Wednesday, September 19, 2018

Wednesday Search For the White Jewel #MFRWHooks #MFRWauthor #BWLPublishing #Fantasy #Jewels

Search for the White Jewel: The Jewels of Erda (The Jewels' of Erda)

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Blurb:
When the Holder of the Yellow Jewel dies, her ward Liara believes she will become the new Yellow Holder. The dying word of the elderly woman astonishes the young woman. She will hold the White Jewel. This fabled gem has been lost for years since her mother and her sister fought and her aunt took hold of the Black Jewel. Liara, accompanied by her foster brother set forth to find the jewel, escaping the soldiers sent by the Queen and Black Jewel Holder. During their escape, Liara meets Valmir who saves her and her foster brother during a shipwreck. During their journey, they meet other holders of the Jewels, including Reena, daughter of the now dead Queen. Though she has the Black Jewel, Reena has no idea how to use the gem.



Excerpt:

Prologue

The black-robed wizard slipped through the doorway leading to the Queen’s chamber. He paused and studied the wan woman propped against the black silk pillows. As he approached the bed, his robes rustled.
The Queen grasped the Black Jewel, symbol of her reign. “Be gone, I say. I have no need of you.”
“Your time has passed. ‘Tis time to cede the Jewel to your successor.”
“Not yet.” She raised the Black Jewel. Dark rays pulsed in its heart. “Be gone and let me be.”
  He evaded the dark beams. “What of the White?”
  She laughed. “Do you think I fear that thing? My sister failed to find the gem. For generations, there has been no sign of its existence. There have been but myths and rumors.”
He smiled. “The White stirs. I sought and I found.”
“Where?” Her eyes narrowed.
‘Tis where it has always been, waiting for the one who can hold the jewel. But fear not. ‘Tis not your battle. Soon you will be gone, and I will have the training of the one who is to follow you. This time there will be no mistakes. As Holder and Chosen, she and I will rule.”
“Be gone, dark wizard.” The Queen raised the Black and poured her anger into the gem. Thunder roiled the silent night and a great display of colored lightning brightened the sky above the palace.


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Tuesday, September 18, 2018

Tuesday's Writer's Tip - More Modifiers - Adverbs #MFRWauthor #BWLPublishing #Adverbs #Writing

Last week, we looked at adjectives and learned strings of them didn't do the trick. Adverbs have their uses but they can be used to death. I remember judging contests for beginning writers and remembering what I'd done when I began writing. That was using adverbs in dialogue tags.

She said angrily. He said happily. You know the trick instead of doing something like "Get lost,"she said angrily, I learned to her hands fisted. "Get lost." Gives the same meaning but the second version packs a punch and also gives a view of the character.

Adverbs generally end with ly. So that's something to look at while you're in revision mode.There are other adverbs we tend to use. Very is one. She was very sad. Not to mention passive voice, that sentence doesn't give a picture of the character. There are times when I do use this and sometimes repeat the word, especially in dialogue. "I am very, very mad." In a story this was a child speaking. An adult might have said I'm furious. Other adverbs that can creep into a story are ones like almsot, frequently. Just be on the look out for adverby while you're writing.


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Monday, September 17, 2018

Meandering on Monday with Janet Lane Walters #MFRWauthor #BWL Publishing #Poetry #Shopping #Writing

Meander 1 - Poem _ Security Blanket --

You are security, peace and binding
The comforting nest after flights into the sky.
The arms that hold me when ecstacy is lost.
The fingers that gently sooth away
The anxiety born of facing chaos, madness, death.
And though you cannot soar with me
I need you always there waiting
For those fleece-lined moments
When I return to you.

Meander 2 - Shopping - Yesterday I went to look at possibilities for my kitchen. The refrigerator I have right now is working on its second icemaker and that only spews cubs when it wishes. I had no desire to try a third so I've decided to buy a new refrigerator and so I looked at them yesterday. My stove also needs a bit of an upgrade. The stove has been there since we made the kitchen larger about thirty years ago. Now it does work, all but one burner and I have never conquered the self cleaning function. I tried and tried but it never worked properly. There are other things I'd like to do there but they can wait until I have a few more dollars.

Meander 3 - Writing - I am kicking myself. I did something I'm always warning other writers not to do. That is called rushing the end of the book. While typing the final chapter warning bells rang. I did not play the scenes to the end. All the other chapters are great but this one has to be re-done and so I will. Then the next thing iis to do the CAF for a book thats coming in February or March.


