Wednesday, October 31, 2018

Wednesday The Cancer Capricorn Connection #MFRWHooks #BWLPublishing #Medical romance

The Cancer-Capricon Connection (Opposites in Love Book 4) by [Lane-Walters, Janet]
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She’s a Cancer and he’s a Capricorn. She has a secret she wants to keep but moments after they meet again, he realizes that her daughter is his, and he wants to be part of their life.

Memories of the past and her hurt brings Cate’s old anger back to the surface but Rick realizes what a fool he was in his single-minded desire to follow his dream. He now has the medical degree he desired enough to set his love for Cate aside. His guilt and her anger clash as they try to find ways to show their daughter how much they love her.


Cate closed her eyes lest her friend see the sorrow and anger ever present in her thoughts. She’d lost her chance for a full life when he’d left ten minutes after the graduation ceremony ended without a goodbye. She hadn’t been able to tell him about the pregnancy and she’d been too angry to call him.
“I’m content without a man in my life.” She smiled. “Maddie is great company.”
“She won’t be with you forever.”
“I know but right now I’m content.”
Lauren walked to the kitchen door. “What a great swing set. I’m glad you found someone to set it up. Keeps the kids from trying to help.”
“Bought it in town yesterday morning and the set up was part of the price.” Cate joined her friend. She studied the massive structure. There were swings, a seesaw, and an overhead grill for climbing with a play house on the opposite side from the slide. “Maddie picked this two years ago. Wouldn’t fit in a city apartment.”
Lauren touched Cate’s shoulder. “I’m sorry I never heard about your mother’s death. Mail was often lost as I wandered from country to country.”
“Don’t feel bad about not knowing.” Cate turned from the door. “The kitchen is in order. I wonder how the others are doing?”
Lauren laughed. “Liz is organized and efficient. About Megan and Jenessa, think chaos. One will undo what the other has done. Megan wants color coordination. Jenessa just wants to finish.”
A picture of her two friends formed. “Megan will have a good time finding towels that match.” A sound caused her to turn.
Liz stepped into the room. “Dining room and study are done. Books are shelved. Do you ever read for fun?”



Tuesday, October 30, 2018

Tuesday's Writer's Tip Continuing the senses - Taste #MFRWAuthor #BWLPublishing #Scent

Another sense we often forget when writing is the sense of taste. How often do we write a sentence like "She dug into the chicken and mashed potatoes." We might right about the smell of fried chicken but how often do we write something like this. She tasted the fried chicken and savored the hint of spices on her tongue.

As we eat our food, we often thing about the taste. "The coffee was bitter. Or The coffee tasted like it was nine tenths water rather than the strong brew she craved.

There are a lot of taste words to help in the description. Like sweet, sour, bitter salty. Bringing the taste of what the characters are eating can bring the reader into the story and trigger their taste buds with memories. So consider adding a bit of the taste of things into the story.



Monday, October 29, 2018

Meandering on Monday with Janet Lane Walters #MFRWauthor #BWLPublishing #Poem #Thoughts #Writing

Meander 1 - Poem - Bear Trap --

Don't walk into the trap, my friend.
The jaws will close too tight.
They'll bind you when you want to flee.
So you must tear yourself.
But they all have jagged jaws
That pierce into your flesh.
Embedded teeth and bleeding stumps
Become a deformity.
Some traps seem a fantasy
Of silken subtle dreams.
Don't walk into the trap, my friend.

Meander 2  - Rhoughts - The week has been dreadful, not for me except in a sideways way. There was a man building bombs and wanting to kill some leaders of our country. He didn't succeed. I'm glad. What saddens me is how some people think they were the target even though they encourage this kind of behavior. Then in a quiet neighborhood in the city where I once called home, another man took guns and killed people who were worshipping God. Once again the vitrol of the day gave him the spur to plunge him into murder of innocent people. Don't know what I can do but I will try.

Meander 3 _ Writing _ Moving slowly forward with my latest story. Children of Fyre. Three more chapters to sketch out. Then I can begin to write them.

Sunday, October 28, 2018

Sunday's Book The Taurus Scorpio Connection #MFRWauthor #BWLPublishing #Medical Romance #Astrology

The Taurus Scorpio Connection (Opposites In Love Book 2) by [Lane-Walters, Janet]

Her mother was a hired nanny and her father the Mellwood Bank. This is the way Taurus Laurel Richmond describes her family. After burning out as a nurse with an international health agency, she returns to Eastlake, the one place she where she felt connected. She studied nursing here and made a number of friends. Her one problem is her wealth. Soon she will receive a fortune. But money hasn’t given her the things she wants, a home, a family and love. Since a chance visit after summer camp with a friend made there, her idea of a man to love has been Alex Carter.

