the hill.
“He’ll be fine,” Aubrey said with a hand on my shoulder. “Vernaun only got hurt because he tried to save his fall. He was lots further down than Wes.”
I waited for Wes to get to his feet and breathed easier when he walked away by himself.
“Now it’s your turn, Andy.” Aubrey didn’t look at me; she just continued to look down the hill.
I looked too, and didn’t like what I saw. The hill was packed with people. Some attempting the snowboarding/toboggan thing, some doing things in a more traditional manner.
“I’m not going down on my feet. It’s too dangerous.”
“You are so predictable.” I turned to gape at Stacie. I couldn’t believe my best friend would try and pressure me into this.
“She’s right. You are.”
I turned back to Aubrey. “I’m not going to do it.”
Aubrey shrugged. “I’m surprised you even came today. You are not one to alter your schedule.”
I felt the heat rise to my face. Yes, I liked routine, but that didn’t mean I was boring.
Stacie sighed deeply. I was afraid to look at her, but I couldn’t help it. The hopeless look in her eye shocked me. “It’s not like you’re going to get hurt, Andy. You were in gymnastics. If you falter, just roll like Wes did.”
My mouth opened and closed but no sound came out. I looked between my two friends and felt like a kitten backed into a corner. I took a step back and felt someone’s hands on my shoulders. I looked up and saw Wes’ grin.
“That was so much fun! Who’s next?”
“Andy!”
I glared at Stacy and Aubrey as they both said my name. They pointedly avoided my gaze.
I groaned. “Fine.” I ripped the toboggan from Wes’s hand and started for the edge of the hill.

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Goodnight Tweetheart, by Teresa Medeiros

2011-08-21T22:09:00.002-06:00

I just finished reading Goodnight Tweetheart, by Teresa Medeiros. Usually I pick out a book because I like the author and then part way through the book I will read the back cover. I did the same with this one.

Abigail Donovan has a lot of stuff she should be doing. Namely writing her next novel. A bestselling author who is still recovering from a near Pulitzer Prize win and the heady success that follows Oprah’s stamp of approval, she is stuck at Chapter Five and losing confidence daily. But when her publicist signs her up for a Twitter account, she’s intrigued. What’s all the fuss?
Taken under the wing of one of her Twitter followers, “MarkBaynard"—a quick witted, quick-typing professor on sabbatical—Abby finds it easy to put words out into the world 140 characters at a time. And once she gets a handle on tweets, retweets, direct messages, hashtags, and trends, she starts to feel unblocked in writing and in life. After all, why should she be spending hours in her apartment staring at her TweetDeck and fretting about her stalled career when Mark is out there traveling the world and living?

Or is he?

I found this to be a highly unusual book as most of it is done in the form of tweets. Yes, you heard me correctly. A good share of the book is written in tweet dialogue. Each dialogue existing for 146 characters or less. I found myself wondering how you’d write a book in this form. Would you write it and then go back and make sure each form of dialogue was only 146 characters? Or would you do count each character as you went along? Or did Teresa simply get a feel of how long 146 characters is and get it all right the first time? And how many edits did she have to make?

Silly questions, I know. That’s the writer in me.

The reader in me enjoyed the simple online romance. It was cute! There were a couple references to sexual behaviors, and there were a couple choice words. If that doesn’t bother you, I’d recommend this book. It was light, fun, an easy read, and really well crafted. It’s amazing what the author has managed to tell the reader about each of the characters strictly through tweets.

If you are looking for something quick and different than your traditional romance, this is one I’d recommend!

Wednesday Romance

2011-08-17T06:00:00.000-06:00

I appreciate your patience with me and my technology. I had this chapter ready to go last week, but before I could post it, my hard drive crashed. I was so upset, I gave up for the night. The next night, my husband (with the help from a friend) rescued the documents on my computer. I had most of my writing ones saved to a jump drive, but I didn't have my pictures. And I know that they have sites to back things up on so you don't lose things, I'm just lazy. I may change my views now. :p
So, I thought I could just get on my husband's computer, plug in my jump drive and go. WRONG! Apparently, I had a newer version of Word on my computer than he has on his and so his computer couldn't read my documents. grrrr......
To make a LONG story short, I was able to borrow a computer and save my stories so they were compatible with the older versions of Word. My husband is ordering me a new hard drive and I CAN'T WAIT!!!
Hopefully life will settle down soon. (please, please, please) So thank you for your continued support and eagerness for Wednesday Romances. They have been lots of fun! I hope you enjoy this next chapter! :)

Chapter 3
I’d like to say that the evening dull enough to rival watching my younger brother engrossed his favorite novel.
But I can’t.
As soon as Wes joined us on the log bench, Stacie hid the taffy under the blanket. I don’t know if she thought the blanket would keep us warm – as we sat on top of it – or if it would keep us clean after a day of camping. The issue was null anyway as the blanket served neither purpose.
Wes handed me another soda and smiled. He sat next to me, but he sat on the ground and stretched his legs out, leaning his back against the log.
I heard Stacie inhale and waited for the struggle between them.
“Don’t tell me you plan to sit like that the entire night.”
I slouched and tried to disappear as Wes turned hard eyes on Stacie. “Of course I do.”
If she was standing, she probably would have stomped her foot. “You are going to be in Vernaun’s way.”
“So?”
She groaned. Loudly. Fire leapt into her eyes. “Wesley Adam Powell you’d better not ruin this for me! Or for Andy! You are going to trip Vernaun on purpose, and I will kill you for it.”
I had never heard so much venom in her voice before. For the first time since I’d known her, she frightened me. I glanced to Wes. His eyebrows formed a solid ‘V,’ and I knew he would start bellowing within seconds. Probably as soon as his face turned fully purple. No one – not even his mother – ever used his full name and got away with it.
If any of us wanted to survive this, I would have to intervene. “Calm down. Both of you. Fighting like star struck lovers won’t do anything.”
Great! Now I had their attention. Only it was the kind of attention I usually tried to avoid. Oh, well. I needed to stop this fight. I might as well make an impression.
“Look. I’m not picking sides, but you two have got to stop this. You can’t say a single sentence to each other without breaking into a fight. Now we are going to sit here and make the most of campfire tonight.” I made eye contact with Wes first and then Stacie. “If either of you decide to go at it again, I will be forced to assume you are madly in love with each other and make sure you express yourselves in a manner that more closely resembles a couple in love. And yes, kissing will be involved.”
“Ugh!” Both groaned, cringed, and turned at the same time. I tried not to giggle. If I hadn’t known better, I would have guessed they really did like each other romantically.
Before anyone could say anything else a group of girls approached giggling loudly. I didn’t have to wonder what their giggling was about because it increased seconds later when ‘The Wall’ entered the clearing surrounded by his posse. Well, perhaps entourage was a better term. After all, I didn’t think ‘The Wall’ had the same interest in himself that everyone surrounding him did, but I’d been wrong before. Either way, I could name nearly everyone surrounding him, and they all considered themselves above everyone else at camp just because of their association with ‘The Wall.’
I shook my head. “What is it about? Campers think they’re cool just because they hang out with a college kid?”
Stacie looked at me like I was crazy. I held up my hand to ward off her attack. “I realize I may have been the same way at sixteen if a college guy had said ‘hi’ to me. But do they realize who he is? What he’s like?”
Wes turned toward me with his eyebrows raised. “Do you? I mean now? If he were to do anything more than say ‘hi’ to you now, would you behave any different?”
I sighed and thought about that as the head camp leader, Meghan, settled everyone down and began our evening. I’d like to think I’d know better than to get all googly eyed and silly if ‘The Wall’ gave me the time of day. But the truth was, I didn’t know. Earlier that evening I had thought he was going to kiss me. I wanted to hit my head against a wall for that thought.
As it was, I sat there and watched as he and Aubrey, another camp leader, entertained the campers with stories and silly songs. I tried not to become enthralled, but the truth was, Vernaun Jones was a good looking guy. Anyone would enjoy watching him dance as he sang or act out stories. Well, maybe not everyone. At one point I looked at Wes who was glowering at the scene in front of him with his arms folded across his chest. He only did that when he was highly annoyed. I snorted in amusement and tried to cover it up with a cough and a drink of my soda, which only made the situation worse.
Wes looked at me in concern and then glared when he realized I was trying to conceal a grin.
“You’d better not be laughing at me.”
I buried my face underneath the neck of my shirt so that only my eyes were showing and shook my head. He actually growled, which did not help matters, and turned back to the entertainment.
When campfire was over, the campers meandered slowly to their cabins. Why is it that when it’s time for bed, campers move in the slowest way possible? That just means I have to stay up longer. Don’t they realize that I have to make sure that all my cabins have their lights off before I get to go to bed? But I digress.
I stood and stretched my limbs.
Aubrey came up to me and clapped her hands. “Vernaun and I are almost together.”
Stacie stood and shook out her blanket. “You said that last week.”
Aubrey wrinkled her nose.
Wes grabbed something and stood. “Hey, Stace. I’ll just keep these.”
Her eyes widened as she saw the taffy, and she reached for them. “Wes, don’t you dare! They are mine!”
He hid them behind his back. “And we’re not allowed to have them; too many people not picking up after themselves.”
“That’s not my problem. Give them to me.” She jumped at him and tried to wrestle them from his hands.
I rolled my eyes and stepped away and focused on Aubrey. “I still don’t know what you see in him.”
“Vernaun? You can’t be serious!”
“I know the superficial reasons, but you never spend any time with him. Do you even know what he’s like?”
She rolled her eyes and gave me a hiccup sigh. “As if you would know. You sit in that silly little booth all day long. For your information, I have been spending a lot of time with him. And did you see us tonight? I didn’t even ask him to put his arm around me and kiss me on the cheek like that.”
“It was part of the story. And Wes does it to me all the time.”
“That’s because Wes has only sisters. He’s practically a girl.”
A pounding started behind my eyes. I think I may have lost my temper and punched her but she changed the subject, and I reminded myself to breathe.
She flipped her hair over her shoulder. “Did Meghan talk to you about changing cabin schedules?”
My lips pinched together. “She’s changing it again? Mid week?”
Aubrey shrugged. “I guess.”
“Maybe I’ll go talk to her.”
“Are you coming to the hill tomorrow?”
I stopped and turned. I hadn’t been to the hill all summer. “What time?”
“Right after lunch.”
I shook my head. “I can’t. There’s another group practicing tomorrow.”
“Rearrange it. Couldn’t you squeeze them in somewhere else?”
I thought about it. Meghan was not allowed to open up the hill every session of the camp, and this was the first time she had done it this summer. I didn’t what all the rules were regarding that. I was usually stuck in the sound booth down in the meadow or cleaning the kitchens. I seldom took campers on hikes and led them on their other adventures. As a result, I didn’t always know what was going with the rest of the camp.
However, the hill was not something to be missed out on. Even I knew that. A truck soaked the side of a hill with soap and water, and the campers slid down the hill on some part of their body. Like a giant, sudsy slide. It was the best part of camp. The hill had been opened twice during my first summer and only once since.
“I’ll be there.”
“Oh good. I can’t wait!”
I couldn’t stop the smile that spread across my lips.

Crash!

2011-08-09T21:56:00.001-06:00

My computer crashed. So while I have access to the web on my phone, our Wednesday Romance will be postponed until I can get it fixed! My sincerest apologies!

Wednesday Romance

2011-08-03T06:00:00.000-06:00

Chapter 2
Vernaun Jones, the most handsome guy I had ever laid eyes one, was going to kiss me. My breath quickened, and his arms tightened around me. His face drew even closer to mine. I tried to smile, but rather than looking like the damsel in distress, I probably looked more like a limp fish lying in the sand taking my last breath.
The voice I heard, however, was not the concerned voice of ‘The Wall.’ No. The voice that I heard was one I’d heard a million times before. The timbre was low and a bit growly, but warm and comforting. I turned my head to seek it out, and when I finally saw Wes’s concerned face, my eyes cleared and my breathing returned to normal.
I looked back at Vernaun. Why would he be trying to kiss me? He didn’t even know me. I shook my head to clear the fuzziness behind my eyes and straightened.
He still held me by the shoulders and looked in my general direction. It was like he was searching for something behind me but didn’t want to be rude, so he pretended to look at me, even though I could tell by the blank look in his eyes that he didn’t see me. “You okay?”
I didn’t want to turn to see what had captured his attention, so I stepped out of his grasp. “I’m fine.”
“Alright. I’ll see you later.” He sidestepped around my friends and jogged off to the right.
I stared after him. Wondering what he was in such a hurry for. He ran away from the campfire, so it must be something else. I shrugged and rubbed my tender chin.
“Are you okay, Andy?”
I turned my attention back to Wes, who took hold of my by the shoulders and searched my face.
“Of course she’s okay.” Stacie shoved his shoulder, but he didn’t budge. “She was just in the arms of Vernaun Jones. What girl wouldn’t be okay? I mean really, Wes. Vernaun Jones? Do you know what a girl has to do to capture any of his attention? And Andy didn’t even try!”
“Can it, Stacie. I know how you feel about the scum bag.”
Stacie started to protest, but Wes cut her off with his booming voice.
“I’m not talking to you. Andy had the wind knocked out of her, and I’m asking her how she’s doing. Not how much she’s in love with that lout.”
A burst of laughter exploded from Stacie, and she threw her head back. “A lout? What kind of a word is that?”
He glared at her but otherwise ignored her and turned back to me.
I smiled. His brows were puckered together in a ‘V’ like they always did when he was concerned or thinking really hard. “I’m fine, Wes. Really. My chin’s a little sore, but I’ll be fine.”
His head tilted as if to decide if I was telling him the truth or not. He must have decided I wasn’t lying too much because his face relaxed back into a lazy grin, and he released me.
We all fell into step together. Wes resumed his devotion to his burger, I could hear Stacie giggling next to me, and I just tried to gather my wits. It bugged me that Vernaun hadn’t even really seen me. I didn’t know if my unease was because I wanted ‘The Wall’ to see me or if it was because I was tired of being overlooked by everyone. I was only twenty-one and working on my second bachelor’s degree. I wasn’t ancient, but I certainly wasn’t attracting attention from anyone.
“Wes, would if I were a girl would you go out with me?”
Wes turned to me with such a confused expression on his face that I realized my question had sounded pretty odd.
“What I mean is if I weren’t your best friend and just some girl, would you ask me out? Am I pretty enough for you to want to ask out?”
His frown deepened. “What kind of a question is that?”
“I’ve just been thinking, and I think Stacie is right. I’m boring.”
“You’re not….”
I held up my hand to cut Wes off. “I’m not exciting. Vernaun didn’t even look at me. Not that I want him to, but I certainly don’t want him to see right through me. I haven’t been on a date in two years.”
Stacie coughed on her drink. “Has it really been that long?”
I ignored her. “I just want to know if it’s how I look or how I act.”
Wes stepped in front of me, and I stopped. I watched as Stacie kept walking toward the campfire. She probably wanted a seat close to ‘The Wall.’
Wes lifted his hand to my face and brushed my hair behind my ear. His thumb trailed along my chin and lifted it so that I could meet his gaze.
His smile sent a shiver through my body, like a powerful shot of sugar. “Andy, you are a very pretty girl.”
I sighed. “So I’m boring.”
His eyes focused on mine and for some reason, I couldn’t look away. There was intensity to his blue eyes that I’d never noticed before. They were so dark, they were almost black. “You’re not boring, Andy. You’re not outgoing and crazy, but you’re not boring.”
My voice came out in a strangled whisper. “But it isn’t enough.”
I wondered what kind of a spell he had put me under. My body felt weak, as though I hadn’t eaten in days. My voice was raspy, as though I was dying of thirst. When Wes finally let go of my chin with a shake of his head, I swallowed and tried to take a drink from my empty cup. I sighed and reached for Wes’s. He smiled as I took a hearty swallow and handed it back.
“Are you two coming? I’ve saved us great seats! Right behind Vernaun.”
I giggled as Wes rolled his eyes. “I do not want to gaze at Vernaun’s back side all evening.”
I took a bite of my burger, finding humor in Wes’s situation but not wanting to have to offer an opinion in favor of either of my friends.
Stacie put her hands on her hips. “Well you won’t, will you. You’ll be watching Andy all night anyway.”
I coughed and tried not to choke. Wes hit me on the back a couple times and handed me his drink.
After I quite gasping for air, Wes took my arm. “Let’s go,” he mumbled and led me to the bon fire. Stacie beamed and pointed to a blanket she’s set over a log. I knew she expected praise for her cunning in securing the seats, but I knew anything I said would start another fight between her and Wes. They had been fighting more and more lately. I wished I knew why. But instead, I just tried to avoid situations they disagreed on.
“Andy, you sit with Stacie. I’ll go get you another drink.”
I smiled but he’d already turned, and I ended up smiling at his back.
“You know he likes you.”
I turned to Stacie. “You’re crazy. He’s my best friend. Next to you, of course.”
She sat on the log and looked up at me through her lashes.
I plopped down next to her. “Oh, come on. Wes does not think of me like that.”
She shook her head and produced a bag of salt water taffy from under her blanket. “I’ll find us some sticks and we can roast these.”
“We aren’t supposed to put anything in the fire. It’s against the camp rules.”
She sighed. “There you go again. Being boring.”
I glared at her.
“No one is here yet.” She looked pointedly at Jesse, a plump boy with thinning hair and thick glasses that were always sideways on his face, who sat on the other side of the fire. “Jesse doesn’t count. He can hardly see. I’m amazed Meghan hired him again this year.”
I sighed. Stacie must have taken that as a resignation because she hopped up and was back with roaster sticks in less than a minute. I took a stick from her and put the taffy on the end. Looking around, I took a deep breath and plunged the stick over the fire.

Romantic Set-Up

2011-08-01T22:08:00.002-06:00

I'm looking for some ideas. I'd love it if you played along!

Leave me a comment and answer any or all of the questions below. (If blogger is being impossible, email me with your comments. rachelrager(dot)romance(at)gmail(dot)com.) If I like your answer the best, I'll use it in my current Wednesday Romance! :) If I like it and I can't work it into anything I'm working on now, I'll file it away and use it somewhere else!

1. If you could arrange the most romantic date, what would it be?

2. If you could set up the perfect kiss, what would be your setting?

3. If you could recreate your favorite romantic memory, how would you do it?

Thanks for your ideas! Happy kisses!!

New Release!

2011-07-31T06:00:00.000-06:00

Author Tristi Pinkston is excited to announce the release of the third novel in her Secret Sisters Mysteries series.

Titled Hang ‘em High, this novel takes place on a dude ranch in Montana. When Ida Mae’s son invites her to come for a visit, of course she brings Arlette and Tansy along with her. They are expecting to spend the week looking at horses, avoiding the cows, and making amends in Ida Mae’s relationship with her son. What they don’t expect is to be stuck on the ranch in the middle of a blizzard and to be thrust headlong into the middle of a mystery.

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Help Tristi celebrate her new novel in two ways. First, come participate in the two-week-long blog contest, where you can win a book nearly every single day! All the details are up on Tristi’s blog.

Second, come to the book launch!

You are invited to an

August Authorama!

Saturday, August 13th

Pioneer Book, 858 S. State, Orem

12 – 4 pm

Games, prizes, balloons, face painting,

and Dutch oven cobbler

prepared by world champion cook

Keith Fisher.

Authors Tristi Pinkston, J. Lloyd Morgan, Cindy Hogan,

Nichole Giles, and Heather Justesen

will all be there to sign books.

This is one book launch event

you will not want to miss!

The Feather Kiss

2011-07-30T06:00:00.000-06:00

The Feather Kiss
by Rachel Rager

Synopsis:
Lydia has loved Brett from afar since high school. After an accident left his sister in the hospital, Lydia abandoned her love in favor of her friend. But when Brett comes to her, looking for help, she must decide whether she can forgive him in order to mend the bridge between him and his sister - and risk heartbreak - or lose him forever.

