Tuesday, November 21, 2017

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

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

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

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

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

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

Monday, November 20, 2017

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

Meander 1 - Poem Man's Gift

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

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

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

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

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

Sunday, November 19, 2017

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

Seducing the Doctor (At First Sight Book 4)

“You’re next.” 

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

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

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

on June 2, 2016
Format: Kindle Edition

A K/U book.

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

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

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

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

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Saturday, November 18, 2017

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

Laurel’s Gift (Paranormal/Contemporary):

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

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

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

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

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

Friday, November 17, 2017

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Thursday, November 16, 2017

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

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

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

Wednesday, November 15, 2017

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

Murder and Sweet Tea (Mrs Miller Mysteries Book 6)

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

After you've visited here, find some of the other great writers who are touring along and perheap find some new authors to read   http://mfrwbookhooks.blogspot.com

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

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

Above all there is Robespierre who makes his presence known.


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

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

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Tuesday, November 14, 2017

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Monday, November 13, 2017

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

Meander 1 - Poem - Plea

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

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

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

Sunday, November 12, 2017

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

Seducing the Innkeeper (At First Sight Book 3)

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

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

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

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

Saturday, November 11, 2017

Saturday's Blurbs - Books by Kayelle Allen #MFRWauthor #science fiction #romance

Blurbs and Buy Marks from 3 of your books

Kayelle Allen did a tour in the US Navy, where she climbed around airplanes (on the ground, thankfully) fixing black boxes that helped pilots find their way home. She wrote her first science fiction novel at 18 and to this day, it's hidden under the bed, where she vows it will remain. Gems from it, however, launched several series in her galaxy-wide universe of stories. From childhood, Kayelle was the victim of an overactive imagination and inherited the Irish gift of gab from her mother. From her father, she got a healthy respect for mechanical things. No wonder she writes Science Fiction and Fantasy peopled with misbehaving robots, mythic heroes, role playing immortal gamers, and warriors who purr. She's been married so long she's tenured.

Bringer of Chaos: the Origin of Pietas
Genre: military sci fi, bad boys, soldiers and angst
Full length novel
Why should Pietas end the war with humans?
His people are winning, yet they insist on peace talks. The Ultra people want to grant humans a seat on the Council. Pietas ap Lorectic, Chancellor of the High Council, War Leader and First Conqueror, disagrees. What's best for mortals is oppression, control, and if necessary, elimination.
Pietas seethes with rage at the idea of human equality. Humans might have created Ultras, but the creation has far surpassed the creator. Humans die. Ultras are reborn, no matter how grievous the injury. They have no equals.
His people permit him no choice. He must attend these insipid peace talks on Enderium Six and what's worse, be polite. To humans.
When a human special ops warrior is killed in battle, he's resurrected in a secret process and inducted into the Ghost Corps. He's given enough strength to perma-kill immortal Ultras. Ghosts are the most hated and feared of warriors.
When the ghost entraps and captures Pietas at the peace talks, the two begin a long journey toward Sempervia, an isolated and forgotten world. Once there, Pietas is marooned and the ghost abandoned alongside him. The two must either fight to perma-death, or join forces to survive.
As Pietas comes to trust the human, an unlikely and awkward friendship begins. Until he discovers how ghosts are resurrected...
Available free on Kindle Unlimited
Amazon https://amzn.to/28QOTpb
Romance Lives Forever Books http://bit.ly/boc1-rlfb (print, autographed, shipping included)
The sequel for this book is Bringer of Chaos: Forged in Fire, out Dec 29, 2017. Members of my Romance Lives Forever Reader Group will have early access to this book and be first to hear when it's released. https://kayelleallen.com/bro/ When you join, you get four free books.

At the Mercy of Her Pleasure, Antonello Brothers 1
Genre: sweet romance, military science fiction, action adventure, dystopian science fiction, science fiction romance
Full length novel
Hired to steal back a prototype taken by the imperial armada, Senth Antonello retrieves it, but his brother is kidnapped to force Senth to surrender the device.
Now he has to rescue his brother, outsmart the armada, and keep the item out of imperial hands. All doable, except for one small problem. He must do it in the company of NarrAy Jorlan, a genetically altered woman whose pheromones could enhance the mission or crumble it into dust with a single siren kiss.
He's a thief. She's a soldier. Do opposites attract? Oh, mercy!
Available free on Kindle Unlimited
Amazon https://amzn.to/1f7FQ2h
Romance Lives Forever Books https://bit.ly/bro-mercy-kl (print, autographed, shipping included)

For Women Only, Antonello Brothers 2
Genre: sweet romance, science fiction, action adventure, dystopian science fiction, science fiction romance
Full length novel

