Friday, November 30, 2018

Friday's Guest Frank Talaber Talking about Heroes, Heroines and Villains #MFRWAuthor #BWLPublishing #Villains #Heroes #Heroines

. Do you write a single genre or do your fingers flow over the keys creating tales in many forms?
Does your reading choices reflect your writing choices?
Are there genres you wouldn’t attempt?

I write in many genres. Currently I have a Paranormal/Urban Fantasy novel just about ready to publish, and have two Science Fiction novels, a comedy novel, and a spiritual novel all on the go. So to answer the question; wherever my mind wanders. I've also written romance and erotica in the past. Any I wouldn't attempt?  Western I suppose; can't see myself writing much about dudes (or, to be politically correct, people) on horses. LOL.

2-4. Heroes, or Heroines. Which are your favorite to write? How do you find them? Do pictures, real life or plain imagination create the man you want every reader to love? Do they come before the plot or after you have the idea for the story?

I’ve created some greatly bizarre heroes in the past. Charlie Stillwaters for one. But I think I rather enjoy heroines. My current heroine is a detective, Carol Ainsworth. I like the fact that you have a character that is, or can be, as tough as a guy, yet can be soft, seductive and feminine as well. Makes for a more complex person in my mind. (Which, to be honest, to me females are more complex as in the ‘Men Are From Mars, Women Are From Venus’ book.) My heroes and heroines are usually created before a novel is written, or at least right away after a plot is devised. I only seek pictures if there’s a book cover needed. In my mind I already see them as complete images.

  1. Villains or villainesses or an antagonist, since they don’t always have to be the bad guy or girl. They can be a person opposed to the hero’s or heroine’s obtaining their goal. How do you choose one? How do you make them human?

While villains are usually bad-ass people, I like to find some part of them that is humanly kind, or at least have a very good reason why they became the way they are in their lives. Or, as it is often said, there’s a story in everyone. One that’s made them the way they are.

  1. What is your latest release? Who is the hero, heroine and or the villain?

My newest book, about to be released in the next month or two, is the first in a new series based around my detective entitled “The Ainsworth Chronicles”. The first of this is called The Joining. It opens in Victoria at the Fairmont Empress Hotel. Carol Ainsworth has gone undercover due to two groups of Mafia coming in for a wedding, but the Canadian and American authorities have discovered they are there for much more than that. They intend starting a new West Coast drug operation, and as they are also Satanists, they will perform a grisly ceremony to have Satan bless this venture.
However in the past there was a curse established between the mob and the First Nations peoples of Victoria. A curse that now is riling up the ghosts of Victoria and as there are a lot of ghosts in Victoria (the most in all of North America) this is not going to be plain sailing for Carol. Quickly enters a hunky American FBI agent, who wants more than to check Carol’s credentials, and a hunkier Mafioso. Carol finds herself falling for the mobster. One of the mafia is found hanged in his hotel room, by, for all intents and purposes, what appears to be a ghost.
Another guest appears, mysteriously bearing a crystal skull. A crazy old psychic, Agnes Van Lunt, who says she’s there to help Carol investigate the ghosts, but is really there to solve an old abduction. It is then found that there is a vortex in Victoria that someone is using to transport back and forth through time. Add to this a First Nations ghost who is blending with the dead spirits of the souls living in Victoria’s sewers and The Joining threatens to escalate into an unholy merging of supernatural and urban dwellers that threaten to blow the lid off Victoria’s sedate and proper English image.

 A video made for The Joining

  1. What are you working on now?

Two projects, one is Book Two of the Ainsworth Chronicles, tentatively entitled ‘Who The Hell Is Agnes?’ Agnes has, for reasons we discover later, brought forward from the past Francis Rattenbury. Yes, the same fellow that built the Empress Hotel and British Columbia’s parliament buildings.

I’m also in the middle of rewriting, a spiritual/science fiction novel, at the moment called ‘The Ascension, Who Knew Buddha Had Such a Twisted Sense Of Humor?’ This revolves around the premise that the human race is isolated from the rest of the universe until we are ready to ascend into their level of being. One man, Roger Harrison, has to go through an awakening, which includes understanding and conquering his seven chakras. He is aided by an angel (that he has seen before in his life many times) that is stranded on Earth and needs his help as much as he needs her’s. The novel opens with Roger discovering that he has a chunk of alien metal in him, only to find that his close friends have as well. So begins Roger’s journey into his past life regressions and trying to save humanity from those that don’t want us to ascend.

  1. How can people find you?

Where to buy my novels? Ebooks and Paperback.
Or Ebooks through Smashwords.

Or catch me at my Facebook authors page and sign up for my newsletter (ah, come on you know you really want to.)

