I have a new addiction. Pinterest. O.M.G. I could–and have–spent hours on that sight.
Never been? Well, let me explain. Pinterest is your own, online, bulletin boards. You can create any sort of board. Options are endless. For instance, I have bulletin boards relating to recipes, quotes, ideas for an upcoming kitchen remodel, bling bling (jewelry I want but probably can’t afford), fun stuff… The list can go on and on.
The idea is if you stumble upon something on the internet that you like, you click the “pin it” link on your favorites bar in your browser. It will pin that page to the bulletin board of your choice.
Now, this is where it gets interesting. You can “follow” other pinners. So, say you find someone who has the same taste as you, then you follow them and you “repin” things they’ve pinned that interest you. Or you follow other friends. Apparently you can set up your account so other pinners can pin things to your boards that they think you might be interested in. I have yet to figure this part out.
Now do you see why I’m addicted?
Websites are starting to get on the bandwagon too. They are now adding “Pin it” buttons to their pages which makes it even easier to pin something to your boards.
Ay, yi yi.
So, have you discovered Pinterest yet? And if so, what’s the most interesting thing you’ve pinned?
Happy Saturday to everyone! Here’s hoping your weekend is off to a great start. Today’s sample is from Her Dark Knight, a paranormal romance. Enjoy!
“You are needed here.” Michael’s expression softened, as if he felt his patient’s pain and longing. “You are charged with protecting the treasure for all
“Nay.” Nay. He did not want this.
“If the treasure is discovered by the wrong people, there will be war as we have never seen, pestilence and death. Everything as you know it will be gone.”
“You are speaking of the Apocalypse?”
Michael did not answer. His silence was answer enough.
He would not accept that he was the only man standing between life and the end of the world. The only man for the rest of eternity? Nay.
“You will encounter those who want to take the treasure from you, who will do anything to have it. You alone know where it is buried, but only the key
can break the seals.”
“What is this key you speak of?”
“You will know when you find it.”
He shook his pounding head. “You speak in riddles again.”
Michael lowered himself to one knee and folded battle-scarred hands over his bent leg. “The key will reveal itself in time. For now you need to protect the treasure. You have been given eternal life to do so. Death cannot claim you.”
He stared at his rescuer turned jailor, anger and desperation and defeat churning inside him. “You lied.”
Its that time of the week again! Cutting room floor. This is the time I invite authors to post those darlings that didn’t make it into their wips but for whatever reason they’re unable (unwilling?) to delete those words entirely. I have to admit, I have pages and pages of cut scenes and lines that I simply can’t part with (Her Dark Knight has 85 pages alone!)
So here’s mine from The Notorious Lady Jane, my pirate historical (not sold yet):
He turned away from the window and limped toward the library where Isabelle and Morgan had been sequestered all morning since the rain kept everyone from the ships’ repairs.
Her voice drove him forward. The soft murmur that haunted his dreams in the middle of the night propelled him toward her. He couldn’t understand the words but it didn’t matter. Her voice alone was enough.
Pausing at the closed door, he pressed his hand to it. By opening the door and stepping in he would turn his back on everything he knew, everything he was, everything he’d hoped to be. He couldn’t fool himself into believing otherwise. Was it worth it? Could he do it?
He closed his eyes, so tempted to turn around. The lure of walking out of the house and never looking back was potent, but not overwhelming. He was being lured to the dark side and was powerless to stop it.
I’m not gonna lie, I can’t wait for this movie to come out this Friday. I’ve read all of the numbered books and a few of the between-the-numbers books. But it took a lot of convincing to get me to read them. I’m not a fan of first person. I like to read multiple point of views and so I held off on this series until my then critique partner told me I had to read them. Oh. My.
That summer I read all of them. I think at the time there were thirteen or fourteen . Yup–read them all in one summer. As soon as I put one down , I picked the other up .
So, the big question is: Ranger or Joe?
I’m a Ranger fan myself. Oh, I know, Joe is the stable one, the one you bring home to dinner at your parents.
Oh, my ::fanning face::. Ranger is the bad boy, the exciting one, the dark and mysterious one. Joe is the one you settle down with AFTER playing with Ranger. I mean, come on, who else thinks Ranger’s, “Babe” is sexy as hell?
Janet Evanovich is brilliant. As a romance author I strive to strike a balance with my hero–bad boy with a soft, inner core. A bad boy that a woman can eventually tame and turn into that stable man we all want. Janet threw all that out the window. Instead she created two heroes–the light and the dark, the bad and the good. Its what keeps us reading–who will Stephanie choose?
Happy Sunday! Welcome to Six Sentence Sunday where a bunch of very talented authors get together and post six sentences from either a current work-in-progress or something already published. My six sentences are from my current wip–a contemporary Knights Templar story.
“You summoned?” Julian leaned a heavily muscled shoulder against a tree and looked down at the toes of his boots as if the dirt caked there was more important than being called by the two most powerful angels. He lifted his head to pierce Michael with a green-eyed stare of impertinence.
Michael’s glare seemed to amuse the Templar, and the more amused Julian became, the more ferocious Michael’s look.
“We need your help,” Gabriel said, intervening before swords clashed—which they were wont to do on occasion.
Julian’s brow rose but he didn’t take his gaze off Michael.
Happy Saturday, everyone!!! Today’s Sweet Saturday Sample is from my historical romance, The Notorious Lady Jane. Lady Jane has a choice to make, one that will change the course of her life and possibly the destiny she’d always thought was for her:
Had she turned so cold and hard she would throw a good man’s life away for her own dreams?
Sweat beaded on her brow, but not Parker’s. He watched her with a calmness she’d never seen in a man so close to death. And she’d seen many men close—men who cried and begged, who cursed and wet themselves.
Her gaze went to the paper. Dark smudges of dirt marred its once pristine surface. Like her. She was once pristine, but now her soul was layered in filth.
Revenge? Or Reed Parker’s life? God help her, she didn’t know.
She craved her revenge. But she didn’t want the guilt of an honorable man’s soul resting on her shoulders. Her lips tingled with their remembered kiss. Her first kiss and likely her only. Not many men wanted to kiss her, afraid of what she would do to them if they attempted.
She could choose the paper and fear the wrath of Kenmar and the others who placed Parker on the Pride. She could choose the paper and continue her mission without delay.