Alex Carter is a Scorpio, a single dad with a five year old son. He’s a general practitioner at Eastlake Community Hospital. While attracted to Laurel, he has one problem. His ex and now dead wife had a lot of money and little sense. Drugs and her fast friends were her life. She abandoned their son who cried for hours until his father returned. Alex has no love for women with money. Attraction or not he refuses to admit he’s falling for Laurel.

With the help of Alex’s son, Laurel sets out to prove to Alex she’s in town for the long haul and she will make the perfect wife and mother.

Janet Lane Walters has written a charming tale.
As a child, Laurel Richmond was trapped in a car with her dead parents for hours. After losing them, Laurel's next of kin was a bank. Laurel hides her immense wealth, traveling internationally as a nurse, helping the sick. She decides to settle in Eastlake, a small community.

She once summered with her friend Megan, developing a huge crush on Megan's brother, Alex, who is now a divorced doctor raising his young son Johnny. Alex is leary of wealth because his rich ex-wife had no time for him or Johnny, but Johnny takes to Laurel right away.

The glimpses of a family life that Laurel experiences with Johnny and Alex leave her longing for her dreams to become reality. Can she get Alex to realize that money may bring power, but love offers peace?

September 21, 2018
Format: Paperback

Saturday, October 27, 2018

Saturday's Blurbs featuring Books by S Peters-Davis #MFRWAuthor #BWLPublishing #Mysters #Paranormal

Malevolent (A Kendra Sparks Novel Book 2)

Malevolent, A Kendra Spark Novel – Bk 2
Kendra Spark, suspense-mystery writer and communicator with the dead, signs on to the next FBI Special Task Force case, trafficked girls that are marked to lose their souls.
Jenna Powers, ghostified criminal analyst, sticks close to the case as she and Kendra are also marked by the same malevolent supernatural force.
Derek Knight, lead FBI Agent on this case, learns of the malevolent entity and the deeper paranormal realm of danger.
Kendra’s unfiltered feelings for Derek struggle to take a backseat, and as the menacing threat grows more intense, so does her passion for Derek.
Derek faces uncertainties he’s never dealt with in his past, like malicious entities and the loss of his heart to love. How can he protect Kendra against forces he can’t see?   
As boundless supernatural danger intertwines with the future reality of the trafficked teens, Kendra and Jenna realize only they can shoulder the rescue by calling in a voodoo priestess…

Unorthodox, A Kendra Spark Novel - Bk 1
Kendra’s ability of communicating with the dead is requested by her FBI criminal analyst friend to stop a killer from murdering agents.
Kendra Spark, suspense-mystery romance author and communicator with the dead, is requested to hop on the first flight to D.C.
Jenna Powers, FBI criminal analyst and estranged best friend of Kendra, gets ghosticized in a fatal accident before relaying all the details of the FBI killer case.
Derek Knight, a dedicated (hot) FBI Special Task Force agent, takes lead on the case.
The investigation into the FBI agent killings continues as Kendra, Jenna – yes, even after death – and Derek work together on the case before Director of the Special Task Force Jackson Powers’ number is up. He’s Jenna’s father and the end-game of the killer’s target list.
Somehow the elusive killer remains undetected, until Kendra’s unique ability produces results and a final possibility at stopping his killing spree before it’s too late.

Secret: At HL Woods
A high school ghost-seer, an all-star jock, and a bully, cross paths, sparks spew, and lives change…
Bri, seventeen-year-old ghost-seer, keeps her ability under wraps at the new school until a murdered couple from the 60’s asks for help.
Kyle, a high school jock, realizes the new girl lives next door; she’s crazy cute, goth-odd, and too convenient to ignore.
Max, Kyle’s best friend, only sees Bri as a wicked threat.
Luke, Bri’s gay best friend, moves in for the summer, escaping his abusive father.
Paths cross, sparks spew…will anyone remain the same after?

Friday, October 26, 2018

Friday's Guest S Peters-Davis #MFRWAuthor #BWLPublishing #Mysteries Paranormal Young adult

What's your genre or do you write in more than one?

SPD – Hello, Janet and everyone visiting Eclectic Writer: ) I’m excited to be here – thanks so much, Janet, for having me.

