Tuesday, November 21, 2017

Tuesday's Writer's Tip - The five story elements in use #MFRWAuthor #Writing #story elements

Before you write the book you need to organise your five story elements into a statement and question. Many thanks to Dwight V. Swain for this little trick. I'm still learning how to mke this work completely but it really shows you where the story is going. Since the book I'm working on now is a romance, I do two of these since that helps me put the characters into focus.

I'll do Caleb's since I believe he has the most to gain.

Character Caleb Winstone MD.
Situation - He's returned home to begin his practice as a pediatrician.
Objective To avoid his family's decision that he should marry Regina Bishop.
Opponent Suzanna Rollins the woman he hurt and angered.
Disaster She has also arrived in town to begin as the nurse manager of the Pediatric Unit

So now what
When Caleb Winstone MD returns to his hometown to begin his practice as a pediatrician he finds his wealthy parents have chosen his bride, Regina Bishop, a woman he doesn't like and also the woman he wanted Suzanna Rollins, is the new nurse manager of the Pediatric Unit.

How can he fight his parents mechanizations, Regina's willingness and convince Suzanna he was a fool and she is the woman he wants in his life?

Monday, November 20, 2017

Meandering On Monday with Janet Lane Walters #MFRWAuthor #Poetry #Writing #Christmas stockings

Meander 1 - Poem Man's Gift

Love is never a selfishness.
It doesn't hide inside.
It's not a hidden vastness thing.
It's infinitely spaceousness.

Love never keeps itself apart.
It recognizes needs
And finds a way to give itself
To another's yearning pleas.

Love understands a wordless cry.
It reaches out a hand.
To hold another's hand in love
Is the greatest gift of man.

Meander 2 - Christmas stockings. I've been shopping lately and finding interesting and cute or practical things to put in the stockings of my family. This is something I really enjoy doing but I wonder who will do this when I no longer can. There are stockings for my family in Florida and some are hard to figure what to give. They've been away so long that I don't totally know their likes and dislikes. But I struggle on. There are the two family members in Georgia but they'll be here this year. That's good but what I include in their stockings depends on if they are going to drive or fly. There are the five in the town near us. I do see them frequently though not so much these days since going out to dinner night has changed due to work schedule. But I can find lotsof interesting things for them. Finally there are the ones for the people in this house. They are relatively easy to find little things for. And I have and amazed myself by choosing a scarf for one that totally matches her new coat I hadn't seen before I made the purchase. So I'll soon be done ant they comes the fun of packing them, plus the ones for the members of the critique group who I will party with in a month.

Meander 3 - Writing - The new story is going well, surprisingly well. I have nearly 10,000 words on the page and this is just the rough draft. There are a few things to add and some to change but that will happen once I have the whole story down in black and white. I love starting a new story and following the plot and the characters who exist in my head. The characters change the plot and the plot changes the characters. An amazing thing.

Sunday, November 19, 2017

Sunday's Book - Seducing the Doctor #MFRWAuthor #Contemporary romance #medical romance

Seducing the Doctor (At First Sight Book 4)

“You’re next.” 

Those words send Matt Blakefield fleeing his brother’s wedding. Marriage or even falling in love is the last of his desires. What he wants to learn is the identity of the owner of the house he wants to use as a make-over for the magazine he edits, Good Livin’. A fall rainstorm and a pine tree sends his motorcycle into a spin and into the arms of an old acquaintance, a girl he hurt in high school.

Cassie Moore has borrowed a cabin from one of her partners in a cardiology practice to come to terms with a broken engagement. The news came via an email. Her fiancĂ©e had married another woman just weeks before their scheduled marriage. The appearance of Matt at her door brings an old attraction into full bloom. She realizes love is lurking but he’s a player and she needs to forget the connection.

Is it possible that a weekend of love can become a lifetime? 

on June 2, 2016
Format: Kindle Edition

A K/U book.

This is a cute story. I loved Cassie and Matt's characters and I loved how his family
couldn't keep their noses out of their business.

Matt has sat around long enough and watched everyone pair off and get married. No matter
who is getting married, Matt always finds himself getting set up with someones co-worker or
friend. The last thing that Matt wants is to settle down and get married, but his family has other
plans. Going away for the weekend to one of his families cabins seems to be just what he needs
right now.

Cassie is a doctor and up until a couple of weeks ago, she was engaged to Tim. Much to her
surprise, Tim marries the office nurse, all of a sudden, out of the blue and on a Thursday no less.
Needing to escape, Cassie borrows one of her Senior Partners Cabins for a much needed get away.