Format:
Ebook only

Purchase:
Smashwords.com

Excerpt:
It all started with a kiss. Cliché as that sounds, it’s true. Some might argue that kisses aren’t a big deal. Let me say, one kiss changed my life. It was nothing more than a light brush of the lips. A feather light, accidental touch. It altered my life and I may never be the same.
I closed my notebook and breathed a sigh of relief. If I never calculated another set of numbers, it would be too soon. I stretched my arms above my head, my back arching over the back of my chair. I stood and went to get a drink from the sink. Letting the water run over my hand, I stared out the window at the trees. I loved summer. I loved the heat. Tomorrow would be the perfect day at the pool.
“Hey, Liddy.”
I jumped but didn’t have to turn. Brett. No one else had that rich raspy sound to their voice that made me feel like I was drowning in a barrel of smooth hot fudge.
“I didn’t hear you come in.” I filled my glass and turned off the sink.
“Did you get me a drink? That was so kind of you.”
He grabbed the glass that was halfway to my lips. His arm brushed my shoulder in the tiny kitchen. My heart stuttered and I swallowed. With a wink, he drained the glass and handed it back. “Thanks.”
I tried to glower. “Don’t mention it.” I filled the glass again and took a long drink, fully aware that he had drunk out of the same cup only seconds before. He leaned against the counter with folded arms and smiled. My eyes dropped to those adorable dimples that showed on his face. My hand shook and I nearly dropped the glass. Taking another long drink, I put the glass in the sink and turned back to the table.
“What are you working on?”
“I just finished my homework.”
“Oh, that’s right. I forgot you were taking summer classes. How’s that going?”
I turned to see him still leaning against the counter. My brow crinkled as I tried to figure out what he really wanted. He never sat and talked with me. Not ever.
“I’ll be glad when it’s done. What brings you here? I was about to take Kate to the mall. She’s got her heart set on being some deadly creature in black for the Mid Summer’s Ball.”
Brett’s brow wrinkled. “Is she going with Baker?”
“Yeah.” Seeing his frown, I decided to defend Kate’s boyfriend. “He’s a great guy and treats her well. He’s the best thing that’s happened to her in a long time.” Brett nodded and I couldn’t help but throw a stake into his heart. “She needs a protector and he’s always there for her.”
His face darkened. Ever since Brett started college, he and I hadn’t gotten along. In high school he’d been kind and happy. After graduation, he started dating Jessica and grew cynical and mean. His behavior today, confused me. He’d broken things off with Jessica and been through many girlfriends since, but he’d never been the boy I’d loved so many years ago. Instead, he and I jousted with insults and I always walked away with a bigger chunk of my heart missing.
He didn’t throw an insult back at me and I turned to stare at him.
“You didn’t say why you stopped by. Did you want to see Kate?”
“I saw her on my way in. Her nose is in some magazine.”
I smiled.
“Do you work at the pool tomorrow?”
“Yeah.” I looked down at my sun tanned arms.
“I was thinking I might come by and see you.”
My head jerked up, certain I heard him wrong. My traitorous heart began to pound at the thought of him in swimming shorts, coming to see me. He chuckled, and I realized, my eyes must have betrayed my thoughts.
I began stacking my books together and put them in my backpack. I swung it on my shoulder and headed off to my room. I groaned softly and let my bag drop to the floor. Plopping onto my bed, I sighed. Brett was particularly cruel today. I now realized that his comment about coming to see me had been a mean jab that hit its mark. Why did I still react to him? When he’d nearly gotten Kate killed on the way to the prom, I swore I would never love him again. Yet, as more time went on, I found it harder to keep my heart from softening toward him.
Shaking my head, I grabbed my purse from my dresser and turned to the door.
I squealed.
Brett stood against the door jamb watching me. He chuckled. “I didn’t know you’d started squealing, too.”
“I haven’t,” I growled and walked toward him. “You scared me. What are you doing in my room?”
He lifted his arms in defense. “I just needed to talk with you a minute.”
I folded my arms and waited.
“I wanted to ask you to the ball next week.”
My jaw dropped and I stood speechless.
He shifted his weight back and forth while I processed his words. I realized he was nervous. Good. He should be. After the way he treated me the last five years, he should be terrified to ask me. I didn’t plan to let him down easily. He was going to wish for a cliff to fall off when I was through.
“Brett, I….”
“Before you tell me no or whatever punishment you have in mind for me, let me say something.”
He knew me well.
“Lydia, you and I have had our differences. I’m not sure why, at least on your end, but I’d like to start over with you. You are my sister’s best friend. We both know that my relationship with her is strained.”
I snorted, and he glared at me.
“I desperately want her to see me as an ally rather than an enemy. I’m sure she and Baker will be tying the knot soon and I don’t want to be left out. I want to be a part of her life. I want to be a part of her children’s lives.”
I stared at him while he spoke. I had planned to battle with him, but not over his sister. This changed things. I needed to rethink my strategy, and fast.
“She won’t let me into her life. I’ve tried.” I saw the pained look on his face. What he said was true. Kate usually brushed him off, not that I blamed her. As I stood looking at him, I saw the young man he once was. I saw his repentant heart. I wanted to love him and help him out. I quickly squished my irrational thoughts.
“Why ask me to the dance? Why not take Elli?”
“She and I broke up months ago.”
“Oh,” was the only intelligent thing I could say.
He smiled. “Kate will look at me differently if I’m with you. She loves you and always has. If she sees that you can tolerate me, perhaps she’ll give me a chance, too.”
I looked at him closely. My steel resolve slipped.
“I promise to be a gentleman. I won’t take advantage of you or our arrangement.”
“How kind of you.”
He smiled again. He always did enjoy my sarcasm.
“We can go as anything you want.” His eyes penetrated mine. “Please say you’ll go and help me win back my sister’s love.”
I sighed and turned. I couldn’t think straight while he stared at me with those imploring eyes. It would mean the world to Kate if she had her brother back, but at what cost. I didn’t know if my heart could endure being on his arm for one night, and one night only. Even though I hated him, I couldn’t deny my attraction to him. This would ruin me forever. Could I do that to myself for my friend’s sake?
“Fine. I’ll do it.”
His hands gripped my shoulders and spun me around. “You will?”
“I’ll do it for Kate.”
His eyes traveled over my face and his brow puckered. “That’s it? No battle of the wills?”
“I’m not doing it for you. I still don’t like you, but I love your sister. She misses you terribly. If it will bring peace to her, then I’ll do it.”
He closed his eyes and when he opened them again, I saw the moisture which filled them. “Thank you,” he whispered.
“I’m not doing it for you.” I pulled away from him and walked to the door.
“I know. I will be eternally in your debt.”
I turned. Never in my life had I seen him look so humble. I shook my head, clearing away thoughts that could betray me.
He walked closer and I found myself taking a step back. I didn’t understand the look in his eye, but my heart was pounding so furiously I was certain I would leave my room with it broken. He placed his hands on my arms and leaned forward. Oh no! He was going to kiss me. I panicked. What was I going to do? Why was he going to kiss me?
My heart raced and I shook my head. He chuckled and smiled. Those beautiful dimples melted my heart and my knees gave way.
“Careful, Liddy. Aren’t you taking my sister shopping? Are you well enough to go?”
I nodded dumbly.
He looked deeply into my eyes and for the first time in years, I wanted this man. I wanted him with an aching in my gut. He’d made mistakes, but so had I. When I looked into his eyes at that moment, I could see the man he was inside. Not the man he pretended to be. I wanted to bury my face in his neck, wrap my arms around him and never let him go.
I saw his face lean closer to mine. My eyes widened. He smiled and tilted his head. My breathing stopped. “Thank you, Liddy.” I felt his whisper on my face. His lips were inches away. Then, ever so softly, his lips kissed my cheek, so close to my mouth, yet so far away. They hovered for a moment. He looked into my eyes and I almost swooned from his nearness.
A voice in the back of my head warned me to turn away. He would only break my heart. But he was so close. I couldn’t move. He pressed forward and his lips touched my cheek again. Still captivated by his eyes, I turned just a bit, to better see his eyes. His lips brushed mine with the softness of a feather. The color of his blue eyes deepened as our lips met. So gentle, I almost didn’t realize his were there, except that my heart had stilled. My lips tingled and my stomach fluttered with excitement. Nothing existed by him.
“Liddy!” Kate’s squeal plunged me back to earth as Brett pulled away. “You are sick! Do you realize you were kissing my brother?”
Plain flashed in Brett’s eyes.
Slowly I turned around. “Kate. Let me explain. Brett and I….”
“Eeeeew!”
I saw Brett out of the corner of my eye. His shoulders slumped forward. “Don’t,” he said softly to me.
I grabbed Brett’s hand before he could leave. “Kate, I’m sorry you had to see that, but I think you should know….”
“No! No, no, no, no! You can’t be dating. I won’t allow it! Liddy, you know what he is. He’ll destroy you! I can’t let him do that to you. You mean more to me than he ever will. Please, tell me you aren’t dating him and this was my imagination. Please!”
Lines etched Brett’s face aging him ten years. Kate had every right to hate her brother. He’d earned her distain, but I could see how much it hurt him. The old Brett would have laughed and threw insults back. Today, his gaze held mine for a moment, his eyes begging me to let him go. My heart softened. I couldn’t let him suffer any more. He needed his family.
“Kate, are you only concerned that he will hurt me?”
“Of course!”
“Would you be more supportive if I could promise you I wouldn’t get hurt?”
“How? How could you grantee that?”
Her brow wrinkled much as her brother’s had earlier. I looked at Brett and saw his confusion, too. I looked down and laced my fingers through his before looking up into his eyes. I knew he understood pain. My heart fluttered as I determined to help him know he could be loved. “Kate, Brett and I are getting married.”

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Happy kisses!!

Wednesday Romance

2011-07-27T06:00:00.001-06:00

Today we are starting a new Wednesday Romance. I will be writing this as we go along, so I encourage any and all feedback. Just leave me a comment, or if blogger is acting up, drop me an email and let me know your ideas! rachelrager(dot)romance(at)gmail(dot)com

Unfortunately, I don't have a title for this yet. I just can't come up with one. Let me know if you think of something!

I sat in front of the light and sound boards, the blinking lights telling me what is going on in the meadow below. Looking over the ledge of the booth I could see the signs of the simulated thunderstorm. Well, it would look much better at night, as opposed to early evening, but I knew what I was looking at.
“Hey, up in the booth! That’s not how it’s supposed to work.”
I sighed and shifted my attention to the approaching adolescent. I worked at a summer camp, and over the past three summers I had encountered this exact scene almost weekly. I stifled a groan. If I could endure until this group was finished practicing, I’d be done with my shift and would have the night off. I couldn’t be done soon enough.
The kid came jogging up the small hill to complain. I’m pretty sure he said his name was Justin. “It’s supposed to be a flash of light and then the boom.”
I inhaled and turned to him. “If you had watched carefully, that’s exactly what it did.”
“You forgot the flash.”
I didn’t even dignify that with a response.
One hand on his hip and the other clutching a stack of papers I knew to be the script to a skit he was directing, he looked down his nose at me. How old did this kid think he was? He couldn’t be a day over sixteen. Therefore, I was older than him by more than five years. Ugh!
He puffed out his chest. Believe me it didn’t make him look any more important, just arrogant and ignorant. “What’s your name again?”
I didn’t say anything. I’d already told him twice in the last thirty minutes, and it was embroidered on my shirt.
“So listen, why don’t you let me have a try at running the controls. I’ve done stuff like this before.”
I shook my head and moved to stand in his path. “Campers are not allowed to touch the equipment. Just tell me what you’d like, and I’ll make it happen.”
He gave me that look, you know, the one that says, ‘And I suppose you’re going to stop me.’
I put my hand out to protect the board. “If anything were to happen, you’d be sent home immediately, and you will be responsible to pay for the damages. It’s in the contract you signed when you registered for this camp. Trust me, that’s not what you want to do.”
He met my gaze for a minute and then stepped back. I saw it as the resignation that it was and sat back down. “Now if you’d like to watch again, I’ll show you that there is only one flash before the sound. Unless you’d like something else to happen, which I assure you, I can do.”
I pushed the appropriate buttons and the lights flashed and a loud boom followed. I glanced at him with a smirk and saw him scowl. In the few minutes his complaint had lasted, the sky had dimmed enough for him to see that I really had accomplished what he had asked. Instead of acknowledging my success, he turned and stomped down the hill. I could hear him mumbling under his breath and did my best not to burst into triumphant laughter.
A quarter hour later, I sighed with relief as the campers moseyed out of the meadow. I leaned back in my chair and spun away from the table. The cup of soda Wes had brought me several hours ago sat in a puddle of water from the condensation. I lifted the cup and took a deep sip from the straw. It took everything in me to swallow and not spit out the slightly flavored, luke-warm water all over the walls of the small booth.
I walked to the door, threw out the drink, and threw the cup in the garbage under the desk. Hopefully there would be some fresh soda in the cafeteria. I desperately needed some sugar if I was going to enjoy my evening.
I reached to turn off the boards when I heard someone breathing behind me. I spun as fast as if the door had slammed open. My shoulders relaxed when I saw Stacie leaning against the door jam, a hand to her heaving chest.
“Did you run here?”
Stacie nodded.
“Did you forget your inhaler?”
She nodded again.
I reached for the generic one I kept in my bag for such occasions.
“Not…that bad…. Be fine…in a minute.”
Well, her speaking wasn’t terrible, but I still held out the inhaler. She looked at it like she would a steaming plate of broccoli, but reluctantly accepted it. Within seconds she was breathing better and handed it back.
Stacie walked into the small room, her hand trailing over the dials she had no idea how to use. When she looked at me, her eyes twinkling, I knew she had not just come to see me for a social call. She must have news of ‘The Wall.’
She flipped her hair over her shoulder. “Vernaun is doing the campfire tonight. Are you going?”
Ugh! If there was one thing I’d learned over the years, it was to avoid Vernaun Jones. Vernaun. What kind of a name is that anyway? Why couldn’t his parents name him Vernon like any normal person. But no! He’s special. Give him a name like Vernaun and he’s sure to be a success. And it’s pronounced ver-nawn, stupid, I know.
I’ve always just called him the nickname that he went by at the camp. ‘The Wall.’ It suited him really. He’s the quarterback type of guy in build and attitude. There’s really no other way to describe him.
“Andy, did you hear me? I said Vernaun….”
“Yes, I heard you. I chose not to comment.”
I saw the gleam in her eyes and wanted to run.
“Are you sure?” She took a step forward and clutched my arm. “It looked more like you were daydreaming about the most gorgeous guy in the entire camp.”
“I was not daydreaming. More like trying to find a way to get out of campfire tonight.”
“And did you come up with any brilliant ideas?” She steered me out of the booth. “Do you have the keys?”
I nodded.
She locked the door and pulled me down the path. “Well?”
“You or Wes could tie me up in the forest somewhere and come get me when you’re done.”
“Ha! Then I would be late. Not a chance. No. You’re coming with me.”
I placed a hand to my stomach as it grumbled. “I’m starving. I need to eat.”
“Wes is getting us food. He’ll meet us there.”
“Ugh.”
“Oh, come on. It won’t be that bad.”
“It always is, Stace. You know how all the girls fall at his feet. They’d like nothing more than the chance to touch him. If he actually singles one of them out for anything, they get all giggly and girly. It’s ridiculous.”
Stacy narrowed her eyes at me. “He is hot.”
I narrowed my eyes back at her. “He’s not that hot.”
“He is so. I think you just like him and are secretly jealous.”
“Why would I like him? He doesn’t know I exist.”
“True. But if you would step out of your little bubble, he might. Face it, Andy, you haven’t done anything new or exciting in three years. You’re as old as Nurse Mary.”
I stopped and pulled her to a stop. “I am not!”
“You’re not what?”
I looked up and saw that Wes had joined us. He gave Stacie and I a brown paper bag, and I gladly took a sip of my soda.
“Andy thinks she’s not as boring as Nurse Mary.”
Wes smiled and took a burger out of his bag. “Sure you are. You like predictable. You like to know what’s going to happen.”
My mouth dropped.
He shrugged and took a big bite. He then began talking around his huge mouthful of food. I leaned away from him so I didn’t get spewed with lettuce.
“That doesn’t mean we don’t like you. It just means I know what to get you each night for dinner.” He winked.
I looked in my bag. A cheeseburger and apple slices. Just what I always had on Wednesday nights.
“It means,” Stacie said, “that hot guys like Vernaun will never notice her.”
Wes looked up, his brow wrinkled. “She doesn’t like Vernaun.”
I smiled. “Thank you.”
Stacie’s voice drowned mine out. “Sure she does. Every girl does.”
“I do not!”
Wes shook his head. “Vernaun may be a good looking guy, but he’s a shallow curd.”
Stacie rolled her eyes. “We know. He always flirts with the hottest girls at camp.”
Wes took another bite. “True, but he’s finicky too. Neither of you want to get tangled up with a dude like him. He’ll only cause heartache and trouble.”
The next second of my life seemed more like twenty minutes. You know, those moments where you experience everything in slow motion.
I took a bite of my cheeseburger – the first bite is always the best – and I looked up to see ‘The Wall’ headed for me as though I were the goal line on a football field. Perhaps I’m invisible to some people. I don’t know. The only thought that entered my mind was, ‘Surely he will see me and stop.’ But no. Of course not. Perhaps I was boring and predictable. Invisible even.
So I continued to walk because I couldn’t stop mid stride, and I collided with ‘The Wall.’ I think I will start calling him ‘The Brick Wall.’ The solid muscles of his overly wide chest met my cheek, and I felt warm drench my entire body. (Okay, that was my drink.) My teeth clattered in my head, and I think my head snapped backward, though everything started to go a little fuzzy at that point.
As I began to fall backward, I looked up into his well chiseled face and thought he could probably use a shave. One of my unruly hands reached out to touch his stubble but never quite reached his face. His arms wrap around me and I felt him pull me toward him.
My world swam as I steadied myself. His head leaned toward mine.
He was going to kiss me!

Wednesday Romance

2011-07-20T06:00:00.000-06:00

I thought this was cute! I LOVE Dick Van Dyke!

My MANY Excuses

2011-07-11T22:21:00.004-06:00

As many of you know, life has been CRAZY at my house this summer!

The beginning of June, all three of their girls had their tonsils out. That is one of the most ingenious things I have ever done! That first week was rough, but now I'm DONE!

Three weeks after their tonsilectomy, I had a hysterectomy. Everything went well, and I am nearly back to normal now. My doctor was VERY good, and I'm feeling great!

Two weekends ago, I went to Wyoming and visited Martin's Cove, the 6th crossing of the Sweetwater River, and Rocky Ridge. The mosquitos were positively INSANE!! But we had a great time! We wore our pioneer outfits, and it was fun to see my family.

Last week, my family and I went to Casper, Wyoming and my husband and I found new jobs! We decided we needed a change and wanted to be closer to family. This is the first time I will be a working mom. I'm really excited but scared to death! I'm working as a teller for Wells Fargo and think I will really enjoy it. To top it off, my husband and I are going to have a house built just north of Casper near a bunch of our friends!

So, this week, I left my kids in Casper and returned to Provo in order to pack up my house. I have a pretty good start, but I'm already tired. I fear it will be a VERY long week!

Unfortunately, because of all the excitement around here, my writing has been hit and miss. While I was in Casper I started a new story for our next Wednesday Romance! I'm pretty excited about that! So, make sure to stick around for that! I recieved some harsh critiques from a publisher about Sweet Ivy. They simply didn't like the story line. So I have to decide how much I really want to alter it. Therefore, my new ebook has been put on the back burner. I'm hoping that life will settle down again soon and I can get back to writing. I guess we'll see.

Winner!!!

2011-06-17T14:27:00.003-06:00

Congratulations to

Susan Arroyo!!!

She won a copy of Wednesday Romances

for the Summer Treasure Hunt!!!

There are still great prizes to be won!! Make sure to enter to win!!!

Summer Treasure Hunt!

