As they say, it's a bitch getting old.
But what can you do? For me it's learning to live with my limitations, while at the same time, trying to keep feeling young. (Yeah, right. With three teenagers living in the same house!)
It has recently dawned on me that I'm slowly nudging toward the big six oh. Not something I'm looking forward to, but at least its a couple of years off yet.
Still, I find more and more when I'm making cards that some of the images remind me of my lost youth. So I was quite pleased to learn there's a stamp company whose images depict those of, shall we say, ahem, later years.
I was quite shocked to discover they've been around for almost 27 years, but I only learned of them just a few weeks ago. Yikes!
Immediately I ordered two of their fun sets, and below is my first attempt at the set I've received so far.
(For those inquisitive minds, the company is Art Impressions, and this particular set is called Party Girls - from the 'girlfriends' range.)
It's probably wishful thinking, but I like to think this will be me and some of my friends in a few years time. Still having fun, still enjoying life to the full.
(I'll be the one with the blower, annoying the heck out of everyone else!)
I had a lot of fun coloring this image using Copic markers (which are a craft/artist product), despite it taking around forty minutes. I find the coloring process very relaxing, so it's totally worthwhile.
Hopefully, by the time I blog next month, my second set will have arrived. It has a lot more coloring to be done, but I'm certain the result will be worth the time spent.
Til next time,
p.s. I have a giveaway running at the moment. Go here to check out the gorgeous custom-made keychain you could win. There's also a custom-made necklace up for grabs!
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Thursday, July 10, 2014
For Us Oldies.... by Cheryl Wright
Multi-published author, Cheryl Wright, former secretary, debt collector, account manager, writing instructor, and shopping tour hostess, loves reading. She writes romantic suspense, contemporary romance, and the occasional comedy.
She lives in Melbourne, Australia, and is married with two adult children and has six grandchildren. When she’s not writing, she can be found in her craft room making greeting cards.
Monday, July 7, 2014
Sharing the Dream – by Tia Dani
As
part of the "Inside Books We Love" blog, we hope to create interesting information that isn't full of
self-promo, but will give our readers a chance to know who we really
are. They'll discover how we work and play, learn how we struggle with balancing our everyday lives, how we draw our
stories out of our heads, then finish them into a well-loved published book. And we do it all without losing our precious friendship.
Who are we?
First and foremost we are a dedicated writing team
who loves playing with words, creating "What Ifs", and are
following a shared dream.
We are wives, moms, and grandmas.
We didn't start out to be a writing team, but the
process evolved over time during our friendship. We met in 2002 at a local RWA
chapter and after several years passed we wrote and submitted a short story together just to
have some fun. To our delight the story sold. From then on we kicked our writing into high gear and found a way
to stick to a writing schedule, plus stay motivated to complete and submit a full manuscript. Also we decided working together might be a fun way to learn all
the technology of submitting and editing online. We don't know about you, but
we find it more fun when you work with a buddy.
While having all this fun we discovered something
else about ourselves. We have this unique quality of being more than friends
sharing common interests. We understand each other. We think alike, and often
finish each other's sentences without missing a beat. Yet, we still maintain
our individuality. It's these differences which makes our writing strong. Beverly
(who writes as Dani) has the uncanny ability to bring out the perfect "What
If?" scenarios that can make a great story tick. Christine (Tia of our
team) excels in arranging all those "What Ifs" into a semblance of
order. Tia calls it stacking the dominoes, (Future workshop).
Writing stories together is more than just being
co-authors for us. Team writing, as with any type of business partnership,
takes a lot of trust in each other and a strong commitment to the partnership.
It's hard work, but for us, we couldn't imagine doing it any other way.
Time's Enduring Love
By Tia Dani
Libby Strammon believed her life was on track. A
young woman of the tumultuous 1960's, she worked hard to fulfill her dream of
becoming a doctor so she could open a practice in the small Kansas farming
community where she was raised. But when a perilous storm sweeps her back a
hundred years into the past she is forced to rely on her instincts while
navigating the changed world that a hundred years difference has wrought.
Kansas Volunteer, Lieutenant Matthew Dome's magnetic
attraction to the slightly odd woman who appeared out of nowhere wars with past
promises made—promises he'd failed to keep. He yearns to have the fascinating
spitfire by his side, but can't let go of the past and his guilt long enough to
convince himself she belongs in his life.
When circumstances send Libby and Matthew into
danger, and a buried secret is revealed, Libby races against time to choose
between returning to the 20th century she is familiar with or remain with
Matthew who loves her but failed her once before?
"I was excited to read a novel from two authors
I consider friends/mentor, both exceptional women in their own right have
together created a novel worth the read! Quick paced, delightful banter,
enjoyable characters, and an entertaining plot. Absolutely loved it. I couldn't
stop reading it until I was done completely. Highly recommended for anyone who
enjoys romance with historical background settings. Can't wait to read their
next novel." ~A.S. Johnson, author~ Amazon, 5 Stars
If you're interested in learning more about Tia
Dani, please visit our website and friend us on Facebook.
Thanks for stopping by,
Tia Dani
Saturday, July 5, 2014
My Own Action Hero by Jamie Hill
Family movie night recently and I chose White House Down featuring Channing Tatum and Jamie Foxx. I'd been wanting to see it since last summer (my how the time does fly!) and it finally came on HBO so I remembered (a key issue!) and we watched it. I have to say, I really enjoyed it.
One of my favorite movies is Air Force One starring Harrison Ford and a cast of thousands, and this newer presidential flick was very similar in nature. Sure, you have to suspend belief a few times, but it was fun and the dialog between Tatum and Foxx made me laugh out loud. (Kind of like the dialog between Steve MaGarrett and Dano on the new Hawaii 5-0. Love it!)
Afterwards I was thinking that Channing Tatum would make a good Jack Dunlevy, the lead in my romantic suspense book Family Secrets. Sexy, tough yet tender when it comes to children, and when people are down on him and thinking the worst, he comes through in the end with flying colors. Channing's character in White House Down is the perfect Jack. *sigh*
(I understand Channing played a stripper in Magic Mike. That is definitely not Jack, but just for research purposes I might have to check the movie out...)
I've got plenty more to say on my own action heroes, so stop back next month and I'll expand--with photos!
Family Secrets
by Jamie Hill
As
if stumbling over a dead body isn't enough, Crystal Cartwright finds
herself playing surrogate mother to two small boys when their
father--her neighbor--doesn't come home. The kids aren't much trouble,
but the thieves, drug dealers and kidnappers they're about to encounter
are.
Detective Jack Dunlevy, a cop down on his luck, draws the cases no one else wants. A simple investigation involving a dead homeless man quickly changes as Crystal enlists Jack's help with the children. Drawn into a mystery that none of them could have anticipated, they're faced with a situation that will change their lives forever.
Detective Jack Dunlevy, a cop down on his luck, draws the cases no one else wants. A simple investigation involving a dead homeless man quickly changes as Crystal enlists Jack's help with the children. Drawn into a mystery that none of them could have anticipated, they're faced with a situation that will change their lives forever.
"Ms.
Hill is a genius! The plot line was AMAZING. It was action packed and
kept me on the edge of my seat almost the entire time. Ms. Hill has
become a favorite author of mine and I consider her to be an automatic
add to my "to be read list". If you are a serious suspense loving reader
who loves to form bonds with the characters, this is definitely the
book for you! I loved it and can't wait to read more of Ms. Hill's
books, she has the gift of knowing what the reader wants and then
hitting you with an ending you certainly don't expect. Two thumbs up!" ~
Val, You Gotta Read Reviews, 5 Stars
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Right now you can get my entire 'A Cop in the Family' series in one Triple Threat volume for only 99 cents (or $1.99, depending on when you read this.)
Check it out here, and see if you don't agree. Channing would make a great Jack!
Thursday, July 3, 2014
Wild Blue Mysteries
It's hard to believe it's been an entire year since The Bookstore Lady was first released. Even more amazing my second book The Mystery Lady was released earlier this year and yet a third book awaits in the wings.
The Wild Blue Detective Agency began with Danny Walker, a police officer, and Leo Blue, retired soldier, who began the agency in order to go undercover and stop a ruthless criminal named Maddox. In trying to take Maddox down, Danny Walker needs to track Paulina Chourney, Maddox's mistress.
Lovely, blonde Paulina escapes Maddox and arrives in the fictional small town of Packham, praying the men she worked for would never think to look for her in a small town. She gives herself a total makeover, changes her name to Katie Mullins, then makes a deal on a little bookstore she renovates and breathes new life into. Fate (and her real estate agent) brings her to rent a room in an elderly lady's home and Katie is thrust into a local writing group, successfully fading into anonymity.
That is, until Danny Walker wanders into town to visit family and figures out who she is.
And now for a taste of The Bookstore Lady. Enjoy!
Dunnsforth’s
body lay on the beach. His legs bobbed on the waves of Lake Erie entwined in
the blue and silver scarf clutched in his left hand. The late afternoon sun
cast strange shadows over his ashen face. Shoe prints dented the mud where
Dunnsforth and his shooter had stepped off the rocks.
Danny
held his breath while the forensics guys pulled the corpse higher onto the
rocks. He knew that scarf. Paulina wore it to Maddox’s party the night before. Did
she have it when they drove back into the city? Whoever shot him wore high-heeled
shoes, which eliminated the males at the party. Although, Al Duvall had potential.
If he wore a disguise and shaved his moustache, he would make a passable woman.
“Shit.”
Bobby Holland was tall and tanned. Both he and Danny joined the Newville Police
ten years earlier, but were only paired up two years ago to investigate DMR.
“You’d think a classy guy like this could get shot somewhere nice and sunny. I
could really use a tropical vacation about now.”
“Same
here.” Danny grimaced. The day was a blur of paperwork, evidence gathering and
now body collection. “Looks like he took a souvenir from whoever shot him. It
looks like the scarf Paulina wore last night.”
“Shot
in the right temple. You sure this isn’t a suicide?”
“With
Maddox involved? No way.” Danny glanced toward the glass, brick and steel
building, Maddox’s summer cottage, the site of the festivities less than
twenty-four hours earlier.
He
ran a hand through his hair, grateful he didn’t have to wear his disguise for
much longer. The shaggy blond wig and beard itched and gave him a rash. He
loved undercover work, but hated the makeup.
“Did
someone pick up Paulina this morning? We’ll need her statement to make things
stick against Maddox and the others. Keep her away from the others.”
Bobby
hesitated. “That’s a problem. Oswald got into a fender bender. By the time he
got to the motel, Paulina was gone. He went to her apartment but—”
“Let
me guess. She skipped town, which means we can’t eliminate her as a suspect
since she might have caught up to our vic.” Danny frowned. “Unless you think
there’s another body out there.”
“I
think it’s worth a look. DMR’s offices are secured, Maddox’s house locked up
and some of the people we arrested last night are already out on bail. There
are a lot of loose cannons running around.”
One
of the forensics investigators picked something off the scarf with tweezers.
“Any of your suspects have long blonde hair?”
Bobby
chuckled. “Five or six.”
Danny
sighed. “Paulina was the only one wearing a scarf like that though.”
“Shit.”
Bobby’s smile faded. “You really think she’s the shooter?”
“Anything’s
possible. We need to find her.”
Hope you enjoy reading The Bookstore Lady!
Diane Bator
Website: http://penspaintsandpaper.com
Blog: http://dbator.blogspot.ca/
Stay tuned for The Mystery Lady!
Prolific author, Editor, Associate Publisher, and Book Coach. Also mom of three grown ups and two fur babies.
Wednesday, July 2, 2014
MARGARET TANNER - SECRETS
SECRETS - WE ALL HAVE THEM
How many of us have secrets?
I doubt if there would be many people who don’t have at
least one secret. I don’t mean of the dark, dangerous variety, but some of us
may well have a secret that could place us in danger. Fortunately, I am not one
of those.
My secret – I am a chocoholic. How many times have I told my
hubby that I no longer eat chocolates, then I sneak off to my several hiding
places (not to be divulged on pain of death), where my secret stash is hidden.
You should always have more than one hideout for your illicit goodies just in
case one of them is discovered. I don’t want to be like Old Mother Hubbard –
who went to the cupboard to get her dog a bone, and when she got there the
cupboard was bare and the poor doggie had none. Change that to and when
Margaret got to her secret stash, the chokkies were gone and she had none. A
disaster of that proportion could not be allowed to happen, hence a few hiding
places. I call it my insurance policy.
In many families there are secrets that will never see the
light of day, except if someone in the family is into Geneology. My sister has
unearthed some shocking scandals as she undertook research into our family
tree. I swear, I could write a book about it. One of the most shocking secrets
was the fact that my grandmother had a baby when she was unmarried and only
eighteen years old. The baby died when he was only 6 days old. A couple of
years later she married my grandfather. No-one knew that, it remained hidden
for 120 years, until my sister unearthed the information during her research.
Another relative spent time in jail in the 1880’s for aiding
and abetting Ned Kelly, a famous Australian bushranger (outlaw). Then there
were all the “premature” babies that were born to aunts and great aunts. Not to
mention one great uncle who had two wives. Then there was a cousin who ran off
with a man who was older than her father. That caused a stir. Especially as the
man had a wife and 4 children. Still, can’t be all bad, thirty years later, and
the couple are still together.
In my experience, and I do have to quantify this by saying I
mainly read historical romance because that is what I write, there are often
dark secrets lurking in the background. Some of these could be life
threatening, in any case at the very least they threaten the hero and heroine’s
chance of getting their happily ever after ending.
In my novel, Allison’s War, the heroine’s secret is that the
baby she is expecting does not belong to her husband.
In Daring Masquerade, my heroine pretends she is a boy so
she can gain employment with the hero. Then, of course, she falls in love with
the hero. I mean, what can she do about it?
In my novel, Haunted Hearts, (the only contemporary I have published),
the heroine discovers that her father-in-law has been going through her cupboard drawers
and stealing her panties.
So, you can see that secrets abound in my novels, and I am
sure I am not alone in this regard. A secret can drive our stories along, add
passion and drama, and keep the reader wondering what is this secret? How can
it be resolved? Will the hero and heroine get their HEA?
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I am an award winning multi-published Australian author. I love delving into the pages of history as I carry out research for my historical romance novels. I pride myself on being historically correct. Many of my novels are inspired by true events, with one being written around the hardships and triumphs of my pioneering ancestors in frontier Australia. Outside of my family and friends, writing is my passion.
Tuesday, July 1, 2014
Coming Soon! Temptation by Shirley Martin (excerpt)
by
Shirley Martin
Jennifer stepped outside onto the brick patio,
needing to escape the continual bragging of the stockbroker whose only subject
was himself. Closing the French doors behind her, she shut out most of the
noise and laughter from the party inside, a welcome relief. Surprised she
had the patio to herself, she rested her hand on the iron railing and inhaled
the cool November air, her gaze absorbing the magnificent houses and lush
foliage of this elegant Coral Gables neighborhood. Some day, she hoped to
have a home of her own, but she knew she could never afford a spacious mansion
such as this. Yet that was fine with her; a more modest home would suit her
nicely, like the one she lived in now.
Alone with her thoughts, she considered how well
things were going for her now. An only child, she'd been spoiled all her
life. Things had gone so easily for her. Pretty and popular, she'd been a
cheerleader in high school, dating the football players. Her grades in high
school and college had been good. She wondered what would happen if she ever met
a real challenge. How would she handle adversity, if it ever came to that?
And then she wondered what had prompted this introspection.
The fragrance of night-blooming jasmine drifted her
way, carried by a light easterly breeze. She stared upward at the clear
sky, where a sprinkling of stars and a couple of planets overcame the
competition of bright city lights. She'd return to the party in a few minutes,
but for now, she wanted time to herself. She'd had a rough week and wanted
just a few moments alone.
"A beautiful night, isn't it?"
"Oh!" She swung around to stare at the
stranger. "You scared me! You shouldn't sneak up on a person like
that. I didn't hear the doors close." Dressed in a dark suit, white shirt
and tie, he stood a few feet away, next to the doors. Tall, dark, and
handsome. The cliche slipped easily from her mind, yet it was true.
At least his hair was dark, but his skin was the palest she'd ever seen, as if
he never got enough sunlight. On him, the combination was fascinating. If
Helen of Troy had a face that could launch a thousand ships, this man had the
good looks to send a rocket to Mars.
He smiled. "Sorry, I didn't mean to frighten
you." He nodded toward the party inside. "It was getting much too
noisy there."
She tilted her head at him. "I didn't
see you there."
"But I saw you across the room, and I wanted to
meet you. I hope you don't mind."
His dark eyes focused on her. Those
eyes! She could gladly sink into them and never come up for air.
Even here, she caught a faint trace of laughter
form inside. "Normally, I like parties, but sometimes--" She
shrugged. "--sometimes I like to be by myself."
"I, also. Present company excepted." He
smiled and moved closer.
Frowning, she backed away a few steps.
"I won't hurt you," he said, as if he could read
her mind.
"Well, I didn't think that for one minute."
She fussed with the buttons of her white silk blouse and shifted from one foot
to another. She gave him a closer look in the darkness, his devilish gaze
meeting hers. Devilish. Why did that word spring to her mind?
She admired his dark looks, but she'd learned long ago that looks meant nothing
if a person was empty inside, or worse, harmful to others. Just look at Bruce,
the scumbag.
"Do I meet with your approval?"
Her face warmed, and she opened her mouth to say
something, then thought better of it.
He inclined his head. 'Permit me to introduce
myself. My name is Varik Kruger."
"Varik? Never heard that name before."
"I fear it's a long story." He raised his
eyebrows. "And you are?"
"Jennifer." No point in telling him her last
name. After tonight, she'd never see him again. For some inexplicable
reason, a rush of disappointment clutched at her stomach.
'Jennifer, tell me about yourself."
She shook her head. "Not much to tell."
"I want to hear it, anyway."
She hesitated, licking her lips.
"Jennifer?"
She took a deep breath. "To begin with, I teach
English at a local high school."
"Literature?"
"Literature and grammar, mostly."
"Ah, yes. And you're from Miami?"
"Originally from Pittsburgh, a town called Fox
Hollow." She smiled. "You find a lot of funny place names in
Pennsylvania."
He waved his hand. "Same all over the world."
A pause. "Your family still lives in Pennsylvania?"
"Yes, and I miss them very much." Why was she
telling him all of this? There was something about him that made her want
to tell him everything, to bare all her secrets, reveal all her hopes and
dreams. And she'd only just met him."
"But you--"
"Just wanted a change," she said, gripping the
railing. Never mind telling him the real reason, that she'd come to Miami
to get away from an abusive boyfriend. Jealous because she'd dated another
man, he'd slapped her face so hard she'd suffered a bruise for days. That night,
he'd said he'd never let her go. Bruce was such a charmer at
first. He'd sure charmed her mother, who saw no fault in him.
What if her mother gave Bruce her address?
Hell, no! Jennifer knew too well she had to be more discriminating,
not fall for every sweet talker who came her way.
Trying to dismiss her dismal thoughts, she brought
her mind back to Varik and smiled in his direction. "You're from this
country?"
"Why, yes," he said after a slight pause. "Why
do you ask?"
"Your speech sounds a bit different, kind of
formal."
"I spend a good deal of time in Europe," he said as
if that explained everything. Which it didn't.
A period of silence followed. As if by mutual
agreement, they both looked up at the night sky with its sprinkling of stars and
a cloud that slid in front of the moon. A cool breeze picked up, fluttering her
silk skirt around her knees and blowing a lock of hair across her face.
Hibiscus bushes on the spacious grounds rustled in the breeze. For the first
time that evening, she felt at peace, and why, she couldn't say. She tucked
a strand of hair behind her ear, thinking she really should go back
inside.
His low voice snatched her attention. "Did you
come by yourself?"
She turned to look at him. "Why, yes, I
drove."
He pressed his hand to his heart in mock
sorrow. "You have deprived me of the opportunity to drive you home. But
seriously, it would have been my pleasure to do just that, had you needed a
ride." He leaned her way, his voice cascading over her like a warm
shower. "I should like very much to see you again."
"Thanks. I appreciate your sentiments.
But I don't ride with strangers. And I'm real busy right now." Aware
of how abrupt she must seem, she smiled to take the sting from her words.