Fawni's people destroyed Khyff's family. To protect his only brother he accepts a mission that will remove her from power. After meeting the female warrior and discovering her noble heart, he begins to doubt his cause, his past and even his own memories.
Khyff's secret truth could devastate her family and make her an outcast. She should shun this human, return to her own people and forget him. Yet how can she let him suffer in the darkness that binds his heart?
His secret truth is her people's darkest lie.
This book is free on Kindle Unlimited
Amazon https://amzn.to/1f7Ge0P
Romance Lives Forever Books https://bit.ly/bro-womenprint-kl (print, autographed, shipping included)

Friday, November 10, 2017

Friday's Guest - Kayelle Allen - Who She Was Before #MFRWauthor #romance #Science fiction

1 What were you in your life before you became a writer? Did this influence your writing?
I've been a few things. I was in the US Navy for four years as an avionics technician. I met my husband while on active duty. As it happened, he had joined the same day I had, so we got out the same time as well. I spent many years as an administrative assistant, then worked as a Human Resources representative, a recruiter for a manufacturing company, an insurance biller for a hospital, and a few other odd jobs. My admin job probably prepared me best for writing. I had to express myself clearly, be organized and follow processes. That works for marketing as well. I'm able to speak in front of a crowd and enjoy it, which was handy as a recruiter and now as a speaker at writing conventions.

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.
I write mostly science fiction and sweet science fiction romance but I also have a sweet contemporary holiday romance and a non-fiction book about writing Sci Fi. I plan a few more non-fictions and I'm sure I'll die long before I would ever run out of stories to tell.

3. Did your reading choices have anything to do with your choice of a genre or genres?
As a child, I inhaled books, especially science fiction. I still read it, and especially like science fiction romance, plus historical (regency is a favorite), mystery, and suspense.

4. What's your latest release?
My last book was Bringer of Chaos: the Origin of Pietas. The hero was a genuine surprise to me. Pietas had been the villain in several other books and I was having difficulty understanding his motivation in one particular novel. His followers were loyal beyond measure to their immortal king, but he was icy cold to everyone. Why did they love him? I decided to try writing his story. The Origin of Pietas was supposed to be one book. However, it opened my eyes to a larger universe than I had imagined. He wasn't a villain at all. Pietas was an anti-hero, yes, and had a wounded soul, but he was noble, truthful, loyal, and had more determination than any character I had previously written. Once I saw the truth about him, I couldn't write fast enough. There will be more books about this hero. He's completely captured my heart. I think once you pick up his book and read it, he'll capture yours. He's mentioned in almost all my other books.

5. What are you working on now?
I just finished the sequel to Bringer of Chaos: the Origin of Pietas. The new book is set on the same barren and forsaken world. Bringer of Chaos: Forged in Fire picks up where the previous book ended and continues the story of the immortal Pietas and his not-quite-human friend, Six. Here's the basic premise.
Humans created a genetically enhanced race to defend mankind. Instead, the Ultras became humanity's greatest threat. Traitors among them helped humans imprison half a million and exile them on an alien world.
Pietas has no tech, tools, or resources, but he vows to unite and avenge the Ultra people. First, he must regain command from a ruthless adversary he's fought for centuries--his brutal, merciless father.
Ultras are immortal, and with few exceptions, they revive after death. Some injuries heal instantly. A few take time. But battered trust and a broken heart... That pain lasts forever.

6. Where can we find you?
On social media, my location says "at the keyboard," which is very true. In real life, I live north of Atlanta, Georgia. Online you can find me here:

Thursday, November 9, 2017

Thursday's Third Scene - Seducing the Photographer #MFRWauthor #Contemporary romance #photography

