Monday, August 21, 2017

Meandering On Monday with Janet Lane Walters #MFRWauthor #Poem #Carpal tunnel #Writing

Meander 1 - Woolgathering

I sit while the speaker's voice goes on
And gather bits of fleece from the air.
A word here. A word there. These words
Are not as he says them.
They're placed in my spindle mind
Until there are enough and then
I turn the wheel and spin them into threads.
The thread is done. It's time to weave
A cloth that's strong and tight.
Some words are hs and some are mine.
But their woven fabrication is my own.

Meander 2 - Carpal Tunnel. I may have carpal tunnel syndrome but this isn't what I hear from others about the condition. It does not stop my typing but when I try to life something using my left hand there is pain and the inability to carry the burdens I'm used to. I suppose if this continues I'll have to visit the doctor. The problem with growing old is all the added aches and pains that hit the body when not expected.

Meander 3 - Writing - Still working on Sweet ea and have learned there are some scenes I must milk further to make them sing. Sometimes one tries to slide over scenes when that's not good.  Two and a half drafts until I finish and then am able to move on to the next story.

Sunday, August 20, 2017

Sunday's Book - Divided Dreams - Janet Lane Walters #MFRWauthor #romance #contemporary

Divided Dreams (Moon Child)

Rob Grantlan has given up medicine to become an author. As a Gemini, having two careers seems just right. His quiet days are overturned by the death of his wayward sister and his taking guardianship of his two month old niece. When he learns the father of the infant is his old flame Andi Sherman’s brother a plan unfolds. Years ago, he hurt her. He still loves her and he wants to regenerate that love. Andi Sherman is now a nurse practitioner in Pediatrics. She has vowed never to return to Fern Lake. The offer of a partnership in a friend’s practice is tempting. She refuses until she learns Rob has given up the practice of medicine. She believes he will leave town. On the day after her July birthday, she returns and comes upon the accident, finds the dying woman and the baby. When she learns the little girl is her niece and Rob hasn’t left town she is conflicted. She still loves him but she can’t trust him. News from her brother brings a threat. Will Tammy’s presence in their lives find a way to allow them to love and trust again?

Saturday, August 19, 2017

Saturday's Blurbs - Books by Delilah Devlin #MFRWauthor #Navy Seals #Western

1)      Big Sky SEAL:

Romance sparks between a bounty hunter and a SEAL on the hunt for an escaped terrorist...

A former military police dog handler, Jamie Burke, along with her former bomb dog Tessa, are still trying to adjust to civilian life. With a jaded, testy personality, Jamie has few friends. Now, a bounty hunter, she's tasked to help federal and local law enforcement search for an escaped terrorist in the Crazy Mountains of Montana.

Former SEAL, Sky Reynolds can't believe Jamie Burke is part of the task force. The last time he saw her was in Afghanistan. Back then, he thought he'd never stand a chance with the pretty, ballsy blonde, sure she had someone waiting for her back home. But here she is, still single, still prickly as hell. Assigned to stick close to her and her dog Tessa during the hunt, he'll use the situation to get close. This time, he's not letting her slip away.

When Jamie's captured by the terrorist, it's up to Sky, his fellow SEALs, and her motley crew of bounty hunters to save her...

2)      Head Over SEAL:

A former military dog handler, now Montana bounty hunter, Jamie Burke's still trying to adjust to life with a live-in boyfriend. With a testy personality, Jamie's circle of friends is very small, and includes one very loyal canine best friend. Which is how she likes it. She also likes uncomplicated, but her feelings for her boyfriend, Sky Reynolds, are anything but simple.

With ex-SEAL Sky away on a weeks-long mission, she jumps at the chance to work with the Charter Group again, happy to do anything to keep her too busy to worry about him. She heads to Mexico with her dog Tessa to be part of a team working to discover the whereabouts of a cache of weapons stolen from the Army. She's thrilled when Sky meets her at the airport.