"What's that expression about ships that pass in the night?"
"Ah, yes, Shakespeare. And very true, I'm
afraid, except that this is a lovely moonlit patio."
"Besides, I don't know a thing about you."
He smiled lazily. "What if I told you I'm a
vampire?"
She laughed. "You're too late for Halloween
and too early for April Fools Day."
He laughed, too, a husky chuckle, as if they'd
shared a huge joke.
A wicked sense of danger stirred inside her. She
knew she should leave, but something kept her glued to the spot, as if by
her departure the world would stop spinning, the sun would turn to ashes.
Sighing inwardly, she turned toward the
door. "It's been nice meeting you, but I should get back inside." She
fluttered her fingers at him. "See you." How empty the night seemed
now, all pleasure gone from the evening. And she'd never see him again. She
wondered why that outcome should bother her so,and besides, she should know
better. After Bruce, it would be just as well if she stayed away from all
men.
She turned away from him, a faint scent of floral
perfume wafting in the air.
"Goodnight, Jennifer." Varik admired her
supple walk, her high heels clicking on the bricks, her dark skirt rippling
around her knees. He liked the way her light brown hair bounced across
her shoulders as she moved. Her fresh, clean looks captivated him, absolutely
the most enchanting he'd ever seen. Was she aware of what a lovely
image she presented, one that made him want to hold her and kiss her to drive
them both breathless?
He wanted to see her again. He would see her again.
By the time the party broke up, he'd approach the host, use his mesmerizing
charm to discover Jennifer's address. And see her again, this woman he
couldn't drive from his mind.
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This is as yet unpublished. Any comments or crits are welcome.
Sunday, June 29, 2014
CREATURE FEATURES by Juliet Waldron
Several years ago I decided to begin to write a story centered around a creature. By doing that, I knew I was entering a crowded, expert
field that had been successfully creating vampires and werewolves, witches, and all the rest of the
occult cousinage for many, many years.
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Still, why not? I had had a
notion to write a sequel to Red Magic.
Unlike the other novels I’ve written which are full-on historical
fiction, Red Magic was cross-genre
in at least four ways, because there are elements of fantasy, history and adventure
as well as the old-fashioned romance at the core. Moreover, if you end a story with the birth of fraternal
twins-- in this case, a girl and a boy--there is an obligation to write a
follow-up around them. It’s an ancient story-teller's convention, probably well-established
by the time the Greeks dreamed up Apollo and Diana.
Okay, so all well and good, but almost immediately I was
stuck again. The tall, dark hero and his red-headed sister I already knew something
about—their loves, loyalties and a few of their day-to-day human problems. The question remained: into exactly what sort of
creature would my hero morph?
Personally, vampires alarm me. It seems to me there are
enough scary people in the real world who fit into this category without making
up fictional ones who are going to (somehow) become the love interest. On the other
hand, I’ve always had a soft spot for werewolves, but there sure are a lot of
them howling at the moon already.
I decided to step back a pace. Why not try something less
limiting? Going after the all-encompassing “shape-shifter” idea seemed a way to
make an unusual hero who wasn’t boxed into a particular set of conventions, such as drinking blood or only being active after dark. If the hero/creature could become different
animals, his metamorphosis could be different every time, which would
definitely give my imagination a work-out. Like the boy Wart in The Sword in the Stone, my hero could sometimes be a carnivore and sometimes a herbivore, sometimes four-legged, sometimes winged, as the need and/or inclination arose.
I'm nearing the completion of Black Magic now. If I can just keep my "fanny in the chair," it should be done within the next month and ready for a stern edit. For me, it's been quite an experience, a crazy road trip out of my usual historical writer's comfort zone.
I'm nearing the completion of Black Magic now. If I can just keep my "fanny in the chair," it should be done within the next month and ready for a stern edit. For me, it's been quite an experience, a crazy road trip out of my usual historical writer's comfort zone.
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I am in the grandma zone, a long time writer and poet, posting at Crone Henge and BWL these days just because. Wish I could travel, and last year I was lucky enough to get back to the UK, specifically to Avebury to reconnect with the ancient temple. Hiking, camping, lover of solitude, cats, moons and gardens.
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