Thursday, November 29, 2018

Thursday's Fourth Scene The Virgo Pisces Connection #MFRWauthor #BWLPublishing #Medical romance

Dave glanced at the clinic’s window and watched the rapid fall of snow. The wind lifted clumps and tossed them against the glass. Sue Lyons, the clinic’s nurse appeared in the doorway. “I’m leaving now. Roads are getting messy. You should go, too.”
“One note to finish. Then I need to stop at the grocery store to pick up my order.”
“Don’t take too long.” She waved. “Good night. I’ll either see you tomorrow or the hours will be cancelled.”
“I figure we’ll be here. Should stop snowing by midnight. The crews will be out clearing the roads.”
“See you.”
He opened the computer and finished the note on the last patient he’d seen. He had just typed the last word and shut down when he heard the outer door close. The click of boots striking the tile floor sounded. He scowled at the woman who approached the desk. “What are you doing here? You have no appointment.”
Laci Smith smiled. Her gaze roved from his face to his chest. “I saw Sue leave and knew you would be alone.” She placed a heart-shaped box of candy on the desk. “My dear doctor, you need a Valentine.”
Her slick, throaty voice slid over the words. She leaned forward so the only thing he saw was her cleavage. His hands tightened. Not you. Not ever. “This isn’t appropriate.” He reached for his tablet. “Take care driving home.”
She ran her tongue over her fleshy lips. “You’re the one to take care. I live in town. With the storm growing stronger, you can stay at my place. I’ll gladly put you up.”
“Not happening.” Dave collected his mail and shoved it in the tablet case. “I have things to do at the Bonnett’s house.”
She turned toward the door. “The time will come. I always get my way.”
“Not this time.” Dave shook his head. “Maybe my sister’s kids will enjoy the candy. She and her children will be staying with me until I leave.” At least he hoped they would. That might prevent any more inappropriate advances.
As soon as the outer door closed, he pulled on his parka and gloves. He grabbed the tablet case and glared at the candy. He couldn’t leave it, especially since they’d recently had the exterminator in for the discovery of several mice. The rule was no food left in the clinic overnight.
He walked to the car and drove to the grocery to pick up his order and his dinner. During the two mile drove to his borrowed housing, he drove cautiously. Took him nearly a half hour. Mostly the wind was behind but the gusts pulled snow from bushes and trees to occasionally obscure the view from the windshield.
As he pulled into the driveway, the motion sensor light flashed and temporarily blinded him. He would have to check the angle tomorrow. The violent winds must have alternated the light’s position. After carrying the groceries, tablet and candy inside. He brewed a cup of coffee and carried the mug and the sub from the grocery store into the living room. He settled on the couch and reached for the letter he wanted to read. He glanced toward the large picture window. Snow fell so heavily so only when the wind gusted could he see through rents in the curtain of white flakes.
What? He jumped to his feet and ran to the window. Were those headlights he saw heading toward the house?

Wednesday, November 28, 2018

Wednesday Horu's Chosen #MFRWHooks #BWLPublishing #Egypt Ancient #Alternate world

Horu's Chosen (An Alternate Egypt Book 2) Kindle Edition

Visit to find some interesting excerpts and perhaps some new reads. Mind is Horu's Chosen, an alternate Egypt story.

Seth, an undercover cop has been betrayed by his handler. To escape he calls a number on a flyer and is transported to an ancient Egypt he doesn’t understand. He must rescue the Daughter from the evil priests of Aken Re.

Merin is the Daughter. She must find the man who by wedding her will become Pharaoh. She plots to escape the priests of Aken Re and flee to those who years ago saved her life.

Can Seth and Merin find a way to defeat the priests? Is love the answer to their problems? Can they join with the Warrior of Bast and of Horu to bring unity to the Two Lands?

RT Review
Following on the heels of The Warrior of Bast, this story is filled with magic and fascinating characters. Those interested in ancient Egypt will find this an enthralling tale. A satisfying ending is presented for the hero and heroine, with a promising lead-in to the next story.