However, Sky's not happy Jamie's in the middle of this op. Having nearly lost her months before, he's going to stick close. Not a tough job it turns out, since they're staking out a beachside mansion from the mansion next door. Things heat up as they reconnect, but Jamie and Sky both worry about their future, until a cartel arms dealer arrives and bigger worries mount...

3)      Reined In:

Who says a cowgirl can't have it all?

Stormy is a rancher's daughter through and through, and although she went away to college, her soul is firmly rooted in home ground--and the cowboys she grew up tormenting. When she hears her father might be selling the ranch, she packs her bags and high tails it for home, terrified she might never get another chance to lasso the heart of one of her cowboys before the hands scatter to the four winds.

For Cam and Joe, foreman and wrangler on the ranch, Stormy was a pain in the seat of their Wranglers. But when she roars back onto the ranch, the spoiled brat they remember emerges from the cloud of dust in skin-tight jeans and spike heels and all grown up.

It only takes a hot second to figure out she's hell-bent on seduction. But if she thinks they're going to make it easy for her to pick which cowboy she wants most, she's sadly mistaken. And who says she has to choose one?

Friday, August 18, 2017

Friday's Guest - Delilah Devlin - Who She was Before #MFRWauthor #writing

        What were you in your life before you became a writer? Did this influence your writing?
2          I’ve had so many different jobs—car hop, waitress, IT project manager, comptroller, teacher—but the one job that influenced my writing the most was U.S. Army Signal Officer. I commanded units of mostly men. Roughed it in the field, served in a war zone… You get the picture. That experience helps me write “authentic” action and gave me real insight into how guys think. It’s also why I my heroines are never wusses. I didn’t have time for tears or angst. My girls aren’t allowed to wallow in self-pity. When times get hard, they do the work. No excuses.

2.                 2  Are you genre specific or general? Why? I don't mean genres like romance, mystery, fantasy etc. There are many subgenres of the above. 
Well, I’ve published around 180 stories, and I can’t think of a sub-genre in romance I haven’t written. My first love is paranormal. My second is Sci-Fi. I’m best known though for my contemporary romances—both actiony military romances and cowboy stories (I lived in Texas for many years, so I do know a thing or two about that flavor of hero, too). I’d get awfully bored with my job if I had to slog away at just one genre.

3. Did your reading choices have anything to do with your choice of a genre or genres? 
Not really. If my reading choices dictated what I write, I’d write more historicals than I do. I’m easily bored, so I have to challenge myself to keep the spark. Paranormal and Sci-Fi require more imagination, I think. It’s why I love to write those genres. I write a lot of military or ex-military men and cowboys, because writing what you know helps keep the stories grounded and real.

4. What's your latest release? 

I have so many! But I’m most excited about my Uncharted SEALs stories. My latest in that series are Big Sky SEAL and Head Over SEAL. Both are crossover stories with other authors’ Kindle Worlds, so using their characters and weaving in my own made the writing fun! Also, I expanded my SEALs’ world by adding a female bounty hunter to the mix, which inspired me to branch into a whole new series.

5. What are you working on now? 
I’m writing two stories at the moment.

One is the next Uncharted SEALs story, called SEAL Escort. This is the premise:

When “Snake” McPherson is assigned to guard a social media star, he’s not pleased. Edgy after back-to-back tours in the sandbox, the last thing he wants is to tail some “selfie-princess”. Worse, the spoiled little rich girl doesn’t want anyone to know that’s his purpose. No, she insists that he pretend to be her paid escort for a party on some billionaire’s private island. Worse, the woman doesn’t understand personal boundaries, that clothes aren’t optional, and takes risks that make his teeth grind in frustration. But that’s not the only thing about her causing him frustration…

The second story I’m working on is the first in my Montana Bounty Hunter series, and features a hunter by the name of Reaper who appeared in my two recently released stories, Big Sky SEALand Head Over SEAL.  