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Sunday, September 16, 2018

Sunday's Book - Murder and Herbal Tea #MFRWAuthor #BWLPublishing #Murder, #Tea #Mystery


Murder and Herbal Tea (Mrs. Miller Mysteries Book 5)


Katherine’s wedding day has arrived and she and Lars make their vows. When she notices one of her best friends hasn’t arrived, she begins to worry. Her friend owns a shop where tea and accompaniments are sold. Her friend’s partner is a micromanager. Katherine’s friend has wanted to dissolve the partnership. A call to the New England town brings the dreadful news of a murder. Kate’s protectiveness factor takes hold and she leaves a note for Lars and heads to rescue her friend. Though she has promised to leave murders alone, she feels she has no choice. Lars follows to help her solve another murder.

Editorial Review
Long-time beau Lars has finally convinced Katherine Miller to become Katherine Claybourne. But fans won't be surprised that even on her honeymoon, Kate can't stop herself. She's a magnet for murder. ~ Writer Gail Roughton


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Saturday, September 15, 2018

Saturday's Blurbs featuring Books by Roberta Grieve #MFRWAuthor #BWLPublishing #Russia #India #England


On Wings of Song

ON WINGS OF SONG

Rebellious society girl Arabella Raynsford, terrified that her double life is about to be revealed, and to escape from her arranged marriage to rich Irish landowner Oswald Delaney, flees to the Crimea to join Florence Nightingale. 

With the connivance of her maid, Maisie, she has been leading a double life as popular music hall singer Bella Forde. She has also fallen in love with penniless engineer Nat Sloane, a match her ambitious mother will never agree to. 

She finds fulfillment in working with Florence Nightingale in the hospital but cannot forget Nat or her stage career. 

Will she ever sing again and will she and Nat find happiness?
Available from Kindle

FULL CIRCLE
Ladies’ maid Daisy March is eagerly awaiting the return on leave of her employer’s son, Naval Lieutenant Jack Davenport. Surely this time he will defy his family and declare his love for her. But it is not to be and she is accused of stealing and summarily dismissed. 

When she takes up nursing on the outbreak of World War One she is dismayed to discover that Jack’s sister, Georgina is also among the new recruits. 

They are posted to Malta where Daisy hopes to be reunited with Jack. When scandal threatens both girls they are united in friendship
. But tragedy strikes and it seems there will be no happy ending for either of them.

Available from Kindle, Nook, Kobo, SCRIBD, Thalia

THREADS OF SILK
Ellie Tyler’s dreams of going to art college and getting away from life in postwar London’s East End are shattered when she is forced to give up her education and go to work for her father’s boss in a disreputable night club. She has fallen in love with Harry, her foster brother, who is away in the army.

She consoles herself that when he returns he will rescue her from her unbearable situation. But then she suffers horrific abuse at the hands of her father and runs away, ending up in a small Essex village. She manages to find work in one of the remaining silk mills in the area and, with the encouragement of the mill owner, slowly begins to rebuild her life, re-discovering her creativity and gaining confidence from her success as a designer. But, although she still dreams of Harry, her first love, she feels she can’t face him after what her father did to her, and she cuts herself off from her family. Will she ever find happiness, or will those ‘threads of silk’ bind her forever to her traumatic past? 


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Friday, September 14, 2018

Friday's Guest Roberta Grieve #MFRWauthor #BWL Publishing #What She Was #Historicals


Day 1

I was a reporter on a local paper for several years then changed direction to work in a library. Both of these careers influenced me in a way. The newspaper writing exposed me to all sorts of human interest stories which fired my imagination and, in the library, I was able to discover writers who also influenced me.

My novels are loosely described as historical romances and |I have set stories in various periods from Victorian times up to the Second World War. I love doing the research and putting my heroines into different situations.

Since a very young age I have always been an avid reader of all genres (except westerns) but I was drawn to romance with a historical background because of my admiration for Catherine Cookson who was my favourite writer as a teenager.  I always dreamed of writing like her – not sure if I have achieved that though.

My latest release is Song of Memories, a story of lost love and eventual reconciliation.

My next book will be ‘Madeleine’s Enterprise’. Left destitute after the death of her father, Madeleine has to find a way to recoup the family’s fortunes. Her mother thinks marriage to a rich man is the answer but Madeleine refuses to marry for money and determines to start her own business.

My website is www.robertagrieve.co.uk. I am on several Facebook groups including WriteWordsWrite and Goodreads.