As Meg drove across the Tappan Zee Bridge the dashboard clock registered eleven forty-five. Why hadn’t Allie returned her call? Meg had kept her earpiece in place and the phone on waiting to hear her sister’s voice. Was Allie tied up at Five Cuisines? On weekends she often worked with Greg. As soon as Steve was settled Meg had to investigate. She had to find her sister and a place to spend the night as far from temptation as possible.
Moments after exiting the bridge, Meg pulled into a visitor’s spot in the complex lot. Lights on poles illuminated the area. She studied her passenger. A lock of auburn hair lay on his forehead. Asleep he looked innocent, a state she knew he’d graduated from years ago.
She sucked in a breath. Her body screamed ’attack” while her head yelled “run.” Staring at his face didn’t remove the temptation to touch him and taste his lips.
Move. Don’t be a fool. Impulsive action means more trouble than you need. But she wanted him. Her hands hovered over his forehead. She jerked them back.
Meg left the car and popped the trunk. What would happen if she kissed him the way she’d dreamed of since he’d come aboard as a staff photographer.
Do not go there. Rule three – Resist the lure cast by dreamy eyes and a buff body.
She wheeled the chair to the passenger’s door. “Steve, wake up. You’re home.” She opened the door.
He reached for her. She ended up sprawled across his lap. Though his eyes were closed his mouth found hers. Heat sizzled from the touch and shot to her core.
“Danger,” a voice shouted.
“Enjoy,” another whispered.
His lips parted. His tongue brushed across her mouth. Heat increased.
She must resist. He would accept everything she had to give and walk away. She would be left with bruised and battered emotions. She pressed her hands against him and pushed away. “You don’t want to do this.”
“Seems I do,” he said. “You’re blushing. How far does the red extend?”
Meg nearly cracked her head on the car frame. “You’re not going to learn.”
He winked. “Is that a challenge?”
She pointed to the wheelchair. “Get in. I’ll deliver you and your things so I can check in with Allie. She hasn’t answered yet.”
“Try the restaurant. Better, we could check there.”
“I don’t think so.” Her object was to see him home and leave before desire changed her mind.
He transferred to the chair. She handed him the camera bag and her overnight bag. She fastened his duffle to the handles. She pushed him to the door where a guard let them in.
“Welcome back, Mr. Morgan. She do this?” The older man guffawed.
“Not her. A mountain.”
While Steve entered the closed mail room Meg ran down the hall to her sister’s door. Please be there, She pressed the buzzer, waited and pressed again. When there was no answer, her shoulders slumped. A series of yawns made her realize how tired she was.
Steve arched a brow. “You set?”
She shook her head. “She’s not at the apartment. Once I have you safely stowed I’ll call Five Cuisines.”
The elevator ride of a single floor lasted too long. Steve’s scent permeated the small space. She felt an urge to break all her rules of life. That could bring disaster or delight. Being torn between sanity and madness made her want to cry. Her lips still burned from the kiss. Her breasts felt full and the throbbing low in her belly reminded her of an urgent wish to be with Steve.
He handed her the apartment key. She opened the door and pushed him into the large living room. Moving the wheelchair across the plush dark blue carpet was a chore. She finally reached the hall and then his bedroom. As they entered she glanced through the large window and saw the moon reflected on the river’s dark waters and the distant lights of the bridge.
“Nice view. Almost like the one from Greg’s place.”
“Should be. His apartment’s just below.”
The bedroom wasn’t what she’d expected. The scene wasn’t set for seduction. Plain deep green drapes matched the spread and the carpet. The furniture was dark and masculine.
“Is there anything I can do for you?” Had she really asked that question? The gleam in his green eyes said she had. “I mean…to make you comfortable.” What imp had grabbed her tongue? She felt her face and neck heat.
Steve laughed. “Now there are several things but I won’t ask…yet. You need to make a call.”
Meg released a sigh of relief. She retreated to the living room and dialed Five Cuisines. “This is Meg. Can I speak to Greg or Allie?”
The words the woman spoke sent Meg’s thoughts crashing. “They left after second sitting was underway. They’re headed out of town for two days.”
Meg landed on the couch with a thud. Was this a joke or a stroke of fate? Now she had to drive back to the city something she’d hoped to avoid. She’d been on the move since five AM without a break. She was too tired to drive to the city. The temptation to stay here tugged like she’s landed in quicksand.
“Meg, could you give me a hand?”
Steve’s shout propelled her from the couch. Steve wheeled from the bathroom. “Can you undo the cast boot?”
“Sure.” She loosened the Velcro straps and slid the boot free. “Where do you want this?”
“By the bed. Hopefully I’ll be able to put it on during the night.” He moved from the chair and shifted his body on the bed. “Did you reach Allie?”
Watching the play of his muscles as he reached the bed held her attention. “What?”
“Your sister?”
She shook her head. “Seems she and Greg are taking the weekend off. I wish she had told me this morning. Let me settle you before I leave.”  She paused. “Is there a hotel or motel nearby?”
"There’s a small motel but at midnight they’ll be full.”
“What about a B&B?”
Her shoulders slumped. “Guess I’m heading home.” She covered her mouth with a hand to hide a yawn.
“Stay here.” He grinned. “I won’t be jumping your bones.”
She caught his scent and turned away. Temptation held her in a vise. “I’d better go.”
“And have an accident. How do you think I’d feel? The guest room is down the hall.”
Her reason to escape vanished. She could handle being along with him. Right. Wrong! For better or worse she would stay. A problem rippled through her thoughts. Her rules of life were in danger of shattering.