6. Where can we find you? 

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Thursday, August 17, 2017

Thursday's Second Scene -- Rekindled Dreams #MFRWauthor #Romance #cop

Dana Collins laughed and dropped the phone in the cradle. Though she wanted to spin and twirl in a victory dance, movements like that had to wait. Client number five had signed the contract for her billing service for people in health care. This client had passed the info to a friend.
Yes. She rubbed her protruding belly. “We’re on our way, baby.” She could work at home and never return to nursing, the career she’d spent four years in college to earn a BS.
With a groan she pushed against the arms of the office chair. One hand went to her back to ease the nagging pain. Being nine months pregnant and seven months divorced should make her feel anything but happy. This morning the last of the documents had arrived officially returning her to her maiden name. As Randy had demanded during the negotiations, his name wouldn’t appear on the birth certificate. His ugly words still hurt.
“No child of yours is fit to wear the Grantlan name. Melanie’s baby will.”
Those words had crushed her and she had agreed.
Her memories flashed to the day she’d told him about the pregnancy. “We’ll be a real family.” She’d been wrong.
“Get an abortion.”
Stop it. Don’t go there. She’d soon have the family she wanted. Randy Grantlan was history.
Dana stretched. The nagging backache had come and gone all day. Was labor about to begin? Though she had book knowledge about pregnancy, other than at school, she’d never worked in obstetrics.
Her stomach growled. Dana groaned. She’d been so focused on her new venture she’d forgotten to eat lunch. She glanced at the clock on the mantle above the fireplace. Four o’clock. She needed to eat. As she left the family room for the long walk to the kitchen at the other end of the house, she smiled. She couldn’t wait to sell this place.
The doorbell chimed. Who?
She reached the foyer and nearly tripped over the small suitcase and the infant seat. Though she could drive to the hospital, she Knew Dr. Scott wouldn’t let her drive home after the delivery. The hospital parking lot was the last place she wanted to leave her car. When the moment arrived, she would call a cab.
Dana opened the door to find her birthing partner on the doorstep. The green scrubs meant Madge had come straight from work. “Don’t tell me they’ve changed your hours again.”
Madge shook her head. Wispy curls the color of dandelions bounded. “Not this week. Told the supervisor no evenings or nights until you have the baby.” She frowned. “Haven’t you heard?”
“About what?”
Madge hesitated. “Do you ever read the paper or listen to the local news?”
“Don’t have a paper delivered and spent the day on the computer.” Dana stepped aside. “Come in. I just signed client number five. I was about to have a late lunch or an early supper.” She let her friend down the hall past the huge living and dining rooms to the kitchen filled with every appliance needed to create a gourmet meal.
Madge sat at the table. “There’s something I need to tell you.”
“Wait until I make a salad. I’m so hungry I feel faint.” Dana’s stomach rumbled so loud she blushed.
“You need to take better care of yourself.” Madge said. “You’re eating…”
“For two," Dana finished. She grabbed and opened a bag of salad greens, diced a tomato, added some strips of ham and chicken, plus two slices of hard-boiled eggs with some light dressing. After pouring iced tea for Madge and fruit juice for herself she joined her friend. “I need to do some grocery shopping before I go into labor.”
Madge looked up. “Your due date’s tomorrow. Make a list. I’ll shop for you.”
“I’ll do that this evening.” She dug into the salad and sighed with pleasure. After she’d eaten half the food she looked at Madge. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing on my end. Since you didn’t read the paper or listen to the news, I’ll tell you. Randy died in an automobile accident sometime yesterday. The staff was buzzing with the news.”
“You’re kidding.” Dana wasn’t sure how she felt about the news. Though she’d tried, the marriage had ended long before she’d stopped trying to form a family with Randy.
Madge shook her head. “It’s true. Big splash in today’s paper. About the loss and about State Senator Blan’s daughter.”
