Thursday, August 22, 2019

Thursday's Fourth Scene Divided Dreams Janet Lane Walters #MFRWAuthor #BWLPublishing #Medical #Writer


Rob stared at Andi and Josh Patton. His hands clenched and he half-rose. She glanced toward him. Her glare pinned him in place. Though protests rumbled through his chest he clenched his teeth. He had no right to the emotions roiling through his head. Andi wasn’t his. He’d thrown away any chance by his blind obedience to a bully.
Seeing her again had fractured the concrete he’d mortared over his love and need for her. Being a coward had cost him a lifetime with the woman he loved.
Memories of evenings, of closeness, laughter, and of sharing visions of the future filled his thoughts. Months ago he’d achieved his dream of becoming an author. His excitement over the contract seemed flat now. Andi was the one he wanted to tell. He searched today’s unexpected meeting for a pinch of hope and failed to find even a grain.
Seeing Josh Patton embrace Andi had abraded his awakened feelings. The kiss had nearly caused him to react with a jealous explosion. A surge of possessiveness gripped him. Not possible. Andi wasn’t his to protect and love.
The closing door ended his vision of them. A knife twisted in his gut. The reaction though well deserved forced air from his lungs. He had no right. He’d thrown his chance away.
Rob straightened and stared at the television. Someone had changed the station from cooking to news.
Some time later the door leading to the treatment area opened. Andi and Josh stepped into the waiting room. They strode toward where he sat. Andi lifted the diaper bag and removed a bottle and a box. “Here’s the brand. I’ll take the bottle to the nurse.”
Rob’s gaze flowed along her long legs and followed the sway of her hips. He lowered his head hoping Josh hadn’t seen the lust in his eyes.
“Don’t,” Josh warned.
“What?”
“Do a number on her again. She’s a good friend. I don’t like seeing a friend hurt.”
How good? Rob couldn’t halt the flow of envy. Was Josh hinting he and Andi were a couple? “I won’t step over the line she has drawn. Since I won’t be coming to town often we may not meet for months.”
“Are you leaving Fern Lake?”
Rob shrugged. “Who knows? I’m living outside town and will be a hermit.”
Josh crossed his arms. “What about the baby?”
“Baby? Andi handed me this diaper bag, but I know nothing about a baby.”
“The infant Andi pulled from your sister’s car. The child is Patricia’s, unless she’s added kidnapping to her other offenses.”
Rob gulped a breath. “No kidnapping. Patricia has done many wrong things, but I doubt she’d want someone else’s baby.”
“The infant will remain overnight for observation. You can take her home tomorrow or have her placed in foster care. A social worker will speak to you about your decision.”
Rob’s hand clenched. Trust Patricia to complicate his life. Add Andi’s returning to compound the problem. “Do I have to decide right now? I haven’t heard anything more about my sister’s condition.”
Before Josh responded Dr. Reed strode into the waiting room. “Rob, thought I’d find you in the surgical waiting room. Someone told me you were down here. The news isn’t good. Patricia died during surgery.”
“Had she been drinking?”
“Blood alcohol zero. I found signs she’d been beaten recently. Bruises are too well developed for the accident to have caused them. A rib fracture. I believe that contributed to her death.”
“Did she say anything?” The few words he’d heard only added to the puzzle.
“She died moments after we opened her.”
“Is the baby hers?”
The older man nodded. “I’d say she gave birth two months or more ago.” Dr. Reed grasped Rob’s hands. “Sorry.”
Rob supposed he should feel more than numbness. But gathering any emotion seemed impossible. “I have some calls to make.” He lifted the suitcases and the diaper bag.
