Sunday, December 8, 2019

Sunday's Book Discovering the Jewel's Secret - Janet Lane Walters #MFRWAuthor #BWLAuthor #Fantasy #Young Adult

Discovering the Jewels’ Secret (Jewels of Erda Book 3) by [Lane Walters, Janet]

Do the Jewels hold a potential for evil rather than good?

Seven Jewels – Seven Holders and their bondmates. The words of an elderly Healer send each pair on a quest to learn the secret of the Jewels. Are these gems just tools or do they hold hidden danger for the Holders? The seven leave on seven quests to discover the answers. When they find the answer, they must decide the fate of the Jewels.

Saturday, December 7, 2019

Saturday's Blurbs feature Books by Lacy Hart #MFRWAuthor #Romance #Baseball

After Midnight

After Midnight - A Chance to Love Again

I wear a lot of labels these days:
Single dad, Ex-special forces, widower.
I've survived war, loss and a mountain of hardship.
But I can't seem to pinpoint what keeps me up at night.
Then I walked into the Moonlight Diner and met her.

Sarah and I instantly connected.
She mended old wounds and awoke long-buried feelings.
But scars from her past still haunt her.
Just when I'm finally falling in love again, she's ripped away.

Can I conquer my demons to help Sarah face hers?
Can I earn a second chance at love?

Change-Up - Wes
Life on the road as a pro-ballplayer isn't without it's drawbacks.
And now, without a team to play for, I find myself heading home.
Maybe it's a good thing. I can focus on my daughter, Izzy, and my life.
I need to get things straightened out, including that hole that I never filled after Izzy's mom left.
But, is there anything that could keep me in town if another team came calling?

I came to Chandler to build a new life. But just a few months in, things abruptly changed.
Wes Martin: professional baseball player, apparent local hero and total hottie is back in town.
Our chance meeting in my library is quickly leading to something more.
I'm falling hard for this man.
But am I just another notch on his belt? Will I come between he and his daughter?
There are too many questions, so many complications.
Yet... I can't get Was Martin out of my head.

Balk - Wes Martin gave up a career in the major leagues to be with Kristin, the small-town librarian, and the two have been living a happy life in Chandler ever since. That is until spring rolls around, and the familiar itch of spring training makes Wes wonder if he gave up on baseball too soon.

Should Wes stay in Chandler?
Could he make it in the big leagues again?
Would their newly forged relationship survive?

The complications quickly build for both Wes and Kristin - careers, family, friends, relationships, secrets - Is their desire for each other strong enough to overcome it all?

Friday, December 6, 2019

Friday Lacy Hart is Visiting and Talking About Before #MFRWAuthor #Writing #Romance Customer service

1. What were you before you became an author? Did this influence your choices as a writer? Before I became an author, I had many jobs. I worked customer service for an insurance company, I taught writing skills as an intro course at a college, I handled contest mail for Publisher's Clearing House, and I worked for the Alumni Association at West Point for many years. I also did and still do freelance work for websites where I write articles, blog entries, press releases, SEO material, and just about anything else a business might need. As for authorship, I have always written, since I was a teenager, and writing has been important in nearly every job I have held since my college days in one way or another, so it all has helped form the way I am as a writer.

2. Are you genre specific or general? I don’t mean major genres but subdivisions or romance, mystery or paranormal. I write contemporary romance, but I do have aspirations of branching out to other types of writing at some point, like thrillers or perhaps even horror.

3. What is your latest release? My latest release came out in October and is titled Balk. It is the second book in my Homestand Series, with the first being Change-Up.

4. What are you working on now? Right now I am working on book 3 of the Homestand Series, titled Curveball. This one will continue with the story of the hero and heroine from Balk and Change-Up.

5. Does your reading choices influence your choice of a writing career? I think it definitely does. I read a wide range of different books, but enjoy stories, even in the horror choices I read, to have some element of romance in them.