“On that narrow road from the Club.”
Dana drew a deep breath. She’d been a passenger in Randy’s car down that road. “Was he drunk?” She knew the answer. He’d never known his limit.
“Nothing about alcohol was mentioned,” Madge said. “The nursing home was filled with gossip and most agreed he’d been drinking.”
Dana made a face. “I’m sure his father quashed any reports of alcohol levels.”
Madge nodded. “Robert Grantlan would do that. The Grantlan family has no faults. One of the orderlies ran into Patricia this noon. She’s accusing every woman Randy ever slept with of joining a conspiracy.”
“Even me.”
“Afraid so.”
Dana thought of her confrontations with Randy’s twin. Patricia had been angry about the engagement, the marriage and the divorce. Dana had stopped attending dinners at the Club long before the divorce. “What are you holding back?”
“He and Melanie Blan were celebrating their engagement.”
Dana met her friend’s gaze. “I know. That’s one of the reasons he wanted a divorce. She was fit to be a Grantlan and have Grantlan babies.”
“The jerk.”
“I agree.” She didn’t completely blame Randy. Much of his attitude had been instilled and cultivated by his father. Robert Grantlan had been furious when all she’d received after her parents’ deaths was twenty-five thousand dollars. “Is there a viewing? Will the coffin be open or closed?”
With a click Madge set her glass on the table. “This evening. All day tomorrow. Funeral the next day.”
Fern Lake Funeral Home.” Madge leaned forward. “You aren’t thinking about going?”
“I might, especially to see May. She’s kept in touch. Look at the layette and cradle she sent for the baby.”
“Don’t go. Call her. Send a card.”
“Maybe I need to see him.”
Dana gulped a breath. She wasn’t sure. Though she felt a bit of sadness about his death, she wasn’t grieving.  Any grieving had ended the day she told him about the pregnancy and how she’d been lured into marriage.
Madge shook her head. “I think you’re crazy to step into that wasp nest but if you need closure, go ahead.”
Dana didn’t know what she needed. She had her life on track and there was nothing those people could give her now. She pushed the rest of the salad away.
Madge rose. “Just to let you know. Jim and I have a dinner date and then the movies. I’ll leave my phone on. The minute you have a contraction, call.”
“Will do.”
After Madge left, Dana studied the shelves and began a list she put on the fridge. She leaned against the cool surface. Should she go to the funeral home? Madge thought she was crazy for considering a visit but she felt a need to see her former mother-in-law. How was May handling Randy’s death? May had often quarreled with her younger son about his drinking and the stormy relationship hadn’t been good. Still, May was his mother. Losing a child must be dreadful.
Dana placed her hand on her belly. “Should I make an appearance? Your daddy’s dead, not that you can ever claim him.” A thought stabbed. When the baby was old enough, how would she explain Randy’s rejection or the threats he’d made if she ever tried to name him as the baby’s father? She’d no doubt he would have carried out those threats. Being called a whore and an opportunist would have caused her to leave Fern Lake. She wanted to live and raise her child here where she’d grown up.
The baby kicked. Dana nodded. She would go, speak to May and express her sympathy. The older woman needed to know someone understood mixed feelings.
Dana walked upstairs to change into the only dark maternity dress in her closet. The dark green color made her eyes greener and flattered her coloring giving her the courage to face the other members of the Grantlan family.
As she brushed her hair one thought nearly made her change her mind. Would Simon come for the funeral?
Why consider the possibility? He hadn’t made an appearance in Fern Lake since the day after high school graduation. There have been no tidbits of news about him in the local paper. Also, though he and Randy were cousins, there’d been enmity between them.
A memory from her wedding night arose. Randy had gloated over getting what Simon hadn’t taken. Her virginity.
She grasped the railing and walked downstairs. Ten years had passed since she’d seen Simon.
Forget the past. All she wanted was to make a quick appearance at the funeral home and speak to May.

Wednesday, August 16, 2017

Wednesday - Hooking Heart Throb MFRWHooks #MFRWauthor #Medical romance

Heart Throb

When she saw the man on the steps leading to the apartment level, she sucked in a breath.  Neighbor or mover?  Married or single?  A rush of excitement rose.  Wouldn’t take much to learn his status.
            Denim cutoffs provided a view of tanned muscular legs.  Her gaze traveled to appraise flat abs, broad shoulders and a well-developed chest.  A slow smile changed his features from merely handsome to rugged and fascinating.  The streak of white in his jet hair looked like a lightning bolt had seared a path.
            Brilliant blue eyes captured her gaze.  Steam flowed through her veins.  No attached man sent those kind of signals unless he was out for a fling.  In that case, she’d pass.  Only the unattached need apply.  She didn’t do married or engaged.  She saw no wedding band, but these days, the absence meant nothing.  Still her plans for a quiet evening began to change.  She started up the steps.  He followed.
            “Hello, neighbor.”
            His deep voice acted like a jolt from the cardiac conversion paddles and sent her imagination into overdrive.  How would his sensuous lips taste?  And those strong hands and long fingers.  How would they feel on her flesh?  “Welcome to Rivertown.”  She paused at her door, turned and smiled.
            He reached for her hand.  “Damon.”
            “Magda.”  She liked the laugh lines around his eyes.  Must be about my age.  Perfect.
            His thumb stroked the back of her hand.  More than perfect, she thought.  Life had taken a turn in the right direction.  Her nipples contracted.  She glanced down.  The bulge beneath his fly seemed to swell.  Attraction -- mutual -- instant.  “So nice to meet my new neighbors.”
            “Neighbor,”  he said.  “I live alone.”
            “Same here.”  Her tongue played along her lower lip. 

Magda Malone likes men and has no desire to marry. She’s been there, done that and got burned. She’s happy with her position as coordinator of the cardiac unit at the hospital. A new neighbor promises many nights of steamy sex. Damon also has no desire for marriage. He had too many steps as a child and sees marriage as a serial sort of game. He doesn’t want to play. When Magda learns he’s a cardiologist, she blows him off. The problem is Damon has fallen in love and he must convince Magda there’s more between them than sex.

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Heart Throb

Tuesday, August 15, 2017

Tuesday's Writer's Tip - Time and Scene Length #MFRWauthor #Writing #Scenes

How long should a scene be? That's a question that involves maybe words or page length. There are other factors. Scenes have a number of uses. One is to give information. A second is to define the characters? A third is to advance the plot. But time works on two levels. One is literal and the other is emotional.

Think of this. When you're waiting in the doctor's office for an appointment, that twenty minutes can seem like hours. When you're excited about something the same amount of time can seem to be seconds. In your book this holds true.

A love scene may take pages to bring from the beginning to the end. I once read in a friend's book, a single kiss lasting a chapter of about thirty pages. Too long or too short. You as the writer has to decide how you're going to employ time. A sentence or a paragraph can cover years.

Why? Nothing of emotional importance happened during that time. There was nothing to do with any of the functions of a scene.

So the answer I've always heard from other writers and teachers of writing is "A scene takes as long as it must." Sort of vague but when you decide how much emotional impact the scene will have, the length usually seems right. Stopping a scene before all the emotional impact is gone will leave the reader wondering and if carried too far, the reader might become bored. It's all a matter of timing and purpose of the scene.

Monday, August 14, 2017

Meandering on Monday with Janet Lane Walters #MFRWauthor #corn silk #writing

Meander 1 - Poem - Man's Inhumanity

Let us sing a song today
Of man's inhumanity to man.
Let us raise our voices high
In praise of violence and fear.
We must accept these murder ways
For we never speak against them.
With eager curiosity we gaze upon the sights
Of napalm hurning children and
Murdered athlets row on row
Of slaughter done by automobile
And other haunted sights.
So let us sing a song today
And make it a mournful tune.

Meander 2 - Corn Silk - This is the season of summer meals where corn on the cob is the star. Unfortunately when one has corn on the cob, there is corn silk. Thin strands usually light yellow and sometimes dark. If any is left on the cob it finds a nesting place between your teeth. Corn silk seems to multiply with each ear you husk. The darned stuff clings to your fingers, spreads over your clothes. When the corn silk season ends I won't be sorry. Unfortunately I know if will be with me next year and next and next.