He stepped into the warmth of the afternoon. After storing the luggage he pulled his phone from his shirt pocket. The first call went to Fern Lake Funeral Home to arrange for Patricia’s body to be prepared for the funeral. Then he called Florida.
“Hi, Mom.”
“Did something go wrong with the sale?”
“Went through without a hitch. Are you alone?”
“Why so mysterious? Hattie’s preparing lunch.”
He felt a surge of relief. Her cousin and companion would help with her grief. “Call her.”
“Why?”
“It’s about Patricia.” He heard a sharp intake of breath. He wished he was there. This was the third family death in a little more than a year.
“Hattie’s here. I have the phone on speaker so we can both hear. What has my daughter done this time?”
“She died following a car accident.”
“Was she drunk?’ His mother and Hattie spoke in unison.
“No. She must have lost control of the car. Dr. Reed said there were signs she’d been abused.”
“Who did that?”
“I don’t know. Mom, she had a baby. A little girl about two months old.”
“Did the child die?”
“She’s alive and fine.” He paused for a moment. “Would you like to have the baby with you?”
Silence hung until he feared she’d hung up. Finally she spoke. “I’m too old to raise a baby.”
“Then what should we do?”
“You can raise her. You need a family. You’re alone too much.”
He groaned. “What do I know about babies? I’m not sure I’m capable.”
“What about the child’s father?”
“Haven’t a clue. He might be the one who beat Patricia.”
“Find out.”
If he could. Was there a clue in her luggage? “The funeral is Wednesday morning.”
“Hattie and I will come for the day, but I can’t stay.”
Rob told her what he’d discussed with the funeral director. “Service begins at ten. Let me know your flight data. I’ll pick you up and give you and Hattie beds for the night.”
“Where are you living?”
“At the cabin.”
“You know how I feel about that place. I’ll book a suite at Sulley’s Bed and Breakfast. I’ll hire a limo for a trip from the airport. The trip there and back is too much for an infant.”
Rob released a breath. “I’ll pick you and Hattie up for dinner Tuesday evening at Fern House. You can meet your granddaughter. On Wednesday I’ll take you to the airport.”
“You’ll need someone to watch the baby,” she said.
“On my to-do list.”
After disconnecting Rob shoved the cell in his pocket and walked to Pediatrics. A nurse at the desk directed him to the nursery. Three cribs jutted from the side wall. A table held diapers and some plastic bottles and boxes. He noticed a rocking chair near the window. He walked to the only occupied crib. He stroked his niece’s light brown hair. She curled her fingers around his thumb. He felt a connection that surprised him.
“You’re a sweet child.”
A woman wearing a white lab coat entered. “Dr. Grantlan, I’m Mrs. Ryder, social worker. Sorry about your sister? Will you take the baby home tomorrow of should I arrange for foster care?”
“Unless I can locate her father, I’ll be asking for guardianship.” Though he knew nothing about child care, the baby was family.
“I’m glad.”
Rob thought of how his life had changed. The edits for his first book were due to arrive any day. He wanted to finish the second. Now he had a baby under his care. “Do you know of anyone who could work as a nanny five days a week? She would have weekends off.”
“I don’t, but if I hear of someone I’ll call you. You might consider calling one of the home care agencies. What is the little girl’s name?”
Rob shrugged. “I haven’t spoken to my sister for almost a year. She had drinking problems and left an alcohol rehab facility and vanished.”
“You should look for a birth certificate.”
“Once I go home I’ll look through my sister’s luggage.” He left the room.
As he rode the elevator to the first floor he listed the things he needed to buy. Though today was Sunday he hoped the children’s shop in town was one of the stores that remained open. Otherwise, he had to head to the mall twenty miles away. He started the car and drove to Main Street.
