Wednesday, April 8, 2020

Wednesday Temple of Fyre #MFRWHooks #BWLAuthor #Fantasy #Magic #Jewels

Temple of Fyre (Island of Fyre Book 1)

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Sold by her family to the priestesses of the Temple of Fyre, Ria soon masters using each of the four fyrestones, white, yellow, orange and scarlet. Her curiosity leads her to the archives and there, she learns things that disturb her. There are no men serving as priests but in the past there were. Men are kept in the harras where the priestesses visit. On the day of her testing she is ordered to perform a task she dislikes and refuses to destroy a town. Many of the priestesses fall into unconsciousness. Melera, the chief priestess, beats and banishes Ria for the carrion crows to consume. Ari was abandoned as a child and found by two elderly firestone miners. He has pursued this and is the best of the finders. He goes to the temple to sell the stones he has gleaned. On leaving, Ria attempts to steal the fyrestone he has worn since the day he was found. He thinks she is a boy and a thief and he takes her to his room at the inn. On discovering her identity, he refuses to turn her over to the priestesses and they leave town. They are searching for the fabled blue fyrestones. They also learn to use them they must be bonded physically, emotionally and spiritually. Can they learn to master the blue stones and defeat Malera so they can rule the temple with love and understanding?
Kryssie Fortune
5.0 out of 5 stars Fabulous start to a fantasy series. Don't miss this one
Reviewed in the United Kingdom on February 13, 2019
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Ria has power but lacks knowledge. When challenged by the head of the all female Temple of Fyre, she loses and goes into exile. As she learns how to hone her strengths, she also learns the history of the Temple. Along the way 
she learns about love, but the priestesses have taught her that mating with a male costs a priestess her power. And another confrontation with the head priestess looms.

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EXCERPT:

Ria stuffed the scroll she’d taken from the shelves beneath her caftan and tightened the sash to make sure the cylinder holding the rolled papyrus remained hidden. Beads of perspiration covered her forehead. She rubbed the sleeve of her robe over her face. The night air held sultry remnants of the heat of the day. Usually, the thick walls of the temple complex kept the rooms and corridors cool. Tonight was different. The usual night breezes were absent, so the heat remained. Perhaps the approaching solstice was the cause?
     Or, maybe her fear of discovery caused her heart to thump against her chest and her muscles to tighten into confining bands? She was in a place where she had no right to be without the presence of one of the priestesses. Acolytes were forbidden full access to the scrolls in the scriptorium. She drew a deep breath. She’d acted out of necessity. The scroll beneath her caftan was one she’d discovered during another of her night searches. She wasn’t permitted to read this one, but she had, and the words stirred questions her tutors refused to address.
     On the morrow, her ability to control the flames of the fyrestones would be tested. She would be ordered to call flames from a pair of scarlet crystals and blend her blaze with those raised by the priestesses of the circle. Then, the chief priestess would assign her a task. Ria believed the things she’d read in this particular scroll would help her during the ordeal. The test was not without risk. One slip and the flames she sought to control could turn her into a living torch.
     She crept to the scriptorium door and peered into the hall. With senses alert, she listened and searched the shadows cast by the flickering torches on the white plaster of the walls. Sensing no one was nearby she scurried along the corridor toward the living quarters of the priestesses and acolytes. With luck, she would reach her room without being discovered.
     Her hand pressed against the scroll she wanted to read again. The words of this particular one were vastly 
different from the lessons she’d been taught by the priestesses. Had they lied? Were the ways to use the fyrestones described in these writings true, or were they only a fable invented by some ancient scribe?
     There were other scrolls which told tales that seemed unreal. The aged priestess in charge of the scriptorium had laughed when Ria asked about dragons with eyes the color of the scarlet fyrestones. The old woman scoffed when Ria showed her passages describing wands wielded by wizards that sent lashes of bright or dark flames to control people.
     There was no one she could ask if this scroll contained truths. Questions weren’t encouraged. Still, she wanted
 to believe what she’d read in this scroll about the uses of the stones. They told of helping the people, and that appealed to her.
     Ria sighed. Since the day she’d been bought from the slavers by the chief priestess, her life, though interesting 
had been lonely. Not for her the crowded classrooms, or the dormitory where she could form friendships with the
 other acolytes. She had her own chamber and a private bathing room. During her lessons, she’d been the only student. Even her meals had been taken with the priestesses, not the other acolytes.
     Why had she been kept isolated from the other acolytes? What make her so different? Like Ria, most of the 
others had been brought to Rosti by the slavers. At twenty, she was a year or two younger than most of the young women who had entered the temple with her.
     She’d learned to call fire from every color of the crystals and learned how to blend the flames to form sheets of
 fire. She could impose maps and pictures on the sheets and knew the ways of sending spears of flame to various places. From the tiny flames of the white, to yellow, orange, and scarlet fyrestones, her progress had been steady.
     A peal of laughter made her stiffen. She ducked into a shadowed alcove. After the evening meal, acolytes were
 to be in their rooms, not wandering in the halls. A pair of senior priestesses, their orange robes gleaming in the light from the hall torches, appeared. The women hurried past Ria’s hiding place and entered the harras.
Ria trailed behind them. The noises from the studs’ quarters stirred her curiosity. The men seldom left the harras, except for exercise in the garden, or when they were summoned to the room of one of the priestesses. Until Ria passed her final test, she wasn’t allowed into the rooms where the men were kept. Several times, she had spied on the studs, but only during the day, and never in the evening when the priestesses visited. She paused beside the beaded curtain and peered inside.
     Her eyes widened. Most of the men were nude or scantily clad. Priestesses reclined on low couches. Studs
 offered beverages and finger foods. Ria watched as one of the men fondled a priestess’ breasts. Another man swayed to the sound of a flute. He held his organ in his hand. Ria felt a stirring low in her belly. Her breath caught in her throat. 

