Wednesday, July 31, 2019

Wednesday Shattered Dreams #MFRWHooks #BWLPublishing #Romance #Medical

Shattered Dreams ebook by Janet Lane Walters

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Torn apart years ago by lies and threats, Rafe Marshall returns to town and confronts Manon Lockley. She has been told he died on the night he stood her up for their senior prom. When she faints, Rafe catches her and realizes he hasn’t stopped loving her. Manon carries anger and now grief that wasn’t real. Rafe wants her in his life, but she doesn’t want to talk about what happened in the past. She can’t be sure if her father or someone else told lies about Rafe and she doesn’t want to know. Can Rafe persuade her to listen? Not without a battle.


She dropped the charts in her office and walked to the reception area. “Has the last patient arrived?”
“He’s changing. I’ll do the prelim.” Emma grinned. “He’s hot. Big guy with well defined muscles. Blue eyes surrounded by dark lashes. Lord, I’d love to have them. The eyes and lashes though… Oh, a killer smile.”
Manon laughed. “Have plans for him?”
Emma turned away. “I can only look and dream. He says he’s taken.”
“Maybe the next one will be yours.”
Emma hurried down the hall. Manon studied the next day’s schedule and discovered she would be involved in a marathon of patient visits.
She rested her elbow on the desk. She had to do something about Tom. His weekly visits for vague complaints had to stop. Several times she’d referred him to specialists. The lack of calls from these doctors meant he hadn’t made any of the calls. Why didn’t he hear her message? She had no intention of dating him again. His awkward attempt at seduction when they’d been in high school had made her vow never again. She hadn’t changed her mind.
A painful memory surfaced. Her hands fisted.
Not going there either. Not today. Not ever.
Emma paused at the desk. “New patient is set.” She dropped a thick packet on the desk. “Copy of his medical record.”
Manon stared at the manila folder. With a health history with that many pages, she wondered why the hospital had hired him. She rose.
“Anything I should know?” Emma asked.
“There is. Once I document Mr. Sands’ last visit, make a copy of his records for him. If he calls for an appointment remind him he’s no longer my patient. I’m not willing to commit insurance fraud or have him continue to take time when I could see someone who needs me.”
“About time,” Emma said. “What if he persists?”
“Though I’ll probably be laughed out of town, I’ll ask for a restraining order and mention the office visits and my fears of being involved in fraud.”
Emma laughed. “Good for you. Bet that stops him.” She leaned against the wall. “Do you mind if I head out? If I rush, I can have dinner before class.”
“Go ahead. “Which class?”
“Statistics. Love that class.”
“You’re crazy.”
Emma slung her bag over her shoulder. “See you.”
Manon watched her friend hurry away. At the door, Emma waved and grinned.
Why the sly smile? Manon walked to the examining room and pulled a folder from the holder. She glanced inside. No name. Emma had been in a hurry.
As she opened the door, the scent of an aftershave sent her hurtling toward the past. For the second time that afternoon, memories of the boy she’d loved surfaced. She drew a deep breath.
Get a grip.
Without a glance at the waiting patient, she strode to the counter. The aroma strengthened. Hadn’t been her imagination. She turned her head and stared at the man wearing the green cotton examining gown. She gripped the edge of the counter. Blood rushed from her head.
“You’re dead.” The words slashed the silence. This couldn’t be happening.
The voice sounded like the one from her dreams. She opened her mouth to ask where he’d been and what he’d been doing for the past twelve years. She sucked in a shallow breath. Asking that question would only stir the emotions she had frozen.
“Don’t bail on me. Sit down.”
Her fingers had no feeling. Waves of darkness dimmed her vision. The edge of the counter disappeared. Her knees buckled. Blackness engulfed her.

Tuesday, July 30, 2019

Tuesday's Writer's Tip - More on the Mood of your story-- Tone #MFRWAuthor #BWLPublishing #Mood #Tone

Another thing about establishing the mood of your book is tone,  Is the story bright or dark. To do this much depends on word choices. Today would be different. That's perhaps the opening words of the story. How do you expand this to make the story either bright or dark.

For bright, choose your wods with care. Sara glanced at the window. The bright sunlight filled her with energy. Excitement about the events of the day filled her with joy. Today was her wedding. These words express a certain bright tone to the word choices.