This book is filled with surprises, some more pleasant than others.

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Saturday, November 18, 2017

Saturday's Blurbs featuring Books by Tricia Mc Gill #MFRWAuthor #Blurbs #romance

Laurel’s Gift (Paranormal/Contemporary):

The plaintive singing of a ghostly child in the night sets off a chain of events that lead to Laurel learning the dark secrets that dwell in her Great Aunt Maggie’s house in a Melbourne suburb. When Eli comes into Laurel’s life, instead of instantly uncovering the secrets that have been buried in this house for many years, their joint efforts lead them to discover even greater mysteries.
Eli’s past is tied up with the ghost of the child who haunts the house, and there are many hurdles to cross before he discovers just why he also sensed strange vibes in the old house as soon as he entered.
In their search for the answers to an extraordinary mystery they uncover a passionate love affair shared by the people dear to them or those who dwelt in the house at one time of another. Despite their shared psychic abilities can the couple also find such a love?

Amethyst (Contemporary Romance):
Love comes in many guises. Although Amy cares for Tony, and in the small country town where they live they are considered a couple, Amy still carries a torch for Tony’s older brother who spurned her adolescent avowals of love.

When Andrew returns home, now a wealthy, prosperous man, Amy’s whole world is in turmoil. Because of his rejection in the past, how can Amy trust this man who proposes to settle down in the small town he walked away from years ago? Amy has no doubt that he will soon long to be back in the bustling world he has become accustomed to in the city, and is determined to keep her head and not let her heart divulge its secrets this time around.

A Call Through Time (Time-Travel):
The Lord of Castlegrove Manor, heir to a vast fortune, is a studious History buff who loves reading about the years following the Roman occupation of Britain. Dissatisfied with running his extensive estate, a distraction from Bart’s boredom is his erotic dreams. No woman but his dream lover will ever offer him the satisfaction he craves.
During one of these dreams Bart wakes up miles from his comfortable existence and in the year 450AD. When he comes face to face with Haesal, he knows instantly this is the woman who has shared so many of his heated fantasies.

Most Celts have fled west to escape invaders from over the seas. Haesal and her brother have been captured by an evil barbarian and Bart comes to realise that his mission is to rescue them and return them safely to their home in Cornwall. Haesal’s belief in shapeshifters and the fairy folk helps her better understand the sudden appearance of this handsome stranger in her life who claims to have a deep knowledge of her. But can the love they find with each other survive through time and treachery?

Friday, November 17, 2017

Friday's Guest - Tricia Mc Gill - Panster or Pl;otter #MFRWauthor #writing #panster or plotter

1.      Are you a panster or a plotter or perhaps a bit of both?

I’m a panster for sure. I gave up plotting too deeply years ago when it hit me that my characters wanted to take over the story and I realised there was little point in trying to persuade them to do otherwise. It works out better that way for me. My dreams often help me out of a tricky situation too when I come to a semi halt in a story. This was the case in my latest book Laurel’s Gift. I awoke about 3 am from the most vivid dream which told me exactly what path to take next. My dreams have helped me over many a hurdle as well as getting me started on a new story.

2.      Which comes first - characters or plot for you?

Definitely the characters. Unless I have them and their personalities all worked out before I start I have nowhere to go as noted above.

3.      What are you working on now? Is this a book in a current series or something totally new?

This next book is one that started life as a novella but is crying out to be extended into a full length novel. It is a reincarnation story about lovers through time. Because I have always believed in reincarnation this belief has carried though into a couple of my time-travels. Only the other night I dreamed of myself living a parallel life that was so clear and precise in its details that I am convinced I have lived before and will come back again someday—perhaps next time when earth people are settled on another planet.

4.      Do you have some kind of object or place that figures in most of your books? I use gems a lot, hospitals and caves.

Not so much an object but dogs, cats and horses have featured in most of my books and they usually have some quirk that sets them apart. In Amethyst she has a cat that goes everywhere more or less with her and likes to sit in the basket in front of her bicycle. In my latest release, Laurel’s Gift, there are a pair of cats that are not so much weird but perhaps think they are humans, plus a dear King Charles spaniel. Lani owns a horse in A Dream for Lani, which sets the course of the story as she is looking for a property to buy with room for her horse and so meets the hero of the piece, a real estate agent. Oh, and she also owns a small poodle.

5.      Do you write every day or just when the spirit hits?

I try to write every day when I am working on a book even if it’s only a few passages.