6. Where can we find you? I am all over the place! My website is, but I am also on:

Thursday, December 5, 2019

Thursday's Fifth Scene Confronting Erda's Wizards #MFRWAuthor #BWLAuthor #Fantasy #Jewels

A man’s roar of pain startled Lorana. She slid the kettle from the fire. A guard shouted an order to halt. She ran to the gated entrance to the outer courtyard and peered through the frill. A bare-chested man with thorns protruding from his skin staggered inside. White streaks shot from his wand.
Lorana dripped to the ground when a bolt struck the grill. A matron of the hareem screamed and slumped against the wall. A wizard knocked the wand from the man’s hand.
The grill hung open. The man’s screams pulled Lorana to her feet. No one should suffer such pain. She ran to the fallen wizard. One by one she pulled thorns from his back and arms.
Someone grasped her shoulders. Fingers dug into her skin. “What are you doing?”
Despite the pain she continued removing the spines from the fallen man’s skin. “For him to have a chance of survival these must be removed.”
“No one survives such a dose.”
“Let her continue,” Mecador demanded.
The hands on her shoulders loosened. She looked up. “He’ll need much care.”
“Can you save him?” someone asked.
Lorana looked over her shoulder. “I’ve saved five men since my arrival though none bore so many thorns. I will try to heal him.”
Mecador nodded. “I’ve seen this one work. Soon after she arrived she healed me but I bore only two thorns.” He shoved the burly wizard away. “Cregan, tell me what happened.”
“He carried thorns he’d collected in his shirt and helped me. He tripped over a half full one and fell into the tangle.” He kept his head lowered.
Lorana looked at him. A shifting of his eyes made her wonder if he’d lied. She continued removing thorns. Her concern was for the wounded man. His breathing was shallow and she could barely feel his heart.
Mecador touched her head. “If you can save his life, tell me what you need.”
“Some herbs from the storeroom. I don’t know their names but I do the scent and taste. I’ll need water to bathe him. The poison will drain through his skin.”
The chief wizard pulled her to her feet. “Gather what you need. We’ll take him to his suite and return for you.”
Lorana nodded. “I’ll do this.” She lowered her head. Perhaps she would learn more about the ways of these men.
“Cregan, use your wand to maintain Arton’s life. You know the consequences if he dies.”
Loran pulled the last thorn from the man’s shoulder. She rose and backed away. Four men arrived. They rolled Arton onto the cloth attached to wooden poles. The man called Cregan pressed his want against the wounded man’s chest.
Unlike the pale-haired man, the fallen man had hair streaked with the colors of fire. She scurried to the storeroom to father what she would need to treat the fyrethorn poison.
In the large room she selected a large basket. Jar after jar on the shelf containing herbs and spices were searched. She dropped the ones she needed into the carrier and added one of tallow to use as a base for a paste. A small container of cordial and one of poison completed her search of these shelves. She found cloth for dressings and carried the basket to her room.
Before going to the gate she instructed two of the women how to brew the last jug of poison needed to fill the quota for trade. She lifted a mortar and pestle and added them to the basket.
She arrived at the grill and found Mecador waiting. He gestured to the guard. “Carry the basket.” He grasped Lorana’s arm. “Just a warning.”
His deep breath raised a shudder. “Why?”
“Not only does Arton’s life depend on you saving him but also Cregan’s.” he led her to a set of stairs and started up.
“I’ll do my best but only fate rules the outcome.”
“Your life is also at risk.”
Lorana sucked in a breath. Though death was an escape from slavery she had no desire for that end. If dead she couldn’t find a way to destroy the wizards.
They reached the second level of the citadel. His giant strides along the dimly lit corridors forced her to trot or risk having her arm pulled from the socket. He halted abruptly and she nearly fell. The guard hit her with the basket. She winced as pain shot down her leg.
Mecador opened a wooden door and pulled her into a room. A fireplace on the wall next to the entrance to a second room burned cheerfully. A table and two chairs stood against the side wall. Hooks adorned the other wall.
She saw comfort such as she recalled from her home. The chairs bore cushions. An oil lamp on the table waited to be lit. Through the doorway she saw a sleeping chamber. A wardrobe, a massive bed with wooden posts and curtains that could enclose the bed and a table plus a cushioned chair completed the furnishings.