For a week plus two days Seth became a regular at the center. As well as martial arts he shot hoops with the younger boys and did his share of kitchen duty. He listened and watched. He found a spot in the alley that allowed him to look and listen to Father Joe’s meetings. Slowly he put the facts together. A few more days and he’d call his handler.
As he crouched at his listening post, Amara waved frantically. He went to her and saw the fear in her eyes. “What’s wrong?”
“Ramos is here.”
“You sure?”
She nodded. “Saw him and the man who wants me. There’re with Father Joe. I ran.”
Seth pulled her close. “Avoid the center.”
“What will I do?”
He fingered the flyer he’d carried for weeks. Maybe Tira had escaped by calling the number. There’d been no sign of her and no reports of her body being found. If Ramos had her killed, the body would have been displayed as a warning. He removed the paper. “Don’t know if this means much but a friend dropped it. She was in danger and has disappeared. If things get too hot call the number.”
“Be careful.” She darted away.
Seth returned to his listening post. He peered through a small spot in the grime-coated window. A man slouched in a chair across from the priest’s desk.
“Way I see it, quid pro quo,” the priest said. “I give you the hotshot undercover cop and you keep away from the center. You and your men.”
“How do you know he’s the one?”
The priest laughed. “Bob Tolena gave me the name.”
Seth stiffened. Betrayed not once but twice.
Ramos chuckled. “Why the offer?”
“Better to sacrifice one for the many.”
Seth’s nails bit into his palms. So he was to be the sacrificial lamb. No way. He wondered how the priest could believe this would keep the center safe. If Ramos wanted in, he would find a way.
“His name?”
“Seth. Not sure that’s his real name but he’s here every morning at the martial arts sessions. He helps with the boys and in the kitchen. Send a man by in the morning and I’ll identify him.”
“What if he doesn’t show?”
“Then I’ll learn where he’ll be. Bob will tell me. Says the kid is becoming a liability.”
Seth’s gut tightened. His hands clenched. Damn, trouble had found him. He straightened and sped down the alley away from the center. He needed a safe place. He ducked into a doorway and hit a programmed number.
“How can I help you?” a woman asked.
“Read your message. I need a way out.”
She gave him an address. “When you reach the door, knock once, wait and knock twice. We’ll be waiting.”
Seth pocketed the phone. He crept from the alley and caught the first bus to arrive. Several changes later he reached his destination. As he mounted the steps of the brownstone his cell vibrated. He checked the number. No way would he answer. Let Bob Tolena and the priest wonder and worry. He dropped the phone and crushed it with his heel. Then he knocked in the sequence he’d been given.
The door opened to reveal an elderly woman with dark eyes and steel-gray hair. “How can I help you?”
Though Seth felt foolish he recalled the words he’d read on the flyer. “Need an escape. The answer is in my stars.”
She moved aside for enough for him to enter and led him down a hall where bright photographs caught his attention. He paused before one showing a hawk soaring over golden sand. He touched the bird with a finger.
“So that’s the one to interest you. Why?”
“The hawk is free.”
“And you?”
“Trapped and betrayed. I must escape.” Or at least hide here until I can come up with a plan.



Tuesday, November 27, 2018

Tuesday's Writer's Tip - Hints About Pacing #MFRWauthor #BWLPublishing #Pacing #Hints

One of the writer's jobs is to control the pace of their story. Writing always in quick staccato prose can leave a reader breathless and move the story to an abrupt ending. Writing in long flowing sentences fullof phrases and clauses can make the reader feel like they're mired in mud. The choice is for the writer to decide.

An action scene is usually told in shorter sentences to drive the action along. But sometimes both the characters and the reader need a break. Though in an action scene, if the sentences are long and the action is broken by long descriptive passages, the reader wants to shout "Get on with it." So pacing is important to any story.

A book is made up of scenes and the writer must decide if a scene is to be fast, slow or inbetween. This can be hard to decide but of curse in writing, there are general rules. Also remember in writing, rules can be broken. The book has a beginning, a middle and an end. All these parts have their own pacing and learning just how to pace the story is important. So in the next few weeks, we'll look at each segment of a book.

Monday, November 26, 2018

Meandering On Monday with Janet Lane Walters #MFRWauthor #BWLPublishing #Poetry #Writing #Critique Group

Meander 1 - Poem - Cat and Mouse -

Smile a subtle grin in Mona Lisa fashion.
What was once the mouse
Has turned around to fight.
The cat is in the corner
And all around the house
There's a gathering of darkness
Of what should never be.
The mouse will tease and play the cat
And then it will escape
To sit in its little hidey hols.
Oh, who is the cat.
It's you.

Meander 2 - Critique Group - We had to cancel our biweekly meeting. Too much of life intruded. Gave me time to think about the group. It's been going on for years. Few of the members are the same but for me. What I've discovered with the present group and also with ones before it that we're sisters and are helping each other. Also like sisters, we don't always agree especially when we critique each other's stories. Then like sisters, we listen if the advice is good. Or we go our own way. Thanks guys for helping me become a better writer.

Meander 3 - Writing _ The story is going along and one day I will come to the end. I needed to send the cover artist a little bit more about the characters as in who pairs with who so she can do the cover. Looking forward to seeing it.

Sunday, November 25, 2018

Sunday's Book The Virgo Pisces Connection #MFRWauthor #BWLPublishing #Medical Romance #Virgo #Pisces

The Virgo Pisces Connection (Opposites in Love Book 6) Kindle Edition

Pisces Megan experiences burnout. Her third witnessed death on the Oncology Unit in a week is too much for her to handle. Going to her apartment and being alone isn't to her taste. Of all the Grantley Gang, she is the only one not married. She tries to resign from the hospital and is persuaded to take a month of her accumulated vacation time first. Avoiding her five friends, Megan rushes from town, not knowing or caring where she is going. Escaping the ghosts of the dead is her primary goal. During a blinding snowstorm, she crashes into the life of Dave Malloy MD.

Dave is a Virgo a traveling doctor going from assignment to assignment over the country. He's decided two things. One is to settle and gather moss. The other is to find his sister lost years ago when they were sent to two different foster homes. He has found her and vows to rescue her from an abusive situation. When Megan lands against a tree at the house where he is staying, he finds her very attractive. But can he act on this attraction when he must care for her after the accident and his decision she is a patient?