In answer to your question, I write a mix of genre – supernatural, paranormal, suspense-thriller, crime and romance for both mainstream and Young Adult readers. I write mainstream as S. Peters-Davis and YA as DK Davis.

Did you choose your genre or did it choose you?

SPD – Great question, and I guess “both” would be the correct answer. I write pretty much what I enjoy reading…sort of ingrained since childhood.

Is there any genre you'd like to try?  Or is there one you wouldn't?

SPD – I’m writing something new with the Kendra Spark Series crime-suspense-thriller along with the supernatural, paranormal romance part. This mainstream series is something new for me…and I have to admit, I’m really enjoying the research and writing.

What fiction do you read for pleasure?

SPD – I read a number of genres – my favorite is paranormal romance, but I also enjoy crime, mystery, historical, and fantasy, as long as there’s at least an element of romance included. I read young adult fiction also…in the same genre.

Tell me a bit about yourself and how long you've been writing.

SPD – I’m a mom of two amazing daughters, and a grandmother of five, ranging from 6 years to 21 years. My husband and I married young and our children came soon after. We live in the same village/town in Southwest Michigan where we grew up, but the population has boomed since, so it’s more like an expanding metropolis.

I started writing seriously about fifteen years ago, although I dabbled with writing for most of my life starting in elementary school. I loved putting pen to paper, wrote lots of letters to my friends in story-form, a number of short stories, and volumes of journals (that I finally dumped – LOL). Entered a number of writing contests, and then decided to get some more education in the craft of writing.

Which of your characters is your favorite?

SPD – I relate to Kendra Spark the most. Maybe I’m more attached to her because she’s in a number of upcoming stories and I can hang out with her longer.

Honestly, as I’m writing each novel, the female story-star resonates as a favorite.

Letting go of Bri as I wrote the last page of Secret: At HL Woods (written as DK Davis) was tough. Realization struck me - we’d never cross paths again. Bri and my story ended. (Apparently, it still bothers me;)

Are there villains in your books and how were they created?

SPD – Yes, there are definitely villains, like the malevolent supernatural entities of Buster and Bertellia, who were introduced in Book 1, Unorthodox. They come about during my inciting incidents plotting and more fully develop as I wrote, Malevolent. For suspense-thrillers there’s gotta be bad guys:)

Another “nasty” showed up in Malevolent that will need to be reckoned with in Albatross, another upcoming Kendra Spark Novel Bk 3, set to release June 2019. 

What are you working on now?

SPD – I’m writing Secret: Of Amber Eyes – a paranormal, suspense romance young adult story written as DK Davis. This book will be released in December 2018.

What's your latest release and how did the idea arrive?

SPD – Malevolent, A Kendra Spark Novel Bk 2, released August 10, 2018. The idea came to me the beginning of 2016 for Unorthodox (first book in the series). I wanted to stretch myself to include a suspense-thriller-crime element into a paranormal/supernatural romance, a mix of genres I’d never written before. So I brainstormed the idea of a ghost and a ghost-seeing romance-mystery author solving crimes.

I enjoyed watching a number of TV series on the crime-suspense subject, bought a few books about the FBI and criminal analysis, and decided to take some online workshops in Forensic Pathology. I found it all fascinating, even though not many of the details show up in the story, it’s running in the background.

Thursday, October 25, 2018

Thursday's Fourth Scene - The Aries Libra Connection #MFRWAuthor #BWLPublishing #Medical Romance #On sale