Tuesday, April 7, 2020

Tuesday's Writer's Tip Time to Write #MFRWAuthor #BWLAuthor #Writing #Time

ck to John Gardner next week. On Saturday on the internet we had a meeting of our chapter. One thing that interested me was how many of the people weren't writing. I really thought a lot about this. I can understand one member's problem with writing. Sometimes life throws curve balls and writing is hard. But the people who bothered me were the onew who weren't writing and I thought of some strategies they could use.

One of our members has a really good one. She has chosen a day when she writes and this has become a great habit. If it's Saturday, she writes. Not sure what other people have set but setting aside a time when write is what you do and nothing else is a good habit to establish. How can you call yourself a writer if you don't write.

For me, I set a goal of 1000 words a day. Not all of this thousand is new words but much is. Now there are days when the words come easy and I will continue to work on that scene. I've done as many as four to five thousand words on a good day but that doesn't take away the goal for the next day. There are also days when life has interrupted and those thousand words are finished at midnith but they're done.

So my advice is if you want to be a writer, set yourself goals. Find a day or a time when no matter what you sit down and write. This will become a habit and you will feel the need to keep the habit. Set a goal of words. If you wrote just one page a day, think of how many pages you would have in 365 days. More than a book. Do the math. So my advice is to find a day or a time and a goal and you'll find you're not just calling yourself a writer. You will be one.


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Monday, April 6, 2020

Meandering on Monday with Janet Lane Walters #MFRWAUthor #BWLAuthor #Reading #Waiting #Writing

Meander 1 - Reading _ I'm about fantasied out. Been Reading Anne McCaffrey's Pern series for several weeks not. I really enjoy rereading these books but I feel I need a change of pace so I'll be reading some BWL released. One is by my friend Eileen Charbonneau. I remember when she started this book. She was part of the critique group and a fellow chapter member. She's such a lyrical writer and does history romance wonderfully. There are others I'll be reading, too. Then I'll return to Pern.

Meander 2 _ Waiting - This morning I tried to get onto our chapter loop but alas I couldn't get into the room. My computer wouldn't let me download the site calling it dangerous. I used the phone to dial in and I could hear people. Interesting while you're listening to voices to put them to the people. Most were easily recognized but others, it took time to identify their voices. So at present, I'm waiting until the day when we can return to physical meeting.