Not only was the store open, but a sale was in progress. Businesses along the street had sidewalk displays. He skirted racks of children’s clothes and entered the shop. The mental list he’d composed vanished. What did he need?
A clerk approached. “Can I help you?”
Rob looked around. Cribs, high chairs, swings, and items he had no idea of their purpose filled one section of the massive room.
“Rob, what are you doing here?”
He turned and saw his cousin’s wife. “Shopping. I’ve become a parent who has no idea what is needed.” He explained the situation.
Dana chuckled. “Do you have a budget?”
“I’m good unless we hit a hundred grand.”
“We won’t go that high. How old is your niece? What’s her name?”
“Around two months and I have no idea what Patricia called her. Hopefully, there will be answers in the luggage I stowed in the trunk of my car.”
“We’ll start with the things you can take home.”
Before long the counter was piled with items Dana considered necessary. Rob felt like he’d morphed into Santa.
Dana grinned. “People usually buy these a few at a time rather than in bulk.”
Rob laughed. “The unexpected rules. What now?”
“Furniture.”
She led him to the section where cribs, dressers and changing tables stood. Rob fell in love with a swing and added that to the selection. He spotted a car seat that boasted he would never need to buy another. Dana added a stroller to the grouping.
When the clerk rang up the sale he gasped at the total. He slid a credit card through the reader and signed. He turned to Dana. “I need some place for her to sleep until the furniture arrives.”
“I’ve the perfect thing. Before Jenny was born your mother gave me a cradle. My daughter has outgrown it and the thing is gathering dust. I’ll have Simon drop it off tomorrow. We can make this a family heirloom.”
“I’d like that.” He drew a deep breath. “If I twist his arm would he help with the furniture assembly?”
“I’m sure he would. He likes tinkering.”
“Next step is to find a nanny. Revisions are due soon.”
“I know several women who might be interested, and I’ll ask among my friends. Simon and I will be at the funeral. I’ll have some numbers for you.”
Rob grasped her hand. “You’re great.”
She grabbed several bags. “Do you have a release date yet? Can’t wait to read the book.”
He gathered the remaining bags and the box with the car seat. “You might find yourself in the pages, but carefully disguised.” She and Simon were among the few people who knew about the contract.
They stuffed the items including the new car seat in his sports car.
“Spending your money was fun.” Dana winked. “You’d better think about a new car.”
“Once I arrive home, I’ll make a call to the owner of the dealership.” He turned the key in the ignition and waved. He drove to the cabin located five miles from town and turned into the tree-lined lane.
The log building had been used by the family as a summer retreat and a winter refuge. Over the years his father had added a stone wing with six bedrooms and five baths.
He grabbed the first of the bundles and carried them inside. A half-dozen trips unloaded the car, including the suitcases and the diaper bag. He dropped those on the long leather covered couch. He dialed the car dealership and spoke to the owner.
“Yes. You heard me. I’ll need a luxury four door and I’m not giving up the Jag.” He gave the reason for the need. “Just pick the best one you have. I’ll be by tomorrow to sign the papers and leave the car seat to be installed.”
His stomach growled. While a steak sizzled on the indoor grill he opened a beer and examined the diaper bag. He found a handful of papers. One was the birth certificate. Tamara was the baby’s name. Then he spotted the father’s name and laughed. Shame he had to wait until tomorrow morning to share the news.

Wednesday, August 21, 2019

Wednesday Rekindled Dreams #MFRWHooks #BWLPublishing #Romance #Billing #Former cop

Rekindled Dreams ebook by Janet Lane Walters

Join the authors at #MFRWHooks here http://mfrwbookhooks.blogspot.com  to read some great excerpts mine is found at http://wwweclecticwriter.blogspot.com She is a Cancer and he is an Aries

BLURB:
Returning to Fern Lake after ten years for the funeral of his cousin and teenage enemy, Simon Parker learns his high school sweetheart is nine months pregnant and seven months divorced from his cousin. Their meeting is complicated by her labor and driving her to the hospital. An attempted cheek kiss lands on her mouth and those old feelings resurface. Dana Collins responds to the kiss but Simon walked away ten years before when she refused to go all the way. In those ten years he has never tried to reach her. Her marriage to his cousin lasted less than two years and she knew she’d made a mistake. Can this pair put the past aside and let the embers of an old love be rekindled?



EXCERPT:


As he finished a second slice, a persistent buzz annoyed him. Not his cell or the burner phone. What the hell. Who would call on the land line? Only one person ever did. He dashed to the kitchen and grabbed the receiver of the wall phone.

“Hello.”

He recognized the voice. Was she calling the way she always did on a major holiday or his birthday? “Aunt May, guess you remembered.”
She gasped. “I’d forgotten. Happy Birthday.”
Simon’s hand tightened on the receiver. He heard huskiness in her voice. Had she been crying? “What’s wrong?” The sound of her blowing her nose reached him.
“It’s Randy.”
What had his cousin done to make his aunt cry? There had been several calls from her over the years when Randy had been in trouble. “Tell me.”
“He was killed in an automobile accident last night.”
Simon wished he was close enough to offer her comfort. She'd always been strong and Randy had been her most troubled child. “When?”
“Around midnight.”
“Where?”
“He and his fiancé were on their way from dinner at the Club.”
Simon felt like he’d been kicked by a mule. A memory of the winding road from the building high on the hill outside Fern Lake flashed into view.
“Fiancée? What do you mean?”
Though he and his aunt had talked on Christmas Day, his cousin hadn’t been mentioned. Had he missed something? About three years ago, Randy had married Simon’s high school sweetheart. “I thought he was married.”
May cleared her throat. “He and Dana divorced seven months ago.” She sighed. “Their parting shouldn’t still upset me since he didn’t treat her nicely.”
Simon sucked in a breath. A dozen memories from the days when he’d lived at the Grantlan mansion crowded his thoughts. He shoved them away. Anything that happened back then would stay there. Moving forward was his style.
“Did he abuse her?” He couldn’t contain the question.
“Not in a physical way.” She paused. “His drinking and womanizing were painful for her. She received little support when she tried to get him to seek help. Robert didn’t approve of the marriage. Neither did Patricia.”
“What do you want me to do?”

Tuesday, August 20, 2019

Tuesday's Writer's Tip - Using Theme To Solidify the Plot #MFRWAuthor #BWLPUblishing #Theme #PLot


Theme is identified as the basic melody in a musical composition. What does this have to do with writing? Theme becomes something that is repeated throughout the story.

While writing Code Blue, I realized the story fell around the various obsessions of the characters. The heroine's obsession of not falling into a controlling relationship with a man again. One character was obsessed with gossip, Another with drugt. Two with particular men. The villain became obsessed with revenge. When I began he story, I didn't realize this but suddenly the theme became clear and I set out to strengthen it.

Other stories have different themes at the center of the story. There are so many but each one should mean something in someway to the characters in the story.

The themes are major issues like betrayals, obsessions, protection. There are many of these broad themes to explore. So when writing your story, think of what the underlying theme can be.

Monday, August 19, 2019

Meandering On Monday iwth Janet Lane Walters #MFRWAuthor #BWLPublishing #Poetry #Discoveries #amwriting

Meander 1 Poem - Soap Bubbles -

Those days were childhood sunshine times and we
Found no misting phantoms, just our voices
Gently blowing bubbles of the mind. Freely
Letting love fly, no thought of making choices
Soap bubbles floating innocently around
Our heads. Children in our buoyancy. Wave
Our wands and watch beads bouncing around.
Turning iridescent rainbows. We gave
Each other laughter bubbling from our souls
Sometimes two bubbles met, joined to make a whole
We stretched and reached and tried to seize
Vanished bubbles, tear damped skin drying slowly
In the sun. Childhood hidden memories.

Meander 2 - Hidden Treasures - Yesterday while looking for a partial manuscript I thought I might want to rewrite in the future, I opened my file cabinet. What I found were scores of partial manuscripts and knew I had to look them over. Not all of them will ever see the light of day since I think they were changed a bit but I found several that might see the light of day. I'll make this decision. Still haven't found the one I sought. Will keep looking.

Meander 3 - Writing - The rough draft is nearing the end. Am working on chapter 10 and there may be one or two more to go. Rough drafts are always strange bits of brilliant writing and drek. Making the later vanish is the goal.

Sunday, August 18, 2019

Sunday's Book featuring Divided Dreams Janet Lane Walters #MFRWAuthor #BWLPublishing #Medical #Writer

Divided Dreams ebook by Janet Lane Walters

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 17, 2019

Saturday's Blurbs featuring Books by Daryl Devore #MFRWAuthor #Romance


Brace For Impact

Brace for Impact
What could be simpler than a routine plane trip from Toronto, Canada to Caracas, Venezuela for a rookie flight attendant and a sexy R.C.M.P. officer?

But Fate had other intentions.

After leaving a disastrous marriage, Paix Allcot begins a new career as a flight attendant. The romance of travel plus the desperate need to be on any other continent other than the one her ex is on seems like a dream job. For the first time, Paix is no longer a trainee and the passengers in economy class are under her care. Especially the handsome passenger seated in 36C.

Guy Lapierre, undercover officer, is following a vicious human-trafficker. He has little time for relationships. Too many innocent lives are at stake. But when the plane crashes and Guy is stranded on a tropical island, he is forced to work with Paix to survive until he discovers that the man he is tracking is Paix's older brother.

Can a pink bra and a hot night on the side of a volcano save the relationship and their lives?

Love My Fate
What's a woman to do when a voice follows her home and makes mad, passionate love to her?

Daryl Devoré’s latest is a quirky paranormal urban fantasy – Love My Fate.
Corporate businesswoman, Capricious Gray, is dragged to a sex toy convention by her best friend. After a mysterious disembodied voice helps her with her purchases, it follows her home. Passion ensues, leaving Capri torn between lust for her fantasy lover and the desperate need for reality in her life.
 Thall, son of one of the Fates, harbours the irrepressible need to be with the woman he's desired from afar for years. In order to make her his, once and for all, he must help Capri get past her fears, including the fear of what he represents - a fantasy.
Can fantasy become a reality for these two lovers?


To save Darien's life his brother asks, "Can you walk in high heels?"
Erika Bailey, owner/manager of a drag queen club in Bangkok, Thailand has happily settled into all aspects of her new life, except for her lack of a love life. When a new diva auditions, Erika is bewildered over her instant attraction to the blond God, Apollo.
Darien Scott is on vacation after a world tour and mistakenly figures the safest place to be is at The Black Dragon with the head of a Triad. When the club is hit, Darien is the only person to get out alive. Now   he's running from the police and a Triad. Mistake number 1.
Disguised as a drag queen, he's hired by Erika, but falls hard for his new boss, then struggles with not coming clean with her. Mistake number 2.
Can he fix his mistakes and find a life filled with love or is he headed straight for mistake number 3?


Friday, August 16, 2019

Friday's Guest Daryl Devore Talking about Who She Was Before #MFRWAuthor #Romance #Sweet #Heat


1.       What were you in life before you became a writer? Did this influence your choices as a writer?

High school teacher. Yes, the first book that I wrote – as Victoria Adams (pen name), I wrote because 2 of my students complained that there was nothing for them to read (pre- Twilight). It was an NA – new adult – before that genre actually existed.

2.       Are you genre specific or general?

General. I write whatever my muse feels like.

3.       What is your latest release?

This a deserted tropical island crash story. An RCMP officer and a flight attendant get stranded on a Caribbean island.

4.  What am I working on now?

Too many things. I am design two covers – about to start a rewrite of my medieval romance and change it from a 1 book story to a 3 book epic – at least that’s what the theory is. Plus I have several other projects on the go.


5. Are you genre specific or general? I don’t mean major genres but sub divisions of romance, mystery, paranormal.

I’m guessing I’m pretty much specific – romance – but that medieval romance but actually end up more of a fantasy.

6. Did your reading influence your choice of a writing career?

No. Well – yes and no. I grew up reading British mysteries – Agatha Christie – Dorothy L Sayers. I love the way they crafted their stories. When people tell me – you can’t write that way – I snort – Agatha Christie did and look how many books she sold.

7. Where can we find you?

At home. LOL – but I’m guessing you mean online











Thursday, August 15, 2019

Thursday's Fourth Scene Melodic Dreams Janet Lane Walters #MFRWAuthor #BWLPublishing #Romance #Occupational Therapy # Music


The moment he heard the car taking Maria and the boy away, Jay dialed the detective agency he’d used to trace Delores. Four years ago, he’d wanted her location so she could be served with divorce papers, nothing more. But now, questions abounded.
A woman answered. “Black and Black Investigations, how can we help you?”
“Amos Black, please.”
“I’ll see if he’s free. Who should I say is calling?”
“Jay Lockley. I need his services again.”
“One moment.” A short time later, the rasping voice he remembered reverberated in his ear. “Mr. Lockley, what can I do for you?”
Jay explained the arrival of Maria and the boy. “She brought documents that look legit but I wonder if they’re forgeries.”
“A child you say. One who appears to be the right age?”
“Yes.”
“Let me pull your file on screen.”
Jay tapped his fingers on the table. Could the answer be easily found? Had the detective failed to give him everything he’d discovered?
“Mr. Lockley, I’ve reviewed your former request. All you wanted was for me to locate your estranged wife. I did and sent confirmation of her death.”
“I had no idea there was the possibility of a child,” Jay said. “These are the papers I was given.” He listed them. “I’ll fax copies. And I’d like to know why the child was missed.”
“Who gave them to you?”
“Maria Russo claims to be Delores’ sister and guardian of the child she claims is my son. I need to know the truth. If he’s mine I’ll claim him in court if necessary.”
“You could ask for a DNA test?”
“I could but I want to know more about the Russo family.” He gripped the receiver. He was ninety-nine percent sure the boy was his. Dealing with a woman who looked like Delores raised suspicions. He wanted to know if Maria was as greedy and as self-serving as his dead wife had been.
Emotions triggered by memories of the days of feeling like a naïve fool swamped him. Added to those feelings the attraction toward Maria churned his thoughts as though they were whirled in a blender.
“Just what do you want me to do?” Amos asked.
Since he knew the man would do no more or less that he asked Jay began. “Check the validity of the papers I’ll fax. Investigate Maria and Carlo Russo.”
“Looks like I’m taking a road trip,” Amos said. “This will cost.”
“How much?”
For a moment there was silence. “Say five grand. I’ll need to fly and rent a car.”
“I’ll wire the money. I need the truth so I can act.” Excitement bubbled in his thoughts. “This time I expect a detailed report of everything you learn. Call me when you arrive.”
“Will do.”
Jay disconnected and carried the folder and papers to the studio where he faxed the documents. He booted the computer and wired the money. As he slipped the papers into the folder he found several pages of music. He stared. He’d been working on these melodies just before Delores left.
Why had she taken them? Then he saw his name had been crossed out and hers written above. Had she planned to pass them off as hers?
As he studied the notes, he laughed. The melodies, one bright and the other dark, had fluidity and power. He propped the sheets on the piano rack. One by one he played them. During a second pass, he jotted notes where revision was needed. He gripped the uncompleted movie score. Yes. These melodies would fit the score. He worked to the point where the harmony needed to be added. In his head, he heard an orchestra.
When exhaustion forced him to halt, he groaned. He could hear the ending and wanted to push ahead. His fingers cramped. His hands curled. Waves of pain tore his concentration to shreds. He rubbed one hand over the other. What if they remained frozen into claws?
Slowly, the throbbing eased. He sank on a chair and closed his eyes. Maria. Her face appeared and he saw warmth in her dark honey eyes. He must thank her for returning the music.
Warmth flowed over his skin. She was so like and unlike the haunted memories of Delores. In Maria’s eyes, he’d seen none of the calculation that had filled his dead wife’s. What he’d seen from Maria had been love for the child and anger toward him.
His hands spasmed. Why this attraction for a woman he had no reason to trust?
His thoughts flitted to the boy. Those green eyes, exactly the shade as his had raised hopes he couldn’t accept. Until he knew the child wasn’t part of a scheme for sticky fingers to plunder his purse he must remain detached.
One thing worried him. How could a woman who looked like Delores’ twin turn discord into harmony?
His thoughts drifted to the days of his first success. A Broadway musical with songs sweeping through the city and the country. He’d been feted and followed by cameras and fans. One night the producer had taken him to s small club where Delores had sung. The words and melody of one of his ballads had flowed on her silky voice. Her smoldering glances and her lush body had enchanted him.
He’d been naïve. A rich boy with a famous father and a mother more interested in charities than children. He’d been ripe for seduction and hungry for love. He’d fallen fast and hard, taken her to his apartment for a night filled with sex. She’d stayed. He’d written songs for her with melodies showcasing her silky voice. Their affair had erupted like earth birthing a new volcano. A month after that first meeting, they had married.
She hadn’t given up her obsession with stardom. Not long after the wedding she had asked him to get together with the lyricist and write a musical for her. He’d tried but his muse had vanished.
Pregnancy should have put her desire on hold. For days she had screamed and blamed him for carelessness. Two months later she’d left to go home and have an abortion. She’d taken every cent from their joint accounts.
What a fool he’d been.
Jay’s hands clenched. Those days were gone. He’d found music again. He couldn’t allow Maria or anyone to drive him into that dark place where cacophony ruled.
The clock chimed eight times. He left the studio and headed to the kitchen to heat one of the meals Mrs. Greene left for him. Before he’d eaten two bites of the chicken pot pie, the doorbell rang.
“What now?” he muttered.
“Jay, where are you?”
He groaned and knew she wouldn’t leave. Even if he’d been in the studio, Manon would invade. “Kitchen.”
Manon strode into the room with Rafe two steps behind. “Are you back to earth?” she asked.
He shrugged. “For long enough to eat.” He wasn’t about to tell her about his stroll through memories. “I’m alive. I’m eating. You can go home.”
Rafe opened the refrigerator and took out a beer. He gestured to Jay. Jay shook his head. As soon as they left, he intended to return to the studio.
Rafe raised the beer. “She’s going to grill you about out dinner companions. A beautiful woman and a delightful boy.”
Jay’s suspicions escalated. How had Maria learned about his sister’s Monday visits to Louie’s? How long had Maria been in town?
Manon filled a glass with water. “How can you deny Jamie’s your son? What are you going to do about him?”
Jay dropped his fork on the table. “What did she tell you? How did she choose the same restaurant?” Though he asked, he knew the answer. Disappointment made him groan. Maria and the boy had been in Fern Lake long enough to learn all she could about him and his family. She was no different from Delores.
Manon’s green eyes frosted. “She lives in the apartment complex. Louie’s is a short walk for a small boy.” She glared. “He’s as greedy for black olives as you are. No way can you deny he’s your son.”
Jay lifted his fork. “I can’t be sure. You only met Delores once. She knew every trick and I bought them all. Maria is her sister. I need to know if this is a scam.”
Rafe nodded. “Sensible. I liked her though and she will be working at the hospital. I’m sure she was vetted.”
“I need proof of her reason for arriving in Fern Lake.”
Rafe raised his beer. “How do you plan to learn?”
“I hired a detective, the same one who brought the news of Delores’ death. Maria said the boy was delivered at the hospital.”
“Possible,” Manon said. “She does need help.”
“I offered to pay for his pre-school.”
Manon set her glass on the table. “I’m glad. Don’t lose your chance to know Jamie by being stubborn.”
Jay shrugged. “I’ll wait until I’m sure.” Maria’s smile flashed in his thoughts. His hands fisted. No way would she trick him the way her sister had.

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Wednesday, August 14, 2019

Wednesday Divided Dreams Janet Lane Walters #MFRWHooks #BWLPublishing #Romnce #Medical #Nurse practitioner #Writer


Divided Dreams ebook by Janet Lane Walters
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BLURB:
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?



EXCERPT:


As they wheeled his sister away Rob strode to the waiting room door. What had Patricia meant by her words? Had someone hurt her? Was she in danger? Who should he care for?
He stopped at the admissions’ desk. “I’m here about the woman who just arrived by ambulance.”
The clerk looked up. “Dr. Grantlan, do you know her? The EMTs had no idea. They found no identification, but they left two suitcases I was about to open.”
“Her name is Patricia Grantlan.” At her startled gasp he continued. “She’s my sister, but I have no idea if she has insurance. I’ll handle the bills.”
She passed a clipboard holding several forms to him. “Fill these out as best as you can.”
Rob retreated to a seat at the rear of the room. He added as much information as he could. After returning the forms the clerk gave him the suitcases. He returned to his seat on one of the plastic chairs facing a television tuned to a cooking show.
A young woman with light brown hair entered. A diaper bag hung from her shoulder. She must be the baby’s mother. Relief rolled like a stream released from a beaver’s dam. Patricia hadn’t caused a fatality. The young woman stopped at the desk.
Who was she? Though curious, knowing wouldn’t halt the thoughts galloping through his head. Something about the way she stood with one hand on her hip drew him and made him think he knew her. Her shorts revealed long tanned legs. Would her face match the rear view?
He groaned. She reminded him of Andi Sherman. Why think of her now? He’d ruined any chance of a future with her. Twelve years ago, he’d followed his father’s demands and told her he didn’t love her. Once more the words spoken in a steel-coated voice slid into his thoughts.
You want to go to college and become a doctor. Though that’s not my choice for you, I’ll accept your decision. Your brother will have the place I reserved for you. Do you want college?
Yes.”
Ditch Andi Sherman. She’s poor white trash. Members of her family are known criminals. Unless you tell her what she is, forget your plans. Forget any inheritance. Your brother will be near your trysting place and will report to me.
He’d followed his father’s orders. Rob still remembered that evening and the tears in her eyes. He swallowed memories of his failure to face his bullying father.
The young woman turned. She studied the rows of waiting people. Her face blanched.
His felt on fire. Andi Sherman was back in town. Why? She had no family in Fern Lake. His hands clenched. Her beauty stunned him. He wanted to go to her, but that would be the wrong move. She walked toward him. Her braced shoulders and stiff spine showed this wasn’t her choice.
“I’m sorry.” His voice sounded hollow.
“No reason. What happened in the past should remain there.” The coldness in her voice chilled him.
“That’s not what I meant.”
She shrugged. “The woman at the desk told me the driver of the wrecked car I came upon was your sister.”
“She was.” He drew a deep breath and caught a faint aroma of lilacs. “Is your baby all right?”
Her laughter held a strange note. “The child wasn’t mine.” She dropped the diaper bag on his lap. “The infant was in the car your sister drove. I took the little girl to my car and grabbed this. Forgot to give it to the EMTs. Looks like the baby is your responsibility.”

Rob swallowed. She was right, but he was uneasy with the news. What did he know about children? “What are you doing in Fern Lake?”

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Tuesday, August 13, 2019

Tuesday's Writer's Tip -Checklist for Using Mood to Perk Up your story Janet Lane Walthers #MFRWAuthor #BWLAuthor #Zumaya #Mood

Check lists are always fun at least for me. So when I'm doing a final revision of my stories, I sit and check what I've done.  Though I cann this draft Words, it's more a general sense of what I've hoped to accomplish with my words.

Have I chosen a proper form. My books generally fall into the comedy form. There may be some elements of tragedy but these do not overwhelm the story. I'm not really a melodrama kind of writer. My characters are more average than those who seem to be epic characters. I envy writers who can create larger than normal characters.

Then I read for atmosphere. My books tend to be light but I have some that tend more to darkness. I try to find ways to turn what could be dark and tragic into something that's brighter, especially since many of my stories have medicine at the base.

Emotional tone is hard and sometimes means re-writing a scene or two to make sure I'm stirring the emotion I want the reader to experience. I try to use humor in some scened to make people laugh. I remember once reading a short story to my critique group and had us all laughing to hard I could barely finish. This was one time when I knew the emotional tone was on target.

The final thing I look at is the masculine or feminine focus of the scene. I often have to look at this very hard. When using a male point of view in a scene, I need to look at the way men act and react. The same goes for a female slanted scene.


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