Mecador dragged her into the sleeping chamber. “Three times a day food will be delivered. You may eat what he doesn’t. There is no reason for you to leave these rooms and if you are found in the halls you will be punished.” He pointed to the other room. “The necessary for washing and all other matters is in there.”
Lorana walked to the massive bed. A blanket covered Arton’s lower body. She turned to the older man. “He should be turned to his stomach so I can see the wounds and treat them.”
He snapped his fingers. Cregan appeared immediately. Lorana tensed. Would the burly man be constantly present? Would he prevent her from finding things to aid in her escape?
“Turn him on his stomach,” Mecador commanded.
Cregan pressed close enough to run his hand over her hip. She edged back and nearly collided with the older wizard.
Lorana approached the bed. She glanced over her shoulder and saw the men had left. She placed her supplies on the table where a cluster of colored fyrestones formed an intricate pattern on a leather tray. She returned to the bed and touched the places where the thorns had penetrated the skin. Several retained bits of the tips. She needed a knife.
His blue dragon trousers hung on the edge of the bed. A sheath on the belt produced a knife. She cleaned the edge and point with liquid distilled from pine sap. One by one she cut the skin and removed the foreign matter. She mixed drops of the poison with an equal amount of the cordial. She mixed this with the lard and treated each area where the thorns had pierced his back and arms. She covered his back and arms with cloth and managed to turn him over and tied the ends to keep the material secure.
His labored breathing troubled her. In a large cup of hot water taken from the bathing room she blended a mixture of herbs. After adding some sweetened syrup and a measure of spirits she returned to the bed.
She raised his head with a pillow and spooned the liquid into his mouth. At first she had to massage his throat to encourage swallowing. He managed the last of the dose o his own. Soon his breathing steadied. A sheen of perspiration covered his face and chest.
Lorana filled a basin with water and wiped away the river of perspiration. Her fingers stroked his chest feeling the way the hair swirled. She edged the blanket lower to expose his lower body. As she wiped the cloth over his abdomen she saw his male organ grow longer and thicker.
Her face heated. Her breasts felt heave and he nipples peaked. A tendril of heat flowed toward her private places. As quickly as possible she washed sweat from his legs and pulled the covers over his body.
She retreated and slumped in the chair. Why was heat cascading through her? She didn’t understand what caused these sensations. She leaned back and closed her eyes.
*Escape. Come to me.*
Her eyes flew open. Had she heard a dragon’s voice? How could that be? Many, many years ago the wizards had killed the dragons of this land. All but the ones who had fled over the mountains had died beneath the power of the wizard’s wands. These evil men used dragon skins to make their clothes.
Arton moaned. Lorana returned to the bedside. She made another brew of herbs and encouraged him to drink. One thing she knew. If he survived the massive dose of thorn poison he would be immune.
She brushed damp hair from his forehead. On an impulse she bent and kissed his forehead, just like she remembered her mother had done when she was young. Her hands tightened. Being drawn to him frightened her. He was one of the enemy.
Lorana returned to the chair and dozed. Sounds from the other room startled her/ She cowered and pressed further into the chair. Until the sounds ceased she barely breathed. Cautiously she crept to the door and saw a feast had been placed on the table.
She shredded meat and minced vegetables to add to the bowl of broth. She cut pieces of fruit into small bites. She fed Arton all the broth and most of the fruit. When he slept she went to the outer room and ate most of what remained. She hid the hard rind fruit on the bottom of the basket beneath the cloth tunic and trousers she found in a corner of his wardrobe.
That night and all of the next day she dosed and roused, dosed, bathed and fed Arton. Each tie he drank the potion and sweated he became more responsive.
On the third day he sat propped by pillows and fed himself. The door opened. Lorana went to see who had entered knowing this wasn’t the time meals were delivered.
Cregan stood with his arms crossed. “Mecador wants to know if Arton has improved. In six days he must be ready to leave for the clan gathering. He will face a challenge there.” He cupped her face with his fleshy hands. “He will lose and after one more contest you will be mine.” He crushed her lips with his in a brutal kiss. He wheeled and marched from the room.