Meander 3 _ Writing - I'm working on Murder and Sweet Tea. Third draft and there aretwo more drafts to go. I've hit the middle of this draft with writing since I do this with pen and paper. Typing is a bit behind but I will catch up one of these days. I'm not tired of the twists and turns of the story yet and that's good. When I am, the book will be done and I'll be off on another project.

Sunday, August 13, 2017

Sunday's Book - Rekindled Dreams #MFRWauthor #contemporary #romance

Rekindled Dreams (Moon Child)

on October 8, 2016
Format: Kindle Edition

I hoped this spicy novel would end happily for Simon and Dana in spite of threats made to Dana concerning the 
on October 9, 2016
Format: Kindle Edition

on July 23, 2014
Format: Kindle Edition

Can Simon Parker right the wrong and pain he caused Dana Collins? When he drives her to the hospital to deliver her baby, the attraction is still there between them. Can Dana learn to trust Simon again? Will her ex husband’s twin sister complicate their lives? If I say more I’ll give away the entire book. Ms. Walters weaves a tale of a dysfunctional wealthy family, compassion, and love.custody of her daughter.

Saturday, August 12, 2017

Saturday's Blurbs - featuring Books by Barbara White Daille #MFRWauthor #romance #cowboys

Since I was asked to share three books, I mixed things up a bit and chose a book from each of my series. As I said in my post yesterday, all my books, even in series, are standalones.
The latest release:
The Rancher’s Baby Proposal – The Hitching Post Hotel, Book Six
Her Secret Cowboy Crush
Ally Martinez has always been known as a fun and flirty kind of gal. But deep down she’s never forgotten the cowboy who left town. When her crush Reagan Chase comes home after a five-year absence, Ally knows this is her big chance. The guy I’ve always wanted. Only Reagan has something different in mind…
Still reeling from his last relationship, Reagan needs a babysitter for his month-old son. With Ally’s help, he can get his family’s ranch ready for sale and get out of Cowboy Creek. The problem? Ally is one seriously cute distraction. But Reagan will do whatever it takes to keep his heart safe. Even if it means losing the only place—and the only woman—he can call home.

A Rancher’s Pride - Flagman’s Folly, Book One
His Whole World Is In Her Hands
Sam Robertson’s life just changed. In one short day, he found out that he’s a daddy; that his beautiful little girl, Becky, is deaf; and that her aunt, sign language teacher Kayla Ward, intends to fight him for custody.
There are plenty of reasons Sam shouldn’t fall for Kayla. A city girl like her has no place on his ranch, particularly when she’s his ex-wife’s gorgeous sister. But thanks to the judge’s orders, Sam’s spending a lot of time with Kayla, trying to give Becky the stable home she’s never known.
Despite their ongoing custody battle, Sam and Kayla’s love for Becky brings them closer than they ever expected, and Sam knows that no matter who wins in court, he could still lose—Kayla or his daughter.

Snowbound with Mr. Wrong – Snowflake Valley, Book One
Worst. Day. Ever. After Lyssa Barnett’s sister tricks her into reprising her role at Snowflake Valley's annual children's party, she doesn’t think anything can be worse than squeezing into her too-small elf costume. Then tall, dark, and way too handsome Nick Tavlock shows up to play Santa…and an unexpected storm leaves them snowbound in the isolated lodge.
The last thing Nick wants is to spend a cozy Christmas Eve with a trio of kids and the woman who dumped him. But as much as Lyssa frustrates him, he can't stop thinking about her. And soon, he's fighting very un-Santa-like thoughts of kissing a certain sexy Miss Elf under the mistletoe. As Nick starts to fall for Lyssa all over again, he knows it will take nothing short of a miracle to have Lyssa in his arms on Christmas Day.
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