2011-06-16T06:00:00.000-06:00

Don’t forget to enter the Treasure Hunt TODAY!!!

June 16

SPONSOR: Rachel Rager

PRIZE: Wednesday Romances - romance (obviously), ebook, by Rachel Rager. This is a compiliation of three different love stories, A Season for Love, The Tiger Unleashed, and The Feather Kiss. (All sweet romances)

QUESTION: Every week I have post a new chapter of a book on my blog. What are these posts called? (Hint: These posts are featured every Wednesday.)

WEBSITE/BLOG: http://rachelrager.blogspot.com/

OPEN TO INTERNATIONAL ENTRIES

SUMMER TREASURE HUNT RULES:

You can send in one entry for each day’s prize, or only for those prizes that strike your fancy. The rules are simple:

(1) Go to the website or blog indicated for each day, find the answer to the question for that day, then email the answer with your name and AND MAILING ADDRESS to jdipastena@yahoo.com . I promise you will not wind up on any mailing lists. This is only to facilitate the receipt of your prize. All entries will be deleted at the end of the contest.

(2) Please send a separate entry for each day and type the day you are entering in the subject line. (Such as: Summer Treasure Hunt, June 1; Summer Treasure Hunt, June 2, etc).

(3) Deadline for each day: Midnight PST

(4) The winner will be contacted and announced on the day following the deadline.

All winners will be draw by http://www.random.org/.

You do not have to wait until the designated day to enter. You can start sending in your entries right now, or begin entering at any point along the way. And check back here each day between June 2nd – July 1st to read the names of the winners.
If you have any questions, please email Joyce DiPastena at jdipastena@yahoo.com.

Good luck!!

Book Lunch

2011-06-14T12:00:00.000-06:00

Today for our book lunch let’s start with lunch!! Food is always the best place to start. (Well, unless we’re starting with kisses, that is!)

Last weekend my husband went to scout camp, and so I mixed him some hamburger. He didn’t need all the meat, so today I used it in my lunch! This is one of the best burgers I’ve ever had! (Just so you know!)

I started with a pound of hamburger and added 2 or 3 Tablespoons of Tastefully Simple’s Dried Tomato & Garlic Pesto Mix seasoning, also about a half cup crumbled feta and an egg (to hold everything together.) I mixed it all really well, shaped the meat into burgers and then I grilled them!!! YUM!!! And instead of using a typical hamburger bun, I had some hard dinner rolls from the bakery that I sliced and used. Added my favorite condiments and had a killer burger!!! (Unfortunately, I used the last of my seasoning and it’s so expensive that I think I’m going to have to figure out an alternative. Or come up with a different combination of something I like!)

Now for my book.

I’m currently reading Inkheart by Cornelia Funke. Anyone who knows me also knows that I’m the LAST one to read any kind of series! I hate series! Why? Because I have to read them ALL!!! So I put it off until I have nothing else to read. And then a scarcely come up for air.

I did the same thing with Harry Potter years ago. I didn’t really hear about those books until book 4 (Goblet of Fire) came out. EVERYONE was reading it! Highly annoying! I was in a play that summer, and everyone was reading it whenever they weren’t on stage, and then they were talking all about it. SO annoying. And they were so crazy for the next one to come out. I wanted NO part of that. Then my brother started reading them and somehow talked the rest of my family into reading them. I resisted. I think I made it another year before I gave in. It got to the point where I had no idea what my family was talking about. EVER!! So I gave in, and of course, was hooked. Then I was crazy waiting for the next one to come out!

So you see, I don’t read series. Too much anxiety! I try to wait for them all to come out, or avoid them all together. As a result, I’m usually the last one to read any type of series.

I’d been through the library enough to have seen Inkheart on the shelf more than once. I’d even picked it off the shelf and read the back. I have tried to talk my daughter into reading it more than once. But a couple weeks ago, I was looking for a book for my book club. (We didn’t like any of the one’s on the library book club list.) Well, I was trying to find a book to read where there were either enough books for everyone in the group or almost enough books. Most of the novels with more than one book were number #2+ in a series but not #1. So Inkheart was best thing I could find with enough copies.

Really, it hasn’t turned out to be too terrible of a book. (I’ll probably post a review on it when I’m finished.) I’ve enjoyed the lightheartedness of it. I have about 100 pages left, which is good since my book club is in two days! After reading a bit of it, I discovered there’s also been a movie made. Here’s a clip. So I’m interested to watch it when I’m done. Even though I’m aware that the movies are NEVER as good as the books. Still, I’m curious how they differ from each other.

So there you have it. Our book lunch! I hope you had a great lunch, too and are reading something fun! Feel free to leave a comment and let me know what you’re favorite lunch is or share what you’re reading. After all, I’m almost done with Inkheart and am going to need a new book to read!

The Power of Words

2011-06-09T19:04:00.002-06:00

I saw this video on Betsy Love's blog who saw it on Peggy Urry's blog. So, I am probably the VERY last author in the world to post this. However, I found it very inspiring for many reasons so I'm reposting it.

As a writer, it has taken me a long time to discover that the most direct approach to saying something isn't always the most effective. Then again, the most flowery way to describe something isn't always the best either. Writing with words is a real art. And some days I wonder if I really know that art or not. All the same, I thought this was a very neat video. I hope you take the time to view it. If you are an author, I hope it helps you think of the different ways to write things and the difference a little editing makes. If you are a reader, I hope it helps you understand the power behind the words you read.

Quote of the Day

2011-06-06T06:00:00.000-06:00

"When you are in Love you can't fall asleep because reality is better than your dreams."
-- Dr Seuss

Ooops!

2011-06-02T19:31:00.004-06:00

Okay, I don't know what happened! I thought I had a Wednesday Romance scheduled this week, but I can't find it anywhere!!! I'd do one now, but it obviously isn't Wednesday, so I'll wait until next week. I'm gratful to you all for being faithful Wednesday Romance readers!! I am hoping to keep them going through the summer, but we'll see how things go. I will certainly finish A Cold Heart!

Just an update, my mother-in-law was in town last weekend which was loads of fun, and the day after she left my mom came to town! (That was yesterday!) Tomorrow, all three of my girls are getting their tonsils and adnoids out! That will either be one of the smartest decisions I've made this year, or it won't be! I guess we'll see. Then I have a surgery on the 21st. Then, we will be moving back to Wyoming in July. So life is bound to get pretty crazy for me. But I'll try to at least keep Wednesday Romances going. They are so much fun!

As far as updates on books are going...

You may know that I am working on From Fields to Castles to put into an ebook form (for now). It is the first book I ever wrote. And if you've read By Love or By Sea, you'll recognize some of the characters. From Fields to Castles is the story of Lillian and Lawrence!! Lots of fun! I was hoping to have it available the first part of June, but I have hit some snags, and the editing has been heafty!

I also have had some interest in my newest book, Sweet Ivy! That's always nice. Unfortunately, I was told that the ending isn't believable and needs a major rewrite. The problem is, I wasn't told what isn't believeable at the end. I don't know if it's a certain character or the situation or what.

So, I am asking my readers for help, advice, and imput.

If you would like to help me out, email me at rachelrager(dot)romance(at)gmail(dot)com and I will email you the story along with some general questions. You don't have to be an editor or good at English, I just need to know what your reaction is to everything. Especially the end. So if you want to and have time, let me know. I'm hoping to get some feedback within the next two weeks. I would ask that you don't share this story with anyone.

So that's what's going on in my life. Sorry for the lack of story this week but make sure to check back again next week!!!

Happy kissing!

3rd Annual Summer Treasure Hunt: Dig for Clues and Win! Contest

2011-05-27T06:00:00.001-06:00

Welcome to our 3rd Annual “Summer Treasure Hunt: Dig for Clues and Win Contest!”

This is becoming an exciting tradition, both for our sponsors and hopefully for all of you! 29 writer friends and I have banded together to present a month-long contest where we will give away a prize a day for the entire month of June. That’s right! 30 awesome prizes, running the gamut from books books books! (romances, fantasies, mystery/thrillers, inspirationals, children’s books, and various non-fiction), as well as Amazon gift cards, a Mary Kay gift set, a vinyl lettering gift certificate, a hand-sewn weekly planner with ribbon bookmark, a crocheted book tote with matching cell phone case, and again for you aspiring authors, TWO free edit/critiques of a partial manuscript. Many of the giveaways are open to International entries, though always check to be sure before you enter for a particular prize.

And how exactly do you enter for these amazing prizes? By following these rules:

SUMMER TREASURE HUNT RULES:

You can send in one entry for each day’s prize, or only for those prizes that strike your fancy. The rules are simple:

(1) Go to the website or blog indicated for each day, find the answer to the question for that day, then email the answer with your name and AND MAILING ADDRESS to jdipastena@yahoo.com . I promise you will not wind up on any mailing lists. This is only to facilitate the receipt of your prize. All entries will be deleted at the end of the contest.

(2) Please send a separate entry for each day and type the day you are entering in the subject line. (Such as: Summer Treasure Hunt, June 1; Summer Treasure Hunt, June 2, etc).

(3) Deadline for each day: Midnight PST

(4) The winner will be contacted and announced on the day following the deadline.

All winners will be draw by http://www.random.org/.

You do not have to wait until the designated day to enter. You can start sending in your entries right now, or begin entering at any point along the way. And check back here each day between June 2nd – July 1st to read the names of the winners.

If you have any questions, please email Joyce DiPastena at jdipastena@yahoo.com.

And now…let the treasure hunt begin!

June 1
SPONSOR: Canda Mortensen
PRIZE: A $25 Amazon gift certificate
QUESTION: What is the title and artist of the Princess song on Newbie's playlist? (HINT: Scroll to the bottom of the blog and read “Newbie Teaser”. Match the number of “Princess” with the same number on the Playlist box (you may have to scroll down the playlist to find this, too). It will give you the title and artist.)
WEBSITE/BLOG: http://candamortensen.blogspot.com/
OPEN TO USA ENTRIES
WINNER:
ANSWER:

June 2
SPONSOR: Jennifer Griffith
PRIZE: Delicious Conversation (LDS romance, an adaptation of Jane Austen's Persuasion, set in a chocolate shop in Salt Lake City), by Jennifer Griffith
QUESTION: Name at least 5 kinds of candy I ate at the last writers' conference I attended AND share YOUR favorite candy. (HINT: Read the April 20, 2011 post. Click on April under the Blog Archive in the right hand sidebar.)
WEBSITE/BLOG: http://cottoncandy4thesoul.blogspot.com/
OPEN TO USA ENTRIES ONLY
WINNER:
ANSWER:

June 3
SPONSOR: Peggy Urry
PRIZE: Choice of book: Villette by Charlotte Bronte (romance, paperback); Airframe by Michael Crichton (thriller, paperback); The Body Farm by Patricia Cornwell (contemporary crime, paperback); OR The Mist of Quarry Harbor by Liz Adair (LDS romantic fiction, paperback); AND choice of Jelly Belly Gel Case for iPhone 3G/3GS or Jelly Belly Strawberry Cheesecake Gel Case for iPod Touch.
QUESTION: What is the name of my Work In Progress (WIP)? (Hint: It's the title of my March 12, 2011 post. Click on “March” under Blog Archive in the right hand sidebar.)
WEBSITE/BLOG: http://peggyurry.blogspot.com/
OPEN TO USA/CANADA ONLY
WINNER:
ANSWER:

June 4
SPONSOR: Danielle Thorne
PRIZE: Josette (sweet Regency romance, E-book) AND Southern Girl, Yankee Roots (poetry), both by Danielle Thorne
QUESTION: Danielle supports what wildlife conservancy organization? (HINT: See right hand column of website)
WEBSITE/BLOG: http://www.daniellethorne.com/
OPEN TO INTERNATIONAL ENTRIES
WINNER:
ANSWER:

June 5
SPONSOR: Bonnie Harris
PRIZE: Mary Kay Microdermabrasion Set
QUESTION: What are the names of my two WIPs? (HINT: Scroll to the bottom of the blog and click on “Work in Progress” under Labels)
WEBSITE/BLOG: http://http://www.bonnieharris.blogspot.com/
OPEN TO USA/CANADA
WINNER:
ANSWER:

June 6
SPONSOR: Susan Kaye Quinn
PRIZE: Autographed copy of Life, Liberty, and Pursuit (YA love story), by Susan Kaye Quinn
QUESTION: How many days do David and Eliza have on the cruise together, before they’re forced to go their separate ways? (HINT: Click on the “About Me and My Books” tab and read the blurb for Life, Liberty, and Pursuit)
WEBSITE/BLOG: http://ink-spells.blogspot.com/
OPEN TO USA ENTRIES ONLY
WINNER:
ANSWER:

June 7
SPONSOR: Anne Bradshaw
PRIZE: True Miracles with Genealogy: Help from Beyond the Veil (non-fiction), by Anne Bradshaw – 1 print and 1 eBook – Print copy can be autographed. (Yes, there will be TWO winners drawn for this prize)
QUESTION: Which TV station interviewed Anne? (HINT: Answer is a short way down the middle column.)
WEBSITE/BLOG: http://truemiracleswithgenealogy.com/
OPEN TO INTERNATIONAL ENTRIES; PLEASE NOTE YOUR PREFERENCE FOR PRINT OR EBOOK, ALTHOUGH I CAN’T GUARANTEE YOU WILL WIN YOUR PREFERENCE.
WINNER:
ANSWER:

June 8
SPONSOR: Cheri Schmidit
PRIZE: Autographed copy of Fateful (YA paranormal romance), by Cheri Schmidt
QUESTION: Who is the prince of darkness? (HINT: Click on “April” under Blog Archive in the left hand sidebar and read the April 12, 2011 post)
WEBSITE/BLOG: http://cherischmidt.blogspot.com/
OPEN TO USA ONLY
WINNER:
ANSWER:

June 9
SPONSOR: Mary Fremont Schoenecker
PRIZE: Moonglade (a sweet cozy mystery, Book Two in the Maine Shore Chronicles series), by Mary Fremont Schoenecker The prize is an autographed First Edition hard cover print book.
QUESTION: What special skill does character Tante Margaret use that puts her in danger during Remi's murder investigation? (HINT: Click on the “About Her Books” tab and read the Publisher’s Weekly Review.
WEBSITE/BLOG: http://www.maryschoenecker.com/
OPEN TO USA/CANADA
WINNER:
ANSWER:

June 10
SPONSOR: Shaunna Gonzales
PRIZE: FREE edit and/or critique of first 50 pages
QUESTION: What do his lips taste like? (Hint: click on “Sizzling Kiss” under Post Subjects in the left hand sidebar)
WEBSITE/BLOG: http://www.shaunnagonzales.blogspot.com/
OPEN TO USA/CANADA
WINNER:
ANSWER:

June 11
SPONSOR: Donna Hatch
PRIZE: The Stranger She Married (Regency romance), by Donna Hatch
QUESTION: What poses the greatest danger to Alicia’s heart? (HINT: Scroll down underneath the book cover of The Stranger She Married, and read the paragraph directly below.
WEBSITE/BLOG: http://www.donnahatch.net/bookshelf.htm
OPEN TO INTERNATIONAL ENTRIES FOR E-BOOK VERSION; US/CANADA FOR PRINT BOOK OR PAPEBACK VERSION
WINNER:
ANSWER:

June 12
SPONSOR: Cindy R. Williams & Planet Play Productions, LLC.
PRIZE: Award winning glossy cover children’s snuggle, giggle picture book, Chase McKay Didn’t Get Up Today, signed by the author and the real Chase McKay.
QUESTION: What is the name of the dragon in the upcoming fantasy, Thundertail’s Tale: The Legend? (HINT: click on the Blog tab)
WEBSITE/BLOG: http://www.cindyrwilliams.com/
OPEN TO USA/CANADA
WINNER:
ANSWER:

June 13
SPONSOR: Larry Hammersley
PRIZE: Motorcycle Woman (sweet contemporary romance, E-book), by Larry Hammersley
QUESTION: What kind of motorcycle does Tess, the motorcycle woman, ride? (HINT: Read the blog post “Motorcycle Woman from Red Rose Publishing”, May 5, 2011)
WEBSITE/BLOG: http://larryhammersley.blogspot.com/
OPEN TO INTERNATIONAL ENTRIES
WINNER:
ANSWER:

June 14
SPONSOR: Cheryl Cory
PRIZE: Autographed copy of Must've Done Something Good (romantic comedy), by Cheryl Cory QUESTION: What is Sylvie's all-time favorite movie? (HINT: Click on the "Info" link in the left-hand column)
WEBSITE/BLOG: http://www.facebook.com/MustveDoneSomethingGood
OPEN TO INTERNATIONAL ENTRIES
WINNER:
ANSWER:

June 15
SPONSOR: Valerie Ipson
PRIZE: $15 Gift Certificate for Vinyl Lettering (http://vinylsignsanddesigns.blogspot.com)
QUESTION: What is Valerie's writing goal for 2011? (HINT: Look in the right hand sidebar)
WEBSITE/BLOG: http://valerieipson.blogspot.com/
OPEN TO USA
WINNER:
ANSWER:

June 16
SPONSOR: Rachel Rager
PRIZE: Wednesday Romances - romance (obviously), ebook, by Rachel Rager. This is a compilation of three different love stories, A Season for Love, The Tiger Unleashed, and The Feather Kiss. (All sweet romances)
QUESTION: Every week I have post a new chapter of a book on my blog. What are these posts called? (Hint: These posts are featured every Wednesday.)
WEBSITE/BLOG: http://rachelrager.blogspot.com/
OPEN TO INTERNATIONAL ENTRIES
WINNER:
ANSWER:

June 17
SPONSOR: Danyelle Ferguson
PRIZE: Autographed copy of (dis)Abilities and the Gospel: How to Bring People with Special Needs Closer to Christ (non-fiction/self-help) by Danyelle Ferguson & Lynn Parsons, M.S.)
non-fiction/self-help, autographed book
QUESTION: What is the name of the non-profit Danyelle co-founded? (HINT: Check out Danyelle's author bio)
WEBSITE/BLOG: http://www.danyelleferguson.com/
OPEN TO USA ENTRIES ONLY
WINNER:
ANSWER:

June 18
SPONSOR: Teresa Thomas Bohannon
PRIZE: A Very Merry Chase (Regency Romance novel), by Teresa Thomas Bohannon. AND a $5 Amazon gift certificate. Winner's Choice: PDF with personalized dedication, or Ebook format for Kindle or Epub format for Nook. (HINT: Read “A Very Merry Chase Excerpt” under “A Very Merry Chase” in the right hand sidebar)
QUESTION: What did Lady Bethany do and why?
WEBSITE/BLOG: http://www.ladysilk.net/
OPEN TO INTERNATIONAL ENTRIES
WINNER:
ANSWER:

June 19
SPONSOR: Diane Daniels
PRIZE: Autographed copy of Over the Moon (YA fantasy romance, print copy), by Diane Daniels QUESTION: Who is Andrew's evil x-girlfriend, Sonya, named after? (HINT: Read the May 14, 2011 blog entry)
WEBSITE/BLOG: http://www.overthemoonseries.com/
OPEN TO USA
WINNER:
ANSWER:

June 20
SPONSOR: Margaret Larsen Turley
PRIZE: critique for up to 5000 words
QUESTION: Margaret Larsen Turley is administrator for ______________________________ group. They hold fund-raising events for Cancer Research. (HINT: You’ll find the answer in one of her website tabs)
WEBSITE/BLOG: http://margaretlarsen.com/
OPEN TO INTERNATIONAL ENTRIES/ENGLISH LANGUAGE ONLY
WINNER:
ANSWER:

June 21
SPONSOR: Anna Arnett
PRIZE: Autographed copy of Lolly's Yarn: a memoir (older YA to adult), by Anna Arnett, with a hand-crocheted bookmark
QUESTION: What was the verdict regarding Anna's radar photo speeding ticket? (HINT: Click on the Blogs tab and read “I Fought the Law and Guess Who Won?”
WEBSITE/BLOG: http://www.annaarnett.com/
OPEN TO USA
WINNER:
ANSWER:

June 22
SPONSOR: Joyce DiPastena
PRIZE: Autographed copy of Loyalty’s Web (sweet medieval romance), by Joyce DiPastena
QUESTION: How do people win Joyce’s “Light Bulb Award”? (HINT: Answer is found in the right hand column of the blog)
WEBSITE/BLOG: http://jdp-news.blogspot.com/
OPEN TO USA
WINNER:
ANSWER:

June 23
SPONSOR: C. Michelle Jefferies
PRIZE: 52 page hand-sewn weekly planner, with ribbon bookmark.
QUESTION: What rank is Michelle in martial arts? (HINT: Look in right hand sidebar under “MY TANG SOO DO PROGRESS”)
WEBSITE/BLOG: http://cmichellejefferies.blogspot.com/
OPEN TO USA/CANADA
WINNER:
ANSWER:

June 24
SPONSOR: Valerie J. Steimle
PRIZE: Choice of two books: Home Is Where The Learning Is (homeschool how-to book, non-fiction; autographed print copy) OR Dogs, Blogs and Hobbits: Writings from a Widows Perspective ---(non-fiction articles about everything from being single and single moms to inspirational stories; autographed print copy), both by Valerie J. Steimle
QUESTION: How many children does Valerie have? (HINT: Look in the right hand column in "About Me")
WEBSITE/BLOG: http://valeriesteimle.blogspot.com/
OPEN TO USA/CANADA
WINNER:
ANSWER:

June 25
SPONSOR: Karen Adair
PRIZE: Crocheted Book Tote with matching cell phone case.
QUESTION: What commenter recently called me (Karen) "The Queen of Sugar Land?" (HINT: Select “January 2011” under Archives and read the COMMENTS on Karen’s January 6, 2011 post on “The 20 Minute Sprint”)
WEBSITE/BLOG: http://www.kbadair.com/
OPEN TO USA
WINNER:
ANSWER:

June 26
SPONSOR: Jaimey Grant (www.jaimeygrant.com) and/or TreasureLine Books & Publishing (www.treasurelinebooks.com)
PRIZE: Winner's choice of 1 of 5 Regency romance eBooks by Jaimey Grant (Honor, Betrayal, Deception, Spellbound, or Redemption. Please note: Honor contains some marital "heat".)
QUESTION: Which of Jaimey's previously self-published titles has recently been picked up by a publisher? (HINT: Click the "Purchasing Options" tab)
WEBSITE/BLOG: http:// http://www.jaimeygrant.com/
OPEN TO INTERNATIONAL ENTRIES
WINNER:
ANSWER:

June 27
SPONSOR: Heidi Murphy
PRIZE: Autographed copy of Small Deceptions (sweet Regency/Georgian romance), by H. Linn Murphy
QUESTION: In what country is the bridge found over which 'we' were fighting? (HINT: Find “Blog Archive” in the right hand sidebar, click on April and read the post titled: “The Far Bridge”)
WEBSITE/BLOG: http://www.murph4slaw.blogspot.com/
OPEN TO INTERNATIONAL ENTRIES
WINNER:
ANSWER:

June 28
SPONSOR: Kenneth Rosenberg
PRIZE: One e-book copy of my new romantic comedy, Sweet Ophelia and the Tinseltown Blues, any format
QUESTION: What instrument does the character Warren August play? (HINT: Click on the cover image for Sweet Ophelia and the Tinseltown Blues. Read the first few paragraphs of the excerpt.)
WEBSITE/BLOG: http:// http://www.kennethrosenberg.com/
OPEN TO INTERNATIONAL ENTRIES
WINNER:
ANSWER:

June 29
SPONSOR: Michael Young
PRIZE: Autographed copy of The Last Archangel (YA Urban Fantasy, print copy - Release date July 14th)
QUESTION: What is the name of the fallen angel who is the main character in "The Last Archangel"? (HINT: Click on the Reviews tab. Frank Cole thinks this character “rocks!”
WEBSITE/BLOG: http://thelastarchangel.weebly.com/
OPEN TO USA/CANADA
WINNER:
ANSWER:

June 30
SPONSOR: Joan Sowards
PRIZE: The Star Prophecy: a Book of Mormon Adventure (LDS novel), by Joan Sowards
QUESTION: Why do Enoch and his friends sail to Jerusalem? (HINT: Read the blurb under The Star Prophecy book cover in the right hand column of the blog)
WEBSITE/BLOG: http://joansowards.blogspot.com/
OPEN TO USA
WINNER:
ANSWER:

Which Point of View Should I Choose?

2011-05-20T06:00:00.000-06:00

Today we are talking about Point of View and how to choose which to use. I will be taking some of my thoughts from two different articles.

One of the first choices that a writer makes can be the most important. It can make or break any piece of fiction.

Point of view (POV).

First, as the writer, you must understand your options before you start. There are 3 different POV to choose from.

1st person – I walked through the store, looking for the perfect dress to wear that night. Most of them were absolutely hideous, and I wouldn’t be caught dead in them. Well, I guessed I would have to be dead to actually wear anything so ugly.

2nd person – You walked through the store, looking for the perfect dress to wear that night. Most of them were absolutely hideous, and you wouldn’t be caught dead in them. Well, you guessed you would have to be dead to actually wear anything so ugly.

3rd person – She walked through the store, looking for the perfect dress to wear that night. Most of them were absolutely hideous, and she wouldn’t be caught dead in them. Well, she guessed she would have to be dead to actually wear anything so ugly.

Now, we all know that within these there are other options as well, but we will just speak generally today.

1st – Beginning writers often prefer first person, but that doesn’t mean it is the best choice. If the story follows multiple characters then first person is not the right choice for the story, as this follows ONLY the main characters thoughts. This would be a good method to use for a mystery writer, or if the writer doesn’t want the main character to hold information until it is discovered. This is also a good POV for writing non-fiction as it can read like a diary.

In my opinion, first person is a good way to make the reader feel like a part of the story. However, I think that it is often used poorly. But if it is done well, it works really well.

EXAMPLE:

Poison Study by Maria V. Snyder

Raw bands of flesh circled my bloody wrists. I touched my neck, feeling skin where there used to be metal. My fingers came away sticky with blood. I groped for the chair. Being freed of the weight of the chains caused a strange sensation to sweep over me; I felt as if I were either going to float away or pass out. I inhaled until the faintness passed.

Some advantages to writing in first person.
• Directness - You can give the reader a first-hand perspective on the story.
• Voice - If your narrator has a colorful or appealing way of talking, this can add flavor to the story-telling.
• Intimacy - Your reader has the chance to get to know the narrator by listening to him.

Some disadvantages to writing in first person.
• Limited scope - Your narrator only knows what she knows. She doesn't know what the other people around her are thinking. She doesn't know what's happening two miles away. That limits the information she can supply to the reader.
• Limited voice - If your narrator is a six-year-old, she can't talk convincingly about politics.
• Difficulty withholding information - If the narrator knows something that you don't want the reader to know yet, she might have to be tricky or evasive.
2nd – This is also limited to one person’s perspective. That person happens to be the reader. Most fiction writers choose not to write in second person. If the reader disagrees with what is going on in the story, as they are the main character, this will cause issues. Most writers who use second person use it in the form of a narration for self-help and do-it-yourself manuals.

3rd – Third person is usually the favorite of most fiction writers. That doesn’t mean that you should avoid it just to change things up. The reason it is a favorite is because it’s so easy to tell the story. It can be exclusively from the main character’s perspective, but it also has the advantage of switching among many characters. The basic freedom provided by third person is the ability of the author to follow multiple characters to let the reader view different events of a story from new and changing perspectives, increasing enjoyment and entertainment.

EXAMPLE:

The Dedicated Villain by Patricia Veryan

He seized her chin with one hand and forced it up as he smiled down into her bewitching, if enraged little face. “’Tis Francis’s fondest wish that you should become my wife, and –” His fervent utterance terminated in a yelp as his beloved demonstrated the depth of her feelings by sinking her teeth into his hand.
Advantages to third person.

~ You basically have the same advantages as with first person, but you are able to do that with many characters. If you are switching back and forth, you won’t be able to express every character’s every thought, because that would be tedious. But you could certainly hit on the main thoughts and feeling.

One thing to note, regardless of which POV you choose for your story, you MUST be consistent and appropriate for the story being told. POV is a way for the reader to get inside the character’s head, to know and understand what they are thinking, seeing, experiencing and feeling. Switching from one character’s POV to another in the same scene must be done carefully. Most readers don’t respond well to ‘head hopping’ as it can be very confusing.

You wouldn’t want to say, “He caressed her face and smiled at the softness of her cheek against his finger. Her legs wobbled and she feared they would fail her.”

That just gets confusing. And the reader is left saying, “Hey! I thought I was hearing his thoughts. Now I’m hearing hers?”

Instead, you should say, “He caressed her face and smiled at the softness of her cheek against his finger. She leaned into him, and he wrapped his arms around her, banding her closer to him. A secret thrill shot through him as he felt her heart pounding in her chest. It was his touch that caused her to sway in his arms; his touch caused her cheeks to flush and her breath to come in short breaths.”

See? It is better to stay with one character’s POV throughout the scene and then change at a break or chapter.

And remember, no matter what POV you choose, detail is ALWAYS important and will make your story ‘POP!’

Pemberly Shades Review

2011-05-16T06:00:00.000-06:00

I just finished reading Pemberly Shades by D. A. Bonavia-Hunt. I don't always like everything I read. (Hard to believe, I know.) And I often read things I don't write reviews for. (I sometimes read romances for research purposes and choose not to write reviews on my blog for books that are not clean.) While this isn't strictly a romance, it is clean and there are possible romances.

Back Cover

Originally published in 1949, the unusual plot takes the Darcys into the realm of the Gothic.

Mr. Darcy must appoint a new rector at Pemberley, which affords the author the opportunity to introduce a host of new characters to mingle with the beloved and familiar ones of Jane Austen.

A delightfully witty plot, full of surprises:

"Who could have foretold that Dr. Robinson, who had done nothing of note in all his lifetime should, by the common and natural act of dying, set in motion a train of events so strange, so startling, so far removed from probability as to emulate the riotous fancies of a disordered mind?"
"The kind of story Jane Austen would have delighted to tell."
-J. Donald Adams

What readers are saying:

"Really a great book and captures Austen's characters quite well. I was excessively diverted."
"A very original plot."
"A wonderful addition to Jane Austen's Pride and Prejudice sequels!"

My Take

I gave this book 3 stars on Goodreads.

I was eager to read this book. I was curious to see what happened to Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy. While this story was interesting in its own right, it was very difficult to get into. It moved slowly. And though easier to read than Pride and Prejudice, it felt like I was being talked at as opposed to enjoying the ride along with the characters. I wish there had been more dialogue as those sections moved quickly and were far more enjoyable to read.

If you are curious about what may have happened to Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy you may enjoy this. It wasn't a bad book, I just don't LOVE books I can't get into.

Interview with Author, Marsha Ward

2011-05-13T06:00:00.000-06:00

Today, I'm very excited to introduce to you a talented writer and an all-around great lady, Marsha Ward, founder of The American Night Writers Association. Marsha, you've got some great news to share, don’t you?

MARSHA: For a while now, everyone has been asking me if my books are on Kindle. They mean, of course, "Are they available as electronic books for the Kindle ereader at Amazon.com?" While I have had the first two eBooks of my series available on Smashwords.com in the mobi format—which is the Kindle format—for about 18 months, I didn't have the three novels on Amazon as eBooks. Well, now I do! I also finally uploaded the third one, Trail of Storms, to Smashwords, so users of other ereading devices can acquire it, as well as The Man from Shenandoah and Ride to Raton.

In addition, I've created and uploaded three other works to both Smashwords and Amazon. One is a short story and poetry collection, No More Strangers. The other two are stand-alone short stories, War Party and The Usual Game.

RACHEL: That is exciting! I’ve read one of your books and it was a Wester.n Are they all Westerns?

MARSHA: Yes and no. I have a long background in writing for other genres, ranging from poetry to newspaper and magazine articles, to essays. However, there's something about historical fiction that really vibrates in my soul. I grew up listening to Patsy Cline on the radio, and hearing my daddy talking about his life on farms in Mexico and southern Arizona. They dug wells by hand; excavated great holes for lakes with horse drawn scrapers; raised beans and other dry-land crops on the "Bean Ranch" in Sonoita, Arizona; and escaped to the mountains to avoid the heat of summer. My grandfather was a teamster (as in driving a team of horses, not a union man), and a great hand with horses and other animals.

RACHEL: Wow! What a life!

MARSHA: I always felt like I was born in the wrong century. Except for the very enjoyable modern conveniences that I have today, I feel an affinity for those hard times. I believe that's why I write about the 19th Century American family.

RACHEL: I understand completely! What was your pathway to publishing your first book, The Man from Shenandoah?

MARSHA: I began my "Great American Novel" in 1965, when my train to opera stardom took a detour and I had to give up my full-ride music scholarship and come home to help out financially. I created a huge Southern family, wrote what was, essentially, a twenty-chapter narrative outline, and lugged it around with me for the next 35 years or so. Then my interest in writing commercially got very keen when I read a truly badly-written book. "I can do better than that!" I exclaimed, and hauled out "The Book." I eliminated some children, found some juicy conflict, read 150 books for background, and worked on the novel for a while. I took classes in fiction writing, and started sending the novel out to editors as I wrote the sequel. I even had an agent for a year. I was getting some good rejection comments, but no offers. I decided a re-write was in order. Then life happened.

My daughter was killed in an auto accident. My creativity dried up. It didn't come back, oddly enough, until my husband died. He was my biggest supporter, and I'm eternally grateful to him for that.

Then life happened again, and during a health crisis, I determined to leave published works behind me after I died, even if I had to publish them myself. I polished up The Man from Shenandoah and Ride to Raton. Because I didn't want to start a publishing company, I chose to use the cheapest services available from iUniverse, and get feedback from writers and readers I knew. When The Man from Shenandoah appeared, I hand-sold a bunch of copies, and lo and behold, other readers liked it! Several months later, I brought out Ride to Raton. Trail of Storms took a while to write, but was published in 2009. I'm working on the fourth novel about members of the Owen family, Spinster's Folly.

RACHEL: A lot of people ask me this: Why do you write? How would you answer that?

MARSHA: According to my older sister, I wrote from the time I could hold a pencil. I believe her. There's never been a time that I didn't have some kind of story to tell.

My characters are real people to me, and I've driven them up some high, rough trees and put crocodiles at the bases, with sharp, snapping teeth. I have to get my people out of danger and give them satisfying conclusions.

I had an epiphany several years ago when I realized that I write to let people know there is always hope, and to show them through the experiences of fictional characters that they can get through hard times, even really, really terrible times, and find happiness at the end of it all.

One of the hallmarks of my fiction is fast-paced adventure peopled with believable characters. Readers tell me when they're forced to put my book down, they worry about my characters until they can read about them again. If I can take people out of their own worrisome lives enough to be concerned about fictional folks and see them through to a satisfying ending, then I've done the job of relieving some of their day-to-day stress. Isn't that what books are for?

RACHEL: Definitely! Are you a plotter or pantser?

MARSHA: Definitely a seat-of-the-pants writer. I start with a character and a situation, and let the writing take me on an adventure. I guess you could call me an organic writer.

RACHEL: What’s your secret to making the characters in your books come to life?

MARSHA: I get to know them very well. I have a sheet of questions I fill in about them, and I also interview them. Then I don't overwrite them with too much description. I let their actions define them, instead. That way, the reader invests the characters with their own unique qualities and peculiarities, and they come alive in the reader's mind.

RACHEL: What other authors inspire you or have influenced you?

MARSHA: Louis L'Amour, Elmer Kelton, Robert Newton Peck, Frank Roderus, G. Clifton Wisler, who died too young. Maybe I write from the male perspective so well because I've had great examples?

RACHEL: Have you tried or plan to write in any other genres?

MARSHA: I might try my hand at a mystery someday. I have an outline in a box somewhere. Unfortunately, I'm not very organized, so it will be tough.

RACHEL: What has been the biggest obstacle to your writing career?

MARSHA: Sadly, over-volunteering. Although I get a lot accomplished each day, so much of my time is spent working for organizations, and not for my career. Service has been a great joy to me, but I've come to realize that I tend to overdo, to my detriment. I need better balance. I think over-volunteering is a part of A & P Syndrome: Avoidance and procrastination, which are big bug-a-boos for writers. I am now trying to cut back so I can finish the writing before I am called to meet my maker. I anticipate that won't be for many, many years, but times' a-wasting, as they say.

RACHEL: Do you have self-doubts, even after publishing several books and many articles? If so, what do you do about it?

MARSHA: ACK! Yes! I think many writers walk a fine-line between good mental health and insanity. We're up, we're down. We're either the best writer in all time, or we can't write our way out of a paper bag. Usually this occurs from one minute to another. The only cure is to talk to other writers and realize you're not alone in this emotional upheaval. Once you know other writers have the same feelings, you can level out for a while. It's like chanting a mantra. Ooooooommmmm, I'm not aloooooooone. I'm normal for a writer. Yes, I am! That will work for a day or so.

RACHEL: You've mentored a lot of writers through the years. What's the best advice you can give a writer just starting out?

MARSHA: Believe in yourself, but learn all you can about writing, too. No first drafts are set in stone. Don't hang around negative people. Write at least 25 words a day. Listen to people to learn the flow of language. Find a good, encouraging group of writers who will show you the ropes. Read, read, read! When you start writing in earnest, find a good critique group. Reach down and help another writer along the way. Is that enough?

RACHEL: Do you need absolute quiet to write? Do you listen to music when you are writing?

MARSHA: Right now, I'm listening to the music of my dryer drum turning. I don't need absolute quiet, but since I'm very easily distracted, music with lyrics is a no-no. I use instrumental music to get me in the proper mood for certain scenes that could be hard to write. Exceptions to the no-lyrics rule? Neil Diamond and "Sweet Caroline." That will put me in the mood.

RACHEL: What is your next project?

MARSHA: I'm writing Marie Owen's book, Spinster's Folly. It's coming along very well. I put snippets up on "The Characters in Marsha's Head" blog from time to time, if you want to know more. That's found at http://charactersinmarshahead.blogspot.com. [rushing over to write something fresh]

RACHEL: Where can readers find your books, both trade paperbacks and eBooks?

MARSHA: All the online booksellers, such as amazon.com and bn.com, have the trade paperback books. The easiest way to find all my online eBooks is to go to my author pages at Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/marshaward and at Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Marsha-Ward/e/B003RB9P9Q/

RACHEL: Thank you thank for being my guest today. It was great hearing more about you and I look forward to reading your newest book!

MARSHA: It was my pleasure. Thank you for having me.

Visit Marsha's website at http://marshaward.com

Writer in the Pines blog at http://marshaward.blogspot.com

The Characters in Marsha's Head blog at http://charactersinmarshashead.blogspot.com.

Marsha Ward was born in the sleepy little town of Phoenix, Arizona, (back when Phoenix WAS a sleepy little town) , and although she spent two years in South America, she never roamed far from the Southwest. She grew up with chickens, citrus trees, and lots of room to roam. She became a storyteller at an early age, regaling her neighborhood friends with her fanciful tales during after-school snacks. Her love of the 19th Century Western era was reinforced by visits to her cousins on their ranch and listening to her father's stories of homesteading in Old Mexico and in the southern part of Arizona.

Over the years, Marsha became an award-winning poet, writer and editor, with over 900 pieces of published work, including her acclaimed post-American Civil War novel series The Owen Family Saga. She is the founder of American Night Writers Association, and a member of Western Writers of America, Women Writing the West, Rim Country Writers, and LDStorymakers. She makes her home in a tiny forest hamlet in Arizona. When she is not writing, she loves to spoil her grandchildren, travel, give talks, meet readers, and sign books. Visit her website at http://marshaward.com and her blogs, "Writer in the Pines" (http://marshaward.blogspot.com) and "The Characters in Marsha's Head" (http://charactersinmarshashead.blogspot.com).