Together, they must find his sister and hope they aren't too late.

Saturday, November 24, 2018

Saturday's Blurbs featuring Books by Gail Roughton and Jude Pittman #MFRWAuthor #BWLPublishing #Paranormal

Sisters of Prophecy

So for both of us, Sisters of Prophecy

The Shipton history is—well—complicated. Some families have a guardian angel. The Shiptons have a guardian ancestor, one who jumps right in, boots first, whenever one of her girls has a problem.

Of course, Mother Shipton's girls aren't always limited by blood ties. They're connected by power, shared and used wisely. That power needs to get busy, too, or Katherine's oilman fiancé is going to disappear for good in the Gulf of Mexico, Katherine's best friend Sylvia is never going to reconnect with her childhood soul mate, and Irene's world champion saddle bronc rider fiancé Matt Dillon (yep, that's his real name) might end up under the hooves of one of those bucking broncos. It's a good thing Mother has back-up in the form of Lillian Shipton, this era's family troubleshooter. The spider-web of trouble stretching between these three modern Sisters of Prophecy might be too much for even a time-traveling guardian like Mother Shipton to handle on her own!

Then here’s one for me, and one for Gail

Deadly Secrets, Kelly McWinter PI, Book 1
Welcome to the world of Indian Creek, Texas, where you'll meet some of the most amazing characters to ever grace the pages of fiction. Kelly McWinter, a retired cop who has sought out a simpler life in Indian Creek while trying to put a personal tragedy behind him. Kelly's dog, Jake,  a German Shepherd who has fought some battles of his own and is still the best partner a man could ever hope for. Anna Davis, an old woman hiding from her past whose secrets come back to haunt her.

 Kelly McWinter is a former Fort Worth police officer who suffered a personal tragedy that caused him to quit the force and isolate himself in the community of Indian Creek, Texas. Kelly is the Clint Eastwood, John Wayne type who makes everyone feel safe.  The inhabitants of Indian Creek are so unique and eccentric that readers and reviewers alike have fallen in love with the regulars who frequent Cam Belcher's Hideaway Bar and Barbecue

Country Justice

What goes around comes around. That's justice. Especially in small towns where everybody knows how many eggs you ate for breakfast before you've even left the Scales of Justice Café. Funny thing, though. Usually what everybody thinks they know—they really don't. Take the folks in Turkey Creek. Oh, everybody knows Maggie Kincaid doesn't speak to her father. They think they know why. But they don't. They know Billy Brayton died twenty-five years back. Too bad nobody told him. Because now he's home. And it's time to right some past wrongs. Time for justice. Country Justice.

Country Justice Reviews: "One of the best books I've ever read and I read about 100 or more a year. I loved the characters from the very beginning and was sorry when the story ended. I'm ready for the sequel—hint, hint." ~ Amazon Reader tvlgds "I've never been to Georgia—and that's my loss. But Country Justice took me close. Real close. So some inside and meet some new good friends—and some bad ol' boys. Because there's a gray Mustang doing lickety-split over the hill. Because a dead man's coming home—and Turkey Creek doesn't know what's about to hit it." ~ Author Graeme Smith (formerly published as Down Home)

Friday, November 23, 2018

Friday's Guests Gail Roughton and Jude Pittman #MFRWAuthor #BWLPublishing #Genres #Mystery #Paranormal

1.  What’s your genre or do you write in more than one?

Gail:  I honestly don’t think I have a genre.  An idea occurs to me and if I’m lucky, that idea sustains itself long enough to become a book. And that book is whatever genre it turns out to be, and is usually a mix of several, most likely paranormal suspense or thriller, usually with some romance, a good bit of humor (I hope), and occasionally a tad bit of horror though there has been one I myself consider pure Southern Gothic Horror. There’s even been a paranormal romantic fantasy.

Jude: It’s mystery for me. I do write romance, but even then there’s always a mystery component.  I cut my teeth on Rex Stout and Agatha Christie mysteries and the habit’s never lef tme.

2. Did you choose your genre or did it choose you?

Gail:  See answer to No. 2.  I most definitely don’t choose my genre(s).

Jude:  It chose me, no question about that, drew me in and hooked me good.

3.  Is there any genre you’d like to try?  Or is there one you wouldn’t?

Gail:  I’ve never consciously picked any genre, I just follow along down whatever path the story and characters take.  That being said, I can’t imagine any story leading me along a pure sci-fi genre path because I don’t have the expertise or knowledge to write pure sci-fi.

Jude: One I definitely would not try is fantasy where you have to create an entire world as well as all the characters that inhabit it.  I have tremendous admiration for those who can do that, but it’s just not a place where I’d excel.

4.  What fiction do you read for pleasure?

Gail:  The older I get, the more I value humor, so I prefer light reads such as cozy mysteries or romantic/paranormal suspense with lots of humor thrown in.