Eric hid a smile. She ran the bases with a cocky gait. At home, her teammates engulfed her. When he saw Sam wiggle into the mass of cheering women, Eric laughed. Moments later, the petite, ebony-skinned catcher for the nurses dragged Sam from the huddle.
     “Simone, remember Eric.” Sam winked. “See you at the buffet. Me and this woman’s got to talk about her attitude.” He gestured toward the pitcher for the nurses. “Looks like you made an impression.”
     He knew he had, but not the one he wanted. He strode to first base, retrieved the beer and straightened.
     She stood on the base. “I was safe, you know.”
     “Really?” He raised the can to his lips without lowering his gaze. The sweat-stained tee shirt hugged her ribs and clung to her breasts. He swallowed a mouthful of warm, stale beer he hadn’t meant to drink and caught the edge of a memory.
     He knew her. Though their first meeting had lasted less than an hour, he remembered her fire and determination. He’d watched her ply every skill and trick she knew and he had stepped in to help. For a short time, they’d been a team.
     Before he had a chance to identify himself, a booming voice ended the staring match. A hearty slap made him drop the beer. White foam gathered on the grass.
     “Getting into things already. Good idea.” The Board president stepped around Eric. “Jenessa, you look good enough to start a dead man’s heart. Two of you been introduced?”
     “Not officially,” Eric said. The audible wheeze in Bishop’s breathing made him wonder why the man was puffing on a cigar.
     “Allow me. Jenessa Robertson, Eric Bradshaw.” Bishop beamed. “Now, let me tell you, this little girl’s not as sweet as she looks. She’s a rabble-rouser. Fights hard for the union.”
     Sweet didn’t match Eric’s impression of her from the past or today. Stubborn, courageous, a leader and much too attractive did.
     Her hands moved to her hips. “It’s contract time, Mr. Bishop.”
     “Don’t be rushing into the fire, little girl. Eric just arrived.”
     “We’ve been on hold for months.”
     The obese man’s teeth clamped on the cigar. “Stick to nursing, little girl. When you have a seat on the Board, you can push.”
     “We’re asking for one.”
     “Already have a nurse. Your director has a seat.”
     She made a face. “I mean a real nurse.” She turned and jogged away.
     “What?” If Bishop hadn’t grabbed Eric’s arm, he would have followed her and demanded an explanation. The desire for a confrontation rocked him.
     Bishop laughed. “That’s one fine looking little girl. Needs a man to blunt her claws.” He winked. “You interested?”
     “What did she mean by a real nurse?”
     “Seems she thinks only bedside nurses should have a say in how the hospital’s run.” Bishop ground his cigar on the sun-browned grass. “Girl’s a born leader.”
     “Why isn’t she a nurse manager?”
     Bishop lit another cigar and released a cloud of smoke. “Would be like setting a mongoose in a cobra’s nest. Better idea would be for you to feed the sparks jumping between you. Set her to thinking about a man not a contract.”
     Eric’s jaw tightened. He felt the same anger he’d felt years before when he’d been a rookie cop and a smooth- talking drug dealer had offered a bribe. “That’s not my style.”
     “Why not? A good administrator is like ice applied to a burn. The rule is—find the troublemakers and use any means to neutralize them.”
     Eric looked away. No matter how expedient, he wouldn’t use attraction to gather information. “I’ll be busy then. There are a lot of unhappy campers.”
     Bishop laughed. “Long as they’re complaining, we don’t have to worry.”
     “Oh, there you are.” Sandra Wallace, the assistant Director of Nursing, strolled toward them. She shifted her ever-present briefcase to her right hand and grabbed Bishop’s arm. “Weren’t we meeting at the buffet?”
     Bishop’s meaty hand covered hers. “You missed the game. The nurses won.”
     She eyed Eric’s faded cut-offs. He felt like he’d been examined by a fashion consultant and dismissed. “My aren’t you casual.”
     “Not for a picnic.”
     Her lips curled at the edges. “Appearance is always vital. Have I interrupted something important?”
     We were talking about Jenessa Robertson.”
     As though brushing crumbs away, her hand fluttered. “Watch her. She’s always stirring up trouble.”
     “She seems to know a lot about the hospital’s problems,” Eric said.
     Sandra sneered. “She should. She enjoys causing them.”
     Bishop laughed. “Girl’s always rooting like a goat in the garbage dump.”
     “Lobbied for us to hire floats.”
     “So how much real trouble has she caused?” Eric asked.
     “Organized the union. Fought for every point in the contract,” Bishop said.
     Sandra’s laughter rang hollow. “She has no respect for authority. Threatened a sick-out. Even stormed a Board meeting to make demands. Jim thinks she’s cute.”
     “And dangerous.” Bishop waved the cigar. “Might offer her a job.”
     Eric moved away from the pair. “See you later. Promised to meet Sam.” As he jogged away, a glimpse of red shorts and long legs tempted him to change direction.
     Moments later, still watching Jenessa Robertson, he dropped to the ground beside Sam. Rushing into a situation he wasn’t sure he could control made no sense. He swallowed a mouthful of the icy beer Sam handed him. There would be other encounters with her. He smiled in anticipation.

Wednesday, October 24, 2018

Wednesday The Gemini Sagittarius Connection #MFRWHooks #BWLPublishing #Medical romance

The Gemini Sagittarius Connection (Opposites in Love Book 3)
Join me and some great writers here to read some great excerpts. 

