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Six Sentence Sunday ~ February 12

2012-02-11T21:00:00.001-08:00

Hello, everyone, and welcome to Six Sentence Sunday for February 12th. You probably know the scoop, but just in case...the gist is to post six sentences (no more, no less) as a sample of a work, whether published, in progress, whatever. I'm continuing again with Surrender to Sanctuary, David and Anna's first kiss. Hope you enjoy!

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David's lips were soft—searching, not demanding—and he dropped the pose to wrap both arms around her, pull her even closer, his hands on her back and lower, kneading flesh through the layer of clothing that felt suddenly itchy and coarse. She flushed again, her entire body thrumming with an aching heat, and opened her mouth to his.

His breathing hitched, and when he shifted once more, entwining their legs, and angled his head to take the kiss deeper, slower, her senses swelled and tumbled. She was tingling, head to toes, and enveloped in his scent of musk and laundry detergent. His hands were in her hair, his thumbs stroking along her jaw. She couldn’t breathe, and when she raised on her toes and linked her arms around his neck to press closer, he slid a hand under her shirt.

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Six Sentence Sunday ~ February 5

2012-02-04T21:00:00.000-08:00

Hello and welcome to the first Six Sentence Sunday of February! I've been posting bits and pieces of my 2010 release, Surrender to Sanctuary, excerpts that show the growing relationship between my hero (David) and heroine (Anna). Last week Anna thought David might kiss her. This week (a day or so later in story time) David is trying to convince Anna (in his very male way) not to put herself in danger, and...well, read on.

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It was a minute before she could speak over the pounding of her heart. "You're trying to scare me, but it's not working. I'm not afraid of you, David."

"Yeah, well you should be." He groaned, a sound that came from somewhere deep inside, and his hands gentled, at her wrists, her face. "What the hell," he said under his breath just as his lips came down on hers.
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Six Sentence Sunday ~ January 29

2012-01-28T17:33:00.000-08:00

It's that time of the week again! It's Six Sentence Sunday when we share snippets (exactly six sentences) of a story. I've been posting bits and pieces of my romantic suspense Surrender to Sanctuary, which tells the story FBI agents Anna Parker and David Owens who are compelled into undercover roles in a BDSM club to stop a vicious killer.This week I'd like to post more about their growing attraction for each other.
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Anna slipped inside, laid her palms against the smooth wood door panel, and waited. He hadn't yet moved from the other side. Her senses hummed, attuned to his, until she heard another sigh, then footsteps leading him across the hall to his own room.

She exhaled the breath she'd been holding and opened her eyes. Her heart was racing, caught in a spell that he'd woven only moments before when he let his gaze drift over her face to her mouth. As if he were going to kiss her.
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Six Sentence Sunday ~ January 22

2012-01-22T04:26:00.000-08:00

Good morning and happy Six Sentence Sunday to all! If you're new to this game, it's where authors get to share six sentences from a story. The book/story doesn't have to be currently published, but the selection must be exactly six sentences.

I'd like to continue this week with romantic suspense Surrender to Sanctuary, which tells the story of FBI Agents Anna Parker and David Owens who go under cover in a BDSM club to solve a murder. This week's six takes a peek at their growing interest in each other. Hope you enjoy!

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His eyes, so brilliantly blue in this late evening light, were laughing. Behind him, the sun was setting, and flowers planted around the yard--shades of purple and lavender, red and pink, white and yellow--were beginning to close, ready to rest for the night. Lights had come on around the perimeter of the pool and from under the surface, glowing white in the turquoise depths.

It was seductive--the peace of the surroundings, the ease of the company--and even though she knew she'd regret it, she took his bait. Nipping the meat off his fork, she sucked it between her lips. His mouth fell open, and a breath hissed between his teeth.

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Six Sentence Sunday ~ January 15

2012-01-14T20:00:00.000-08:00

Welcome back to Six Sentence Sunday! This week I'm continuing with sections from my romantic suspense, Surrender to Sanctuary, which tells the story of FBI agents Anna Parker and David Owens who go under cover in an adult (BDSM) club to solve a murder.