Back to Basics

2011-05-06T06:00:00.000-06:00

I often get emails about various aspects about writing. As many of you know, I am VERY self taught in this market. I knew absolutely nothing when I started. I HATED writing and reading. So I have come a very long way. And everything I’ve learned have been from friends who have been willing to part with their vast supply of knowledge. So, I thought I’d give you a very basic version of how to write. If you have any other questions, always feel free to comment and ask. I will answer what I can. And if I can’t, I’ll direct you to someone who can.

Obviously, the most important thing to do first is to get the story on paper. You can always go back and edit and fix things later. But knowing a few things might help with both those processes.

Avoid generic description.

"The view was beautiful."

This is both passive voice (which is also something to avoid) and also very general. So instead of telling me it's beautiful, show it to me.

"The flowers glowed a brilliant gold in the growing light of the morning."

Do you see the difference? There needs to be action verbs instead of passive verbs. This is not always possible, but really helps bring a story to life.
Also, avoid using adverbs. (-ly words)

She smiled as the sweetly smelling flower tickled her senses.

What is that sweet smell? Can you describe it? You could say,

The citrus smelling blossom made her smile with thoughts of home.

NOW you have a better idea of what the flower smells like AND why she likes it.

Another thing to watch for is tag lines. 'He said,' 'she told him,' 'he perceived,' etc. If at all possible use an action before the dialogue so the reader knows who's speaking and what's going on.

Sterling frowned at the amused expression on his brother’s face. “If you don’t reign in this infernal habit of yours, you’ll get killed.”

You not only know that he’s frustrated and displeased, but you know who he’s speaking to. And it’s a lot stronger sentence than,

“If you don’t reign in this infernal habit of yours, you’ll get killed,” Sterling said with a frown to his brother.

An action isn't always needed, but if you can, avoid the tag line. In most of your dialogue, you could get rid of your tags. That's harder to do in a conversation with more than two people speaking but still possible.

Another thing is to make sure and introduce the driving force of the story right away. Even if it's just a shadow of what's to come. You need to leave the reader with questions and a desire to know what's going to happen.

A shot rang through the trees of the forest canopy.
Sterling Bennett’s chest constricted with rage, and he glared at his brother as they increased their speed.
His lungs burned; sweat ran down his back. Determined, he dodged the bushes and trees that jumped in his path compelling him to alter his direction. Mud oozed over his new riding boots with every step, and he groaned, wishing he hadn’t left his horse with the blacksmith.
Echoing off a large rock formation, his brother’s footsteps pounded behind him. “What kind of mess have you gotten yourself into this time, Bruce?” he asked in a hoarse voice as he searched for shelter.
“The usual.” Bruce’s laughter bounced off the trees. “A man needs to enjoy himself.” Bruce tore stray twigs from his jacket, breathing heavily beside Sterling. “Besides, what’s life if you aren’t going to have a little adventure?” Bruce stomped through a large mud puddle splattering them both.
Sterling frowned at the amused expression on his brother’s face. “If you don’t reign in this infernal habit of yours, you’ll get killed.”
Bruce had such potential – if the infuriating whelp would apply himself toward something worthwhile.
Bruce chuckled. “You’ll never let that happen.”
Sterling glanced around the rocks. “Don’t tempt me.” He pointed and then led them to a dense section of trees several paces away. “I’m tired of bailing you out. It’s time you started being responsible.”
“Where’s the fun in that?”
“I mean it, Bruce. One of these days you’ll land in a hole, six feet under if you don’t change your ways.” He stepped over a log and continued his fierce pace.
“You’ll keep bailing me out because you love being so helpful all the time,” Bruce mocked, “to everyone except your family.”
“I left Court to bail you out.” Sterling hissed. “King Rodrick will likely have my head on a silver platter. You call that selfish?”
Another shot whizzed through the air and Bruce buckled and groaned. Blood oozed from his shoulder at an alarming rate as he dropped to his knees.
Sterling reached over and tore away the fabric, silently cursing Bruce.
“We need to get out of here and find you a doctor.”
Sterling pulled Bruce to his feet and draped his brother’s arm over his shoulder. Together they continued their escape through the trees.

Are you left with a desire to know more? I hope so!! (Mostly because this is the prologue to Sweet Ivy which is currently under review by a couple publishers.)

I hope this helped a few of you with any questions you may have. Like I said at the beginning, get your thoughts down on paper. THEN go back and change things. These things will help your story to jump off the page. And as you do them and are aware of them, they will get easier to do!

Happy writing!

Book Lunch

2011-04-22T12:00:00.001-06:00

One of the best times for me to read is during lunchtime. I usually feed my kids and then after they go down for naps or quiet time, I eat my lunch and read, or check emails, or write, or whatever. So today I’m starting something I’m calling Book Lunch!! (Get it? Instead of a book launch it’s a book lunch? Bad joke? Okay. Never mind. I must spend too much time alone with people inside my head.)

In this section, I will tell you what I’m eating for lunch (or planning to make for dinner or some other favorite recipe) and what book I either finished or that I’m currently reading. Sound fun? Oh well. It gives me something to write about and something for you to read! 

So, I must tell you that I’m writing this while eating. So if you smell something funny, it’s just me! Strangely enough, (and this is a MAJOR aside from my post today) I’m eating leftovers! I know. Not usually my favorite. Well, I guess it depends on what it is. But to top it all, it’s a SALAD! Ach! (Actually, I have always REALLY liked veggies and salad. And I have to add that because someone in my family is bound to read this and I should be at least somewhat honest!  )

So this ‘salad’ is actually quite fabulous! I made a green salad the other night with a spring mix, spinach, carrots, celery, tomatoes, and feta cheese. Today I added taco meat (left over from last night’s – of all things – tacos) and topped it with some of Taco Bell’s Spicy and Creamy Chipotle sauce. (I just discovered this at Wal-Mart and LOVE it!!! They have other flavors too. Look in the taco isle.) Then, another recent discovery, I added chopped, roasted almonds on top!! (I bought a bag of almonds at Costco, placed them in a single layer on a cookie sheet and baked them for 10 minutes at 350 degrees. No longer, because the oils inside them make them cook even after they are out of the oven.)

So that is my DELICIOUS salad!! Healthy? I don’t know. But it’s tasty!!!

Last night I finished reading Divinely Designed by Rachael Renee Anderson. Fun book. It’s also a quick read. This is an LDS novel, so you can expect it to be clean with a bit of religion. I loved the premise for the book. Kennedy gets a flat tire and ‘Mr. Perfect’ stops to help, and she doesn’t appreciate his help! Then he goes on to figure out who she is, but with a first name like Kennedy, he assumed it was her last name, and his plans are foiled. They do meet again due to their common association with Kennedy’s new roommate.

Braxton is a charming hero who has been through trying experiences. Kennedy is a classic, independent woman who struggles with her nasty boss. If you like quick books that are fun and uplifting, you will enjoy this charming story.

Divinely Designed
It all begins with calamity, faith, and a flat tire. Seeking liberation from recent heartache, Kennedy Jackson leaves her hometown and moves to Arizona to work as an interior designer. She thinks she is ready for a new start, but her heart still needs some convincing. When she bumps into a handsome stranger on the highway, she starts the ride of her life on a road of divine design that will lead to her dreams if she only has the faith to follow it. This delightful tale by Rachael Anderson combines wit and romance with the reality that change is difficult, but it can bring about some of life s greatest adventures. Divinely Designed is a sure antidote for gloom and a light-hearted reminder that even the darkest forks in the road can lead somewhere brilliant.

If you enjoy Divinely Designed, Rachael has another book out entitled, Luck of the Draw.

Luck of the Draw
When Brighton's roommates bet him that he can't get three girls to go out with him at the same time, he has no doubt that he's up to the challenge. Besides, the prospect of an entire month of free laundry is just too enticing to resist. Of course, that's before he meets Dani--a girl who's never had a problem turning down a not-so-perfect guy. Soon Brighton realizes that winning the bet might mean losing what really matters most. This fast-paced modern romance is told with wit, sweetness, and a healthy dose of fun. It's a sure bet that Luck of the Draw will keep you laughing to the very last page.

Happy Kisses!!

Author Anna del C. Dye

2011-04-08T06:00:00.000-06:00

Today, my guest author is Anna del C. Dye, author of two fantasy trilogies.

I have recently discovered that I love fantasy!!! So tell me, Anna, how long have you been writing and why did you start?

About seven years ago I started because my husband wanted to live to the ripe age of fifty. He thought my imagination would be the end of his days. He actually ordered me to. He is awesome.

What are your books titled?

In the order they were published, they are:

The Silent Warrior Trilogy

Book 1 - The Elf and the Princess
Book 2 - Trouble in the Elf City
Book 3 - Elfs in a conquered Realm

and now:

Curse of the Elfs

Do you write your books in chronological order?

The Trilogy, I started in the beginning. Curse of the Elfs came to me in the middle, then it took form toward the front and the back. I am not sure why… it just happened.

What inspired you to write this story?

The last movie of Tolkien’s Lord of the Rings. I wanted to know more about the character’s lives and couldn’t find enough. My husband said, “Why don’t you write your own.” I answered, “Yah right!” But his answer haunted me and in three days I had the draft of The Elf and the Princess in my mind. When I told him the story he came back with a laptop and told me to write it. The rest is history.

What advice would you give to aspiring authors?

Never give up!!! Join a writer's chapter close to you, and learn the craft from them.

That's always my advice too! Anna, do you write with music playing? If so, is the music likely to be songs with lyrics or only instrumentals?

I do have music on, though I love quiet. I have my favorite tunes in the computer where I write. Lots of them have lyrics but a few don’t.

What is the coolest thing about being an author?

Meeting great people and other authors.

What would you say is the most challenging part about being an author?

Spending hours promoting my books while I would like to be writing another.

Do you have a particular goal you aim to achieve with your writing?

To take people to a wonderful world where they can forget reality’s cold hand and safely enjoy fantasy. Life is tough and we need something to help us make it more fun and worth living. Fantasy is the way I choose to do it.

You once told me that English was your second language. What sort of challenges did you meet in trying to write your books, if any?

Not many, really. I write and my editor has to figure out what I am trying to say. (If I can't figure how a word goes in English, I put it in Spanish...he speaks Spanish very well.) We have a lot of fun when we edit the books because of my English mess ups.

If you could give your book to only one person, who would it be and why?

A teenager in trouble...in the hope that he/she could discover the power they have deep inside to change and become better. I want them to see that nothing is impossible if we put our minds to it.

Can you share with your fans how can you describe so well your battle scenes and the sword's playing action?

We found a medieval sword fighting class at the local high school and my husband and I took it. My husband liked it so much he has taken it for a few years now and has even earned two different belts with the clan.

How fun!!! Where can we purchase a copy of your books?

www.amazon.com
www.barnesandnoble.com
www.annadelc.com

Thank you for this opportunity to visit with you and your friends.

Book Blurb:

When an Immortal race ceases to be immortal, woe to the land.

Ancient legend tells of elfs crossing paths with a dying wizard named Zoltan. The Old Sorcerer’s unrepentant deeds had caused the wizarding school to chastise him severely. On his deathbed Zoltan asked the elfs for help. Losing patience in his delirium, he cursed them. Now, the immortal elfin race is slowly, but surely dying.

Their only hope lies in a servant of kings who must learn to love the elfs before he will attempt to save them. But no one, elf or mankind, has ever heard of this man. Can the healer be found before their race is gone forever?

Bio

Anna del C. Dye was born in Valparaiso, Chile, amongst some of the world’s most famous beaches.

After meeting Rodney, a native of Idaho, in her hometown, Anna traveled to Utah on Christmas Eve and married him two weeks later. Their love story, Why Him? was published by Covenant in the book entitled Tender Mercies. Anna and Rodney reside in Taylorsville, Utah and are the parents of three princes and a princess.

Anna is an accomplished, multi-award winning author. One of her short stories entitled Amerine—Fairy Princess won an award in the Oquirrh Writers contest. The first book in her new YA Romance Series entitled “A Kingdom By The Sea” also won an award. Anna’s works also include The Silent Warrior Trilogy, the beginning saga of her YA Elf Series.

For more information contact Anna at www.annadelc.com.

Where Are Your Thoughts?

2011-03-31T22:37:00.002-06:00

Where is the best place for you to brainstorm?

I’ll tell you, some of my best ‘thinking’ time is when I’m doing a mindless chore, like working in the garden, or scrubbing the floors on my hands and knees. Sometimes even taking a shower. I came up with a good portion of By Love or By Sea while taking a shower. (I know you really wanted to know that!) You’d be amazing at how the mind can whirl while you’re working. It is the perfect time to allow your thoughts to brew!

Brainstorming is an important part of writing. If you are writing a novel, you should be brainstorming throughout the entire process. From before you write the very first word of your outline, to the very last edit.

Why?

Tell me this. If you are not a part of the world you are trying to create, how can you expect your reader to be a part of it?

So how is this accomplished?

I have a notebook for every book. I have folders on my computer for every book (that are, of course, backed up). It is a good idea to write a few things, even just ideas, every day. Don’t worry if you end up cutting them later on. Get the juices flowing! Get the story growing!

Where do you start?

Don’t feel like you have to start at the beginning. If you have an idea, write it down. You can figure out how it fits in with everything else later. Much later, sometimes. Start at the beginning, start with a character, start with a situation, it doesn’t matter. Just get your thoughts on the page.

I read a thing by Maria V. Snyder about writing her first book, Poison Study. She started with a question. “Who would choose to become a food taster?” Here is her thought process.

“Who would choose to become a food taster? My answer was “No one.” So someone would be forced to take the position – who? Not someone loyal to the king/Commander – he wouldn’t want to risk a good man – even though a loyal man might consider the job an honor. There is a good chance the food taster will die – so who would the king/Commander use and not feel bad if the person dies? Someone on death row. She will be executed anyway – her life is forfeit, waiting in the dungeon for execution. But how to keep that person from escaping? Butterfly’s Dust – a poison that stays in the body and if the food taster doesn’t show up for a daily antidote she will die. Great, but why is she in the dungeon? Execution is an extreme punishment – so she had to do something extreme like murder. Why and who does she kill? See how the story is taking shape? And the questions don’t stop until the story is done.”

When I first started, The Tiger, Unleashed, I wanted to write about a girl who played the piano and admired, through the window, a boy who work in her father’s vineyard. Did it end up that way? No. But some of the elements are still there. And who knows, maybe someday I’ll use the parts that died.

One thing I will tell you, I found inspiration for the first scene of The Tiger, Unleashed and the premise for Sweet Ivy while leading the music in church. The stories had been swirling in my head for a long time, and then one day, each of them came to life as I was leading the music.

So if you allow yourself to become a part of the world you create, your stories will come alive for your readers!

Let There Be...Light!

2011-03-25T14:50:00.002-06:00

WARNING!

This post contains many

ODD and STRANGE

tid bits about me that

no one really cares about!!

I love and need light in my life!! Not just table lamps, but windows too!! I don't know what it is, but I need to be able to see what's going on! (The only time darkness is okay is during a movie and my eyes are trained on the light screen, or when I'm sleeping.)
I remember when my parents built their house, years ago, I wanted lots of windows in my bedroom. I got a nice big one and a window on my door that led to my balcony (VERY COOL - I know). Anyway, since my room was on the east side of the house, it only got early morning sunlight. That was great in the morning but not so great in the afternoon. (I'd say it kept my room cooler, but my room was upstairs, and with central air, that's not so much of an argument.) I often found myself wandering through my sister's room just to get my light fix. (Our rooms adjoined through the closet and bathroom.) (No, dearest sister, I did not spend time in your room when you were gone. I just passed through.)
Anyway, this obsession of mine has carried me through the years. My previous house, my desk and computer were set up downstairs in the basement where it had one TINY window. And a basement window at that, not an egress window! I had tree lights downstairs and table lamps, but I still felt like I was in a dungeon. (Of course when they listed our house to be sold, they said the house had a bomb shelter!! I used it as a storage room. It was long and skinny, made out of cinder blocks, under the front porch!) Naturally I kept my laptop on my kitchen table, which over looked the backyard through a window that was as five feet square!
Now, my office gets great light in the afternoon!! (However there's a strange glare on my computer in the evenings and I still use a tree light and table lamp in the mornings.) I spend much of my time in my office because most of the other windows in my house (except for the bedrooms) are on the east side of the house. (Great view, and nice for heating purposes, but not if you're a light freak!)
Okay, so now that I have a great window in my office, I need to decorate! The walls are a grayish white that show everything and are blah! I love color as well as light! And I NEED color!
I've been through many phases of colors I think I enjoy. When I was young, I had white walls with a stripe, flower wallpaper and mauve carpet. Later, when my parents built, the walls were white and the carpet was navy blue. (I LOVED that carpet but it showed EVERYTHING!)Now, I tend to like earth tones, but I think the most soothing color to me is sage green. As a general rule, that is not my favorite color, but on a wall, it has a strange way of soothing me.
So what did we learn today?
For Rachel, it's all about the color AND the light!! If I don't have light and color, I can't relax. If I can't relax, I can't write. If I can't write, I don't publish books and you don't like me! :) Okay, well, at least you are less likely to stalk me! So.... Off to look at decorating ideas!

Tomato Basil Toast

2011-03-21T06:00:00.000-06:00

I usually get in a rut for lunch and make the same things for me and my kids - PBJ's, salad, mac & cheese, hot dogs, etc. But I've been trying to make my lunches a little more healthy. I made this for lunch the other day and loved it!! So, I thought I'd share it with you! Please forgive me, because I just kind of add and subtract things as I like! :) Feel free to do the same!

Ingredients:

Slices of bread, or a sliced baguette, or something bread related

Olive oil

Spinach leaves

Sliced tomato

Mozzarella

Basil (fresh or dried)

Salt and Pepper

Directions:

Brush olive oil over bread and broil until lightly golden. Add layer of spinach leaves and tomato slices. Sprinkle with salt and pepper. Top with mozzarella and dried basil. Broil until lightly brown. (If using fresh basil, wait to put it on until AFTER you broil it with the cheese.)

I'm looking forward to trying this with some other flavors as well. Peppers, feta cheese, onion, etc. The possibilities are endless and I'm getting hungry again! :)

Rebecca Talley's The Upside of Down

2011-03-18T06:00:00.001-06:00

Today, I am pleased to introduce a book to you entitled The Upside of Down!

COVER BLURB

“Hmmm,” the doctor muttered.
Natalie wrinkled her forehead, almost afraid to ask, and said, “What does that mean?”
“You do know you’re pregnant, right?”
Her breath caught in her throat. “Excuse me?”
“You’re pregnant.”
Her heartbeat thundered in her ears. “I’m what?”

Natalie Drake certainly has her hands full raising a large family, dealing with her difficult mother, and maintaining a relationship with her rebellious teenager. Just when things seem to be going smoothly, she finds out another unexpected surprise—she’s going to have a baby. Faced with so many challenges, Natalie must learn to trust in a plan that isn’t what she imagined and discover that every situation has an upside.

Beloved author Rebecca Talley carefully creates this touching and heartfelt story that is sure to inspire you. With true-to-life characters and situations, The Upside of Down will reignite your faith and remind you of the importance of family.

I had the chance to interview Rebecca!

Tell us a little about yourself, Rebecca.
I grew up in Santa Barbara, CA. I attended, and graduated from, BYU where I met my husband. He was the FHE “dad” and I was the FHE “mom.” We have been happily married for over 25 years and are the parents of 10 wonderfully creative and multi-talented children. We live in rural CO on a small ranch with a dog, cats, a spoiled horse, and a herd of goats. It took me a bit to adjust to the rural lifestyle after growing up in southern CA, but I love living in the country.

I like Colorado too! When did you start writing?
I started making books when I was a kid and I loved to write in high school, but I put writing aside when I got married and started having babies. I decided to get serious about it again in the mid-90s when the internet suddenly opened up a whole new world for me. I met other writers, took classes online, and read all I could about writing. I’ve been writing ever since.