Thursday, September 13, 2018

Thursday's Fourth Scene Murder and Bitter Tea #MFRWAuthor #BWLPublishing #Mysteries #Nursing home #Hudson river


I waited until after lunch to visit Martha at the hospital. As I walked down the corridor of the Surgical Unit, the familiar scents and sounds made me wish I was back in uniform. A very bad idea. I remembered what had happened when I resurfaced as a church organist. Maybe the desire to return was akin to an old racehorse wanting to take another lap around the track.
     I paused outside Martha’s private room and listened for voices. Hearing none I wanted to avoid, I tapped on the partially open door. The nurse who appeared had been a colleague until she opted for private duty.
     “Kate, how nice to see you. Heard you retired. Are you visiting someone?”
     “Martha. We’re old friends.”
     She shook her head. “Her son doesn’t want anyone other than family visiting. She needs to rest.”
     “Think of this as a pastoral call. We attend the same church.” On occasion, I made hospital calls for our pastor.
     “Katherine, is that you?” Martha asked.
     “Yes.”
     “Let her in. It’s vital for me to speak to her.”
     Fran shrugged. “Go ahead. You can sit with her while I grab lunch. Her daughter-in-law was due to relieve me a half hour ago. Her son doesn’t want her left alone.”
     To keep out visitors who didn’t meet his approval was my take on the order. “Thanks.” I entered and went to the bedside. “How are you feeling?”
     “Sore. Dumb. Awkward. I’m glad you came.”
     “Jenna says she loves you and she’ll find a way to visit.”
     “Tell her to wait until I go to Hudson House. Marcus is so over-protective. When I’m there, he’ll know I’m recovering and he won’t worry so.” She clasped my hand. “Give me my handbag.”
     I looked in the bedside stand and the closet. “Not here.”
     Her forehead wrinkled. “That’s right. I had it put in the safe.”
     Why hadn’t she sent her valuables home with her son? “I guess whatever you wanted to give me will have to wait.”
     She nodded. “There are some things at the house I want you to remove.”
     "What’s going on?” I turned. Sophie Garner stood in the doorway. She flipped her long blonde hair over her shoulder.
     “I’m visiting,” I said.
     “Marcus doesn’t want Mother Garner disturbed. Did that stupid nurse let you in? I’ll see she’s fired at once.”
     “You’ll do nothing of the sort.” Martha’s voice held an iron edge. “I pay her and if I think she deserves to be fired, I will. You’re almost an hour late to relieve her. Kate kindly volunteered to stay while the nurse had lunch.”
     Sophie waved her red-tipped fingers. “Did you expect me to walk out on Linda Eliot? She’s a very influential person around the county.”
     Martha snorted. “A newcomer with new money. The Garners have been forces to reckon with for over a hundred years, but you always did like flash.” She dropped her hand on the bed. “Don’t let her vulgar money sway you, but there’s no sense trying to make silk from trash.”
     “How can you say that? I’ve given you two lovely granddaughters.” Sophie turned to me. “You can leave. When I tell Marcus you were here, he’ll be livid.”
     “You’ll tell him nothing.” Martha glared. “Sophie, step outside. I want to speak to Katherine alone.”
     “I will not.”
     I clasped Martha’s hand. “It’s all right. I’ll talk to you later.”
     Martha nodded. “Let my nurse know Sophie’s here and she has no reason to worry or hurry her break.”
     “Will do.” I slipped past Sophie and strode down the hall. At the nurses’ lounge, I opened the door and passed Martha’s message to Fran.


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Wednesday, September 12, 2018

Wednesday The Aries Libra Connection #MFRWHooks #MFRWAuthor #BWLPublishing #Romance #Medical

The Aries Libra Connection (Opposites In Love Book 1)

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BLURB:

Jenessa is Aries, a nurse, union advocate and likes a good fight.

Eric is Libra, Director of Nursing, and believes in compromise.

Can these two find a way to uncover the underhanded events at the hospital? They’re on opposite sides but the attraction between them is strong. She’s a widow who fought to save her husband’s life during a code. She feels guilty because the love she and her husband shared had died before his death. He assisted at the code but he feels guilty since he was the one who was responsible for the short staffing the night her husband died.

Now they face falling in love and trying to solve the problems between the nurse’s union and the president of the hospital’s Board who wants a take over of the hospital by his hospital group. Is their connection strong enough to survive?