Wednesday, December 4, 2019

Wednesday Lines of Fire #MFRWHooks #BWLAuthor #Fantasy #Romance

Lines of Fire (The Guild House - Defenders Hall) by [Walters, Janet Lane]

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To honor a promise made to his dying father, Alric trains as a Defender. For some reason the Swordmaster wishes him gone and his first two bondings end in failure. A failed third one will see Alric banished. His meeting with the older daughter of the Swordmaster reveals a double heart bond, but she has been promised to Petan, the Swordmaster’s favorite. A duel is fought and though Alric can read Petan’s lines of fire, the other dueler cheats and nearly kills Alric. Petan is banished but he knows secret ways into Defenders Hall. Kalia, his now bondmate’s lines are tarnished. Not only do Alric and Kalia need to find Petan, they must learn how to cleanse her lines.

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     The challenge match had lasted longer than Alric thought possible. His opponent, one of the desert riders, had been chosen by his clan for the duel. Only one man could win. If Alric bested the other fighter, the local farmers would be spared raids on their crops and herds by the nomad band comprised of rebels against the laws of Investia. If he lost the raids would continue until another patrol arrived. Alric concentrated on the lines of fire flowing over the other man’s skin.
     The younger man was agile and talented with the sword and knife. His hair, bleached by the sun, shone red-gold in the morning light. The lines flowed in changing scarlet patterns over his arms and bare chest.
     Alric’s opponent’s quick responses to each move made him believe the young man read the lines, too. Someone had to make a mistake before they collapsed.
     Sweat coated Alric’s skin. An occasional droplet stung his eyes and blurred his vision. The desert rider showed the same physical reactions. Exhaustion threatened Alric’s control. Then he found an opening. The lines of fire on the younger man’s sword hand faltered.
     Alric lunged and caught the other sword sending the blade sailing through the air. He followed with a sweep of his leg. The desert rider sprawled on the ground. Alric pressed his knife against the man’s pulsing neck vein.
     “Yield,” he demanded.
     “Yielded.” The young man grinned. “Good fight. I’m Jens.”
     Jens turned to the gathered clansmen and the crowd of cheering farmers. “Trade is good unless you try to cheat. We have wool, silver, gold, some gemstones, herbs and spices. We need grain, produce, honey and beer.”
      “Do you have salt among the spices?” a man asked.
     “We do.”
     Moments later someone tapped a keg of beer. Alric opted for a mug of water. Once the formalities ended he searched the crowd for his current bondmate. Before he found her, Jens beckoned. They drew apart from the celebrating clan and villagers.
     “I gather you see the lines of fire,” Jens said.
     Alric glanced around to make sure no one stood close enough to hear. “It is said only those who are heart bound can see them. Among the Defenders I do not speak of my ability to anyone other than those I trust.”
      “Why? I have no bondmate and my friends know of my ability. That’s why I’m chosen for these duels. You’re my first loss.”
     Alric moved further from the celebration. “Seeing the lines is one of the reasons our forefathers used the mists to come to this land. Sorcerers sought to use their talents for evil.”
     “An old wives’ tale I’ve often heard from the elderly riders.”

     “Perhaps. I’m a Defender as I promised my father I would become. I believe what he told me when I was growing up.”

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Tuesday, December 3, 2019

Tuesday's Writer's Tip - The Where of Your Story #MFRWAuthor #BWLAuthor #Writing #Where #Scenery

Where does your book take place and how does this influence the story? Think about settings and how a change in the setting can change a book.