Thursday, November 16, 2017

Thursday's Third Scene - Seducing the Innkeeper #MFRWauthor #Contemporary romance #hidden child

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 “Do you?” He reached for her hand. “There’s a second reason for my visit.”
“And that is?”
“A feature of the inn in Good Travelin’. Would be good for business. My head writer’s suggestion. An Inn For All Seasons.”
The dangled carrot tempted her. A feature might bring interest from potential buyers. If the inn sold she and Davy could vanish. Or could they? Mark knew he had a son. Christa slumped against the counter. What she needed was a pair of iron rods to act as a spinal brace. She had wanted the strength to deal with her hang-sisters. Mark Blakefield’s arrival had added to the problems she faces. She wanted to collapse or hide until all the irritants vanished. That wasn’t going to happen.
Her decision to tell Peggy and Stella their free-loading days were over had promised a storm. Mark’s presence meant a hurricane. She willed her knees to lock. Fainting was not the answer. Mark had arrived and he knew about Davy. Thank heavens her son was in school. She had to find a way to send Mark away before the school bus arrived at three- thirty.
She gulped a deep breath. She should have found a way to tell Mark about the pregnancy. Ten years ago her life had been chaotic and loaded with guilty feelings. The death of her father and step-mother had catapulted her into a life she hadn’t wanted. The inn was hers. There were tons of debts. Her half-sisters were spoiled, frightened and angry. Three months had passed before she’d had time to think of her own needs.
The day she’d realized she was pregnant she had tried to let Mark know. He had graduated and gone to work for one of the magazines his family owned. A secretary reported he was in Europe and she wasn’t sure when he would return. She hadn’t left a message. Several more times she’d called only to learn he wasn’t available.
There had been nothing for her to do but make order out of her hectic life. Keeping her half-sisters out of trouble had been a fulltime job. So had running the inn and caring for Davy. Telling Mark had been pushed aside and while not forgotten, hadn’t been a priority. Now he was here and he was angry.
“Interesting situation,” Peggy drawled. “The man seems determined. You need to think about what he can do for you and Davy. The car he drives screams money. Not to mention he’s hot.”
Stella laughed.  “He’s beyond hot. Incandescent, Shoulders like a football hero. Dynamite smile. Killer green eyes. If you don’t want him I’ll have a taste.”
“Stand in line.” Peggy grinned. “How about a double or a triple?” She winked. If I were you I’d hit him for child support. With a wad of cash you can give Stel and me the money for a cruise.” She sighed. “We’re ready for balmy nights and single men.”
Christa pressed her hands against the counter. The desire to slap them grew stronger. “Listen to me. I am selling the inn. You need to find jobs. I’ll give you enough money to rent an apartment and for basic living expenses for three months. You can put your college educations to work.”
Stella shook her head. “No deal. You have to buy us out. If you sell each of us gets a third. Dad had three kids.”
“You’re entitled to nothing.” Christa stared at the door. Though he presented a different problem what was taking Mark so long?
“We’ll take you to court,” Peggy said.
“You don’t get the picture. The inn was left to me by my mother. Until I turned twenty-one Dad was my guardian. I was twenty-one when he died. The inn is mine.”
“I don’t believe you,” Stella said. “I know what Mom told us.”
Christa drew a deep breath. No matter what their mother had said Stella and Peggy had no share in the inn. Christa had paid for their college educations, fed and clothed them. Over the years she had given into their demands to avoid tantrums and her guilt over the days following the accident when no one had known where she could be found.