What do you like to do besides writing?
Eat chocolate, ice cream, peanut M&Ms. I love to go to the beach and swim in the ocean, but I only get to do that once a year or so. I also love to dance to disco music. I’ve recently started doing Zumba, a kind of Latin dancing/exercise program—lots of hip shaking. I love to go on dates with my husband and I love to play with my kids. I’ve also started making jewelry and flower barrettes with my kids.

Maybe I should tag along with you! :) Your newest novel, The Upside of Down, was released in January. What was the inspiration for this novel?
While I was watching the new version of Cheaper by the Dozen, I thought it would be fun to write a similar story set in an LDS household. Since I have a large family, I drew from many of my own experiences to create my characters and establish the storyline. I had lots of fun writing it, especially as I relived some of the funny things that have happened in our family.

What do you hope people take away from The Upside of Down?

I hope people realize that no matter who we are, none of us is spiritually invincible. We all need to rely on the Lord, in good times and in bad. No matter how desperate a situation may seem, the Lord can lighten our load if we’ll turn to Him. The atonement is for all of us. And, even in the midst of trials, we can have peace.
I also hope people will learn something from my book about Down syndrome and realize that underneath it all, we’re all children of God and we all deserve love and respect, no matter our chromosome count.

Thank you so much, Rebecca. Where can we purchase The Upside of Down?
Amazon carries it and it should arrive in LDS Bookstores soon.
You can learn more about Rebecca at www.rebeccatalley.com and www.rebeccatalleywrites.blogspot.com and http://www.theupsideofdown2.blogspot.com/

If you live in the Provo/Orem Utah area, Rebecca will be signing her new book, The Upside of Down at Pioneer Book in Orem, UT on Friday, March 18th, 4:00-6:00 pm and on Saturday, March 19th, 12:00-2:00 pm. Go see her! It'll be fun.

Pioneer Book
858 S. State Street
Orem, UT

Agent Pitch Contest!!

2011-03-17T13:44:00.004-06:00

Super agent Ammi-Joan Paquette has so kindly offered to host a pitch contest on YAtopia. And seeing as she's currently closed to submissions, this is an opportunity you simply CANNOT miss out on.

It's really quite simple what you have to do. Ready?

1) Be a follower of the blog. Nice and easy.

2) Blog about this contest and include a link with your entry. If you don't have a blog, you may tweet or make a facebook status. But they prefer blog.

3) Create a TWO SENTENCE pitch. And not a massively long run-on sentence either. Two concise sentences that will hook Joan to your book and have her desperate to read more.

4) Include the opening line of your manuscript.

5) Manuscripts that you submit should be completed. It is left up to you whether you decide to submit a half finished manuscript. You'll have to deal with it SHOULD Joan request you send her the full.

6) This contest will be capped at either 150 entries OR will end midnight on the 24th March.

7) Winners to be announced (along with prizes) on 31st March.

8) Only childrens and young adult categories will be accepted.

Good luck!! Post your entries on YAtopia's blog!

12 Authors 2 Book Events!

2011-03-17T08:23:00.002-06:00

I ran into this today. If you live in the Tucson, Arizona area, you might be interested in this on Saturday, March 19, 1011!!

Latter Day Cottage on 7012 E. Broadway in Tucson opens 10:00 AM thru 6:00 PM.

Kerry Blair, Kaylee Baldwin, and Joan Sowards will sign between 10:00 AM to approx. 2:00 PM.
Joyce DiPastena, Cindy Williams, Donna Hatch and Margaret Turley will sign from approx.
2:30 pm until closing.

Writers Unite to Fight Cancer members who will sign at Speedway Bookmans include:

10:00 AM until Noon Carroll Morris, and Margaret Turley.

Noon until 2:00 PM Joyce DiPastena, Cindy Williams, Donna Hatch

They are donating $1.00 from each book sold at this event to the American Association for Cancer Research .

These locations are less that 2 miles apart. They'd love to see anoyone that lives in this area or are in Tucson for the weekend. For more information check out Margaret Turley's blog post.

Wednesday Romance

2011-03-16T14:35:00.006-06:00

I'm sorry I'm posting this late today. It's been a crazy week. I was sick, then my mom came for a visit while my husband was out of town, and my daughter got sick. Then my mom left and my husband came home, but then he got sick too. We took my daughter to the doctor and they are treating her for strep and my husband has a rattle in his lungs. So, I'm exhausted and forgot to post a Wednesday Romance.

But now that I've remembered, I thought I'd share this section from A Cold Heart. I know I've posted about this book before, but I don't think I've posted the first chapter, (although it may have been accessible on my website for a while.) Please ignore the little mistakes, as I have not had time to go through it today. I haven't decided if I will be posting the rest of this story as a Wednesday Romance or not. It depends on the response I get and what I decide I'm going to do with it.

“Oh, please help us find shelter soon.” Sadie Evans put a trembling hand to her cold face to shield her eyes from the snow. She desperately searched through the deathly white blizzard for any sign of shelter or protection from the bitter, winter elements of the west. According to her calculations, she should have reached the next station by now, but it was nowhere in sight. Nothing was. For all she knew, she now traveled in the wrong direction or had been going in circles. Unable to locate anything, she exhaled a loud scream of frustration and urged the team of horses forward.
The storm started an hour before, but the snow had been light and the winds nonexistent. Only in the last half hour did the winds pick up, visibility reduced to a couple of feet, and it was becoming worse. The small crystals of frozen water that Sadie usually viewed as beautiful diamonds in nature pelted her face with stinging fury. The thin, wet shawl she wore tightly around her shoulders did little to protect her as another gust of wind stabbed her flesh with the sharpness of hundreds of needles. Ice cycles hung from the reigns in her hand as well as every other part of the covered wagon. Glancing back, she tried to see if her sister was warm and protected. The snow swirled around so fast and thick that Sadie could see little.
Stopping the horses, she climbed into the wagon. The wind didn’t blow in the wagon and her skin tingled with the relief. Feeling her way through the dark she found her sister. Despite the four blankets she was bundled in, Ella Evans was nearly frozen solid. Panicked, Sadie removed Ella’s stiff blankets and put her ear to the four-year-old’s chest. Finding a heartbeat, however faint, a tear ran down Sadie’s face as she sighed with relief. She began rubbing the young girl’s flesh in order to warm her. Within seconds, her arms throbbed from the exertion. She considered snuggling up with her sister but knew her wet and frozen skirts would only serve to freeze the young girl faster. She again wrapped Ella in the blankets’ dryness. Taking the last blanket, she pulled it over herself, laid down next to the unconscious child and waited for sleep, or death, to overtake her.
Her body stiffened from cold and her will to endure, vanished. Breathing became difficult and her heart slowed. She closed her eyes and waited. Waited for death to claim her. Moments before it did, Sadie heard the voice of a man. Perhaps it was her father and she was approaching death. Sadie felt the wagon lurch forward. Caring little whether the horses were moving of their own accord or if someone was stealing the wagon – after all, Indians were said to roam these lands – she remained under her blanket. A prayer in her heart that she and Ella would not suffer more than they already had, she succumbed to unconsciousness.
~ * ~
Sadie’s eyes fluttered and she inhaled the warm, musty air. She lay on something soft and comfortable. Her body no longer tingled but felt warm under wool blankets. Gradually she became accustomed to the dim light and her eyes explored her surroundings. She lay in a very small log room. To her right stood a small night stand that contained various medicinal supplies and tonics. To her left stood an empty cot and a fireplace aglow with a warm fire. The two windows in the room were shaded and an elderly woman sat in the far corner.
Panic gripped her. Where was she and where was Ella? She tried to sit up, but her body was weak and she only managed to groan and attract the attention of the older woman.
“You shouldn’t exert so much energy, child,” the woman said.
Halting her attempts to sit, since her body wasn’t responding anyway, Sadie tried to address the woman. As she opened her mouth, her voice failed her, much like her body had before. The woman bustled to the bed and gave Sadie a drink of water.
“Sip it slowly. Nothing will be gained by drowning yourself.”
After a few sips, Sadie relaxed against her cot. Her moth not so thick, she attempted to speak again. “Where’s my sister, Ella?” Her words were raspy sounding but at least they came. “Who are you and…where am I?”
“You are safe here at Platte Bridge Station, child. This station is owned and run by the United States Army.”
Sadie sighed with relief and closed her eyes. She’d made it.
“My name is Mary Beth Stevenson. I stay here to mother the soldiers and tend to the sick. As for Ella, well she’s probably out playing in the snow again. Amit gave her a hat and some mittens. They’re a little on the big side and we had to tie them on with yarn, but they’ll keep her warm.” Mary Beth smiled.
Sadie’s tired minds struggled to keep up. Her throat began to tickle. “How….” The sudden onset of a severe cough deep within her lungs stalled her next utterance.
“Oh that cough is terribly low child but at least your fever is gone. Still, you should get some rest.” Mary Beth gave her some more water.
Sadie ignored the spinning room and pushed the caution aside. “How did I get here?” Her voice was a barely audible whisper.
Mary Beth smiled and retrieved her chair and brought it beside her cot. She sat down and picked up her knitting before she began. “Nearly five nights ago we had that terrible blizzard.”
“Five?” Sadie sat up and nearly passed out from the stinging in her head. Mary Beth helped her lay back down.
“You’re safe. There’s nothing to worry about.”
“But, five days? What…?” Her coughing returned and Mary Beth offered some water.
“I’m surprised you woke as soon as you did. The storm was the worst I’ve seen in a while and it came out of nowhere. They say that’s not uncommon around here, even in early October.”
Mary Beth pulled the blanket up around Sadie’s waist.
“Most of the boys on the watch crew that night came inside when it got bad. They figured no one would endanger the station in such weather. It never occurred to them that someone may be stuck in it.” She gave Sadie a wry smile. “Everyone came inside but Amit. He’s a special boy and seems to have a sixth sense at times.”
“Amit?” Sadie said his name and Mary Beth nodded and flitted to the other side of the cabin. Sadie liked the way his name felt on her lips. Such a warm, friendly sounding name. She wondered who this man was.
“After not too long he heard a scream, and I can only assume it was yours. He went to the front gates and not more than twenty yards from them he found your wagon.”
“I was that close? I couldn’t see a thing.” Sadie rubbed a hand over her forehead.
“He drove the team on in and when he reached the stables, he discovered you and your sister. He brought you both into me. We thought you were a goner. Only God’s saving grace allowed you to live after such an ordeal. Your sister woke the following morning and has been taking all the boys around here by her charm.” Mary Beth sat down and took up her knitting again. “That’s the whole of it. Amit and I think you both should weather out the winter here. After the first snow, it only gets worse, I hear. Then you can start off for California in the spring.”
Sadie’s eyes crinkled and her brow furrowed.
“Ella told me that’s where you’re bound.”
Sadie nodded as she tried to absorb the information. This Amit person must have been the man she heard before she fell unconscious. She closed her eyes and offered up a silent prayer of gratitude that she and her sister were safe. When she opened her eyes again, she saw Mary Beth standing over her with a glass in her hand. “Why don’t you have another drink, child, and then get some rest.”
The water was refreshing and before she knew it, Sadie could feel herself dozing off once more.
~ * ~
The mess hall rang with noise the following evening. Men laughed as they ate, not minding that they looked like sardines in the Mess Hall. Parker Brackston sat next to Tom, talking easily of days gone by.
“I sure do miss Mama’s cooking.” Tom smiled as he shoved a fork full of noodles into his mouth. “Amit does a fine job, but no one cooks like Mama.”
Parker nodded. No one, not even Mary Beth, could bake like Mrs. Harris. “I bet Miller Stoles doesn’t have it nearly as good.”
“Have you heard from him recently?”
“Last I heard, he was crossing rebel lines. That was six months ago.”
Tom nodded. “Hope he makes it out of there. Do you remember when we all had plans to do something big together?”
Parker laughed. “We never did decide what our business adventure would be.”
Tom shook his head and chuckled. “I sometimes still think about it.”
“Me too. B.H.S. Attorneys at Law.”
Tom howled with laughter. “I could never be a lawyer.”
A loud banging in the kitchen brought their conversation to a stop. The sudden crash of sound was followed by screams and more banging.
Parker was on his feet and climbing over the bench when Amit exited the kitchen, bare as the day he was born save an apron tied around his waist and the end of a mop fastened to his head. Parker groaned, sunk into his chair and buried his face in his hands.
Straddling a broom, Amit galloped around the room with spaghetti sauce smeared on his face like war paint. He whooped and hollered, banging the pan in his hand over the broom handle. The men in the room roared with laughter as Amit hollered, “Soldiers comin’! Soldiers comin’!”
Amit raced around the room for several minutes before retreating back to the kitchen.
“Oh! My side hurts,” Tom bellowed, wiping moisture from his eye. “I haven’t laughed that hard in weeks.”
“It’s not funny, Tom. Don’t encourage the men.”
“The men love Amit. He’s a good remedy for these dull days.”
“You’re egging him on and he’ll only be more impossible to handle. He won’t get anything done and I’ll be the one to blame.”
Tom shook his head. “He’s good for these men, and you know it. The only one who with the problem is you.”
Parker glared at his friend. “If anyone else had said that to me....”
Tom patted him on the shoulder. “Get some rest, my friend.” Tom stood and left Parker to brood.
~ * ~
Parker swaggered into the mess hall the next morning. Men crowded into the small room, squeezing onto the benches that sat beside the three tables. Forks scraped against metal plates and spicy sausage wafted through the air. The room burst with conversation and laughter as light streamed through the small windows.
Parker made his way to the back of the room and filled a plate. “Are you leaving for patrol this morning, Nichols?”
Private Nichols stood. “Yes, sir. As soon as Jensen is ready.”
“Good. I’d like a full report as soon as you get back.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Oh, and Nichols?”
“Sir?”
“Make sure Jensen doesn’t wonder off alone. We don’t need any casualties right now.”
Nichols nodded and Parker moved to another table and sat next to the corporal. “Morning, Tom.”
Tom nodded. “Have you heard what Amit’s been up to?”
Parker eyed his friend with suspicion. “Are you talking about the kitchen incident last night or this business with that girl and her kid sister?”
“Well I was talking about the girl, but now that you mention it, last night was pretty funny.” Tom chuckled.
Parker closed his eyes and tried to block the memory from his mind. Parker loved Amit but the boy was always doing something outrageous and last night was no exception. One of these days, Amit would do something that would get him into trouble or seriously hurt.
Parker shook his head. “What about the girl?”
“You heard she woke up a couple days back?” Parker nodded and Tom continued. “Rumor has it that she’s up and doing well. Huntsman said she’s the prettiest thing this side a heaven.”
Parker frowned. He didn’t need someone else to protect from the instability of the west. “Hope she doesn’t get in the way of things. When’s she leaving?”
“That’s the thing. I think between Amit and Mary Beth, they’ve talked her into wintering here.” A delighted smile brightened Tom’s face. “Sure will be nice to have a pretty face to look at on long, cold nights.”
Parker felt his temper boil at his friend’s comment. The last thing he needed was a pretty face to look at.
In that same moment all heads turned as the door swung open. The noise in the room stopped and was replaced by whispers. Parker caught a few and his neck grew hot.
“…pretty little thing.”
“I think I’m in love.”
Parker looked up and saw the beautiful girl. Her hair was the color of chestnuts that flowed long and full down her back. Her delicate features revealed no emotion as she walked with the grace and poise of an angel.
Parker shook his head and looked at his plate. His thoughts were turning as mushy as the men around him. His hands shook. He would not allow such a wisp of a girl to get his dander up.
Glancing to her again, he noticed Mary Beth and a young child assisting the young woman. An unwanted smile tried to steal across his face. This only served to anger him more; he was always in control. For this child – she could be no more than that – to turn his mind all sappy, nearly conquered his calm facade. Not to mention, the men would never get a thing done with the likes of her roaming the station. He groaned and prayed for her to leave the station soon.
~ * ~
Sadie stepped into the mess hall and pulled her tangled hair over her shoulder.
“Thank you for helping me, Mary Beth,” she said in a whisper. It was difficult for Sadie to swallow her pride and allow someone to help her. Leaning on Mary Beth, even in her weakened state, humiliated her. If it had not been for her growling stomach, she would have remained in bed.
Mary Beth smiled and patted Sadie’s arm. “You needed to get some air and eat. The exercise will do you good. You’ll see.”
Sadie concentrated on putting one foot in front of the other, doing her best to ignore the interested male eyes focused on her. “They are all staring.”
“I’d be more surprised if they didn’t. There aren’t many women who come through here for more than a night or two.”
Lifting her chin, Sadie stood as tall as her petite form would allow. She walked through the room with as much dignity as she could, despite her desire to turn and run. She tried to ignore the fact that her dress was wrinkled and very worn. Though the blue color of the dress added a natural glow to her pale skin, her hair hung loosely around her shoulders because she had no energy to pull it back again. Mary Beth had attempted to put it in a loose braid, but the woman was no hair stylist and the wind in this God forsaken country had destroyed it on the short walk across the station. Sadie was amazed the wind could howl like it did here. Never in her life had she ever witnessed anything like it before. Needless to say, she doubted it would ever do any good to spend much time on her hair while she was here.
Rather than look at the men, she glanced to Mary Beth.
“Take one of the plates there and fill it with whatever you want.”
Sadie’s hands shook as she did as instructed, piling a few things on her plate.
“Don’t be shy. Amit always makes more than enough food. Take whatever you want.”
Sadie smiled and added an extra sausage patty to her plate.
After the women had sat down, Sadie watched as a handsome man approach. She cringed. She did not want his attention, nor anyone else’s. He stood a good head taller than her, though he was not overly tall. His hair was the color of gingerbread, and his eyes were a steel gray. His broad shoulders swayed as he strode toward her, and Sadie wondered if men cowered in his presence. His angular face was accentuated by closely trimmed sideburns and her face flushed as he neared. When he reached them, he sat across from them. Sadie expected him to say something, but he just sat there with his eyes boring into her.
Sadie squirmed in her seat, already having her feathers of confidence ruffled by her entrance, and she leaned over to help Ella cut her sausage patty into pieces. She could feel the man’s eyes upon her and it unnerved her. This dominating man held an invisible power over her and she wanted to crawl under the table and cry. Her cowardice angered her. As she finished helping Ella, she turned to meet the stranger’s piercing gaze and tried to smile.
“I appreciate you and your men allowing us to stay at the station, sir. We would certainly die if we tried to make it to California before spring.”
The scowl on his face continued but looked forced, as though he battled internally and was losing. Still, his ever present, unpleasant gaze made her uneasy and she took the bait.
“I’m sorry. Was there something you intended to say or are you simply the bearer of unpleasantness?”
The man audibly growled as his frown turned more genuine. “What’s your name, girl, and what’s your business here at Platte Bridge Station?”
Tears welled in Sadie’s eyes. She blinked them back and tossed her limp hair over her shoulder with as much haughtiness as she could. This man was rude and not someone she wished to associate with. “My name is Sadie Evans and this is my sister, Ella.” She smiled at her sister. “I’m sure you heard already that we’re bound for California to live with my aunt and uncle but were inconvenienced by the storm. So we find ourselves in the present company.” She swallowed, forcing her emotions down. “May I have the delight in learning the name of my conversation partner, or has your inappropriate staring and rude conversation affected your speaking abilities?”
“You have a lot of nerve, girl!” he bellowed as he stood and placed his hands on the table. He leaned toward her and looked as though he might move to strike her. “I’m Sergeant Parker Brackston and you will answer to me for any and all of your needs. Understand?”
A tear spilled onto her cheek but she ignored it. The idea that she was actually showing her weakness in front of this man burned her ego. “I am not one of your soldiers, sir, and I will not be treated as such.” Her voice was calm, though her temper flared under the surface. “Therefore, I would appreciate it if you addressed me as a gentleman would a lady.”
“I will not take orders from a child!” He shoved his chair out of his way, stepping back from the table. “You will do as I tell you just like everyone else around here. No exceptions. You will not disrespect me and walk around here with an air of superiority, turning every man’s head, distracting him from his work.”
“Pardon me, but I will not respect someone who will not respect me.” She met his stare. Their gazes locked and for an instant Sadie felt her heart flutter with unfamiliar emotion. There was something different about this man then any other she had met before. Unfortunately, his manner was maddening and she stilled the flutter of her heart before her thoughts could run away. A second later he plowed through the door of the mess hall, muttering something under his breath.
The room was quiet except for forks scraping against plates as everyone ate their meal and pretended not to have heard the confrontation between Sadie and the sergeant. Sadie began to eat her meal and marveled that her sister ate so well instead of talking incessantly. That was undoubtedly due to the fact that this simple meal far surpassed what they had been eating on the trail.
After several minutes, Mary Beth leaned closer to her. “That was very bold, dear.”
“What?”
“Speaking to Parker that way. He’s not accustomed to confrontation. When he gives an order, he expects it to be carried out.”
“Well, perhaps if he hadn’t been so rude. I’m not accustomed to such staring and being treated so cruelly.”
“Even so,” Mary Beth said with a knowing smile, “Parker won’t be pleasant the rest of the day.”
~ * ~
Mary Beth had been correct in her assumption of Sergeant Parker Brackston’s behavior. The remainder of the day he stomped around the station like a child throwing a tantrum. It didn’t matter to Sadie. Let him be angry. Her father didn’t raise her to tolerate being treated so rudely by anyone – especially by someone as egocentric as Sergeant Brackston.
Snow covered the ground and the wind blew making it too chilly to be out of doors for long, if avoidable. As it was the first day she had been out and about, she tired quickly and was relieved she did not feel up to doing more in the cold weather. Taking Mary Beth’s advice, she rested throughout most of the day.
Sadie longed to explore the station. She had stopped at several forts along the trail but had never stayed for any length of time. The idea of being at Platte Bridge Station thrilled her. Mary Beth informed her that though small, this fort served as protection for emigrants and the telegraph line against the Native Americans. It was also the last crossing of three along the North Platte River. That knowledge in itself sent a thrill through her body. After this, it would surely be smooth sailing, as her journey to California would be nearly at its end. At least she doubted anything would be as bad as traveling though such a terrible storm like she endured just before arriving at Platte Bridge Station.
She remained indoors mostly, though she did meet several soldiers during her brief outings for meals. With the exception of Sergeant Brackston, all had been charming and cordial. Just after her evening meal, she met up with Private Amit Stevenson. Amit was the son of Mary Beth and a very pleasant man. The first time Sadie had ever seen Amit she had been surprised. Mary Beth had explained prior to her meeting him that he saw things and often handled situations as a child might. She wasn’t certain what she had expected, but his appearance had surprised her. He was tall, though somewhat lanky and thin. His thick hair was blond and wavy and he had a strong jaw line. His eyes were the color of honey and his smile warmed her heart. Still, he appeared to be an overgrown boy rather than a man.
The first time she had seen him, the morning after she had initially woken up, she had been awake on and off all day. She awoke to see him sitting at his mother’s feet. Seeing her eyes open, he had jumped to his feet and saluted. Sadie had been shocked but a smile found its way to her face upon looking at the man’s smiling mother.
“Private Amit Stevenson,” he said proudly. Dropping his hand, he said with a relieved smile, “Amit is glad you are awake.”
“It’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m Sadie Evans.” She smiled easily at him. “I can’t begin to express my gratitude to you for saving mine and my sister’s lives.”
“Ah, shucks.” He shoved his hands in his pockets and shuffled his feet. His face turned bright red and a giggle escaped his lips. Seeing a man giggle was something Sadie had never witnessed before but she found the gesture endearing all the same.
Today, as she left the mess hall, anxious for the warmth of her cabin and the relief of her bed she turned as she heard Amit call out to her.
“Miss Evans.” He stopped in front of her and held out his arm. “Amit must walk with you.”
“Thank you.” He was such a breath of fresh air and so chivalrous. “Did you have a nice day?”
Amit’s smile brightened his entire face. “Amit helped in the kitchen today.” He puffed up his chest in pride.
“Do you do that every day?”
“Yes. It’s Amit’s favorite job.”
“Do you have other duties?”
“Sometimes Amit does night watch.”
Sadie smiled, amused at his referring to himself in the third person. “Amit.” She hesitated. “I would like to look around the station. I’m tired right now and it’s quite dark but I thought I might like to look around in the morning. I would be thrilled to have your company and would welcome your knowledge of the area.”
Amit stared at her blankly and she wondered if she had done too much explaining along with her request. She decided to try again.
“Will you show me around the station tomorrow?”
A smile spread across his face and he nodded eagerly. “The station’s Amit’s home. Amit will show home to Miss Evans.”
Sadie smiled at him, glad he was excited to help her. Before she was able to say more, Sergeant Brackston bellowed from behind her. While she felt herself scowl, she was surprised to see Amit grinning like a boy on Christmas morning.
“Miss Evans. I warned you not to distract my men.” He marched to stand between her and Amit. “Private, aren’t you supposed to be helping in the stables?”
“Oh, the stables!” Amit exclaimed as he threw an arm over his hat. “Amit likes the horses.” He seemed barely able to contain his excitement. With a quick wave, he took off at a run to the stables.
Sadie could not suppress the smile that crossed her face at the man’s apparent glee. Any amusement she found, however, was squelched when she turned to see the brooding man standing beside her. Annoyance dominated his expression as he glared at her. Tired though she was, Sadie stood her ground.
“You don’t have to be so harsh with him. He was merely walking me to the comforts of my cabin.”
“And shirking his responsibilities.”
“What harm is there in seeing me to my cabin?”
“Plenty,” he growled. “Besides, he has more important things to see to.”
“Don’t feed me that, Sergeant.” She emphasized his title. “There are plenty of soldiers to help out. Tell me what the real problem is.”
Sergeant Brackston heaved an irritated sigh. “Fine, little missy. I don’t want some child coming in here and turning all these men’s hearts and heads to mush.”
“If you’re referring to Ella, I assure you, your concerns are unfounded. She’s young, yes, but the men are delighted by her. Why, she’s only a child. What harm can come from loving a child?”
He pulled her around the building, out of any direct light and pushed her up against the wall. The air was knocked out of her from his roughness, and her body slid to the ground. Sergeant Brackston lifted her back up by her arms. Her heart fluttered from his nearness as he leaned toward her. She could actually feel the warmth of his breath on her face as he spoke. “I’m not speaking of your sister but rather of you,” he growled.
“Me?”
“Yes, you!” he yelled in a whisper. “These men have seen no woman besides Mrs. Stevenson for over a month. And you waltz in here and –”
“I hardly waltzed anywhere.”
He released her abruptly as though touching her had burned him. He looked at his hands, seeming to collect his thoughts. “Just stay out of the way.”
“You mean, stay out of your way.”
Sergeant Brackston glared at her before storming off into the night, leaving her quite unsettled by the encounter. She gathered her wits and hurried to the warmth of her cabin where she saw Ella already settled in for the night on a bed of straw on the floor. Shrugging out of her coat, she hung it by the fireplace and started to ready herself for bed.
Mary Beth glanced up from her knitting. “Is everything all right, dear? You look a little flushed.”
“I’m fine, Mary Beth.” Sadie put on a brave smile. “Just tired, I think.”
“Well, get some rest. You’ll feel better in the morning.”
Sadie obeyed and climbed beneath the wool blanket. Closing her eyes, she tried to sleep, but with the sole company of her mind, she could only think of Sergeant Parker Brackston. He was, after all, very handsome. Back home in Vermont he would have had the girls swarming all over him. She wondered where home was for him and if he had always behaved as he did now or if something, some event, had molded him into what he as now. Where was his family? Or did he even have any?
Family. The word caused emotions to rise within her but she pushed them down before they could surface. She was still trying to heal from her physical pain – she would deal with her emotional pain later. Mustering all her courage, she withheld her tears and turned her thoughts to Ella and Private Amit Stevenson. Ella loved Amit and he seemed to return her fondness. A smile found its way to Sadie’s lips as she thought of them walking hand in hand around the station earlier. Such a pleasant memory, and with those thoughts, Sadie fell asleep.