Jude.  Mystery all the way; I read romantic suspense to but my very favorite read is a really good who-dunnit.

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

Gail:  I’m a retired paralegal who lived in a law office for forty-one years, during which time my husband and I raised three kids and I raised quite a few attorneys on the side.  We’re lucky in that our kids didn’t run away from home when they were old enough and live very near us, which means we have a very active role in our grandchildren’s lives; in fact, we’re Grandparent Day Care. Our grandson is 12 and our granddaughter is almost 6.  After retirement two years ago, I enjoyed staying home and doing nothing so much I was afraid my brain would turn to mush, so I started substitute teaching in my grandchildren’s school system. A good day in a classroom is like nothing else. And of course, the same can be said for a bad day in a classroom, lol.

Jude:  As you know I’m also a publisher, having gravitated to that after years of writing, publishing, then getting involved in marketing for myself and a bunch of other authors, and finally taking the leap into publishing.  I love what I do but I confess that there’s a lot less time for reading and writing for my own pleasure than I used to have.  But in place of that I get a lot of pleasure out of seeing our BWL books enjoyed by more and more readers and I get to bask in the glow of the great reviews our authors receive, so that’s a pretty special tradeoff for the time I don’t have anymore.

6.  Which of your characters is your favorite?

Gail:  I don’t have one, or at least, I don’t have the same favorite all the time, it depends on my mood at the time anyone’s asking.  It’s rather like picking a favorite child. Sometimes you might like one of your kids more than you like the others, but you still can’t honestly say you love one more or that one’s your favorite.

Jude:  Kelly McWinter has been with me so long and is so much a part of the 12 years I spent in Texas, that he’s got to be my favorite.  He’s the PI from my Kelly McWinter PI series, and he and I go way back to Texas in the 1990s.

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

Gail:  Of course there’re villains in my books! Every hero/heroine has to have an adversary.  But I can’t tell you how they’re created except to say they’re created just like all my characters are.  They just get up and start walking and talking and I transcribe what they say.  If they didn’t, I wouldn’t have a book.

Jude: Oh of course there are villains in my books. You can’t have a mystery without a villain.  Usually it’s a murderer but sometimes it’s a particularly nasty thief or a character everyone loves to hate – usually the boyfriend of a very nice gal you wish had more sense.

8.  What are you working on now?

Gail:  I’m not actively working on anything at the moment.  I have a couple of ideas I’ve scribbled some on, and both of them lean heavy toward humor, but I’m a slow writer, always have been.  Ideas have to sit on the back eye of the stove and simmer.  If they come to a boil, then a book gets finished and if that happens, the actual writing time’s pretty short, usually no more than six months.  But there’s never any guarantee they’ll come to a boil and if they don’t, then there’s no book.

Jude: I wish I could say I was “actively” working, but I am trying to get the 6th Kelly McWinter PI novel, Deadly Ghosts, ready for 2019.  It’s a very slow process with a lot of other stuff interfering, but I am trying.

9.  What’s your latest release and how did the idea arrive?

Gail:  Jude Pittman and I just published a re-work and expansion of Sisters of Prophecy, which is a true genre hybrid of paranormal/suspense/romance.  For years, Jude wanted to write a novel starring a family ancestor, Ursula Shipman, known to history as Mother Shipman, a lady famous for making a great many prophecies.  As previously noted, paranormal’s kinda my thing, and mixing genres is definitely my thing, so she asked me to co-write the story with her, and Sisters of Prophecy is the final product.

Jude:  Gail answered that one just fine.  Loved working with her on Sisters and loved the end result, what a fun book to write and to read.

Thursday, November 22, 2018

Thursday's Fourth Scene - The Leo Aquarius Connection #MFRWAuthor #BWLPublishing #Medical romance