She wanted to scream. She had avoided this confrontation for too long. The pair had pushed her far beyond her tolerance level.
The door opened. Mark wheeled stacked suitcases to the desk. Christa groaned. He had come to stay. He placed a laptop on the counter. Her heart raced. Anticipation pulsed through her body. Why did he bother her this way? Her thoughts flooded with memories of his kisses and caresses.
“Room key,” he said.
She smiled. “I’m afraid the inn is booked solid through next week. I can give you a list of other places that might have vacancies.” She had to explain the past but not yet. “You could leave and return when there’s room in the inn.”
“Not a chance. We need to talk. I’m not leaving until we do.”
Christa stared at the floor. Why had he come? Was he here to take Davy away?
“He could use one of the cottages,” Stella said.
Christa glared at her half-sister. “They’re closed until ski season.”
“Do they have water, electricity and heat?” Mark rested his elbows on the counter.
The look of determination in his eyes reminded her of their first encounter and the way he’d pursued until she’d agreed to a date. Three weeks later she’d been in love and had agreed to spend a long weekend with him. Those four days had been a whirlwind fantasy of love and laughter. When the web of tragedy had created a shroud of responsibility those days had ended. She stared at her hands. To meet his gaze meant realizing how little her feelings had changed.
“Christa, the cottage,” he said.
“They’re meant for groups.”
“I’ll take one.” He slid his credit card toward her.
He would persist until she agreed. “Do you want to pay for a place accommodating eight to ten just for yourself?” His shrug told her he hadn’t changed. He would pursue relentlessly what he wanted.
“Why not? I can afford to pay. There’s never been anyone to help spend my money.” He brushed a finger over the back of her hand.
Christa felt tendrils of heat spiral along her arms and take root low in her belly. She held her breath but the scent of him seeped to take room through her pores. Would he change his mind when he saw the weekly rate? She ran the card and filled in the amount. “Are you sure you want to do this?”
“Can’t think of anything I’d rather do.” His feral grin sent shivers along her spine. “Haven’t heard those words before. Didn’t you say that to me the day I asked you to spend the weekend with me?” He signed the slip.
She felt like a mouse being toyed with by a cat. Or a woman used by a man whose desire for conquest rode his scent and colored his voice.
He put the pen down. “Send the audience away. Time for us to have a chat.”
Every word jabbed like a needle. How could she fight a man who signed for a thousand dollars a night without checking the amount? “I can tear this slip up and you can go home. There’s nothing to discuss. I chose my life.”
“But you also chose mine. Just because you didn’t intend to marry me didn’t mean I would cede all my rights to my son.”
She looked away. What did he mean? Years ago she would gladly have married him. “I see.” She spoke with more calmness than she felt.
Would he fight for custody?
Christa drew a deep breath and donned her innkeeper persona. “Welcome to Green Mountain Inn. The restaurant is open at six for breakfast. Dinner service begins at five. The dining room closes at ten but the bar remains open and has a limited menu. There is a gift shop carrying the usual plus some local items.” She handed him a key. “Stella and Peggy will show you the cottage.”
“Why don’t you do the honors, Christa?” His deep voice caressed her name.
“I have work to do.” She waved the pair over. “Show Mr. Blakefield to cottage five.” His accommodation was as far from the house she shared with her family as possible.
He pocketed the key, lifted his laptop and grasped the handle of his luggage carrier. “Lead on, ladies. Christa, I’m looking forward to our talk.”