Now we look at the Dark tone. Sara glanced at the window. The bright sunlight didn't raise her spirits. A funeral should happen in gloom and rain. She searched the sky and saw no clouds. This wasn't right. Her mood sunk lower.

Both openings show what kind of story will follow. Words count when establishing a story's mood.

Monday, July 29, 2019

Meandering on Monday with Janet Lane Walters #MFRWAuthor #BWLPublishing #poem #Writing #reading #Jennifer Probst

Meander 1  Poem -- Fragmented Life --

Fragmented life
Little beads
On a string
Woven pattern
Beaded clothes
Cut the string
Life falls apart
Put together again

Meander 2 - Reading

While working on a new story, I read between writing sessions. I don't read much, no more than a chapter or a long scene. The one thing I avoid at these times is books that I haven't read before. Problem here is that I want to read the book to the end. What I do is pick an author where I have a lot of books by them and re-read them. They can be in any genre but the one I'm writing in. Right now I'm working on a fantasy so when I looked over the collections I had, I chose Jennifer Probst. I've followed her career from the beginning and quite recall pushing her to publish and not to give up. So glad she kept on and writes wonderfully. May she keep on until she's as old as I am.

Meander 3 - Writing

Am working hard on the rough draft of Lines of Fire Challenged. This book is both a quest and also a discovery of what life is about. Have four chapters blocked an and am working on the fifth. I believe there may be as many as 12 chapters when I finish. Rough drafts are fun and can often go astray. So far I'm keeping to the dream and not veering but it could happen.  When that happens, I go back to the beginning and maybe restructure some events to add in what may have turned me into a side road. Rough drafts are fun.

Sunday, July 28, 2019

Sunday's Book - Forgotten Dreams #MFRWAuthor #BWLPublishing #Medical #Hollywood

Forgotten Dreams (Moonchild Book 5)

Chad Morgan is tired of his Hollywood life and his role as action hero Storm. He's ignoring the contracts for two more movies in the franchise. He wants to take a different direction and make a movie of his friend's book. He has bought the rights. But his agent and the studio want more Storm. His personal life is also bouncing from one woman to another. His thoughts have turned to Emma Grassi, the woman he left behind in his quest for fame. He decides to return to Fern Lake and speak to his friend and renew his friendship with Emma.

Emma is now a nurse practitioner sharing an office with her doctor friend. She has waited for Chad to return and has decided this isn't going to happen. She's decided to confront him and put an end to the dream she has remembered and he has forgotten. Life takes a twist when Chad 's auto accident on the outskirts of Fern Lake bring them together. She wants out. He wants in.

Saturday, July 27, 2019

Saturday's Blurbs feature Books by Amanda Faye #MFRWAuthor #Romance #Nurse Practitioner #Medical

Just A Dream (Doctor Drama Book 1)

Just a Dream

Dr. Liam Mackenzie has it all—a job he loves, a family he adores, and a wife he can’t live without… until he wakes up from a coma and realizes his perfect life only exists in his dreams. Now, he has a dilemma: risk his years’ long friendship for love everlasting or ignore what his heart and soul want?

Samantha Johnson is more than a great Nurse Practitioner; she’s a great best friend. When her longtime friend awakens from a coma, she knows in her heart, she’s where she’s supposed to be, but there’s one major problem—she’s engaged to another man.

Will their sudden realization that they’re perfect for each other cause irrevocable damage to their friendship or will it lead them to a long-awaited happily ever after?

Just a Dream is a Friends to Lovers Romance with a high steam level and a HEA

Beautiful Trauma

Bonded by a shared past. Forced together by circumstance. United by fate.

What begins as an ordinary day for surgeon, Dr. Noah Anderson devolves into chaos following a mass shooting at the local mall. Despite the rumors about the tiny blonde savior, he’s more surprised than anyone to learn who risked her life to save others. Covered in blood, there is is—Elizabeth, his ex-wife, mother of his child, and now, a victim of a heinous crime.

Dr. Elizabeth Stewart is a warrior, but when tragedy strikes, she’s shaken to her core.

With the shooter still firing, she thinks of nothing other than saving those around her. Now that it’s over, the warmth of Noah’s familiar arms gives her a sense of peace that is only temporary.

Will this tragic event help these lost loves smooth out their difference and find their way to a new normal or will the trauma be too much for them to bear? 