Suzanna sipped the last of the coffee and checked the kitchen to make sure she’d missed nothing. She pulled on her jacket and grasped her shoulder bag and left. On her way to the SUV, she left the keys with the super.
A half hour later, after a frustrating crawl through heavy traffic, she reached the nursing home. She spotted the ambulance and hurried inside. Jon lay on the stretcher near the nurse’ station. His suitcase sat on the foot of the gurney. Though he didn’t smile, she saw a hint of eagerness along with worry in his green eyes.
“All set?” she asked.
He nodded. “I wouldn’t let them take me until you arrived. You were late.”
“Traffic was horrible.” She ruffled his dark hair. The next time we see each other will be at Eastlake Rehabilitation Center. My friend, Cate, is in charge and is waiting for you.”
“I won’t let anyone touch me until you’re there.”
She tapped his nose with her finger. “You’ll be fine. I should arrive first but if not, just do what Cate tells you.” She turned away. His dependency was normal but she hoped the degree would soon lessen.
“All right.”
She walked to the SUV and loaded the transport chair and the walker into the back. Moments later, she followed the ambulance from the parking lot.
She understood his reluctance to ride in any vehicle. Following the accident, he’d been taken to the nearest hospital and had been seen by a parade of doctors and had emergency surgery for internal bleeding all before she’d been located and had arrived. The moment his condition had stabilized, she’d arranged for his transfer to City where she worked. There, she’d chosen the doctors to oversee his care.
Once Suzanna left the city, she hit the gas, hoping to be at the Rehab Center in time to connect with Cate. She needed to fill in her friend on Jon’s insecurities. Though she had mentioned them the one time they’d talked, she’d been hesitant to tell the whole story. Also, his clinging had become more prominent as the days to the move had dwindled.
She sucked in a breath. Recently, there’d been so many changes in his life. The responsibility for his younger siblings no longer tied him t the needs of others. She hoped this would be the last move until he came home and he could become a boy again.
Two months ago, she’d been ready to leave City Hospital for Eastlake Community. Then there’d been the dreadful accident resulting in four deaths. Why had her mother and step-father taken their three children on a drive when they’d been drinking heavily? Would she ever understand?
Her plans to relocate had been put on hold. How fortunate she’d been that her friends had stepped in to save the place for her. She had handled the funerals, and the legal problems. And that had been difficult.
For several days after the accident, she had feared Jon wouldn’t survive. Both legs fractured, one arm, broken ribs, internal injuries and a few burns. He had lived. She had called Eric Bradshaw to give up her dream job. She had to remain close to her brother until he healed. Then Cate had called and suggested Jon be transferred to the facility she ran. Suzanna had been grateful for the friendship formed in college with the Grantley Gang. Though the closeness had faded over the years, the bonds remained.
The miles sped by. The scenery had changed from city to suburbs to country. She noted the mileage on the speedometer and saw ten miles would have her in Eastlake. She gasped. Where there had once been a deserted farm, she saw a large mall. The sign near the entrance showed a listing of many stories. Less than a mile from the mall, she read a ship-shaped sign announcing the Pirate’s Cove. How interesting.
At the outskirts of town, she slowed to match the speed limit. She neared the place that had been her home for four years. Though she’d returned to the city to work, she had fallen in love with Eastlake. The friends she’d made at Grantley College had become closer than her own family. Why had they drifted apart? If she hadn’t worked in the city, she would never have returned to school and become a nurse practitioner.
Of the seven members of the Gang, only she and Megan Carter were single. She’d missed all the weddings and while sorry, she was also relieved. She believed her unmarried state would last forever. She’d only met one man she’d considered marrying. Caleb Winstone and he’d offered her a much lesser position.
The past is past. Forget him.
As she drove through town, she saw places she remembered as well as some new shops. The Hot Doggery where she’d worked and devoured chili dogs made her want to stop. As she passed Frank’s Place, she remembered cinnamon rolls and juicy burgers.
She drove up the hill and saw the red brick building of the hospital with the town field beyond. She pulled into the visitor’s lot and crossed to the Rehab Center. Ten minutes later, the ambulance arrived. She waited in the foyer for her brother. Cate popped out of her office. After a quick hug and a hello to Jon, they rode the elevator to the second floor and into Jon’s room.
“Wow, am I really alone?”
Cate nodded. “Most of our room are private, except for the pediatric rooms.” Cate wrapped a blood pressure cuff around his arm. “Since the children here at present are under ten, I thought this would be better.”
Suzanna looked around the room. Jon’s bed, a dresser, along with two easy chairs furnished the room. A television hung on the wall across from the bed. A window let in light. What a nice set-up, she thought.
Cate finished the exam and turned to Suzanna. “Rick will be in later to do an exam and decide on a treatment plan. The Physical and Occupational Therapists will be in to do the assessments. He’ll see the dietitian and the social therapist. Cate squeezed Jon’s hand. “We’ll have you out of here by Christmas.”
“Walking?” he asked.
“You’ll still need the wheelchair and steps may come later.”
Suzanna pulled a disc from her briefcase. “Here are all his records. What now?”
“Why don’t you head over and check in. I told Eric Bradshaw you were arriving today. Have everything you need?”
Suzanna patted the cordovan briefcase. “When we did the online interview, he gave me a list. Then he emailed it to me.”
Cate laughed. “He loves lists and gadgets. You must call him Eric. Remember, he’s Jenessa’s husband.”
“I will.” She turned to her brother. “I’ll be back as soon as I finish at the hospital.”
"Don’t hurry.” He yawned. “I need a nap. I didn’t sleep much last night. I’m glad we’re here. I like this place.”
“Good.” Suzanna kissed his forehead.
Forty-five minutes alter, she returned. All was set for her to begin on Monday. She entered Jon’s room to find Cate and two strangers at the bedside.
Cate turned. “Suzanna, Mike is Physical Therapy and Grace is Occupational Therapist. They’re part of Jon’s team.”
Suzanna noticed tears in her brother’s eyes. “Are you all right?”
“He’s a brave young man,” Grace said.
Mike shook Jon’s hand. “I know we worked you hard but you did very well. I wish one of the other PTs had a lifeguard certificate Working in the pool would benefit you.” He turned to Cate. “We need one.”
“I’ve advertised far and wide. You could always go for yours. There’s a program at Eastlake Community Center.” She handed Jon a small paper cup. “For pain. It’s not an opiate.”
Suzanna smiled. “That’s good news.” She had feared Jon might become dependant on pain medication. She looked into the cup and aw a capsule and two familiar pulls. She patted Jon’s arm. “Take them and get some sleep. I’ll head to the house and unload the SUV. See you later.” She walked from the room with Cate.
Cate paused. “Dr. Joe or his new partner will be in to check on your brother. One of them will be here around three.”
“I’ll be here.”
“The gang will arrive at your house around five. We’re bringing dinner from the Hot Doggery. Then we’ll give you a hand settling in. Don’t do any unpacking until we arrive.”
“Sounds good.” Suzanna hurried to her car. She would be here when Dr. Joe arrived. She remembered him from her Grantley days. He’d been the newest addition to the staff and had enjoyed teaching the student nurses,
She glanced at her watch. She had time to waste until Dr. Joe arrived. At four thirty, she had to be at the house to meet the friends with a U-Haul. Instead of going home, she drove to the mall and grabbed a chef’s salad at one of the restaurants. Then she found the computer store and bought a laptop for Jon. The tech loaded programs including a word processing program and some games.
She finished at two thirty and drove to Rehab using her key card for the staff lot. She hurried to the entrance, crossed the foyer and used the stairs. When she reached her brother’s room, he was awake. “You okay?”
“Slept for an hour. Food’s pretty good. Better than at the other place. Do hope this new doctor doesn’t want me to perform.
“You can always refuse.” She heard a rap on the door. “Come in. She turned and nearly slid from the chair. He can’t be here. How had this happened? Why hadn’t she heard? “What are you doing here?” A thread of anger made her voice shrill.
A smile froze on his face. “I’m checking on my new patient. Do you have a problem with that?”
She shook her head. Though seeing him and knowing this would be a daily event, she couldn’t question his medical skills. “I was expecting Dr. Joe.”
“I’m his new partner. Do you have Jon’s records?”
“I gave Cate a disc. They should be in his record here.”
He opened a tablet and spent a few minutes scanning the screen. “They’re here. After my assessment, I’ll read them.”
Suzanna ruffled Jon’s dark curls. “Dr. Winstone is a good doctor. I worked with him at City. Listen to him.”
A puzzled expression appeared on Jon’s face. He looked from her to Caleb. “Okay.”
“I’ll be back with your second dinner.” She brushed past Caleb. Her legs felt rubbery and tears blurred her vision. Now she knew where he’d gone. Her new position had become a challenge she wasn’t sure she could master.