Last week we saw David Owens taking a peek at Anna's physical attributes. This week, I'd like to share Anna's first good inspection of David. She's trying to be a professional, trying not to let his good looks get in the way of her focus on the case. But sometimes things are just easier said than done...

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Objectivity was difficult, though, when the man in question was as legendary for his conquests in the bedroom as he was for his successes in the field. Even so, she had to admit, a woman would have to be frozen, or dead, not to be attracted.

Tall and muscular, but not grotesquely so, he had the kind of body that would class up a tuxedo and a face that could have been sketched by the ad people on Madison Avenue. Dark, nearly curly hair waved at his temples and curled just over the edge of his jacket, begging for some helpless woman to run her fingers through in a moment of sensual abandon.

It was a good look, she decided, one that fit the Casanova reputation, at least according to the women she’d overheard giggling in the ladies’ room a few months back. They’d claimed his eyes turned bluer when he was…in the act.

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Six Sentence Sunday ~ January 8

2012-01-07T18:00:00.000-08:00

Good morning, all, and welcome to my first Six Sentence Sunday of 2012! I hope everyone had a wonderful holiday season. I took a few weeks off to do some blog hopping, but I'm excited to be sharing my stories with you once more.

This week's selection is from my 2010 release, Surrender to Sanctuary, which tells the story of FBI Agents Anna Parker and David Owens who go under cover in an adult club to solve a murder at the Jersey Shore. David is less than thrilled at being called into the case, and at the idea of having a partner, especially Anna Parker was known among the male population as all-business "Anna Arctica." This scene takes place only hours after they meet as they're boarding a plane from D.C. to Jersey. I hope you enjoy!

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They were seated together, and after they stowed their bags overhead, he stepped aside so she could get to the window seat. She brushed past him, dragging the scent in her wake that reminded him of a cool glass of lemonade. He gave a quick swallow, tasting it in his mind, as he dropped into his seat and angled his knees toward the aisle for some leg room. She was still standing, fussing with her skirt. A single glance in that direction confirmed for him that Agent Parker did indeed have a tight ass.

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As always, I hope you enjoyed these six! If you'd like to read more from Surrender to Sanctuary, click here.

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New Year Blog Hop - Winners!

2012-01-05T16:59:00.000-08:00

Congratulations to Miho Li, winner of my New Year Blog Hop! Milo will receive copies of Surrender to Sanctuary and Adrienne's Ghost. (Miho, I've sent you a separate e-mail. If you don't receive it, please contact me directly at leah(at)leahstjames(dot)com.)

Congratulations as well to our "hop's" grand prize winners...

The KINDLE FIRE was won by Lilaz (Malia Mallory's site)
The $80 Amazon Gift Card went to June (VK Syke's site)

Again I want to thank everyone for stopping by. I had a terrific time, and I hope you did too!

New Year Blog Hop - My Favorite Memory

2012-01-03T18:19:00.000-08:00

Hello and welcome to the 2012 New Year Blog Hop! I'm thrilled to be part of this group of authors and reviewers who are sharing favorite memories and traditions of ringing in the new year. I'll be giving away a copy of my 2010 release Surrender to Sanctuary, and a copy of my recently released e-book novella, Adrienne's Ghost (random drawing, one winner drawn). Please leave a comment (with your e-mail address) to enter.

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I've never been one of those people who goes out partying on New Year's Eve. Maybe I spent too many years as a child watching the ball drop in Times Square...too many hours watching a million-plus people standing in the frigid cold while chaos reigned around them...and nary a restroom in sight! (I mean, what do those people do for hour after hour, and nowhere to take a potty break? The thought terrifies me! <grin>)

This tradition (of having no tradition) continued when I married my husband, and especially after our boys were born. We typically spent quiet evenings at home, with a bottle of champagne that we'd share after putting the kids to bed. As much as I enjoyed those evenings, in the back of my mind I longed for just a little excitement. Something fun to do...in close proximity to a bathroom!