(Fort Caspar aka Platte Bridge Station)

10 YEARS!

2011-03-13T06:00:00.000-06:00

Today, I have officially been married for 10 years!! WOW! It seems like only yesterday! It’s hard to believe so much time has gone by.

Shane called me for a first date because his best friend (who was dating my cousin) talked him into asking me. I had a boyfriend but thought we would be going with my cousin, so I decided to go. But it was just us! I knew Shane had a 1973 Plymoth Duster he had rebuilt in high school and hoped to ride in that. My heart dropped when he showed up to my house in his 1957 Willy’s Jeep. No top, just a roll bar and lap belts. I was TERRIFIED! But I tried to pretend it was no big deal as we bounced around on our off-roading adventure. We drove up the mountain for a BBQ. He said he was looking for the perfect campsite which he insisted he'd been to before. (We never did find it.) Instead we bounced around for forty minutes, going over boulders too big to drive over! Before he picked me up, he told me he’d take the meat (we ate hamburgers), and asked me to bring chips. The only chips I had was one of those family sized original potato chips! He still laughs about that! We talked about all sorts of things, including my cousin and his friend. We figured they'd be getting married (which they did), and naturally that led to a discussion about where we would like to be married. Not together, of course. Strangely enough, we both wanted to be married in the same place! Driving down the mountain, I froze and attempted to hide my shivers. I don't know if I succeeded or not!

For our first kiss, we had been dating a couple weeks, and Shane took me out to look at the stars. We drove just out of town and parked the car, then climbed on top of one of those signs that extend across the interstate. You know, the ones with the digital signs hanging on them? Well, this one had a ladder to climb up and a little fenced in landing where we laid down to ‘look at the stars’. Keep in mind, in Casper, Wyoming there are lots of stars and the interstate isn’t that busy so there weren't many headlights. That’s where he kissed me for the first time! I still remember how terrified he was the first time. I knew he'd wanted to kiss me for a while, but he had never kissed many girls and was probably as terrified as I was riding in his jeep! I remember feeling his heart racing faster than mine! Anyway, looking at the stars' became a favorite thing for us to do later on our dates. Everyone teased us that we were only seeing the stars in each others eyes! :) Let me just say, they were dazzling!

We dated for 2 months before he asked me to marry him. That's another funny story! I was having a bad day one day. My cousin had just purchased her wedding dress, so I talked my mom into taking me dress shopping. Shane and I had talked about marriage, but nothing was official. So I tried on dresses all day and finally found one I loved. (It had a train like my grandma's.) It was on sale for $200 but the store would only hold the dress for one week. So I called Shane, told him what I was doing and asked him if we were going to get married or not because if we were, I'd found a dress I wanted. He said, "Well, go ahead and get the dress." A couple days he proposed!

You will be sad to know there is no romantic story for his proposal, though I still said 'yes.' He had left his glasses at my house the night before, so I took them up to the college and tried to intercept him between classes. I caught him on his drive up, and he told me to follow him to his house. I should interject that he does not like secrets and has a hard time keeping them, too. So he told me to follow him to his house, and then left me sitting on the couch while he ran downstairs. He came back upstairs, sat next to me on the couch, and gave me a 'pre-proposal speech' that I honestly don't remember. Then he slid down to one knee and gave me the ring! Of course I accepted!!! (You should know the ring held no diamond. He picked it out and it has our birthstones and is Black Hills gold. He didn't want to start out our lives together in debt. He's still not off the hook. I still want a diamond ring someday, but the ring was not a deal breaker! And I love my ring because it was something that he chose especially for me!)

4 months later we were married on Tuesday, March 13, 2001 in the LDS San Diego Temple. I was a vocal performance major in college and Shane was a psychology major and worked as a mechanic for his dad. After we were married, we rented a two bedroom 900 square feet home from my in-laws.

Since then, we have been blessed with three beautiful daughters. Shane has graduated with his Master’s in counseling and is now the Assistant Dean at UVU in Orem, Utah. We moved to Provo, Utah a year and a half ago and still get along (most days)! I started writing in February 2003 and published By Love or By Sea in 2009 and several ebooks in 2010. We have lots of hobbies and enjoy spending time together, even though we don’t like doing the same things. We support each other well.

Sometimes marriage is tough, but we have both grown. And we have had a GREAT 10 years! And I still love him!!

A CLEAN ROMANCE!

2011-03-11T06:00:00.001-07:00

I apologize for posting two book reviews in a row, but I just finished this book and really enjoyed it!! I've been reading a lot lately, researching how authors create romantic tension in their stories. Unfortunately, many authors accomplish that through sex scenes. (For those of you concerned, I tend to skip over the sex pages.)

Anyway, I've been told that Lynn Kurland's books are good, so I gave them a try. I am happy too report that Lynn Kurland's books (at least this one, though I think most of them) are CLEAN ROMANCES!!! How refreshing!!!

Dreams of Stardust by Lynn Kurland

Jake

Jake Kilchurn travels the world to unearth exquisite stones for this one-of-a-kind creations, but it is during an unexpected side trip to Seakirk castle that he meets a cadre of ghosts discussing a timeless beauty who lived centuries ago.

Amanda

Amanda de Piaget is busy doing what she does best—fending off suitors—when she stumbles on a different kind of man. He is unconscious, dirty, and oddly clad. But unlike the other men who find themselves at Artane, Jake knows nothing about her—and Amanda finds herself strangely drawn to him.

Artane

Time has brought them together to the safety of its walls, but only time will tell if they'll escape those who would try to tear them apart...

There weren't as many kissing scenes in this as I would have liked in it, but it was clean. I loved his devotion to her and his easy charm. He gave up everything to fight for her and worked so hard!! Jake was a true gentleman, and I fell in love with him right away! (Don't tell my husband!)

So if you need something clean to read and haven't read anything by Lynn Kurland, I would recommend her! I have several more in my pile to read!!

Happy reading!

Wednesday Romance

2011-03-09T06:00:00.001-07:00

Happy Wednesday!!!

I have been so sick this last week and I'm still exhausted. I haven't done much writing, but I've done a little editing. My head is still stuffy, and my throat is raw. I was planning to write something, but I have a shorter attention span than my three-year-old. I didn't sleep well last night, so I'm sure that didn't help.

Okay. Enough pity. I thought I'd share with you a review of one of my FAVORITE books of all time!! I wish I could have been this clever to come up with a book like this! I love the twists and turns of the story. AND I LOVE THE HERO!!!! Valek. How can you not love a man with that name? Trust me. You will love him. Before I get ahead of myself, let me give you a brief overview.

Poison Study, by Maria V. Snyder

Choose: A quick death . . . Or slow poison . . .

About to be executed for murder, Yelena is offered an extraordinary reprieve. She'll eat the best meals, have rooms in the palace -- and risk assassination by anyone trying to kill the Commander of Ixia.

And so Yelena chooses to become a food taster. But the chief of security, leaving nothing to chance, deliberately feeds her Butterfly's Dust -- and only by appearing for her daily antidote will she delay an agonizing death from the poison.

As Yelena tries to escape her new dilemma, disasters keep mounting. Rebels plot to seize Ixia and Yelena develops magical powers she can't control. Her life is threatened again and choices must be made. But this time the outcomes aren't so clear . . .

Now this is less of a romance and more of a fast paced adventure, but I LOVE it!!! And there is a great romance in it! I have recently taken a keen interest in books with a bit of supernatural to them. Poison Study has it in spades. Ixia is a fictional kingdom and the adventures are endless. Trust me. There are two more books in this series and another series of three that are related to this!! LOVE IT!

So Yelena becomes a food taster and tests for poisons in the Commander's (ruler) food instead of hanging for murder. She reports daily to Valek who gives her an antidote to the poison he gives her in the beginning called Butterfly Dust. The antidote is the only way to keep the poison from killing her.

As Yelena discovers she possesses magic, which is forbidden, she also learns self defense and meets some friends, who are refreshingly funny. She is constantly on the run from the father of the man she killed, and others who have discovered her magic. She also discovers that Valek, the best assassin in the land, has a softer side that no one is aware of. Amidst avoiding death each day, Yelena finds love and must find a way to preserve it.

If you haven't read this book, I would recommend it! It's lots of fun!

Accident Prone

2011-03-04T06:00:00.000-07:00

I found this among my folders the other day. I LOVE the voice of it! However, I don't remember writing it! :) And I don't remember what I was going to do with it. It is obviously not finished. But I'm fresh out of ideas. I don't know where to take this. So this is me brainstorming. I'm posting this to see what your reactions are. Is it terrible and a waste of time? Or does it provoke interest? AND WHERE SHOULD THIS GO? I'd love to hear your responses and any ideas you may have! Perhaps this is one we could write together!

Accident Prone

The first time I saw him, I lay heavily sedated in my hospital bed.
What a day that had been. I’d gone up the mountain with my siblings for some skiing and bonding. Some bonding we were having now! The tree came out of nowhere. Three of us made it out with only a few bumps and bruises. Me? I wasn’t so lucky. But really, one out of four isn’t too bad of odds. It could be worse. Right?
Of course, I was hurt the worst. I even wore my seatbelt. I don’t know why it was me. It has always been like that too. Everything always happened to me. At least everything bad. If there was a lottery to be won, Silvia would win that. She just had a way with numbers. If there was an artsy contest to be won, the prize would go to Nettie, no questions asked. If we were in a crowd of people, Dylan would be the center of attention. If tragedy were to occur, it always happened to me.
I was the only one to break any bone in my body. (And it’s not like Dylan didn’t try. We had both been swinging from the tree that day and we both fell. His bones must be made of rubber.) I was also the only one to be hospitalized for anything. Mom said that’s just the way things work sometimes. But I have no idea how things like that just find me.
The broken car shouldn’t have broken down. I took excellent care of it. My dog should never have attacked me. I fed him and took him on a long run every day. Even the near drowning in the lake was some bazaar twisted accident.
Trouble just seemed to follow me. I often stared at myself in the mirror, wondering if I was invisibly marked by an angry god. Sylvia would laugh at me and tell me I was even more beautiful than the day before. Ha! Not likely. When compared to her golden curls and full lips, Nettie’s fashionable figure, and Dylan’s charm, I was left with nothing. By the time I arrived, the gene pool had been depleted.
Not that I’m complaining. I had a full and happy childhood. Bad things always happened to me, but I never felt ostracized or unloved. In fact, until this latest accident, it never occurred to me that no one else in my family suffered from the trials of unwanted bad luck. It was in that hospital bed, my legs propped up and in casts, my torso and neck wrapped in a brace, and my arms pinned to my sides that I contemplated this.
I groaned. If only I had my hands free. That would be better than this. This immobility was terrible. Accident prone as I was, I had a passion for movement. I moved when I spoke, and I thrived in sports. Unfortunately, that was not always a good thing. I almost always come away with some sort of wound. Strangely enough, I still possessed all my teeth.
But my hands. As confining as my condition was, if I had my hands, at least I could write. Writing was my breath.

Wednesday Romance

2011-03-02T06:00:00.000-07:00

I've been asked many times recently when I'll have another book in print. Let me just say, I'm working on it. The edits are taking longer than expected. Part of that is because a publisher sent back my manuscript with a couple suggestions of her own. So I'm looking forward to finishing up a few things and resubmitting it. It's always a long and tedious process. And I've been staying so busy that I haven't had time to work on a new Wednesday Romance! So, I thought I'd share one of my favorite kissing scenes from the book I'm currently working on!
Just so that you have a little background, here's a little synopsis.

Ivy Lewis, provider and nurturer for her seven siblings, finds herself lonely and forgotten. Accepting life as hopeless, she becomes entranced with daydreams of the handsome Lord Sterling Bennett, Earl of Oakly. Ivy soon realizes this charming man of wealth will torture her heart, unwittingly envelope her in dangerous secrets, and save her life.