Wednesday, November 21, 2018

Wednesday Bast's Warrior #MFRWHooks #BWLPublishing #alternate world #Egypt

Bast's Warrior (An Alternate Egypt Book 1) Kindle Edition

Join the authors at #MFRWHooks to read some great excerpts here Mine is am alternate Egypt story found here

Tira flees a threat to her life and encounters two elderly women who offer her the chance to be sent to an alternate ancient Egypt with no thought of return. She has had a fascination with Egypt and can even read hieroglyphics. Once there she will be given a task. Failure could mean death. Dare she take the chance and can she find the lost symbols of the rule before an enemy finds them? 

Kashe, son of the nomarch of Mero is in rebellion. His father desires him to join the priesthood of Aken Re, a foreign god. He feels he belongs to Horu, god of warriors and justice. He decides to leave home, meets Tira and joins her in the search for the symbols of the rule. Will his aid bring good fortune and will their growing love keep them from making a fatal mistake?

Previously published as The Warrior of Bast

"This engaging voyage into an ancient Egypt that includes power-hungry priests and hazardous treasure hunts entertains from page one. Familial intrigue heightens the tension, as does a kidnapping or two. The cast of characters is dynamic and complements the well-conceived plot." ~ 4 Stars, Susan Mobley, Romantic Times Magazine