Gemini Liz seems to be following her sign. She's the mother of twin boys, she'd returned to Eastlake for the second time and she's taking her second position as a nurse manager. She feels moving from the city will be good for her sons who sometimes choose the wrong friends. What Liz doesn't want is a second husband. The death of her fireman husband made him a hero but devastated her life. She had to return to work and become a single mother. Fortunately her father-in-law has stepped in to care for the boys but he wants to retire to Florida. Though she's attracted to Jeff she wants to deny the attraction.

Jeff is a Sagittarian who often suffers from the foot in mouth disease. His wife died years ago but she was the perfect wife and he has no desire to fall in love or marry again. As a neurosurgeon he sees Liz a lot since she is the nurse manager of the ortho/neuro unit at the hospital. He also wants to deny the attraction and finds it harder and harder.

Can a pair of mischievous boys find a way to help their mother and the doctor find love again? 

Since her husband's death, Liz and her boys had been apartment dwellers. Sometimes, she resented the loss of the house she and Derek had bought, but the sale had allowed her to attend Grantley for a BS in Nursing. Once again her old resentment flared. Volunteer firemen who were determined to be heroes seldom left their families large legacies.
     As soon as the car stopped, the boys jumped out. When the rental truck pulled behind her car, Justin nearly plowed into the fender. She stifled a scream. He turned and grinned. She closed her eyes. He was all right. Thank heavens they weren't marking their arrival with a trip to the Emergency Room. She left the car and grabbed him
     "Slow down."
     Her father-in-law leaned against the side of the truck. He wiped his ruddy face with a bandanna. "I thought . . . . Don't ever scare me like that again."
     Justin toed the grass. "Sorry, Pop."
     The elderly man ruffled the boy's dark hair. "So like your father."
     "What about me?" Brandon asked.
     "You, too."
     The hot humid air made Liz feel sticky. She wiped her hands on her navy shorts, then walked toward the house. The red bricks had faded to a rose color. She climbed the steps to the wide front porch. Bamboo shades on the side openings shielded the white wicker furniture from the afternoon sun. She unlocked the door and stepped inside. The highly polished oak of the foyer floor gleamed. Cool air kissed her skin.
    Justin pushed past her. "Where's my room?"
     "Look at the big TV," Brandon cried. "Is it ours?"
     Liz nodded. "If I decide to buy the furniture from Laurel."
     "Let's keep the TV." Brandon put the box he'd lugged from the car on the stairs to the second floor. "Where does this go?"
     Liz laughed. "As if you didn't know." The box contained the boys' baseball card collection and other treasures. "Come with me, and I'll show you the room you and Justin will share."
     "Do we have to?"
     "There are three bedrooms, mine, your grandfather's, and yours, plural. Be thankful. I have my own bathroom. No more make-up and sissy smelly stuff."
     "Great news."
     When they reached the second floor, she opened the door of the room where the twins would sleep. Brandon dropped the box on the lower bunk. He ran his hand over the smooth wood of one of the two chests of drawers. "Neat. This why we didn't bring our old stuff?"
     She nodded. Their beds had been the ones they'd slept in since they'd outgrown their cribs, and they'd shared a second-hand dresser she'd refinished. "Thought you might like these."
     He looked up. "They gonna cost a lot?"
     She hugged him. "Don't worry about the money. You know I sold most of our old furniture."
     Justin charged into the room. "I get the top."
     "Just don't wet the bed again," Brandon said.
     Justin scowled. "Didn't."
     Liz put a hand on his shoulder. "He had an accident months ago. Stop picking on each other."
     "Okay," Brandon said.
     Justin grabbed his brother's hand. "Come outside and meet our neighbor. He's cool. Doesn't believe I have a twin."
     "Can we go?" Brandon asked.
     Liz nodded. "You're free until my friends arrive. Then it's to work."
     "You can come and meet his mom," Justin said. "She's a nurse, too."
     As Liz followed the boys downstairs, she wondered if the woman worked at the hospital or in one of the local doctors' offices. If the neighbor worked at Eastlake, she might know things Liz's friends would neglect to tell her, especially about hospital politics. Liz glanced into the living room. Pop had stretched out in the charcoal gray recliner. "You okay?" she asked.
     "Just tired. Heat's a bit much, but here with the air conditioning it's fine. Need me to do anything?"
     "Later. The boys are taking me to meet a neighbor.
     Then I'll bring in the groceries and the suitcases."
     "I can do that."
     "I know, but take it easy. The work crew should be here by four thirty. Your job will be to direct traffic." She walked to the door. Was her father-in-law ill? These days, he seemed to tire easily. As she stepped onto the porch, the twins waved. They were across the street where a blonde woman and a boy stood beside a sporty sedan.
     "Mom, hurry up," Justin yelled. "They're going away."
     Liz crossed the street. "This is our mom," Brandon said.
     The woman smiled. "I understand you're a nurse."
     Liz nodded. "Liz Jordan. Pleased to meet you." She saw something she couldn't define in the blonde's light brown eyes.
     "I'm Delores. I heard Mrs. Carter rented the house. You know, she bought it just a couple of weeks ago. Why she wanted a house and even moved in when she was shacked up in Alex Carter's house doesn't compute." She laughed. "Guess she knew what she was doing since she snagged him."
     Liz drew in a deep breath. Sour grapes flavored her neighbor's voice. "I'm glad she decided to rent. Saved me from a frantic search for a house and a commute from the city until I found one."
      "There is that." Delores bent to pick up a small suitcase. Her tight red shorts slid up to reveal a bit of her buttocks.
     Liz looked away. "Especially since I needed three bedrooms."
     "Guess your boys have their own rooms."
     "They have to share. "My father-in-law lives with us."
     "Thought he was your husband." The eyes that had been friendly hardened. "Guess your husband works in the city and decided to commute."
     "No husband. He's . . . ."
     "Another deadbeat like my ex. Guess we'll have a heart to heart one of these days and discuss straying men." She opened the car door. "Chet, let's go. Was nice meeting you."