Meander 3 - Writing - Continuing to expand Tangled Dreams and know the places where I must expand more. But that's for the next draft. The draft I'm finishing is the Plot one to make sure the book follows a proper timeline. Somehow for me having the plot in hand is vitally important. The next one will be more detailed, looking at settings and characters. Then a final look through and I'll be finished.


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Sunday, April 5, 2020

Sunday's Book Moon Summoned #MFRWAuthor #BWLAuthor #Fantasy #Romance

Moon Summoned

Three Moon Summoned women. Ashiera the Seer who controls the winds and sees into the thoughts of others. Dian the Warrior who controls fire and fights with the sword. Egeria the Healer who controls fluids and heals those who are injured. They are joined in their battle by Sieper a sailor who knows the winds, Kobe once sworn to the Lord of Shadows and Jetan a healer of animals. These three vow to help the three women against those sworn to Evil.
Lugal the Cabal reads the winds and thoughts. Sargon the Gladius controls fire and the armies of the Lord of Shadow. Lugal the Cabal has knowledge of herbs and uses them for evil. These three with their cohorts will face the three and three sworn to the Mistress of the Moons.

Previously published as Mistress of the Moons


Janet Lane Walters has written a story that will take you to another time and place. She gives vivid descriptions of her characters and their role in this story. Ms. Walters has constructed a civilization so real that you will feel its very existence. A place where men rule women as chattel for their sexual needs, and three evil rulers who drain their bodies of their very essence for spells and to gain power. There is betrayal and treachery inside of plots, as each priest plans to rule alone. Ashiera, Egeria, and Dian are bound to the spirits of the ones who came before them. They discover a truth that will astound them, and have them doubting their chosen path. They will experience a love that is forbidden and discover that two stand together better than one. I could feel the emotional struggle between love and destiny, described so passionately by the author. I hope Ms. Walters plans to continue this story. I could feel that this is just the beginning of this tale. Janet Walters book, Moon Bright, Moon Dark will go on my keeper shelf, beside such authors as Charlotte Boyett-Compo and Nancy Gideon. I give this story Five Hearts and recommend it highly. Enjoy!


Reviewed in the United States on July 24, 2014
Format: Kindle Edition
Walters is a phenomenal world builders. This is not my first fantasy by her and it will not be my last. Three woman, who control the elements are joined on a fantastic journey as the battle the forces of evil.

Saturday, April 4, 2020

Saturday - Books On Sale #BWLAuthor #MFRWAuthor #MFRWAuthor #BWLAuthor #Sale #Free

Smashwords is holding a sale from now to April 20th and my books are there You can find them at

https://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/janetwalters


My publisher is offering a free downloaded book every day during this time

BWL PUBLISHING FREE PDF EBOOK DOWNLOAD.
One eBook per day during the Pandemic

Friday, April 3, 2020

Friday - The Retreat that wasn't #MFRWAuthor #BWLAuthor Spa #Hudson Valley

Usually on Friday, I have a guest but since I was supposed to be on a writer's retreat, I didn't schedule anyone. I'll talk a bit about the retreats we've had. The first one was very long ago and the Hudson Valley Chapter had people who no longer return. This was held at a spa and we did have a great time and spent a lot of time talking out ideas and brainstorming. Later we began the retreats again and what an interesting time they've been. We returned to the spa and had some interesting sessions but I'm not comfortable with sitting in a room where other people are writing on their computer. I write by hand.

One thing I recall most about the Jersey shore times was reading for critique in the only space they could give me. The bar. Not a particularly busy one but one where people came and went. The other thing here was the restaurant that assured us they would do individual checks but then they wouldn't. Figuring out each person's contribution was interesting.

Then we moved to a place not far from home. The first time was fun but again the room where each person worked on their computers. Our evening meals were interesting. The first a not so good Mexican restaurant and the second a great Italian. We returned to this venue the next year but things had gone downhill there. At least our meals were good.

This year we were going to a place upstate. A town where I'd been once before and had really enjoyed my weekend there but alas the corono virus struck and there is no retreat. We've rescheduled it for fall and have hopes it will come about.