Friday, July 26, 2019

Friday Amanda Campbell is visiting and talking about Who She Was Before #MFRWAuthor #Romance

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

In my real life, I’m a data analyst and IT professional, but my husband says that I am a professional reader. I’ve spent the last several years beta reading for author friends and fan fiction friends and doing other friends college literature courses. I lost numerous hours complaining to my husband about this plot point or that plot point and finally, he told me to either write my own story or stop complaining about other peoples. So I did, and I found that I loved it even more than reading, and that was something I never expected.

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’m not genre-specific at all. While I’ve stayed in the romance genre, for the time being, all three of my current written works have fallen into a different sub-genre. I have a hundred different stories running through my mind currently with a hundred different themes.

3. Did your reading choices have anything to do with your choice of a genre or genres? 

I love reading everything and anything. I’ve even been known to pick up the occasional horror story, which certainly falls at the bottom of my to-read list. Romance, though, is what I read the most. When I’m feeling down or lonely, or bored, I always reach for a romance first. I am, of course, a HUGE Pride and Prejudice fan, even naming one of my children Elizabeth, and trying, unsuccessfully, to have my son named after Darcy. My other current go-to favorite is the Time Travelers Wife. Second to romance would be fantasy. If I can find a good romantic fantasy, even better. I chose to write romance because I feel like it was what closest touches my soul, and because I don’t feel like I have the imagination for fantasy.

4. What's your latest release? 

Beautiful Trauma will be released on July 30th, 2019.  It is the story of Noah and Elizabeth. A raw and real second chance romance, it’s the story about an ex-couple brought together again through a heinous crime. Will love conquer all, or will the trauma be too much to bear? Beautiful Trauma is an angst filled and steamy stand alone with a happily ever after.

5. What are you working on now? 

I’m currently working on the story of Logan and Emma. Logan and Emma are a crossover of my first two stories, Just A Dream and Beautiful Trauma. The current working title is S.O.S, and its expected release date is October 2019. It’s a fun, flirty, and steamy friends with benefits with a happily ever after.

6. Where can we find you? 

You can find me almost anywhere.

Thursday, July 25, 2019

Thursday's Fourth Scene Lines of Fire #MFRWAuthor #BWLPublishing #Fantasy #Romance

Not wanting to admit his second failure to find a bondmate, Alric held his bihorn, Storm Cloud to a walk and avoided farms and villages. At night he camped in forest glades. Though the members of his patrol wouldn’t blame him for the failure he felt troubled. Somewhere in the Hall his heart bound waited for discovery. Would he have the time to find her or would the Swordmaster force him to make another unsuitable choice?
Two weeks after leaving the site of the duel with the desert rider, Alric neared the Guild House. He pushed his bihorn to a steady pace. By late afternoon he would reach his destination. Three days after that, Ingathering Day would occur. The other four patrols had already left on their rounds. When he arrived he had to report to the Swordmaster and face the leader’s gloating remarks over the failure of another bonding.
Tension centered between his shoulder blades. He pressed a hand against the bonding bracelet dangling from a chain about his neck. The links of the unusual piece were made from gold, silver, copper and electrum.
The sun reached midday. Storm Cloud slowed. Alric stroked his mount’s neck. “Not much further. Then grooming, food and a treat.”
The steed’s pace returned to a steady canter. Alric steadied his thoughts. He would reach the Hall in time to search the records for news of the sibs his father had mentioned years ago. He had avoided searching before but since meeting Jens, a need to know had arisen.
When he saw the massive stone wall surrounding the four halls belonging to the four guilds of Investia, foreboding entered his thoughts. Though his father had named the Swordmaster as an enemy, Alric didn’t understand the older man’s animosity. During the training days there had never been a word of praise. Even now Alric’s reports were searched for flaws.
He rode through the open gate leading to the Defenders Hall. He dismounted and led his bihorn across the courtyard to the stables. There he brushed Storm Cloud’s dark brown coat until it gleamed, polished the horns and checked the animal’s hooves. He filled the manger with hay and oats, adding a handful of the tart purple apelons. These fruits were the steed’s favorite treat.
After cleaning and oiling the saddle and tack, he hung them on a hook and lifted the pack and journal. Unable to delay any longer he strode to the central entrance. He paused outside the Swordmaster’s door and knocked. He braced for the lecture he didn’t deserve. Neither of his bondmates chosen by the leader had suited. They had returned to their villages. Though the leader should guard his men, the Swordmaster’s attempts to control Alric’s life were wrong.
Alric closed the door and stood in front of the highly polished mahogany desk. The dark wood was covered with record books. The Swordmaster glared. A liberal sprinkling of white, colored his sandy hair.
“Defender Alric, reporting.” He placed his journal on the desk.
The Swordmaster bent his head and read the short entries. “Your accounts agree with the others of your patrol. No fatalities and only one death among your four years on rounds of the sectors. You have quite a record.” He stroked his chin. “Why do young men not chosen for training attack from behind?”
Alric shrugged. “If I could read minds such tragedies could be avoided.”
“Where is your bondmate?”
Alric straightened. “She remained at the outpost village in the southern sector. She had no desire to be a Defender and her skills were mediocre.” He placed his hands on the desk. “This time the choice is mine.”
The older man’s jaw thrust forward. “There is no time for you to visit the Women’s Quarters and court any of the unbonded. There are important short assignments you can best fulfill. I have chosen the perfect mate for you. She has long admired your skills and she will bond permanently. When she names you, you will accept.”
Alric drew a deep breath. “According to the rules governing this guild, a man or a woman has the right to choose his third mate. Section 4, Rule 1.”
The older man smiled. “Rules can be overturned by the Swordmaster.”
A frown tightened Alric’s forehead. He had memorized the Defender’s rules. “Why have I never seen that written?”
“Unwritten and known only to the Swordmaster. Passed from my predecessor to me. Followed for several generations. Broken just once in my memory and the Defender who broke the rule ended in disgrace. The woman he chose walked into the abyss of death.”
Though Alric fought to control his reaction, he flinched. Had the incident been part of his father’s disgrace? Did the custom explain why the same family had ruled the Defenders for several generations? Were any rivals identified and bonded with unsuitable mates so they were banished when the bondings failed?
The Swordmaster half-rose. “Go to your suite. Sleep well. In three days the gong will summon the patrols for the Ingathering. You will meet your final bondmate.”
Alric backed to the door. He didn’t trust the older man not to throw the knife he held. For an instant he studied the lines of fire on the Swordmaster’s skin. Dark, turgid and touched with evil. The state of the leader’s lines meant he had turned toward the ways of darkness. If challenged, could he be defeated?
As he stepped into the hall, tension shot along his spine. His chest felt as though iron bands circled his ribs. Two men he wished to avoid approached. Robec, the leader’s son and Petan, the bully, sauntered along the corridor. Alric glanced at their arms. Both remained unbonded. He’d heard about Petan’s ill-fortune with his bondmates. Robec had never been chosen. Why?
“Country boy,” Petan drawled. “No bracelet?”
The band around Alric’s chest prevented him from drawing a deep breath. “Just as you have none. At least my former mates are alive. Didn’t both of yours suffer tragic accidents?”
Anger flashed in the beefy man’s dark eyes. “Stupid gits. Last one tried to take a duel I’d marked as mine.”
Had Petan taken the young woman’s life rather than the killer being the man she’d fought? Petan had killed the fighter so there was no one to say what had happened.
Alric turned to Robec. “Do you have taunts to add?”
A flash of color stained Robec’s face. During their training years, he had been Alric’s closest rival for honors. Alric had usually emerged the winner. He believed his rival saw the lines of fire though he failed to use them. Was the reason personal? Did Robec see the dark lines of his father and his friend and refuse to believe what they meant?
When he refused the Swordmaster’s choice, which of his rivals would issue the challenge? He knew Robec’s style. Petan had been a year ahead of him so he and Alric had never dueled.
Robec cleared his throat. “Successful trip?”
“Five duels. No deaths. I’ve only one on my record.” He grinned. “There was a sixth duel but no Justicar was present. Was with a desert rider. He was good but not good enough.”
“Should have killed the scum.” Petan clamped Robec’s arm. “Come on. We’re due at the Women’s Quarters. Kalia’s waiting.”
“You’re right.” Robec’s voice sounded devoid of emotion. “She doesn’t like to wait for anyone.”
Alric’s hands fisted. Who had given Petan permission to enter the area where many of the unbonded women and a few of the bonded ones had chambers? Robec’s mother and sisters stayed there. Petan had no female kin living in the Hall. Was this another exception to the rule?
He hurried along the corridor to the south wing of the sprawling building. In his suite he opened windows to clear out the stale air. He set his pack on the bed and removed dirty clothes. He carried them to the baths and dumped them in the hampers. Some would be washed and mended. Others turned to rags. The soft buckskin trousers would be cleaned and brushed.
He stripped and stepped into the hot pool. After a quick scrub of his body and his hair, he plunged into the warm rinsing pool. After drying and donning a change of clothes taken from the shelves, he combed and braided his hair, binding the ends with a strip of leather.
Food next. He’d missed the nooning. His stomach growled. He headed to the refectory. Taking a wooden tray and mug he moved along the line selecting a hearty meal of sliced beef, tubers and fresh greens.
At the end of the line he filled two mugs with citren and scanned the tables. No members of his patrol were to be seen. His gaze locked with one belonging to a young woman with touches of fire in her brown hair. Time fled. The degree of connection nearly caused him to drop the tray. She was perfect. Who was she? He had to learn her name.
When she lowered her gaze he noticed her companions. Was she Robec’s sister or his chosen bondmate? If so, a problem existed. Another thought made him ill. Had she been chosen by the Swordmaster as Petan’s third mate?
Alric clutched the tray. He refused to think she had any connection to Petan. The lines of fire on her skin showed the vivid scarlet of health and vitality. Alric walked to a small empty table. He had seen a woman he would gladly choose.

Wednesday, July 24, 2019

Wednesday Forgotten Dreams #MFRWHooks #BWL Publishing #Romance #Hollywood

Forgotten Dreams (Moonchild Book 5)

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Chad Morgan is tired of his Hollywood life and his rome as action hero Storm. He's ignoring the contracts for two more movies in the franchise. He wants to take a different direction and make a movie of his friend's book. He has bought the rights. But his agent and the studio want more Storm. His personal life is also bouncing from one woman to another. His thoughts have turned to Emma Grassi, the woman he left behind in his quest for fame. He decides to return to Fern Lake and speak to his friend and renew his friendship with Emma.

Emma is now a nurse practitioner sharing an office with her doctor friend. She has waited for Chad to return and has decided this isn't going to happen. She's decided to confront him and put an end to the dream she has remembered and he has forgotten. Life takes a twist when Chad's auto accident on the outskirts of Fern Lake bring them together. She wants out. He wants in.


Chad Morgan leaned against the wall near the French doors leading to the garden of the ball room. The scent of June roses drifted on the breeze. A distant hum of traffic rumbled beneath the pop songs played by the band. Dark clouds played tag across the moon carrying the promise of a coming storm. His thoughts approached another kind of storm, one burning in his gut.
Tonight was his to savor but the taste was sour. The celebration of his latest flick bored him. His body ached from the day’s six hour workout to keep his body fit for another action adventure as the unbeatable Storm. The fourth of the franchise his agent and the studio hoped would never end had been released today.
Music blared the latest tunes along with the series’ theme song. Couples gyrated to the pounding beat. Women wearing glittering gowns and men in dark tuxes turned like fragments of glass in a kaleidoscope. He released a breath. Just another Hollywood party.
In a silent salute, Chad raised his glass and sipped. He welcomed the burn of rum and cola. His drink and Storm’s favorite. Nothing effete about the kick ass hero, his way with women and his ability to hold his alcohol. What no one knew produced a chuckle. Unlike his on screen persona, the glass he held contained the first and last of the night.
He watched a curvaceous blonde weave her way among the dancers headed in his direction. She paused to lift a glass of champagne from a strolling waiter. Her top shimmered beneath the lights. The low swoop of the neckline barely covered her nipples.
Chad sipped again. He should know her…Her name was Mindy, Mandy, Bimbo. Just one of the latest crop of aspiring starring ladies who managed to attend every important party. She glided closer.
“Hiding in plain sight?” Her husky whisper left him cold.
“Observing,” he said.
His laughter raised a groan. “What do you see?”
He could answer with the truth but he wouldn’t. Truth wasn’t needed tonight. What he saw was false laughter, pretense and boring people. He looked past her. “The same thing I see at similar affairs. What’s your pleasure?” He had an idea but he wanted to hear her ploy.
Her smile held a promise he didn’t want. She ran her hand along his arm. “I’m tired of secondary roles.” She sucked in a deep breath and nearly exposed her nipples. “I hear there’s another Storm movie being cast.” Her fingers reached his shoulder. “You could let people see the chemistry between us. That’s how your last leading lady did.” She touched his lips. “I’m available.”
“Did Cindy really do that? I never guessed.” He fought the urge to laugh. Cindy’s agent and his had orchestrated the romance that had only been in the papers not in life.
He spotted the man he’s avoided all evening. Though he didn’t want to speak to Gregson, the man’s presence would chase this opportunistic female away. He stepped away. “Speak to your agent. Perhaps he can arrange a reading. Mine is on the way. He wants to talk.”
She pulled a card from her cleavage. “Give me a call. I promise you won’t be sorry.”
Gregson arched an eyebrow. “A new conquest? Time for some promo ops and rumors.”
Chad shook his head. “She wants to star in my next movie. Not happening.”
His slender, blond agent smiled. “Shame. You tempted?”
“Not interested. What’s on your mind?”
“You need to sign the contracts for Storm five and six. They want to start filming in September.”
Chad released the breath he held. “I need a break. I’m tired of being typecast.” Before the four Storm films, there had been spots in three other action films. He pointed to a trio of babes headed in their direction. “I’m also tired of being a chick magnet.”
Gregson scowled. “Goes with the territory. Think photo op.”
“Not the kind of life I want anymore.”
“What you want and what the studio demands shows you’re not reading the right script. Do number five and six and they might give you a chance to do something else. It’s the money, my friend. You opened in the top spot world wide this weekend. You need to keep doing what you do best.”
Anger bubbled closer to the surface. Chad feared erupting like Old Faithful. “I’m sick of Storm. I’m tired of kicking ass. I’m fed up doing the same scene with slight variations again and again. I want to do Rob’s book. You said the script was great.”
Gregson’s hand landed on Chad’s shoulder. “Not your style. I’ve shopped the idea. Had some interest but not with you in the lead role. Two more Storms and you’ll be on your way to the bank with millions. In two years we’ll ask again.”
In one long swallow, Chad finished the drink. He slapped the glass into Gregson’s hand. “In two years I’ll be dead from boredom.” He stepped out into the dark night.
“Let me know when you’re ready to toe the line,” Gregson called. “You know you will.”
Chad strode to his car. He wasn’t toeing any line, not as Storm. Hollywood no longer held the glamour he’d embraced ten years ago when he’d arrived. He could have chosen a different road. His athletic abilities could have earned him a college scholarship but the acting virus had invaded his life. Four years of drama in high school and multiple roles in the local theater group had brought him here.
He’d followed that dream but there had been other dreams. Could he find them again? Smiling chocolate eyes in a lovely face surrounded by dark curls flashed in his thoughts. Had she found a dream different from the one they’d shared and he’d forgotten? He slid behind the wheel and drove to his large and lonely home behind stone walls. There were decisions to be made but not tonight. He would remember her…Emma.
In an unusual move, the moment he reached the house, he mixed a second rum and cola.

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Tuesday, July 23, 2019

Tuesday's Writer's Tip Looking at Mood in your story #MFRWAuthpr #BWL Publishing #Writer #Tip #Mood

Setting the mood of a story. What form of mood will you use for the overall tone of your book. Not every scene has to follow the trend but take care when switching from one to another. So what are these forms.

Comedy means an amusing story with a happy ending. If you start a story in this manner, don't switch to tragedy in the second half of the book. Humor can be part of the story but it doesn't necessarily have to be funny for the entire book. Amusing us a better way to go.

Tragedy is almost the opposite of comedy. There is no happy ending. Think Shakespeare's tragedies. Macbeth is a one.

Melodrama appeals to the emotions often by exaggerations . Usually there is a happy ending but not always. The characters are usually larger than life.

So when you start your story you should decide on the form you will use.

Monday, July 22, 2019

Meandering on Monday with Janet Lane Walters #MFRWAuthor #BWL Publishing #Poem- Spring #Book signing #Amwriting

Meander 1 -- Poem -- Spring

Green grass sprouts
Through brown earth
Fertility again
The earth blossoms

Meander 2  Book Signing Part Two - Yesterday the book signing at the Barking Goose went well. John had a number of guests arrive so there was an audience for the reading. There were sales and that was nice. For me the most interesting was I had a friend in the audience. She had once come to Hudson Valley for the Saturday meetings. I really liked that she had purchased a copy of Words Perfect years ago and that she uses it when writing. She has even underlined parts of the book. More than sales, this really raised my spirits. She also follows my blog. I really appreciate this. Also has someone say she was going to listen to the audio of Murder and Mint Tea. Also someone likes fantasy and hopefully will look up some of mine.

Meander 3 -- Writing. Am roughing in Chapter 4 of the Lines of Fire bit. Must let Jude know I'll have to write a new CAF. Part till be all right but the title different and the blurb also. This is the problem with writing a CAf months and months before the book is more than an idea..

Sunday, July 21, 2019

Sunday's Book Lines of Fire #MFRWAuthor #BWL Publishing #Fantasy #Romance

Lines of Fire (The Guild House - Defenders Hall)

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

January 20, 2013
Format: Kindle EditionVerified Purchase
This was a good story. I liked the characters and the world created. The "lines of fire" was an interesting concept. I especially liked this idea and how it was revealed and used within the story. However, this book could have been so much more. I would have liked the characters to be fleshed out more and with greater emotion. It needed more explanation of the background details. Sentences were choppy and hard to follow at times. Characters had little physical descriptions and that drove me crazy as I always work to create a picture of them and the world they live in as I read. Truly, this is a good story and a good read. I do recommend you read it.

July 19, 2014
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Saturday, July 20, 2019

Saturday's Blurbs featuring Books by Keta Diablo #MFRWAuthor #Evil

A Darker Shade of Evil: A Demon and Devil Anthology by [Diablo, Keta, Gray, Khardine, Raye, Dariel, Titus, Lori, Wilson, Muffy, Harlow, Marilyn, Miller, Gracen, Scott, Michelle, Smits, Katherine]

Pre-Order A Darker Shade of Evil from your favorite venue:

About A Darker Shade of Evil

Including stories from USA Today and Bestselling Authors

Khardine Gray, USA Today Bestselling Author– Alone In The Dark
Dariel Raye – USA Today Bestselling Author – The Devil Upstairs
Lori Titus USA Today Bestselling Author - Talons
Muffy Wilson – USA Today Bestselling Author – Succubus Unleashed
Keta Diablo – Bestselling Author – I Spy A Demon
Marilyn Harlow– Bestselling Author – Demons Are A Girl’s Best Friend
Gracen Miller – Bestselling Author - Hex
Michelle Scott – Bestselling Author – The Demon’s Prisoner
Katherine Smits – Bestselling Author – Siren Descending

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About A Darker Shade of Evil

Deadly demons, diabolical devils and other creatures of the night will hold you spellbound in this one-of-a-kind anthology. In a world of dark delights, they trifle in forbidden passion, suspense, and kick-ass battles. It’s all right here for you in this captivating urban fantasy and paranormal romance anthology!

Brought to you by USA Today and International Bestselling Authors, these stories of sexy alpha heroes and heroines will keep you turning the pages. Devils, demons and their lethal hunters will draw you into their conquests, twisted deceptions, scorching heat, and yes, even love.

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* Heat Rating: Spicy to Erotic Romance
* No Cliffhangers
* Happily-Ever-After or Happy-For-Now

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About I Spy A Demon – by Keta Diablo

When twins Cecily and Calder Sizemore’s parents are killed in a car accident they are taken in by Gus and Mae Frost. Raised like family by the Frosts, Cecily’s feelings for their son, Marcel, evolve into anything but sisterly as the years pass.  

Cecily always knew something was amiss in the Frost household. Little things belied the calm, peaceful ambiance Mae did her best to portray. Calder tried to warn her things were not as they appeared, but she didn’t want to believe him. But when Calder begs her to leave Des Moines, start a new life away from the secrets, away from the Frosts and away from Marcel, she follows his advice and shatters her heart in the process.

Now she’s been called home for her beloved brother's funeral. There's more to the story than meets the eye. Discrepancies in how Calder died lead her to believe it wasn’t a car accident. And she's not returning to Minnesota until she uncovers the truth. 

She’ll have to face Marcel again—the boy who stole her heart when she was eight, the man whose very presence turns her blood to liquid fire, and the man who walks the earth as if he owns every piece of it. He’s always played his cards close to his chest, but this time, he’s underestimated her dogged tenacity. She’ll find out what really happened to Calder, even if it’s her last act in life.