     Liz returned to the house. Her neighbor's assumptions bothered her. She wasn't sure she liked Delores, and she hadn't learned if the other woman worked at the hospital. Too late now.



December 1, 2016
Format: Kindle Edition

Tuesday, October 23, 2018

Tuesday's Writer's Tip The Senses - Smell #MFRWAuthor #BWLPublishing #Scent

Often neglected, the sense of smell always brings memories to mind both pleasant and unpleasant. Think of the many times, you've smelled something and a memory pops into your head. When you're writing, the smell of something can be used in two ways.

The first way is to show a character's reaction to the scent of something. Does it evoke memories in this person bringing them to act in some way? I once used the sc3ent of baking cookies to bring my heroine to a conclusion about her reactions to a person. The scent of flowers can bring memories. My heroes and heroines often work in hospitals. What better way to evoke a mood than to use these senses.

Another way is to have your reader remember something in their life and build a sympathy and understanding of your character. The cookie aroma has often brought remarks from readers. about how they had a short memory of their reaction. You've drawn them into the story.

There are some wonderful words to describe scents. I'll list a few and see how you react. The cloying scent of her perfume.  The rancid scent of spoiled food. So when you're writing, be sure to bring the senses into play and use them to add depth to your characters, settings and the plot.  Think about the smells of the forest, the ones of a nursery and anywhere you've laced your characters to add depth to your story.

Monday, October 22, 2018

Meandering on Monday with Janet Lane Walters #MFRWauthor #BWLPublishing #Poem #Conference #Writing

Meander ! - Poem _ Distant Drums -

I hear thunder in the distance
Like the rolling beat of drums
Or the trucks upon the Thruway
At night when I'm alone
I shall listen to the pulsing
Of a million hearts in one
And wonder what I'm hearing
In the steady thrumming sound
Is perhaps a new day coming
Is there freedom in the air?
Keep on rolling distant drums
Til I can catch the beat.

Meander 2 - Conference - I just returned from the New Jersey Conference. Did I learn much. Perhaps not but somethings were reinforced and also I met up with friends I haven't seen for years. One of my former critique partners was there. Was so great to see Eileen and learn what she's been doing. I've missed her and her critiques. Also heard sad news about an almost friend who I enjoyed spending time with. Made some new friends and sold a book. Now I have to catch up with what didn't get done while I was away.

Meander 2 - Writing - Working hard up until Thursday but then I left for the conference. Will be back to work tomorrow.

Sunday, October 21, 2018

Sunday's Book The Aries Libra Connection #MFRWauthor #BWLPublishing #Medical romance #Union #Management

The Aries Libra Connection (Opposites In Love Book 1) by [Walters, Janet Lane]

Jenessa is Aries, a nurse, union advocate and likes a good fight.

Eric is Libra, Director of Nursing, and believes in compromise.

Can these two find a way to uncover the underhanded events at the hospital? They’re on opposite sides but the attraction between them is strong. She’s a widow who fought to save her husband’s life during a code. She feels guilty because the love she and her husband shared had died before his death. He assisted at the code but he feels guilty since he was the one who was responsible for the short staffing the night her husband died.

