Today is Six Sentence Sunday which means a group of authors post six sentences they’ve written. My six sentences are from my paranormal historical Wherever You Are. Enjoy and if you want to read other great authors, click here.
“You running from something?”
“It’s the reason most people stow away though I have to admit, you’re my first female stowaway.”
Her instincts told her to keep her time-traveling a secret. They probably didn’t burn people as witches anymore but she’d keep quiet all the same. Better to go with the stowaway story until she got her bearings.
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Today is Sweet Saturday Samples when authors from all genres get together and post a sweet sample of their writing on their blogs. My sample is from my romantic suspense, Deception. Enjoy! And if you want to check out other authors’ samples, click here.
Her eyes narrowed but he kept going, hoping if he talked enough, the right words would come. “I don’t deserve your trust. I know that. I accept that. But what happened at your house, it’s not good. My boss is after me for reasons I can’t even begin to figure out. She’s…” How to describe Suzanne?
“She’s powerful. I’d feel better if you came with me. So I can protect you.”
An incredulous look crossed her face and he held up his hand, needing to say his piece. “I know I haven’t done a good job of that so far, but I can do it. It’s what I’m trained for. Come with me, please.” His voice cracked on the please. He didn’t want to leave her behind, and if she didn’t voluntarily decide to come with him, he honestly had no idea what he would do.
“Why don’t you call the police?” she asked.
“Because this is beyond the police.”
“No one’s that powerful, except maybe the president of the United States.”
He kept his mouth shut and Kate’s eyes went a little wider. “Are you saying the president of the United States is after you?”
“No.” But close.
She glanced uncertainly at the parking lot attendants, biting her bottom lip once again. “If I don’t go with you, what will you do? Where will you go?”
“It’s probably best you don’t know that.”
“What will happen to me?”
He didn’t know how to answer that question without scaring her, then decided maybe a little bit of fear would help his situation. “I don’t know, Kate. Someone tried to kill me back there and he wouldn’t have left you alive as a witness. The only thing I can guarantee is that you’ll be safer with me than without me.” He paused. “I need to know. Are you coming or not?”
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I used to be a big fan of Lori Foster but I sort of got away from her books for awhile. Looking back, I’m not sure why. I came across When You Dare and what intrigued me and ultimately made me pick the book up and read it was the premise of a bodyguard protecting the heroine. I’m a sucker for such stories.
And as always, Ms. Foster delivered the goods on this one. I absolutely loved Dare. He’s strong, smart and yet I absolutely loved the softer part of him.
Molly, the heroine, was also strong and smart. A good counter-balance to Dare. In no way did she cower from him or let him walk all over her. I’d read a few reviews of this book where the reviewer wasn’t all that enamored of Molly and I can see why they thought that. Molly is a big-time author and whenever she talked about her books and career, I always pictured Ms. Foster instead of Molly. But in the end it all worked for me.
If you love hot, hunky guys and plenty of suspense and action, this is the story for you. I’m definitely going to pick up Trace’s book, Trace of Fever, and Alani’s story (who appears in When You Dare), Savor the Danger.
Blurb for When You Dare:
Professional mercenary Dare Macintosh lives by one hard and fast rule: business should never be personal. If a cause appeals to him and the price is right, he’ll take the mission he’s offered. But then the lovely Molly Alexander asks him to help her track down the men who’d had her kidnapped—and for the first time, Dare’s tempted to combine work with pleasure.
Fiercely independent, Molly vows to trust no one until she’s uncovered the truth. Could the enemy be her powerful, estranged father? The ex-fiancé who still holds a grudge? Or the not-so-shy fan of her bestselling novels? As the danger heats up around them, the only anchor Molly has is Dare himself. But what she feels for him just might be the most frightening thing of all…
Today I am at Beyond the Veil talking about November, Turkeys and NaNoWriMo. Come visit me and leave a comment.
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Madelaine Alexander is on a mission. When her boss sends her to the hottest nightclub in town to meet with the owner, she won’t be deterred, even if that means standing in line for fifty-eight minutes in torturous heels while she’d rather be home in her pj’s with a bowl of popcorn.
A Knight of the Templar, Christien Chevalier was given immortality along with the responsibility of protecting the treasure of the Templars. He’s been unwavering in his task for centuries until his one true love—who died seven hundred years ago—shows up in his club, demanding his attention.