Whn I first began writing and sent off my first manuscript, it came back with a note from an editor. "Your characters exist in a vacuum." She was kind enough to take the time to show me how to put the scenery in and also to show how the characters interact with the setting and how the setting could effect the story.

What the where includes is the world of your story. Even if you’re writing a contemporary, you must build the world your characters are living in. Is it a city, a small town, a rural area. Each of these places had a different effect on the story. Are there mountains, forests, the beach, the ocean, a lake, or a river. These are included in the where. These things may be specific to the place your story takes place whether in the past, the present or the future, or a world existing only in your mind.

When developing the where in your story follow from the large to the small. The small where includes places where the characters exist and interact. For some of my contemporary books I have books of house plans and ones of apartment plans. I also hit the internet for thoughts on furnishings.

If you’re using an outdoor scene, such as a forest or a garden. Find one thing that stands out and make that the character’s focus on the scene. I’ve used places I’ve been such as a museum or amusement park, just using a bit of this as a hook to pull the reader and the characters into the scene.

So make a list of the various places in your story. When writing one of my series, a contemporary one, I used a hospital I was familiar with for a number of the scenes. I did a little moving around, including moving the hospital I really knew to another site because I wanted the cemetery across the street. I also often use a town where I live but I make changes like a city planner when I want to rearrange the location of houses or shops.

So make your list and fill it in as best as you can from the start. You will make changes as you go along but having the basic ideas and focusing on one or two more aspects you will bring the setting to life.

After you have your list then think about the characters in this setting. How do they react to what's around them. One character may be observent and another only skin the surface. There are things to avoid when placing your setting. 

I'm sure you're read books where the writer goes on and on and on about the setting. There can be paragraphs and even pages of description. The trick to keeping your reader interested is to bring the setting in by showing the character reacting to the setting. Another is to choose a feature or two that give meaning to the story and the characters. If you put your characters in a cave, show them relating to the darkness, even to the claustrophobia. Make the setting perform more than one thing in your story. Use dialogue, action and reaction as well as description.

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Monday, December 2, 2019

Meandering On Monday with Janet Lane Walters #MFRWAuthor #BWLAuthor #Poem #Writing #Hospitals

Meander 1 - Poem -- Sleeping Beauty --

Beautu sleeps, her woman's form perfection.
Thoughts slumber in a fog of fantasy.
Opium wisps of smoke keep ehr in a dream.
Her breaths perfumed by vapors of romance.
Soft silken threads spin a web and hold
Her entranced with staring vacant eyes, fast
In the enchanted land of fairy tales.
Dark night of knowledge kisses her. Beauty
Wakes into a landscape stark and dreary
Whirlwinds whip her dreams to tatters. Send them
Away. Stench-filled clouds fill her nostrils
Virile voices stab at her. Rasp her with
Razor edges. Slash her from her days of
Into a state of wakeful watching
Vaporized illusions, vanished fantasies.
What now Beauty? Where do you go?

Meander 2 - Hospitals - My husband is in the hospital, one where I once worked. The place has grown and is a confusing mess. Trying to find him has been a challenge but I've finally mastered the steps. Much different from when I worked here. Even the nurses; station has changed. Real problem is the long wait between hearing what is going ot happen and when he is coming hope. Now I'm waiting for a call. Hope it arrives soon.

Meander 3 - Writing - The Lines of Fire Challenged has been sent off to the editor. I did finish it before the month ended and one of these days it will go live. I've begun on the next one - I think I've called it Tattered Dreams. The heroine is the nanny from one of the other books and the hero a lawyer from several. His wife died leavign him with a sson to raise, the son is the birht child of the heroine. She gave him up for adoption. Mainly because shehad no one to help her, no family and few friends. she was in college. This could be a fun book to write.