I got my wish by the time the kids were in school. We had become close friends with some like-minded parents who invited us to gather at their house each year. Their home was warm and welcoming, decorated for Christmas with twinkling lights, scented candles and a stunning tree that reached the ceiling. While the parents played cards and chatted, the kids (about a half a dozen boys and one lone, very brave girl) would retreat to the family room and play video games. Food was delicious and plentiful, and the time passed quickly until the countdown to midnight began. Then we'd all gather in the living room, and when the ball (whose progress we'd monitor on the TV, of course!) dropped, we'd pop the champagne and toast each other.

After exchanging hugs all around, we'd go back to our activities (the kids to their video games, the adults to their cards), more food would be brought to the already groaning table, and eventually we'd head home, sometime between 2 and 3 a.m. At least that's what usually happened.

But one year, about seven or eight years ago, one of the boys, now in his mid-teens, had gone through an enormous growth spurt over the previous summer and fall. By New Year's Eve, he'd reached a height of six feet plus, and a weight of over 200 pounds, and decided to impress the gathered guests with newly discovered brawn. He'd been verbally sparring with our host earlier in the evening, claiming he could pin him (wrestling), a claim which our host laughed off. That wasn't odd; the two had spent a lot of time together in Boy Scouts, and our host had mentored this boy in several areas, so their relationship was close, and I often heard them in spirited discussions. I think that's what gave the boy the courage to do what he did.

It happened just at the stroke of midnight, as the assembled guests strained the limits of the living room, glasses raised in toast to the new year. This boy-man chose that exact moment of distraction to test his theory and launched himself onto our host's back. One of them must have shouted, because we turned as one toward the sound to see the boy-man draped over our host who, somehow, managed to remain upright with this weight on his back, while still holding a full glass of champagne (and never spilling a drop!). Time stopped for a split second while we (the bystanders) sucked in a collective gasp. Then my husband grabbed the host's glass, freeing his hands, and the two began grappling like two kids in a schoolyard.

Their bodies crashed to the floor and rolled toward the tree. We gasped again, and the hostess rushed to move furniture from their path of potential destruction. They struggled some more, grunting and straining, while the rest of us watched, transfixed, half horrified and half wondering just what consequences would befall this boy. Then our host, a man who'd been a star football player in high school, offense and defense, lifted this giant of a "boy" from him, dropped him to the floor, grabbed his arms behind his back, leaned his forearm (and all his weight) into the boy and said, "Now THAT'S how you pin someone."

We still talk about that night, laughing a bit but mostly thankful that no one got hurt, thankful there was no damage, to man, boy...or tree!. But I think it was awhile before our host turned his back on that kid again!

What is your favorite New Year memory? Leave a comment to be entered into my drawing. And check out all the blogs. The more comments you leave, the better your chances to win one of the grand prizes: a KINDLE FIRE and an Amazon gift card for $80!

Holiday Blog Hopping ~ And the Winners Are

2011-12-26T11:08:00.000-08:00

Thanks so much to everyone for entering my contest for one of the ten copies of Adrienne's Ghost, a $25 Amazon gift certificate, and entry into the Blog Hop's grand prize of a Kindle Fire.

After a completely impartial and random selection process (implemented by my husband and son), I'm thrilled to announce the following readers have won a copy of Adrienne's Ghost.

Sharon
SandyG265
Shadow_Kohler
Jesse
Kathryn
Stephanie Abbott
Teressa Oliver
Heather Cox
Meghan Page
TheresJustLife

Sharon is also the winner of the $25 Amazon Gift Certificate!

I'm in the process of contacting winners individually, but if you see this first, please send me a note to leah(at)leahstjames(dot)com.

Thanks again to everyone who joined us on this blog hop. Congratulations to all our winners. I've had a great time, and I hope everyone else has as well.
Happy New Year!

Merry Christmas!

2011-12-25T04:19:00.000-08:00

Well, it's just after 7 a.m. on the East Coast of the U.S. My husband and I are up and about already, excited to start celebrating. Our "kids" (ages 27 and 23) are still fast asleep. We're making as much noise as we can to wake them "accidentally." So far no luck. :-)

We've been talking about favorites through this blog hop, and I couldn't let the event pass without sharing my favorite Christmas cartoon, and my favorite clip from that cartoon...

I'd love to hear what your favorites are.

Today is the last day of the Holiday Blog Hop, and the last day to enter the drawing for a copy of my paranormal romance novella Adrienne's Ghost (will be giving a total of 10). One of those 10 will win my "grand prize" of a $25 Amazon gift certificate, and all of my winners will be entered into the Holiday Blog Hop's contest for the super grand prize, a KINDLE FIRE!

If you'd rather not leave a comment, please send me an e-mail (leah@leahstjames.com) and let me know you'd like to enter.

Wishing you and yours a day blessed with joy, love and laughter.

Merry Christmas!

Holiday Blog Hopping - Did you open any gifts yet?

2011-12-22T02:53:00.000-08:00

If you celebrate Hanukkah, chances are you've opened at least one Hanukkah gift by now. But if you celebrate Christmas, you might be watching a growing pile of gifts under your tree, waiting for a chance to dig in. :-)

When I was growing up, we didn't open any gifts, not one, until Christmas morning. (Santa doesn't come until after midnight after all!) Typical children, my sister and I would wake our mother and grandmother around 5 or 6 a.m. (Actually, I remember waking Mom at 3 or 4 a.m. one year...she did send us back to bed.) I don't remember there being a lot of gift exchanging in school or at church or Girl Scouts, or anything like that, so we really did have to wait until Christmas morning for our new "stuff."

As I got older, though, things started to change. I was 19 when I met my husband and spent my first Christmas with his family. How shocked was I to find out I was dating a man whose family opened their gifts on Christmas Eve! Even worse was their custom to put all the opened gifts under the tree and wait until after New Year's Day to use any of them!

I'm sorry, but that's going too far...way too far! Why open them early and leave them sitting there for more than a week?! I didn't get it, and as soon as we married, that tradition changed. Not only do we (my husband and I and our kids) wait until Christmas morning to open our gifts, but we have no rules about waiting to use our new gifts. Once it's out of its wrapping, a gift is fair game. In fact, I opened two lovely gifts from co-workers this week, have already worn one and plan to wear the other one either today or tomorrow! Life is too short to waste it looking at your gifts! Am I right? :-)

What about your and your families? Are you gift watchers, content to savor what you received for awhile? Or are you like me, ready to dive in and put those gifts to immediate use?

Leave a comment to be entered into the drawing for a copy of my paranormal romance novella Adrienne's Ghost (I'll give out a total of 10). One of those 10 will win my "grand prize" of a $25 Amazon gift certificate, and all of my winners will be entered into the Holiday Blog Hop's contest for the super grand prize, a KINDLE FIRE!

If you'd rather not leave a comment, please send me an e-mail (leah@leahstjames.com) and let me know you'd like to enter.

Thanks for stopping by the Holiday Blog Hop!

Holiday Blog Hopping ... and Disappearing Days!

2011-12-19T04:20:00.000-08:00

A terrible thing happened this morning when I got up. I looked at the calendar.

That's "terrible" because I saw the date and realized I'd done it again. I'd lost whole days, maybe weeks, into some vacuum of space time continuum, or something...whatever it is that makes time simply disappear!

Somehow in my brain, days pass, but not dates. I know that's probably a difficult distinction for many of you to grasp, but it's a common problem with me. I can't keep track of dates! (I remember dates, like birthdays, just not when they're "up" on the calendar!)

I blame a job I had about 20 years ago for this mental deficiency. I was working for one of the federal agencies, managing a program that recognized employees for length of service. They got small tokens (and I do mean small) for 10, 20, 30 years of service, etc., and it was my job to monitor those names and make sure the employees were duly recognized at the appropriate time. As a necessity, I was always working six months in advance.

Well, ever since then, dates are just a quasi-meaningless jumble in my head! I go to write a check, and my hand freezes on the date line. If it's December, I start to write June or July. (See? Six months ahead!)

Why do I bring this up now, while we're Holiday Hopping? Because I just realized it's December 19th! Less than a week from Christmas and I still have gifts to buy for about six people who are very special in my life. That's not enough time! Especially considering I don't have a clue what to get them. And several of them live hundreds of miles away! (I hate when I do this!)