Christien couldn’t protect Madelaine when they first fell in love. She was married to a lord and he was simply a knight. Now, through some unknown miracle, she stands before him again and they have a second chance. But Christien fears that Madelaine is being used as a pawn in a dangerous game, a game of good versus evil that could affect all of mankind…
It’s Monday already? What happened to the weekend and how is it that I’m already behind?
3,000 words behind to be precise. By now I should almost be at 10,000 words on my NaNoWriMo project but I’m at a mere 6,000+. Ugh!
But, this is a business, and therefore other things, other writing, must take priority. Like stories that are this close to being finished and ready to ship off to my editor.
I’m not yet willing to throw in the towel and call it quits, but I’m beginning to realize that I might not make my 50,000 word goal. Or maybe I will. Who knows what November has in store for me.
I hope everyone else is having better luck than I am this year, but I’m not all that sad. Writing something, anything, is better than not writing at all.
Time for Six Sentence Sunday where authors post six sentences of their writing. This is from my November 28th release, Her Dark Knight. Enjoy! And if you want to read other’s six sentences, go to Six Sentence Sunday to find some more fabulous authors.
When time held no meaning, seasons were inconsequential. He’d lived through hundreds of them but today he could feel spring in the air. The breeze was warm upon his
face. The sun seemed brighter. He was aware that this new appreciation had nothing to do with Mother Nature but rather Madelaine at his side.
Welcome to Sweet Saturday Samples where authors post excerpts of their writing. My excerpt is from my romantic suspense, Redemption. Enjoy! And if you want to find more excerpts from some fabulous authors, click this link –> Sweet Saturday Samples.
Absently rubbing his aching thigh, he once again tried to put the pieces together. But instead his brain chose to think of the fire shooting from Hope’s eyes as they left Daniel Webster’s house. Damn but that spurt of life inside her had done something to him. Didn’t matter that he was the target of her anger, he’d been fascinated. Until he listened to what she was saying.
Hell, he knew he was scared. No big secret there. But when she oh-so kindly told him what he was scared of, he’d about run off the road. His feelings? Impossible. He didn’t have any feelings. Hadn’t felt anything worthwhile since Peru. So to be afraid of something he didn’t even feel—well, that was just ridiculous.
Your problem is you have too many feelings and you don’t know what to do with them, so you shove them behind that granite wall you’ve erected around your heart.
That granite wall gave a loud crack, bits and pieces of it falling away, revealing what lay beneath. No, Hope Stewart had been wrong. There was no heart behind that wall. Nothing but a black hole where a heart once beat strong and sure. Before Peru. Before Angelina.
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Today starts NaNoWriMo–National Novel Writing Month. What that means is that a bunch of crazy writers get together and try to write a 50,000 word book in thirty days. That’s 1600 words a day–if you write every. Single. Day. Which, of course, most normal people can’t do because most of us have another job and families that demand our attention and groceries that need to be bought. Not to mention that Thanksgiving thing that’s the end of November. So really we’re looking at more than 1600 words a day if you can’t write every day.
So why would I
torture do this to myself? Because for the better part of a year I’ve been revising and rewriting. Because sometimes I need to get back to my roots, so to speak, to write dirty, as the saying goes. Sometimes it’s nice to not have to worry about passive verbs or all the rules that clutter a writer’s life. Sometimes its nice to just be creative.
I’m not fooling myself. I know at the end of the month I’ll have a manuscript that will need some revising and rewriting, but I’ll have the entire story down and that’s what’s important.
So wish me luck, because the next
30 29 days will be crazy!
ps- If you look in my sidebar you’ll see a wordcounter that will keep track of my progress.
pps- For all you writers out there, my NaNo name is sharoncullen if you want to friend me.
So my last blog didn’t work. Neither did the one before that. They say “third times a charm” so here we go again. Please be patient. NaNoWriMo started today and I’m in the middle of editing another piece. I had all of my blog posts scheduled and now I have to rewrite them. Gah! But I’m determined to beat WordPress at its own game. I will succeed! LOL. Yes, too much Halloween candy.
I’m in the process of redesigning this site. It will be beautiful when I’m finished. I promise.
Thank you for your patience,