Though those words brought a lessening of Kashe’s tension, the odds against him were eight to one. Still he intended to fight. The first of the attackers sped toward him. Kashe waited until the man’s intentions were clear. He slashed with his knife and a line of blood appeared on the enemy’s chest. The man howled and retreated. Kashe moved to the side in an attempt to prevent being encircled. He ducked a swung club. The dodge saved him from a knife wielder. Instead of Kashe the club bashed the man with the knife.
      A cat yowled. An eerie shout answered. For a moment the attackers froze. A stranger kicked one of the enemies beneath the chin. An ally, Kashe thought. Another attacker charged the new arrival. In a blur the man flew through the air and slammed against the street. Kashe evaded a fist and dove forward. He connected with an attacker’s stomach. His ally faced another of the enemy and slashed the side of a hand against the man’s throat. Before long the eight river men sprawled on the ground.
Kashe drew a deep breath and turned to thank his ally. He stepped over fallen bodies. “Don’t know who you are or where you came from but you have my thanks.”
      “No problem. You were in trouble.”
     His eyes widened. The new arrival was a tall beautiful woman. Her skin was a warm brown several shades darker than his. Black hair, clipped short, formed tight curls. Her eyes were as dark as night. Her gaze filled with desire.
     She strode toward him. Her eyes glittered and he saw her beaded nipples press against her breast band. His body responded to her scent. He was primed and she seemed willing.
     He pulled her into his arms and pressed his mouth against hers. The touch felt as hot as the growing season’s sun at midday. He cupped her rear. The aroma of sweat and woman surrounded him. Her nipples tightened against his chest. She fit against him perfectly.
      She slid her arms across his shoulders and stroked the skin beneath his warrior’s braid. He slipped a hand under the edge of her kilt and pressed her closer. With his teeth he tugged on her lower lip and gained entrance to her mouth. His engorged member throbbed with an urgent need for release.
     The cat yowled again. Horu Ka screeched. Awareness of where he was and what he’d been about to do slammed into Kashe. He drew a deep breath and released her.
     “Don’t stop,” she murmured.
     He didn’t want to let her go but continuing wasn’t for here and now. “Not a good idea. The river men are stirring. We must go.”
     She drew a deep breath. “You’re right.” She moved away and retrieved a bundle.

     As she slid her arms through the straps moonlight glinted on the amulet she wore. Kashe examined the medallion. “Are you one of Bast’s warriors?”



Tuesday, November 20, 2018

Tuesday's Writer's Tip - Checklist for Using the Senses #MFRWAuthor #BWLPublishing #Senses

You've finished your manuscript and are set about revising the story. Make sure you've used the senses in ways that help the reader enter the story. Here's a checklist to follow. After doing this many times, you'll find it comes with ease. I've been judging for a contest lately and I've found the main thing wrone is the senses aren't used effectively. After the writers use sight to describe a person physically, they may use sound but that's generally in dialogue or in rather mundane ways.

1. Have you used all the senses - sight, sound, taste, touch, smell?

2. Have you used them in both internal and external dialogue? And in narrative passages?

3. Have you used them to develop character, advance the plot and give information?

4. Are they used to show setting? Characters, time frame and tone or mood?

Take your stories paragraph by paragraph and see if using the senses can enhance the story.

Monday, November 19, 2018

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

Meander i - Poem - A Trip To The Morgue

Night is dark, black, quiet.
Simence hovers in your room.
You're dead and I must
Take your body to the morgue.
But first I must touch flesh
That breathed with life, pain
Just moments ago.
I never knew you vital
Only sick, gaunt, yellowed
Dying flesh
And so I hesitate.
There should be one you loved
To colse your marble eyes
And gently shroud your flesh
In the crinkled paper bag.
Someone you live should walk with you
Along the hall so dim
But I'm the nurse
My duty calls
And so I do those things.
Then when you're on the stretcher
A mound andnot a man.
The halls are gray.
Little eye lights.
Vast shadows without end.
We reach the morgue
And I life you up
Onto the metal slab.
The room is cold.
And so am I.

Meander 2 - Snow - The first snowfall of the year arrived a few days ago. It came at an inconvenient time, just as people were returning home from work. I wasn't outon the roads. Good thinking on my part. Cars were stranded. Cars were abandoned. Today, the streets are clear. Let's hope the next snow story will choose to come at night when all are sleeping.

Meander 3 - Writing. Moving slowly forward with my current WIP. I need to buckle down and get this together sooner than later. Perhaps this week I'll get more writing time in. Problem is there are so many life things to interfere.



Sunday, November 18, 2018

Sunday's Book The Leo Aquarius Connection #MFRWauthor #BWLPublishing #Medical romance #Leo #Aquarius

The Leo-Aquarius Connection (Opposites in Love Book 5) Kindle Edition

The nurses stare as he exits the elevator on the Pediatric Unit. “Enter the handsome doctor.” Those are Doctor Caleb Winstone’s words as he steps off the elevator. Though he’s embarrassed, this Leo doctor rolls with the punches. 

He’s returned home to join an older doctor in the practice. Before long he learns the new nurse manager of the unit is a woman he knows. Of all the women in the world, she is the last one he wants to see. How can he manage to work daily with her? Before the day ends, he discovers his mother has decided who he should marry and the woman is quite willing. Not for him.

Suzanna Rollins is an Aquarian and now the guardian of her half-brother who was badly injured in a car accident. She takes the position as nurse manager of the Pediatric unit for several reasons. One is the move from the city re-unites her with college friends, the Grantley Gang. The other is for the excellent Rehab Center. On the day of her arrival, she encounters Caleb. What is he doing here and why? Can she work with the man she fell in and out of love with the night he offered her less than marriage?

Caleb’s interest in helping her half-brother gives them more together time than they imagined.


September 4, 2018
Format: Kindle Edition