Thursday, April 2, 2020

Thursday's Fifth Scene from Healwoman #MFRWAuthor #BWLAuthor #Fantasy #Romance #Healing


Norna scurried out of the bathing room.  After the evening meal, she’d come here to luxuriate in the baths the way she’d never been able to in the megara.  The curfew bell startled her.  Would she be punished for being out of the sleeping chamber after the bell chimed?
In her haste to reach the room, she turned the wrong way.  She halted at the top of the staircase.  Her mother’s voice raised in anger caused her to back away.  Then she saw her aunt on the stairs.  Norna turned and ran down the hall.
As Norna crawled into bed, she pulled the covers over her head to muffle the excited chatter of the other occupants of the room.  For them, the end of the lunar of the Dark Moon would bring joy.  Her future was unsettled.  She had no desire to become a priestess and remain in the temple for the rest of her life.  Nor did she want to return to the megara and be dragged into Prasutus’ bed the way her mother had threatened.
A scrap of conversation reached her.  “The chapel is interesting.  There’s a wonderful tapestry on one wall and a map of the nomes made of tiles on the other.  Did you know we’re almost to the ocean here?”
The bells chimed again.  Her companions settled on their cots.  Norna listened as their breathing took on the rhythms of sleep.  With care, she rose from the narrow bed.  If she could see this map, she could learn how far ’twas to Bethsada.
She slipped into the hall.  Eternal torches set in brackets along the walls softened the deep shadows.  She crept toward the stairs.  When she heard her mother’s voice, she pressed against a door.
“Leave me alone.  I won’t drink your vile brew.”
“Will you allow me to train Norna as my successor?”
“A drab nursed her.  A drab raised her.  A drab I have named her and as one, she will remain.”  The frost in Bodlesa’s voice chilled Norna.
“What if Midra wants her?  The signs in the cup were strange.  Four colors, followed by red.  That is the color of this nome.”
Bodlesa’s wild laughter made Norna shiver.  “And the color of death and war.  Has the goddess marked her?  When I dragged her to the baths before we left the megara, her skin was unmarked.  She is mine to give or hold.  She will have no high place in the temple or the megara.  As one doubly misbegotten, she must pay for the life the Healwoman gave to her.”
“Will you return to the megara and willingly take Prasutus to your bed and produce the daughters who are needed?”
“You ask too much.”
“Until you agree, the cell will be your home.”  The iron in Ulrica’s voice made Norna ease away.  “Dear sister, your will is strong, but mine is as firm as the surface on the roads throughout the nomes.  Hold her while she drinks.”
Norna fled along the shadowy hall and returned to her cot.  Tears flowed down her cheeks.  What could she do?  Twice misbegotten.  A drab she’d been named.  She couldn’t accept that fate.  She had to escape and find a refuge.  Would the Healwoman give shelter to someone like her?


Wednesday, April 1, 2020

Wednesday The Virgo Pisces Connection #MFRWHooks #BWLAuthor #Medical #Astrology #Virgo #Pisces

The Virgo Pisces Connection (Opposites in Love Book 6)

Join the authors at #MFRWHooks for some great excerpts here  http://mfrwbookhooks.blogspot.com  Mine is from the Virgo Pisces Connection. Finally Megan gets her romance

BLURB:
Pisces Megan experiences burnout. Her third witnessed death on the Oncology Unit in a week is too much for her to handle. Going to her apartment and being alone isn't to her taste. Of all the Grantley Gang, she is the only one not married. She tries to resign from the hospital and is persuaded to take a month of her accumulated vacation time first. Avoiding her five friends, Megan rushes from town, not knowing or caring where she is going. Escaping the ghosts of the dead is her primary goal. During a blinding snowstorm, she crashes into the life of Dave Malloy MD.

Dave is a Virgo a traveling doctor going from assignment to assignment over the country. He's decided two things. One is to settle and gather moss. The other is to find his sister lost years ago when they were sent to two different foster homes. He has found her and vows to rescue her from an abusive situation. When Megan lands against a tree at the house where he is staying, he finds her very attractive. But can he act on this attraction when he must care for her after the accident and his decision she is a patient?

Together, they must find his sister and hope they aren't too late.

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EXCERPT:
The alarm blared and pulled Megan from a dream she wished hadn’t ended. She had found him but she hadn’t seen his face. Another Prince Charming vanished like mist, just like the three men she’d been dating. But the hadn’t been right. She rubbed her eyes, slid out of bed and dashed into the bathroom to begin her morning routine.
Fifteen minutes later, she sat at the table in her apartment’s kitchen and turned the coffee mug in circles. One taste of the aromatic brew did nothing to jump start her enthusiasm for the day. Her eagerness to head across the street to the hospital had lessened every day for months. A year ago when she’d started on the Oncology unit, she had welcomed the challenge. Since that day, twenty of her favorite patients had died. The last week had been horrid with two deaths. With dread, she waited for the third.
These days she felt as though a sink hole had opened beneath her.
Move. Time to go. She had never been late to work a day in her life. Heaving a sigh, she stuffed pen holder, her keys and money in the pocket of her pink scrubs. With her jacket on, she rode the elevator to the ground floor. The town clock chimed the quarter hour. She’d make the seven AM start.
The brisk air of the February morning made her shiver as she trudged across the street. A pale sun shone through gathering clouds. She pushed open the door and entered the hospital by the side entrance and punched in.
Suzanna Winstone, her friend, dashed in and grabbed her card. “Megan, guess what.”
“You’re pregnant.” Like several others of the Grantley Gang.
“No. Caleb and I found a house. Lauren’s house is waiting for you.”
“Don’t expect me to move in. I’m happy in my apartment.” She rang for the elevator. Lauren’s house had seen four of the six members of the Gang finding love while living there. She stepped into the elevator.
Suzanna followed. “Lunch?”
“I’ll let you know.” On three, Megan left and waved.
When she reached the unit, she checked the assignment sheet before cornering the night nurse for a report on her four patients. Then she began her care. Death hovered in her thoughts. Mr. Phelps was going home. Though not cured, he had gone into remission. She took care of him first. Then on to Mrs. Gray and Mrs. Bowen. She quickly completed their morning care. Both responded to treatment.

Megan entered the room of her fourth patient and rubbed her arms to chase a sudden chill. The five year old girl looked so tiny and frail. Leukemia, of a virulent variety caused the child to linger. The little girl’s color nearly matched the white sheets. Megan drew a deep breath. Though the night nurse had assessed her condition as stable, Megan knew the woman had been optimistic.

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Tuesday, March 31, 2020

Tuesday's Writer's Tip _Story Needed #MFRWAuthor #BWLAuthor #Writing #Words #People #Story

There is a third element needed to write novels. Again, I'm inspired by John Gardner.

With Words and a love of them, constantly turning them around, you can become a poet. Creating pictures in short expositions of turning words and their meaning.

With People, you can master short stories for they are an incident in a life. They can become character stories giving pictures of a single moment in a person's life.

But to write a novel, you need a story. For a story must have a reason to keep the reader turning pages. There must be a progression shown. How does a character move from that initial incident is important. To keep repeating the same argument over and over does not a story make. Each incident needs to lead forward heading to some kind of conclusion.

Monday, March 30, 2020

Meandering on Monday with Janet Lane Walters #MFRWAuthor #BWLAuthor #Reading #Thoughts #Writing

Meander 1 - Reading - Still rereading Anne McCaffrey's Pern series. Have maybe a dozen to go. Really enjoy these books'

Meander 2 - Thoughts - I have so much admiration for the governors of the states who are handling this Corono virus bit. They are doing what needs to be done with little help from the feds. Wish there could be a real coming together. I have fears that the number of those infected will continue to grow and we haven't seen the peak. Also I'm wishing that I could get in there and help but my nursing license ahs been gone for maybe 30 years. My experience with the modern practice of nursing is nil.

Meander 3 - Writing - Continuing to work on my current WIP and hopefully I;'ll reach the June deadline. Not hopefully, I will.