Wednesday, November 8, 2017

Wednesday Hooking Murder and Bitter Tea #MFRWBookHooks #MFRWauthor #Cozy mystery #undercover

Murder and Bitter Tea (Mrs. Miller Mysteries Book 4)

Mrs. Miller goes undercover as a nurse in an exclusive nursing home to discover why all the recent deaths.

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Katherine’s newest tenant is estranged from her family and is the granddaughter of one of Katherine’s friends. When her friend falls and fractures her hip, the elderly woman is taken to Hudson House nursing home, an exclusive house. 

Katherine’s friend becomes concerned about several recent and unexpected deaths. When she dies Katherine’s curiosity and suspicions send her undercover as a nurse. Soon she’s deeply involved. 

Can she learn who is behind the scheme to end the lives of wealthy patients without becoming a victim?


Later that evening as I enjoyed a mug of tea, I heard someone at the door. “Who’s there?”
“Jenna. Can I talk to you?”
I opened the door. Her eyes were red from crying, but her posture telegraphed anger. “What happened?”
“Gran is fine. Awake and alert.” Jenna sank on one of the kitchen chairs. “Uncle Marcus dragged me from the room and told the private duty nurse I wasn’t allowed to visit again. I saw Gran for a moment. The nurse followed me down the hall and said Gran had come through surgery with no problems. Why is he so mean?”
“I wish I knew.” I filled a mug for her. “I’ll visit tomorrow and keep you posted. You can always call her.”
“And have him remove her phone.” She sampled the tea. “What really happened?  He said the accident was your fault.”
“She wanted to tell me something, but he was rushing her. When they started down the steps, she pulled away, slipped and fell. I don’t understand your uncle. Why would he lie?”
“Maybe to make trouble between us. Won’t happen.” She smiled. “Did Sophie really rush off to lunch?”
“She did.”
“One of the diners at the restaurant laughed about her haste. Shows her priorities.”

“My very thought. I’ve always known social climbing was her forte. The oldest daughter offered to stay, but Marcus sent her with her mother.”



Tuesday, November 7, 2017

Tuesday's Writer's Tip - Releasing tension #MFRWauthor #amwriting #tips

You've finished the scene and it ends on a high note of tension. How can this tension be released giving the reader a break from high drama.One way I've found is to leave the character on that high note and switch to another character and show the scene that may have some effect on the focus character's decisions to come.

Another way is to give them a space of time to think about what happened  Having them consider their fear that things won't work out as planned gives them time to assess what is happening and perhaps make a new plan. With the fear lessened, the reader can take a breath. Using an accident or coincidence won't ease the tension. This must be done by a decision or an action on the character's part.

You need to establish a cause and effect scenario for your character.

Monday, November 6, 2017

Meandering On Monday with Janet Lane Walters #MFRWauthor #Books #writing #poem

Meander 1 - Poem - Butterfly High

Butterfly kite high
Spies fir tree spears tugs winding
Lines -pulls to touch spring.

Puppet kite, I you guide with knotted chains.
My rough grasped rope holds you in struggle. Bend
As I husband you with elastic cords
And thinning strings cut tight into my hands.
Whisper threads snap and you are free to go.
I dangle vanished ties and wonder why.

Swoop in eagle dance
Find new currents. Ride the wind.
Butterfly kite high.

Meander 2 900 Books - My son discovered my Kindle indulgence the other day. There are 900 books inmy Kindle cloud. What bothered him the most is that I have read them all. Some of them I have read more than once. Some of them are books I have or had in paper. They are books I want to read again and series I really love. The total is probably higher today. I believe I have bought a few more books since he had his chance view.

Meander 3 - Writing. Murder and Sweet Tea is off to the editor. I have begun a new story and so far it's going fast and smooth. I'm sure this may not continue but I'll take advantage while I can. This one is the Leo Aquarius Connection and that leaves just one more of that cycle of books to complete. Feeling good. Writing well.

Sunday, November 5, 2017

Sunday's Book - Seducing the Photographer #MFRWauthor #Romance #photos

Seducing the Photographer (At First Sight Book 2)

Meg is sure she’s made a mistake when she agrees to pick up and Injured Steve, the magazine group’s photographer from the airport. The first moment she saw him, the Blakefield Curse took effect. She fell in love and she was a forever woman. He wasn’t. Spending time with him over the weekend only cements her feelings. She has rules of life and she breaks everyone of them even the new ones she added that weekend.

Steve has been intrigued by Meg and he enjoys her blushes. He’s found ways to raise them but something more is happening here. When she leaves abruptly, he wants to track her down but his broken leg makes pursuit difficult. Now he must find a way to win her over and that takes some time and clever moves.

December 27, 2016
Format: Kindle Edition|Verified Purchase