Amidst such duress she finds herself spending time with the humble gardener, Mr. Alan, who has secrets of his own. Left confused betwixt two loves, she finds her way through the adventurous lies surrounding her love and her heart.

Through stigma and peril, Sweet Ivy embraces the inhibition of love and the serenity of a stranger.

“I’m sorry that me time today was mostly spent with yar brother instead o’ ye, lass.”
“Don’t be.” Ivy walked her friend to the door after her siblings had gone out to do the evening chores. Mr. Alan had spent the afternoon with the Lewises and even shared their dinner. Ruben had scarcely let the man out of his sight, and Ivy had been charmed by the pair. “I hope you had a nice time.”
“Aye. That I did.” His eyes twinkled as he smiled.
“I’m sorry to have kept you so long from your business.”
“Think nothing of it, lass. But I would ask ye if I might beg a kiss from ye before I leave?”
Her face flushed at his forthrightness. “A kiss?”
“Aye, lass. A kiss.”
“Okay.” She turned her head so that her flushed cheek was available for the soft caress.
He chuckled. “A kiss, by nature, lass, is the comin’ together o’ two pairs o’ lips. At least, that is me own understandin’ o’ the ritual. So I ask ye again. Might I beg a kiss from ye?”
“Are you sure?” Her mouth went dry and she fiddled with the pocket of her apron. Was a man supposed to ask for a kiss? It gave her time to dwell on it, and she became nervous. She decided she liked having the kiss sprung on her unexpectedly. That way there was no time to think on the matter.
He chuckled as she hesitated, and traced his finger along the length of her face. “Thar’s no reason to be afraid o’ me, lass.”
She shivered in delight. “I know. I’m just not used to this,” she said in a weak whisper.
“It’s glad I am to hear it.”
His hand glided effortlessly down her neck and over the delicate curve of her shoulder. Goosebumps coursed over her body as he slowly pulled her into his arms. She looked into his eyes and saw the desire there. Up until this moment they had only been friends. Would a simple kiss change that? As his hands slipped around her and explored the length of her back before moving to her face, she began to wonder if the exchange would be a ‘simple kiss.’ His hands continued to weave a spell over her as his thumb lightly caressed her lips. As her legs became rubbery, she feared she would not survive the physical – or emotional – uproar his touch evoked. Their friendship had never allowed such intimate contact before, but she found herself longing for more.
As his head descended toward hers, she closed her eyes and held her breath, not knowing what to expect. Just when she thought she might faint dead away, she suddenly found herself pressed firmly against his body, her lips being tenderly devoured by his. Her mind told her to push him away but she found that her body responded instinctively to him as a rush of desire coursed through her veins. His lips were warm and moist inviting her to draw herself closer to him. Sliding her hands over his chest, she locked them around his neck and savored the exchange. For the briefest of moments, the image of another man with rich molasses eyes entered her mind, and she was suddenly standing in the embrace of Sterling Bennett instead of Mr. Alan.
Unnerved by her traitorous thoughts and also her eagerness for Mr. Alan’s kiss, she pulled away and dared not look into his face. Before she could flee, his finger lifted her chin, and she reluctantly sought his eyes, terrified what she might read there. What she found was understanding and perhaps a bit of residual longing.
“I thank ye, lass. Now, I’d best be on me way. Good night,” he whispered with a chaste kiss on her cheek before he left.

Perfecly Imperfect - ebook

2011-02-24T14:30:00.004-07:00

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Perfectly Imperfect

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Cover Blurb:
Monet Carlson has sworn off men. Work is the only thing she has time for. When she signs a contract with the handsome Bristol Kelly, she struggles to keep her heart encased in a box of ice. His kisses prove the melting power to her heart. However, she must destroy the ghosts of her past before she will be free to love him.

Excerpt:
“You look fabulous,” Bristol said with a smile as he stood on her front porch.
“Thank you.” Monet smiled and looked down, a bit of color warming her cheeks. Though the silk gown clung to her figure and the soft burgundy color gave a natural glow to her skin, she did not feel fabulous. Nice or maybe even pretty, but certainly not fabulous.
“What’s this? You are shy tonight?”
As she looked up, and really looked at him for the first time that evening, her breath caught in her throat. Some men looked awkward at best in tuxedos, but Bristol Kelly might well have invented the form of dress. His body fit perfectly inside the garment, as though they were made for each other. Then she reminded herself that he was the kind of man who undoubtedly did have this suit not only especially tailored for him but designed for him as well.
“I’m sorry,” she said. “I didn’t expect you to show up on the other side of my door.”
“Who did you expect?”
“I don’t know.”
“You thought I had people waiting on me hand and foot?” he accused with an amused grin. “Sweetheart, I’m not the kind of man to have a man servant.” He chuckled.
She smiled, thrilled at his use of such an endearing term towards her. No one had ever called her something as innocently sweet as ‘sweetheart.’ She’d been called ‘baby,’ ‘hot stuff,’ ‘sexy,’ and much more embarrassing things. But ‘sweetheart’ made her actually feel innocent and almost beautiful.
Taking hold of his arm, he escorted her to the limo. Never having ridden in a limo before, she felt like a child at Christmas time. Excitement overwhelmed her as she stepped inside the vehicle. The interior was spacious and elegant, she felt as though she truly could be Cinderella on her way to a royal ball with her prince. Bristol – her imaginary prince for the evening – sat next to her, and she fancied that he sat a little closer than perhaps he should, considering the duration of their acquaintance.
Shaking her head of curls, for she had piled her nutmeg hair on top of her head tonight, she scolded herself for thinking such things of this man. True, his way of life was undoubtedly exciting. He was far too handsome for his own good, but she could not allow her mind to linger on such romantic notions toward him. The only relationship she could have with this man was a business relationship. Anything else was out of the question. Romantic relationships within business relationships usually went very wrong and destroyed more than a person’s heart.
“Is there anything I should know ahead of time about this event?” Monet asked, trying to get her mind off the man sitting next to her.
“To be honest, most of these people are a little stuffy. The fundraiser is for a children’s hospital here in town, but most of the people attending are there to donate for the prestige it will win them,” Bristol explained.
“Why would you donate to a cause as a means to look good in front of others?” Monet didn’t understand why someone would be more concerned about their own popularity as opposed to the health and well being of someone less fortunate.
Bristol shrugged. “I do it because I would not want my child to be hopelessly dying because I was too poor to pay for the care. So, I do it for the kids.” A hint of emotion tainted his voice.
“Is there anyone I should be wary of tonight?”
A look of surprise crossed his face as he looked at her. “You aren’t planning to leave me high and dry tonight, are you?”
“No.”
“Good. You’ll have to walk home if you do.” He chuckled.
She smiled and tried to state her question in a different light. “I was asking in case I get separated from you for some reason. Or so I don’t put my foot in my mouth, like I’m doing right now.” She trailed off, utterly humiliated. In trying to dig herself out of the hole she had dug, she simply dug herself in deeper.

“Don’t worry. I’m not letting you out of my sight.” Bristol patted her hand and winked.

Wednesday Romance

2011-02-23T06:00:00.000-07:00

Today's Wednesday Romance is a bit different. But I hope you will still enjoy it.

I would like to start out with a confession. (And I don't make them often, so try not to judge too harshly!)

Usually after I've read the first little bit of the story and know how its set up, I jump to the end of the book. I skim the last page. (*gasp!*) I need to know who the girl is going to end up with!

Call it dishonest, unethical, or anything else, but when I'm reading a book, I have to cheat!!! I HAVE to know what's going to happen before I get there. I don't have to know all the ins and outs and twists and turns. But I HAVE to know how it ends and that it ends WELL!!

Does that make me barbaric? My sister always use to tell me it was a terrible thing to do. Someone once said that I shouldn't ruin the surprise. And honestly, sometimes I don't. But usually, (shrug) why should I read it if it's not going to live in a happily-ever-after? And honestly, I love to surprise others, but I'm not really into being surprised myself.

Some of you, I know, disagree entirely with my logic. So you should probably stop reading NOW!!! For the rest of you (and some of you will say I'm barbaric, but you know you skim and page jump occasionally anyway) the rest of you may read to the end of this post. This is the last page of my VERY FIRST EVER novel. (Don't tell me how horrid it is. I know its rough.) Still, I bet this will intrigue you a bit. If nothing else, you'll want to know who all these people are!

Right?!

If you've read By Love or By Sea, you will recognize some of these names!

So here it is. The LAST page of From Fields to Castles. ENJOY!

“I knew the first time I saw you that you’d marry Lawry,” Jacob bragged.
Lawrence raised a keen eyebrow. “I thought you were hoping to marry her yourself.”
“Well, at least now she’ll be around so I can stare at her anytime I want.” Jacob teased earned him a light punch on the arm. He smiled down at Maggie before sweeping her into a dance.
Lawrence and Lillian had been married for about a month, and Lillian still had a difficult time feeling at home in the Palace. But she had never been happier. When they married, they had a small wedding and invited close family and friends. But tonight was a party for the kingdom to celebrate their union.
Everyone Lillian knew was here tonight, and people she had never met before too. Augustus was feeling better although the doctor told him he still needed to be careful. Grace was desperately trying to keep tabs on Caleb, who was having the time of his life hiding from his mother, chasing a little red haired kitchen girl, and eating as much food as he could. Thaddeus and Adelaide were there as well and Lillian hoped they’d find happiness together.
“I’m so happy for Jacob.” Lillian sighed. “I think perhaps now he’s found a girl who is truly worthy of him.”
Lawrence smiled. “He’s a lucky man. But I don’t think anyone could be as lucky or as happy as me. I’m dancing with the most beautiful woman in the room!”
“You flatter me!” Lillian blushed. “But that’s probably why I love you so much, my handsome prince.”
“I love you, my sweet wildflower. More than words can tell.”
His lips met hers in a passionate exchange. She was rendered blind and deaf to all around her as he wove an intoxicating spell over her with the promise of an everlasting love and endless days of dreamy kisses.

Flight of the Bumblebee on 101 Bottles!

2011-02-22T08:54:00.000-07:00

You know I was a music major in college and grew up listening to classical music. My sister sent this to me, and I really enjoyed this. On the youtube site there were a bunch of theories about where all the bottles come from and how bored these boys must have been to do all this, but I found it quite ingenious that they were able to do it! :) I hope you enjoy it!

Chicken Soup with Rice, Mint, and Lemon

2011-02-21T06:00:00.000-07:00

It's been cold here, so what better way to celebrate cold weather than with good soup?! I love this recipe. I hope you'll enjoy it!

Now before you disregard this post completely, let me say that this turned out to be one of my favorite soups. I was pleasantly surprised by it's flavor. I'm not a mint person and neither is my husband. And anyone who knows him, knows he DOES NOT like fruit with his meats. But this was VERY good and amazingly filling. I will make it again.

Prep time - 20 min.
Cook time - 50 min.

Ingredients:
2 quarts canned reduced-sodium chicken broth
1 whole chicken breast
1 large yellow onion, coarsely chopped
4 - 2 x 1/2 inch strips of lemon zest
3 sprigs fresh mint
2 sprigs parsley
1 sprig fresh thyme (or 1/4 tsp. dried thyme, crumpled)
1 clove garlic, minced
4 black peppercorns, crushed
1 cup cooked long-grain rice
1 to 2 teaspoons lemon juice
1 tsp. salt
1/4 cup chopped fresh mint

Optional garnishes (but highly recommended for color and a gourmet touch):

lemon slices
mint sprigs

Directions:
1. In a 4-quart saucepan over high heat, bring stock, chicken breast, onion, zest, mint, parsley, thyme, garlic, and peppercorns to a boil. Reduce the heat to low and simmer, covered, until chicken is tender (about 30 to 35 minutes.)

2. With a slotted spoon, transfer chicken breast to a cutting board to cool. Strain soup into a large bowl, discarding all solids.

3. Return soup to the pan, set over high heat, and boil, uncovered, until the soup has reduced slightly - about 10 minutes.

4. Meanwhile, shred the chicken. Add to soup along with rice, lemon juice, salt, and chopped mint. Heat about 2 minutes more, ladle into soup bowls, and garnish with lemon slices and mint if desired. (The lemon and mint garnish add color and are a nice touch.)

Makes 4 servings.

1 Serving: Calories 237; Total Fat 4 g; Saturated Fat 1 g; Protein 21 g; Sodium 641 mg; Cholesterol 60 mg

Love and Forgivness

2011-02-11T06:00:00.003-07:00

The month of February. During this month we think of love and happiness. Today as I stood in front of my mirror, I was thinking of these things and thought, if there was no forgiveness, there would be little love and happiness. For it is through forgiveness that we find pure love and happiness.
Now, I don’t want to get preachy on you, because if you want to be preached to, there are other places you can go. But I did want to share with you an experience I had with forgiveness.
Almost twelve years ago, I had a close friend who betrayed me. I don’t want to go into specifics. Most people would think it was really no big deal, and maybe it wouldn’t be to them. But to me, she may as well have filleted my soul. Shortly after my experience with this friend, I left home and figured I’d probably never see her again.
I was wrong, as I generally am in situations like this. There were two instances that I was thrown into mingling with this friend. She was polite, but not friendly. (This was my impression, remember. It is entirely possible that she felt as uncomfortable as I did. But then again, she may never have even realized how badly she hurt me.)
Nearly five years after my painful encounter with her, I saw her again at a party with some friends. She had just move into the area, and I knew I’d be seeing her regularly. I tried to engage her in conversation, but it felt forced and strained. I remember driving home with my husband and wishing I could be close friends with her again. I tried to think of something I could invite her to do with me so we could get reacquainted, but there was this painful nagging in my heart that she would turn on me like she’d done before.
Over the course of the next couple weeks, I thought the situation out at great length while weeding my garden. I finally decided to write a story with a girl who had been betrayed by her best friend and then reconciled with her. (Believe it or not, this is one of the origins for A Season for Love, although I’m not sure that part stayed in the story.) I found that writing it was very therapeutic and gave me time to examine my feelings and give me some closure.
About a month later, I needed to find someone to help me with a project. I was asked who I wanted, and I knew I wanted this old friend of mine to help me. I knew she would be the best (and of course, she was.) As we worked together, our friendship was renewed. I was able to forgive and forget that one incident that had defined the past five years and learn to love the girl she had grown to be. We never have spoken about the incident, and it leads me to believe that perhaps it was hard on her too. But by working together, we were able to put it behind us and become close friends again.
I hope that during this month of celebrated love and laughter that you will examine your own heart and try to heal the parts of it that are damaged. Believe me, it’s worth it!

My Favorite Sugar Cookies

2011-02-07T10:57:00.003-07:00

Some of you may know how much I love to cook. Every year I do a Valentine's Party for my girls and we decorate cookies. I always make them and hope to someday find a recipe that holds its shape well and looks good. So I did some experimenting and color coated them so I knew which recipe was which.

I love my old sugar cookie recipe, but they don't hold their shape well. I did a bunch of research, and built my own recipe. I made several batches (obviously). With some trial and error, I finally created one with the taste I love that still hold their shape. Just adding flour makes them dry and shortening isn't the same as butter. Too much heat melts the sugar too fast and flattens the cookie, so a high sugar recipe wouldn't work with high temps. (The above picture: The white is my regular recipe with extra flour. The pink is less granulated sugar, temp 400. They look great but I didn't like the flavor as well. The purple was more sugar, soda, cream of tartar and 400 temp. The blue is the recipe below with powdered sugar.)

I traded out the baking powder for some baking soda and cream of tartar. And a friend of mine told me that granulated sugar melts at a different temperature than powdered sugar. She told me it's the granulated sugar that flattens out the cookies, so I traded that straight across. So, see what you think.

Ingredients:

1 cup butter

1 1/2 cups powdered sugar

2 eggs

3 tsp. vanilla

3 1/4 cups flour

1 tsp. cream of tartar

1 tsp. baking soda

1/2 tsp. salt

Directions:

Cream butter and sugar. Beat in eggs and vanilla until fluffy. Add dry ingredients and mix well. Chill for 1 hour. Roll 1/4 inch thick on floured surface. Cut out shapes. Bake at 350 for 10-12 min. Cool completely. Frost and decorate!

If you want a variation, you could substitute 1 tsp. almond flavoring for the vanilla. Or add keep vanilla and add 1/2 tsp. nutmeg and 1 tsp. cinnamon. (Great variation for the holidays.

Frosting:

1 cup powdered sugar

2 Tblsp. milk
1/4 tsp. vanilla

1 Tblsp. butter

Directions:

Mix until smooth and not too runny.

Men vs. Women

2011-01-31T10:36:00.002-07:00

I saw this on a friend's blog! It's kind of funny! And it might be interesting to watch his entire speach. Let me know what you think!

Meg's Melody

2011-01-28T06:00:00.000-07:00

I just finished reading Meg's Melody by Kaylee Baldwin.

From the Back Cover

She paced the small confines of her bathroom as she waited the obligatory two minutes for the result. Yet, part of her sensed the truth. Not only did Austin take her self-esteem and plans for happiness, but he also took her get-out-of-this-marriage-free card.

The plus sign glared at Meg from the white plastic frame of the pregnancy test. The test fell from her hands and clattered into the bathtub as Meg’s back slid against the wall until she reached the floor.

“I’m pregnant,” she said into the quiet.

Meg never imagined she'd end up like this. With nowhere else to turn, she's forced to rely on the family she pushed away, the church she abandoned, and an unexpected friendship to help her find her forgotten melody. Meanwhile Matt is still mourning the loss of his wife. But determined to keep things together for his daughter's sake, he decides starting over in a new place might be just what his family needs.

This touching story combines romance with redemption and real conflict to remind you it's never too late to find joy. Kaylee Baldwin's capable hand renders a sincere, heartfelt story of rediscovery and hope. Perfect for romantics of all ages, this book will captivate your heart and rekindle your belief in the magic of music.

My Thoughts:

I read this for Kaylee two summers ago and was thrilled to get to read this again. I was eager to see the changes she made and see what kinds of things she kept the same. I was very impressed all around! Kaylee's characters are realistic, and it was fun getting to know them. I LOVE the romance in this book. Not because of all the kissing (although there's some of that too) but because of the journeys the characters take to get them to where they care for each other. It is very sweet.

Now, this is an LDS novel, and normally I wouldn't read something like this. However, I felt like the religious aspect was part of the characters path to recovery, and it was not delivered in a pushy and obnoxious way. I found it tastefully done.

So basically, you have Meg, who finds out she's pregnant after her husband leaves and she must deal with her pregnancy and the betrayal of her husband. You have Matt, who is a single father and still mourning his wife's death. They are thrown together and they help each other heal and grow stronger. Their friendship is refreshing and Matt is the kind of guy every girl wants!

If you'd like to know more about Kaylee Baldwin and Meg's Melody, visit her blog!

Pemberly Ranch

2011-01-24T14:05:00.003-07:00

There was a contest on The Bookaholics and I won!!! I just got the book prize today!

Pemberly Ranch by Jack Caldwell.

I'm SO excited to read it!! So, if you're interested in it, or would like to read it along with me, here is a little synopsis.

Back Cover:
When the smoke has cleared from the battlefields and the civil war has finally ended, fervent Union supporter Beth Bennet reluctantly moves with her family from their home in Meryton, Ohio, to the windswept plains of Rosings, Texas. Handsome, haughty Will Darcy, a Confederate officer back from the war, owns half the land around Rosings, and his even haughtier cousin, Cate Burroughs, owns the other half.

In a town as small as Rosings, Beth and Will inevitably cross paths. But as Will becomes enchanted with the fiery Yankee, Beth won't allow herself to warm to the man who represents the one thing she hates most: the army that killed her only brother.

But when carpetbagger George Whitehead arrives in Rosings, all that Beth thought to be true is turned on its head, and the only man who can save her home is the one she swore she'd never trust...

"It's Pride and Prejudice meets Gone with the Wind-with that kind of romance and excitement."
-Sharon Lathan, bestselling author of In the Arms of Mr. Darcy