I know I'm not the only person who waits until it's almost too late. How about you? Will you be scouring the pick-over shelves with me over the next few days, or do you have a stash of already wrapped gifts in some corner, ready to grab and distribute when needed? (You can tell me! I promise, I won't hold it against you! My own wonderful older sister falls into the latter category!)

Leave a comment to be entered into the drawing for a copy of Adrienne's Ghost (I'll give out a total of 10). One of those ten will win my "grand prize" of a $25 Amazon gift certificate, and all of my winners will be entered into the Holiday Blog Hop's contest for the super grand prize, a KINDLE FIRE!

If you'd rather not leave a comment, please send me an e-mail (leah@leahstjames.com) and let me know you'd like to enter.

Happy December 19th, everyone!

Holiday Blog Hopping ... and Busy, Busy, Busy!

2011-12-17T04:59:00.000-08:00

Today is the third day of our Holiday Blog Hop, and it's Saturday! For many of us who work Monday through Friday, this is one of two days out of the week to get all those pesky errands done (shopping, cleaning). And this time of year we add all our holiday activities on top of it...like extra shopping. How many of us buy gifts not just for family but for teachers and coaches and babysitters and hairdressers, for grab bags and gift exchanges...and the list goes on. It can be overwhelming! Then there are the parties and activities--choral and band/orchestra events, plays and pageants, special holiday parties at work and other organizations. (I'm exhausting myself just writing about it all!)

Just when I start to let the inner grump in me come out over all this busy-ness, I realize it's these activities that, in part, make this a special time of year for many in our culture. And even when I'm most stressed out, I know there are some events that bring me back to the center, to the reason I celebrate "the holidays."

When I was a little girl, our church held a candlelight carol service every year, where all the choirs, from youth to adult, participated. We all processed down the big center aisle in our robes, carrying candles (battery-operated for the little ones), singing one of the traditional carols. The smallest children were at the rear, and I remember looking at that line ahead of me, thinking it went on forever, and how special, and honored, I felt to be part of the celebration.

Just remembering those services brings that feeling of "specialness" back in my mind, and for a moment I can exhale.

Do you (or did you) attend or participate in any special holiday events that bring you back to your center? If so, I'd love to hear about them!

Either leave a comment on this blog, or send me e-mail (leah@leahstjames.com) to enter the contest for a copy of Adrienne's Ghost (10 to be given) and a $25 Amazon gift certificate. I'll pass on the name of my winners for entry into the Holiday Blog Hop's contest for the super grand prize, a KINDLE FIRE!

Good luck, everyone...and happy holiday hopping!

Holiday Blog Hopping ... and Food!

2011-12-16T03:11:00.000-08:00

Thanks to everyone who either stopped by or left a comment yesterday. I love hearing what other people think. :-) Winners to my contest will be announced on December 26.

As I might have mentioned, I've decided to talk about holiday themes throughout this event. Yesterday's topic was favorite holiday music. Normally I would have been spending a good deal of time yesterday thinking about what to write about next, but we were having a luncheon at my day job and everyone brought in their favorite dishes and desserts. I over-indulged a bit and went home quite full, to the point where I told my husband I wasn't going to eat dinner, he was on his own. As a peace offering, though, I did bring home a few pieces of one of the cakes (marble with chocolate mousse filling and really good butter cream icing...not that thick stuff that makes me think I'm eating pure lard! So yummy). At least I intended the cake to be for him....sorry, honey! :-)

I did manage to not eat dinner but my growling stomach woke me around 2 a.m., which got me to thinking about food. It finally occurred to me—that's a great topic for the holiday blog hop . . . favorite holiday foods!

In my house, it's not Christmas until I bake a giant batch of my husband's grandmother's Christmas Cookies. Grandma Rose was a tough German lady with a heart of gold. Every year she'd go into a baking frenzy at the holidays—fruitcake (yes, the real, home-made stuff), and all sorts of cookies, including this one that reminded me more of sweet biscuits than cookies. I'm not sure what the real name is; we only know them as "Christmas Cookies," probably because that's the only time of year she made them.

There are only a few ingredients, all simple staples from the cupboard, except for one—baker's ammonia. In Grandma Rose's heyday, it was called Hartshorne and was procured at the local drugstore because of the "ammonia" component. One year Grandma had shared this recipe with a friend who in turn made it for her family. When the friend's husband accused her of trying to poison him (with ammonia), Grandma had to go to court to testify on her friend's behalf. (I've always wondered what happened to that couple!)

If you'd like to try making them yourself, here is the recipe:

Ingredients

3 cups sugar

6 eggs

1 cup butter (softened)

1/2 cup milk

1-1/2 teaspoons baker's ammonia (or a "lump"

about the size of a quarter, in Grandma's day)

Flour – about 4 pounds

* Combine sugar with softened butter until well blended

* Add eggs, mix well

* Warm the milk in microwave to warm/hot (not scalding)

* Dissolve the baker's ammonia in the warm milk

*Add the milk mixture to the rest, mix well

*Add flour, a little at a time, until it doesn't stick to the hands or rolling pin

* Roll dough between 1/8 and 1/4 inch thick (depending on preferences) and cut with cookie cutters

* Bake on ungreased cookie sheet at 350° about 8 minutes, or until light gold in color

* Cool and enjoy!

What are your family's must-have holiday foods?

Leave a comment to be entered into the drawing for a copy of Adrienne's Ghost (10 to be given) and a $25 Amazon gift certificate. My winners are also entered into the Holiday Blog Hop's contest for the super grand prize, a KINDLE FIRE! (Geez, I wish I were eligible!)

Or....I know not everyone wants to leave a comment (and sometimes technology stumps us!). To enter without leaving a comment, you can simply e-mail me (leah@leahstjames.com) with a note that you'd like to enter.

Holiday Blog Hopping

2011-12-15T00:50:00.000-08:00

Hi, everyone! Welcome to the Holiday Blog Hop, and your chance to win prizes like free books and gifts cards...and a grand prize of a KINDLE FIRE!

Each day I'll be holding a random drawing to give away a copy of my ebook novella, Adrienne's Ghost. At the end of the "hop," I'll be drawing to send a $25 Amazon gift card!

How to enter, you ask? :-) Simple...everyone who posts a comment on my blog each day will be entered. Winners will be randomly drawn--one book per day, the $25 Amazon certificate at the end (drawn from all the winners). My winners will be automatically entered to win the grand prize (the Kindle Fire).

So let's get going!

Since this is a "holiday" blog hop, I thought it would be fun to talk about our favorite holidays things. I also love music, all kinds, and sing in my church choir when my life isn't too insane. (Believe me, it's for my enjoyment...not the choir's!) :-)

So for the next day or two, I'd like to hear about your favorite holiday music, from seasonal children's classics (Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer), to music that makes you laugh (thinking Adam Sandler anyone?), or the traditional sacred songs.

Personally, I like them all, but my favorite of favorites would be sacred Christmas music. Put on a CD of the Mormon Tabernacle Choir singing O Come All Ye Faithful, and I'm back to my childhood, listening to my mother's albums on the record player. (Yes, I am that old.) :-) Or the more recent Mary Did You Know? That one makes me cry. (Check out this home-made but powerful a cappalla version by Jordin Sparks.)

I'd love to hear from you. What's your favorite holiday music?

And don't forget to check out main Holiday Hop page to access other author sites. Remember, the grand prize for the Holiday Hop is a KINDLE FIRE! :-)

Six Sentence Sunday ~ 12/11

2011-12-10T04:47:00.000-08:00

Happy Six Sentence Sunday, everyone!

This week I'm back to Jack and Rachael, but back to the beginning, to Jack's first glimpse of Rachael. (I just love those first sightings!) He's channel surfing with the remote in his hand, starts to click, then sees her on the screen.

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Before he could depress the button, the camera switched to the guest—the woman, the shrink—and he stopped mid-click, captivated. His hand fell to his side as he stared. The remote fell from his fingers.

Her hair, a pale mix of wheat tones, was swept back from a heart-shaped face, then twisted up like a 1940s starlet. She was beautiful. Far too beautiful to be discussing something as morbid as death and mourning.

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As always, I hope you enjoyed these six! If you'd like to read more from Adrienne's Ghost, click here.

Be sure to stop by Six Sentence Sunday for more samplings from some amazing authors!

Six Sentence Sunday ~ 12/4

2011-12-04T03:42:00.000-08:00

Hello and welcome to Six Sentence Sunday, where writers share bits and pieces of their works.

This week I thought I'd take a break from Jack and Rachael to share six from a short story I'm writing for a little girl whom coworkers and I "adopted" for Christmas. She's 7 years old, loves playing dress-up, and really loves princesses. As one of my gifts, I thought it would be cool to write a short story about a princess (using her name, of course!). Since I've never written a story for a child, and I raised boys, not girls, I could sure use some feedback! I want this to be something she enjoys! I have no information about her family or living situation, and don't know whether or not her family celebrates Christmas, so I deliberately didn't write about the holiday.

So here's the setup. Princess Imani lives in a kingdom that has been warring with a neighboring kingdom for centuries. She's a friendly, loving child, and the thought of people fighting with each other for so long troubles her. One night three fairies come to her in a dream and send her on a mission that, ultimately, will bring the two peoples together.

Here are the six where the fairies first appear.
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It was a long time before Imani’s eyes closed that night, a long time before dreams came, but they did come, in the form of three fairies. They were small, maybe only six inches tall, with shiny, gossamer wings that fluttered so quickly their edges blurred, like those of a hovering hummingbird. They were dressed in sparkling gowns that reached their ankles, the first in red, the next in blue, and the last in yellow, and the air around them shimmered in a rainbow of colors. Just like the lights she’d seen on the mountaintop.

In her dream Imani held out her hand, and they lighted, delicate little beings that weighed no more than a feather each. “Who are you?” she asked while her heart raced to keep pace with their wings.

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What do you think? Too grown-up for a 7-year-old? Too scary a concept? Help!

I apologize that I didn't have something from a romance this week, but I hope you enjoyed these six anyway. I'd be appreciative of any feedback you'd like to share!

Be sure to stop by Six Sentence Sunday for more samplings from some amazing authors!

Six Sentence Sunday ~ 11/27

2011-11-27T04:04:00.000-08:00

It's time for Six Sentence Sunday! Continuing with my latest release, Adrienne's Ghost, I'd like to take a step back to where Rachael is contemplating her first close encounter with the ghost of murder victim Adrienne Garza, former FBI recruit and "friend" of investigating agent Jackson Yates...

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The shrouded images flickered through Rachael's mind like a music video, its soundtrack a muted mix of cryptic phrases and laughing murmurs. She'd felt the sensations too, as if they were hers. The stroke of a hand along the woman's leg, a whisper of a caress. A lover's touch. Shivers had raced down Rachael's spine, to her scalp and the tips of her fingers and toes. Yet she had experienced it all through the eyes and ears, the skin of a dead woman.

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As always, I hope you enjoyed these six! If you'd like to read more from Adrienne's Ghost, click here.

Be sure to stop by Six Sentence Sunday for more samplings from some amazing authors!

Six Sentence Sunday ~ 11/20

2011-11-20T04:04:00.000-08:00

Welcome to Six Sentence Sunday, a chance for writers (like me) to post a sampling of just six sentences from one of our projects. I'd like to offer another six from my current novella release, Adrienne's Ghost.

Last week's post highlighted the yearnings that Rachael and Jackson were starting to feel toward each other. This week's six take us a step closer...

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He slid his hands, big hands, down her back, to the curve of her hips and below. His fingers ignited sparks along her nerve pathways wherever they touched, like their tips were implanted with firecrackers.

For a moment, Rachael wondered if even her brain was sizzling, and she struggled with the need to maintain her precious control, versus the need to let go and let this man have his way. While his lips trailed down her throat, nuzzled the soft flesh where her neck and shoulder met, she somehow found the will to whisper, “What are we doing?”

As a cascade of shivers ran from his lips all the way down to her feet, she heard him say, “Damned if I know. Just don't make me stop….”

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(I sure hope I counted right!)
Hope you enjoyed! If you'd like to read more from Adrienne's Ghost, click here.

Be sure to stop by Six Sentence Sunday for more samplings from some wonderful (talented!) authors!

Twitter Etiquette - Where's Miss Manners when I need her?

2011-11-16T04:33:00.000-08:00

I'm relatively new to Twitter. (I joined within the past couple months.) So I've had to learn a whole new language, things like "tweet" and "retweet" and "DM" and hashtags and who knows what else. I'm more filled with questions than anything. I need rules! I need guidelines! I keep asking: Where are Miss Manners' rules for Twitter? Where are the "Tweeting for Dummies" books!?

So I figured I'd post a list of my questions, and if anyone can answer, wonderful! Here I go...

1. If someone "follows" me, what is the appropriate response? Do I thank him/her with a reply, with a DM? (That's "direct message"...right?)

2. If someone follows me, is it proper etiquette to follow back? If I don't follow back, will the other person be insulted? (I don't want to insult!)

3. Is there a simple glossary somewhere?

4. Likewise, is there a list somewhere of all the common (must follow) hashtags? For example, I just this morning discovered "amwriting." I think that means morning writing...right? As opposed to "(I) AM writing"? What other hashtags do I need to know about?

5. How important is it to participate in those daily exercises, you know, like Follow Friday? I mean, what's the purpose or goal?

6. Does anyone really read all those tweets? I mean, they just download continually on the screen in front of me. It's hypnotizing!

7. Is it better to post links to interesting articles, or updates of your activities? Or maybe a mix?

8. What do I do when I get a notice that someone completely unexpected is following me and I can't figure out why? Do I "DM" that person and respectfully ask if he/she made a mistake, give him/her a chance to "un"follow gracefully?

9. Conversely, what do I do if I follow someone by mistake and decide to "un"follow? Do I send that person a note and explain why, or just click the stupid button and let the chips fall where they may?

As you can see, this whole Twitter thing has filled me with angst. For any out there who are Twitter champs, your advice is sorely needed. Maybe you should write a book for us Twitter illiterates! If you do, let me know!

Happy tweeting, all!

Six Sentence Sunday

2011-11-13T04:30:00.000-08:00

Welcome, everyone! Thanks for stopping by!Today is Six Sentence Sunday, a chance for writers to share bits of their stories, but just six sentences. Today my six are from my new paranormal romance novella, Adrienne's Ghost.

FBI Agent Jackson Yates and paranormal psychologist Rachael Sullivan have joined together to find a killer but discover there might just be something else drawing them together....

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“Coffee?”

“Maybe. Later.”

Even as she ran her gaze over every inch of his face, subconsciously looking for proof of his goodness, or maybe sanity, she inched forward. Bewildered, wondering what had driven her to break every intelligent woman's rule and allow herself to be swept along to a strange man's home in a tide of curious passion, she reached for him in the same moment he reached for her. Like they'd been trapped in the same inescapable flow of hormones, infected by the same undeniable yearnings.

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Hope you enjoyed! To read more from Adrienne's Ghost, click here.

Be sure to stop by Six Sentence Sunday for more samplings from some wonderful authors!

Really? A blog about words??

2011-11-09T03:52:00.000-08:00

About six months ago I started a blog called "A Voice from Silence" intended to dump all the angst inside my soul onto the world. (Lucky world!) <grin> It's been wonderful, a fertile ground for me to get my thoughts on "paper," and think about new story ideas, or story elements. They tend to be more serious topics, things that really bother me that I think others might share.

Every once in a while, though, a topic comes to mind that's lighter in nature, doesn't seem to fit in the "Voice from Silence" mode. (Can you hear Charlton Heston's voice echoing in the back of your mind? I can!) Thus the birth of this blog.

I'm calling it "They're Just Words" because that's what I think every time I have to trash volumes of a story that just didn't work. I don't really trash the words, I put them in a separate folder for possible use some day. And as I file them away, I think to myself, "They're just words. It's not like the world's supply of words is ever going to dry up. In fact, new words are invented every day!"

It's a source of solace...as long as I'm diligent about backing up my computer files!