Now they face falling in love and trying to solve the problems between the nurse’s union and the president of the hospital’s Board who wants a take over of the hospital by his hospital group. Is their connection strong enough to survive?

September 21, 2018
Format: Kindle Edition

Thursday, October 18, 2018

Thursday's Fourth Scene Discovering the Secret of the Jewels #MFRWauthor #BWLPublishing #Fantasy

After four days on the road they reached the pass from the lowlands. On the other side, Brader saw the tavern where he had betrayed Liara. He prodded his pony into a trot. Though the sun sank toward the west he had no desire to stop here for the night.
     Disa caught up with him. “Shouldn’t we stop here? I’d like a hot meal and a bath.”
     Brader shook his head. “This isn’t the best place to stop. They have no rooms to let and I’ve no desire to sleep on the floor in the common room.”
     “There’s more,” she said.
     He nodded. “Liara and I stayed here. There was a spot of trouble. I ended fighting a number of Queen’s Guards.”
      “The tragon incident?”
     “Yes.” He rolled his eyes. Was that to haunt him forever? “At least one of the men who attacked the caravan was a Guard.”
     “And thee fear the tavern owner will remember thy face?”
     “Or worse. This could be the bandits’ base.”
     Disa frowned. “Those men were working for the wizard because he offered them gold. He believed he knew a way to corrupt the Jewels and turn Liara’s White to Black.”
     “He didn’t succeed by capturing thee.”
     “I hope not.”
     Brader’s eyebrows lifted. “What do thee mean?”
     “We’ve been taught that those who hold the Jewels rule the land. I’m not sure that’s true. Sometimes I fear the Yellow is controlling me the way the Black did Reena.”
     Brader prodded his pony. “How can thee think that?  Thee have done no ill with the Jewel except help people and save thyself.”
     She rode at his side. “That’s almost true.”
     She nodded. “When my captor grabbed the Jewel he died. I didn’t warn him of the danger.”
     “Happened too fast I imagine.”
     “He grabbed the Yellow and his hand burned. Then I wanted to stop the wizard’s chanting. I caught the chain in my mouth. Then I tripped and fell against him. Was the action mine of the Jewel’s?”
     “I don’t know.” Brader pointed ahead. “See the grove. We can camp there. I’ll cook tonight.”
     She laughed. “We’ll make the meal together. I’ll see to the seasoning.”
     On the eighth day of travel Brader saw the walls of High Sanctuary in the distance. A wave of joy tinged with sadness rushed through him. He was coming home. Did his mother’s shade linger or had she passed to the next plane? There was so much he wanted to tell her about the events that had happened since he’d left the keep. He knew she would be pleased about the destruction of the Black.
     “There. The walls of my home.”
     “Where we will stay until we find the thread,” Disa said.
     “Forever is my wish.”
     She shook her head. “Once we have the thread we must go to Pala.”
     Brader didn’t respond. Arguing would serve no purpose. Once she settled here, she would see his decision to remain on the isle was the right choice.
     The road wound through the village. Brader saw the tavern where he’d drunk ale with the young men of the village. He rode past the square and remembered moonlit nights and mild flirtations. The number of dark houses puzzled him. Had people been driven away or had they left because they were afraid? As he neared the gates of the keep he remembered how eager he’d been to leave. Now he was glad to be at home.
     The sight of the shattered gates brought Brader to a halt. Had the Queen’s Guards and wizards destroyed all who had lived within the walls of High Sanctuary?
     Disa rode to his side. “Is the place deserted?”
     “Not quite.” A man spoke from the shadows.
     Brader dismounted. “Quinton.”
     The aging armsman emerged into the light. “Brader, lad, you’ve grown.” He stared at Disa. “Where’s Liara?”
     “In Pala. She’s now the queen.”
     “Then she found her heritage. Why did you return? You should be at her side.”
     Brader shook his head. “She has her Chosen to stand at her back. There are things I must do here.”
     Quinton waved his hand. “The gates are broken. The people have scattered. The Guards ransacked the place. Only Agnie and I remain.”
     “I’ll see the keep repaired and the people can return.” He turned. “This is Disa, Holder of the Yellow Jewel. I am her Chosen.”
     Quinton bowed. “My lady, pleased to meet you. Come inside. I’ll see to your beasts.”
     Once within the walls Brader noted the destruction of the small houses and sheds. Anger curdled his thoughts. A woman stepped onto the stone landing at the top of the steps leading into the keep.           “Agnie.” Brader ran up the steps and embraced her. “I’m glad you’re alive.”