EXCERPT:

Jenessa frowned. Megan and she had been friends since they were five, but there were things she couldn’t tell her… Things about Chuck and the marriage.
     “I’m union. He’s management. Can you see me falling for someone from the opposition?”
     “And what will you be when you finish your Master’s?”
     “Not here. I’ll work for a doctor. Head to the city. Become a consultant.” She followed the trail of clothes and gathered them as she walked. “With my reputation here, they won’t promote me.”
     “Your reputation is undeserved. Just because you organized the union, sent a petition to recall Sandra, started the protest forms, negotiated the contract…” The click of the bathroom door cut off Megan’s words.
     Jenessa dropped the clothes beside the door. She entered the bedroom and stared at the red brick building across the street where she worked in ICU. She liked Eastlake Community. For nearly three years, the hospital had been her refuge. She didn’t want to leave.
     She returned to the hall just as Megan emerged, wrapped in a blue bath sheet that nearly reached her toes.
     “...use someone who plunges to the center of a problem and won’t give up until the next one appears. You are kind of blunt though. He’ll weigh his decisions. Libras do. What’s on the agenda now?” She stumbled over the heap of clothes. “I know. In the hamper.”
     “The contract. Monday, I’ll demand a meeting.”
     “Why not give Eric Bradshaw a chance to settle in?”
      “Why? They said they’d talk once they hired a new director and they have.” Jenessa headed to the kitchen.
     “Let him size things first.”
     “Do you really think a new D.O.N. will help us?” Jenessa paused at the end of the hall. “Do you know how many extras I’ve worked this summer?”
     “That’s your punishment for demanding thirteen hour shifts. They can’t ask me to work seven days a week.”
     “How many doubles have you pulled since Sandra took over staffing? Sometimes I think she wants to drive nurses away.”
     “Why would she do that?” Megan followed Jenessa into the kitchen. Her knee length yellow tee shirt was the same bright color as the walls.
     “Who knows?”
     “Jen, give the guy a chance. How would you like to be in his shoes?”
       She laughed. “I would love it. You know, if I could transfer my credits, I would be out of here.”
      “It’s the same everywhere. Don’t you pay attention to the letters from the gang?”
     “There are hospitals where the problems are addressed.” Jenessa picked up a fork. “Around here no one admits there are any.”
     “I’m not sure there are answers. The health care system is in flux.”
     “If the Board would sit down with us, we could try.”
     Megan grinned. “Do I see you, sword in hand, leading the charge?”
     “Don’t make fun. This is serious.”
     “I’m sorry. I know how important adequate staffing is to you.”
     “I’ll do whatever it takes to get a decent contract.” Jenessa bit her lower lip and fought a storm of memories and guilt.
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Tuesday, September 11, 2018

Tuesday's Writer's Tip Modifying Your Sentences and Paragraphs #MFRWauthor #Writing #Modifiers

Just what is a modifier and how are they used? We've all read stories where the words , sentences and paragraphs are modified beyond belief. Modifiers are words added to make an image more clear. According to Webster's Dictionary, modifiers are used to change something slightly in character or form. There's nothing wrong with using modifiers.

I've overused them, especially in a rough draft when I'm trying to convey something. Sometimes I've used two or more modifiers of the same noun or expression. As I revise, I know I must choose the right one. Sentences like the tiny, little, petite, gray-haired old woman may give a picture of the character but there are other and better ways to show this character. As a writer, I need to choose the right ones and the right ways to do this. Mabel reached my chest and I'm not a tall person. Her gray  hair looked as though she's combed it with a rake. This shows she's tiny, gray-haired and gives the reader a real picture of the character rather than the string of modifiers.

So when you find yourself writing a string of modifiers to describe someone or something, or some place. Select, select just one and find another way to get the information in. Strong verbs and nouns are one key to this.

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Monday, September 10, 2018

Meandering on Monday with Janet Lane Walters #MFRWAuthor #BWLPublishing #Poem #Doctor's appointment #Writing

Meander 1 Poem -- The Shadow --

A constant shadow invades the light
Touching laughter and for a moment
I pause - reflect - and continue on.
The shadow touches my love
And pain comes to my eyes.
Days pass. I never see
This shadow, yet I know
It follows me a few paces behind
And as a child, I thought
The shadow was a part of me
That wanted to eat me up.
It chases me through all my days
And impinges on my life.
Dead men cast no shadows.
No lurker lags behind.
They are engulfed and swallowed.
Their shadows become their them.

Meander 2 - Doctor's Office Visit - My husband had a lot of bleeding from his dialysis site. I called the venous specialist. The secretary told me to bring him in at one thirty and they would fit him in. We were there. So were some other patients. They kept telling me they would see to him next, Surely they would find a break. They did at five thirty in the evening. We were done and left the office at quarter after six. So much for being fit in. He was their last patient of the day.

Meander 3 - Writing - Still working on the Pisces Virgo Connection and struggling to finish before this months ends. Matters would be different if I didn't have things like almost five hours at the doctor's office and two days before six hours at the hospital waiting for blood tests to be done. I will persevere and finish this book.

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