As the door closed Christa sagged like her lungs had lost their air in a rush. What was she going to do? He had a right to be angry but the cold fury in his eyes frightened her more than if he had exploded. Why hadn’t she found time during the past ten years to tell Mark about Davy? She’d never been able to answer the question. How could she resist the temptation to fall in love again?

Wednesday, November 15, 2017

Wednesday Hooking Murder and Sweet Tea #MFRWBookHooks #MFRWauthor #Cozy mystery

Murder and Sweet Tea (Mrs Miller Mysteries Book 6)

Join Katherine Miller as she meets her new neighbor, a young writer who has hit it big. Why are some people wishing for their share?

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Lars is her new husband. He loves Katherine but doesn’t understand why she’s always trying to protect her near and dear. Even though she saved his life while visiting him in Santa Fe, he often questions her involvement in other people’ lives.

Into their lives arrives a new neighbor, Sabrina Gates. Sabrina bought the house next door. She has had a phenomenal success as a new author but moes from her past and present threaten her peace and ability to write. There is the blogger who posts snide and not so nice posts about other authors. Sabrina’s former agent wants a share of the huge amount of money Sabrina has received for a trilogy. And there is her ex-husband, a needy greedy coward who wants money.

Above all there is Robespierre who makes his presence known.


When we reached the Dutch Colonial, I rang the doorbell.
My new neighbor opened the door. She was beautiful and blonde. I had expected blue eyes but hers were a brilliant green. “Hello, I’m Katherine Claybourne from next-door and this is my granddaughter, Megan. We would like to welcome you to the neighborhood. I handed her the basket.
“How lovely of y’all. Reminds me of home. I so wondered about my neighbors.” She paused. “Oh, I’m Sabrina Gates.”
Her smile warmed me. I felt an instant connection. I turned to leave. “Once you’re settled we’ll visit again.”
She shifted the basket. “Why wait? I’m dying for a break. Why don’t y’all come in?”
“If it’s no bother.”
We stepped into a central foyer with stairs leading to the second floor. On one side double doors opened into the living room. On the other side a hall led past a small room, a powder room and into the kitchen.
Sabrina placed the basket on the table. Like a child opening a birthday present, she pulled out the jars and read the labels.
Megan climbed onto a chair. “Grandma Kate make some really good cookies.”
Sabrina’s laughter filled the room. “Would you like one of the really good cookies?”
Megan looked at me and I nodded. “One.”
She turned to Sabrina. “She say one. I’m four and gonna be five when I get my birthday. How old are you?”
“Not a polite question,” I said.
“Oh, do you have any children?”
“I don’t but I do like children.”
“My daddy like them, too. He makes pictures. Him needs a girlfriend.”
I hid a grin. Was the child match-making?
Sabrina finished her exploration of the tea jars. She selected one. “I’ll brew a pot of this one.” She had chosen pekoe and peppermint. She took a pinch and sniffed. “Smells great. I just finished making sugar syrup for sweet tea.”
“Sweet tea?” I looked around the room. The walls had been painted off white, the same color as the ones in the foyer and the hall. Were all the rooms the same color?
“Sweet tea’s a Southern thing. You’ll see.” She put water to heat and filled a tea ball with leaves from her selection. While the water heated, she examined the banana bread. “This will make great breakfasts with cream cheese. She pulled a large jar of clear liquid from the refrigerator and hung the tea ball on the side of a pitcher. When the water boiled, she poured it into the brewing pitcher, waited for the water to color and then added the syrup and ice.
“I read your first book. Well-written and held my attention to the end. I’m waiting for a copy of your second to be available at the library.”
“Wait a minute. She dashed from the room and soon returned with two books. “Now you won’t have to wait. What is your name?”

“Katherine or just Kate.” She signed both books and handed them to me.” Thank you.”

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Tuesday, November 14, 2017

Tuesday's Writer's Tip - Story Elements Line up #MFRWauthor #Amwriting #writer

According to Dwight V. Swain when you're ready to begin your story, the first thing to do is line up the story elements. This is a way to keep yourself on track. Just whatare they.

Character - You need a focal character to drive the story forward. Often times especially in romance there are two focal characters.

The Situation - Just what is happening when the story opens and how does this impinge on the focal character.

The Objective - Just what does the focal character want. Without an objective, there is no reason for the story.

The Opponent - This is the obstacle and can be a person, an event. This will force the focus character to fight back.

The Disaster - What is the dreadful the focus character must face as the story comes to an end.

Next time  the way of looking at these five elements and lining them up to make the story will be shown.

Monday, November 13, 2017

Meandering on Monday with Janet Lane Walters #MFRWauthor #Poetry #Writing

Meander 1 - Poem - Plea

The cries of man come silent
Screaming into my mind.
A thousand million voices crying pain.
Awareness -endless - will not let me go.
Turned on, honed find, agraded, torn
And batthered.
Being one with agony
And so at night, I cry
When sleep refuses to come
Oh God, turn me off tonight,

Meander 2 - The book is live/ Murder and Sweet Tea is live today and I am happy. Each time a new book hits the stands I feel a burst of joy. There are now 52 books of mine for people to enjoy or not. In a few months I'll be celebrating 50 years of being a published author. That's a book a year, plus.

Meander 3 - Writing - Have begun the Leo Aquarius Connection. The hero starts out as a jerk, rather amcho. What other kind of hero will announce when he reaches his new place "Enter the handsome doctor." I'm having fun with this book though the beginning was given to me by a doctor who was anything but a jerk and macho. His announcement made me laugh at a time when all looked gloomy. The book will be finished when I'm done. That's the way things happen in this writing game.

Sunday, November 12, 2017

Sunday's Book - Seducing the Innkeeper #MFrwAuthor #Inns #Vermont #hidden child

Seducing the Innkeeper (At First Sight Book 3)

A chance photograph sends Mark Blakefield to Vermont to find something he lost and didn't know about. He has a son. He also has a way to find the woman he fell in love during his last year of college. Her disappearance when he went to pick her up for dinner puzzles him. Though he searched for Christa Parsons for months and never found her. The photograph taken by one of his writers for Good Travelin' shows an inn in Vermont. He rushes off to solve the mystery and claim his son.

Christa Sommers runs the family inn left to her by her mother. Besides making the inn successful, she is raising her nine year old son, Davy. She has to deal with her younger, selfish half-sisters and she has reached the end point of her patience with them. 

When Mark arrives she is stunned. Now she has to explain who she never told him about Davy. Part of the reason was her attempts to find him were foiled by a secretary and the other was being swamped by work. One sight and she fears falling in love with him or losing custody of her son.

Can Mark figure why he was looking for someone with the wrong name? Can he persuade Christa he has loved her for all those years and convince her to share her life and her son with him?