     She smiled. “Your mother told me she was sending you and Liara away. I’m glad you thought to return. How is Liara?”
     Brader repeated what he’d told Quinton.
     “So she’ll not be coming home.”
     “Not for a time.” Brader stepped back. “Will you take me to Mother’s grave?”
     Agnie nodded. “After the midday meal.”
     He turned and waved Disa forward. He caught her hand in his. “This is Disa. She holds Mother’s Jewel.”
     Agnie smiled. “Welcome, Lady Holder.”
     “Just Disa. No need for formality.”
     Brader turned and looked around the courtyard until he saw the small graveyard. He noticed no new graves. “Where is Mother buried?”
      “In the meadow on the hill.” Agnie drew him to the doors. “Ever impatient.” She smiled at Disa. “The keep is yours to rule.”
     A frown appeared on Disa’s face. Brader clasped her hand. He would explain later. “Agnie, how do you and Quniton live?”
     “The garden provides for our daily needs. There are bantas and other fowl. Some shoats were left. The silk sheep provide fleece for us to barter for other things.”
     Brader smiled. In time the keep could be repaired and peopled. Perhaps that would content Disa enough so she would choose to remain. He and Disa followed Agnie to the small dining room. The older woman left to fetch the food. Disa followed and helped carry the simple fare to the table. Before long Quinton joined them.
     After the meal the older couple led the way up the hill to the meadow where silk sheep in a variety of colors grazed. Flowers abounded. Brader bent to pick some yellow fiolas. He placed them on the stone slab covering the grave. “Fare thee well, Mother. Go now from this plane to the next. The quest you sent me on is finished.”
     He began the tale of his adventures from the moment he’d left the keep. He spoke of triumphs and failures, leaving nothing out. “So Liara and the White have prevailed. But the trouble didn’t end. The wizards were strong enough to bring more disaster to the land.”
     He continued to relate the story of the struggle with the wizards. “Thus their stronghold was broken. We have yet one task to perform before the land is free.” He drew a deep breath. “Mother, this is Disa who now holds the Jewel you carried.”
     Disa knelt on the other side of the stone. She placed her hands on the slab. Her eyes widened. She didn’t speak aloud. Her mouth moved as though she spoke to someone. Brader watched her face pale.  She toppled and sprawled across the grave.
     Brader lifted her. “What happened?”
     She moaned and opened her eyes. “She spoke. The thread is hidden in the keep. Thee moved me before she could say where.”
     “Do thee mean the one from the prophecy?”
     She nodded. “I need to sleep. I need to think about what was said. Then I’ll search and go.”
     Though what she said made little sense to him he rose. “Can thee walk?” He helped her to her feet.
     When they reached the keep Agnie took Disa to the chamber where Brader’s mother had slept. He sat with Quinton and talked about the keep and what was needed to restore the place.
     For the next two tendays Brader settled into the life of the keep. He hired men to repair the gates, sought those who had been driven away by the Queen’s Guards and arranged for their return. He found spinners and weavers to produce yarn and cloth from the sheep silk stored in a shed. Before long the keep rang with life.
     Disa spent her time in the library where she set about ordering and skimming the books and scrolls the invaders had left strewn around the room. Every day she joined him for the evening meal and spoke of what she had learned.
     Brader felt content. He wanted to stay and he felt convinced Disa had settled into the life he wanted.
     At the start of the third tenday Disa emerged from the jumbled storage room. She held a scroll container. Brader poured her a glass of cider. “What delights thee?”
     “I’ve found a scroll in one of the chests. It holds the lines of a chant to destroy the Jewels. This is the thread I sought. We must return to Pala and take this to Liara.”
     He shook his head. “I want to remain here. No one can destroy or corrupt the Yellow while thee stay in High Sanctuary. Remember what the wizard tried to do to thee.”
     Disa fisted her hands on her hips. “The time has come to destroy the Jewels.”
     Brader frowned. “Does this mean we must set out on another quest?”
     “Don’t thee understand that we’ve almost completed our quest.”
     “Don’t thee yearn for peace like we have here?”
     “There’ll be no peace as long as the Jewels control the Holders. Haven’t thee seen how much darker mine is?”
     “Looks the same to me.”
     “Liara and the others need my help. We must end the tyranny of the gems.” She walked to the door.
     Brader shook his head. “I’ll remain here. So will thee.”