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Sunday, December 1, 2019

Sunday's Book Confronting Erda's Wizards #MFRWAuthor #BWLAuthor #Fantasy #Young Adult

Confronting Erda's Wizards: The Jewels of Erda (The Jewels' of Erda Book 2) by [Walters, Janet Lane]

Since the editor asked for a sequel, I realized there were Jewels without Holders. This story goes to fill them in.

Two of the Jewels have no Holders and they must be found. The Brotherhood of Wizards also seeks to find them. Jindera is one of the pair and she must escape her cruel uncle. She wishes to find her twin brother taken by the Wizards who will use him in their attempt to destroy the Jewels of Erda. As twins, they can speak via the Inner Path. The Wizards hope to use this. Mara, is a clanless desert dweller and faces life as the abused plaything of a future clan leader. She flees into an unknown future. On the winds, the jewels call this pair.

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Saturday, November 30, 2019

Saturday's Blurb features a book by J. M. Schneider #MFRWAuthor #Suspense #Romance

Love at Point Blank Range by [Schneider, J.M.]
And my blurb (I only have one book, so this is the blurb from Love at Point Blank Range):

Tormented by the death of his fiancee’ and forced to do the bidding of the local mob, former Navy SEAL Carson Fischer's mundane and unhappy life is transformed when Katie Barrie shows up at a training class. While there is an instant and undeniable attraction between them, Carson knows he is no longer worthy of such a woman and tries to keep his distance. But Katie is persistent, and a relationship soon develops. Just as things are finally going well, Katie's own demons catch up to her. After abandoning her controlling husband and the family business - which cost it millions - Katie learns that the company plans to collect those lost millions by any means necessary. Can Carson and Katie weather the maelstrom together, or will Carson lose another woman he loves?

Friday, November 29, 2019

Friday J. M. Schneider is Visiting today and Talking About Plotter or Panster #MFRWAuthor #Suspense #Romance #Panster #Plotter

1. Are you a panster or a plotter or perhaps a bit of both?
I'm definitely a pantser. For many years, I tried to write books by committing the entire plot - from start to finish - to paper, and my books were overly short and lacked conflict and character arc. I realized that it was because my plotting had to control every aspect of the book – how the characters behaved, how they reacted, what they said, etc. I found it nearly impossible to plot a story without plotting the characters as well, and they were just pale outlines of people with no substance and no depth.

Once I came to the understanding that my characters could think for themselves and that I could let them make their own decisions, I was finally able to write a full-length novel. Now I just come up with a very generalized outline and let the characters decide where things will go. And, even though my characters are now autonomous and I let them do what they want, I find I like them better.

2. Which comes first - characters or plot for you?
I think – and it’s not just for the books I write, but for most – that the plot comes before the characters. In the beginning of the book, the characters are reacting to the setting and whatever is driving the story. As time goes on, they start exerting their will on the story, so as they grow in importance the plot becomes secondary to their actions. By the end of the book, the characters are controlling the plot almost entirely.

3. What are you working on now? Is this a book in a current series or something totally new?
I am working on another stand-alone novel. I was inspired to begin it on a cruise in October, and it’s definitely got an island theme going on, as well as pirates (both historical and modern-day) and – I know it’s trite – but treasure to be discovered.

I have such a difficult time coming up with a series idea. I commit so hard to my main characters and try so hard to come up with unique setting and situations that I tend to ignore the secondary characters. I am working on that.

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.
I am finding that water and boats seem to come into play a lot. In Love at Point Blank Range, the MC is a former Navy SEAL who obviously knows his way around in that area. Additionally, the setting is coastal Delaware, so there is ample opportunity to use the bay and the beach.

5. Do you write every day or just when the spirit hits?
I write every day I can find time in my schedule. One of the benefits of having a day job as a technical writer is that I have learned how to "sit down and do it" because I had to pay the bills. That discipline has given me the ability to sit down and start working. However, don’t take that to mean I like everything I write every day. Just because I write every time I sit down doesn’t mean what I write doesn’t stink. But that’s the only way I know to improve – write the bad stuff until only the good stuff remains.

6. Where can we find you?Website: