Monday Mayhem – Sunday report

Saturday morning I told Fodder that I felt like the summer was passing us by and that I needed to do something summerish.  I then informed him that he was taking me to the lake. So, yesterday morning we piled into the little red car and headed south in I-30. You may not know this, but Arkansas isn’t known as The Natural State because we all run around naked all time.

That’s only part of it.

I have to tell you, this state is beautiful. We have some of the most beautiful, unspoiled land in the country.  We also have some awesome state parks. So, without further ado:

How I spent my Sunday

By Margaret Ethridge

We headed down to Lake Catherine State Park just outside of Hot Springs. There, we sunned, swam, ate peanut butter sandwiches with potato chips, and raided the gift shop for trinkets. I don’t allow cameras near bathing suits, but here’s a pic of where we were:

lake catherine state park camping

After we baked for a couple of hours, we hit the Sonic Drive-In for ice cream cones and headed home. Upon arrival, we were greeted by the world’s cutest grandbaby. After a round of oohing and cooing, the young master and I settled in for a Sunday afternoon nap.

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We must have looked cute because the man offered to grill chipotle-marinated chicken for dinner. We chopped that yumminess to bits, added cheese, warmed some chips and called our masterpiece “nachos.” Clever, huh? I even sweetened the pot by throwing together some banana pudding for dessert.

banana

So that was my day yesterday. How about you? How did you spend your Sunday?

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Weekend Writing Warrior – 7/28/13

This week’s selection comes from the upcoming installment in my Hot Nights in St. Blaise series – August Awakening.

August Awakening_Maggie Wells

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“I want you, Jenny Clyburn, even though you’re everything I don’t deserve.”

He carried her knotted fingers to his mouth and pressed a firm, damp kiss to the back of her hand. A fine webbing of blue-green veins mapped her translucent skin. “But I can’t help but think maybe we might be good for each other, too,” he said quietly. “I need to be in control to survive.” He trailed his fingertips over the curve of her jaw to the hollow of her collarbone. “You need someone to take the weight off your shoulders.” His body tensed, ready to spring the moment she gave herself over to the possibility.

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August Awakening

The only things Jennifer Clyburn admits being addicted to are Caramello bars, shoe sales, and diet cherry Cokes from the Sonic. But there is one advantage to being ordered to attend alcohol awareness classes—she gets to spend a good hour each week ogling local bad boy, Alex Stephenson.

Once the crowned prince of St. Blaise, Alex grew up spoiled rotten and cocky as hell. The world was his oyster up until the day everything spun out of control. The red Corvette he got for his eighteenth birthday was a total loss. So was the sixteen-year-old girl in his passenger seat.

Ten years later, scarred and broken, Alex is back in St. Blaise leading the local recovery meetings and hoping to spare someone the guilt and grief he’ll carry with him the rest of his life.

Jenny Clyburn seems to be the kind of good-time girl he used to love, but he’s smart enough to recognize the demons that drive her. Her smart mouth is temptation incarnate, and her docile nature a siren song. Unable to resist, Alex takes it upon himself to teach her the best ways to master her impulses and surrender to that which she can’t control.

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I’m helping my author pal Leah Braemel celebrate her birthday today!

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Weekend Writing Warrior – 7/21/13

This week’s selection comes from the next installment in the Hot Nights in St. Blaise series – August Awakening.

August Awakening_Maggie Wells

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“Being afraid and living in fear are two different things.”

Her soft hand in his, he carried it to the collar of his shirt then slid her fingers under the fabric. The second her fingertips grazed the ugly raised scar on his shoulder, her lips parted. He held his breath, every nerve ending in his body screaming her name when she caressed the gnarled skin. Moths circled the porch light she’d left burning. Even the frantic fluttering of their wings wasn’t enough to stir the thick air. His toes braced against the stair riser, he exhaled a bit of his trepidation and attempted a reassuring smile.

“Afraid is a temporary thing, but fear never goes away.”

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August Awakening

The only things Jennifer Clyburn admits being addicted to are Caramello bars, shoe sales, and diet cherry Cokes from the Sonic. But there is one advantage to being ordered to attend alcohol awareness classes—she gets to spend a good hour each week ogling local bad boy, Alex Stephenson.

Once the crowned prince of St. Blaise, Alex grew up spoiled rotten and cocky as hell. The world was his oyster up until the day everything spun out of control. The red Corvette he got for his eighteenth birthday was a total loss. So was the sixteen-year-old girl in his passenger seat.

Ten years later, scarred and broken, Alex is back in St. Blaise leading the local recovery meetings and hoping to spare someone the guilt and grief he’ll carry with him the rest of his life.

Jenny Clyburn seems to be the kind of good-time girl he used to love, but he’s smart enough to recognize the demons that drive her. Her smart mouth is temptation incarnate, and her docile nature a siren song. Unable to resist, Alex takes it upon himself to teach her the best ways to master her impulses and surrender to that which she can’t control.

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Monday Mayhem – The 4%

Been doing a lot of writerly soul searching lately. I haven’t discovered much other than the fact that my thoughts are about as shallow as a mud puddle in July. You see, a couple of years ago I made a plan for my writing career…. If you know anything at all about life, you know that it likes to scoff at plans. This time it was no different. Oh, I did all the things a person is supposed to do: targeted goals, set deadlines, mapped my expectations. I rolled through some major changes to my day job and navigated the shifting sands of the home life as best I could. In the end, I made 96% of those goals (actual percentage for the stats nerds like me) a reality.

Not bad, huh?

Yeah…That 4% is driving me crazy.

You see, that tiny percentage represents a major portion of what I thought I would accomplish. But try as I might, it’s not happening. I’ve been beating myself up over that 4% for the past 6 months. You see, that 4% represents Containment.

I’ve circled, poked, and prodded this novel, but I can’t make it take shape. The story is all in my head, but my usual panster ways weren’t working, so I turned to plotting device after plotting device in hopes of finding the key to unlock the story. I’ve tried The Hero(in)es Journey method. I tried to Snowflake and Beat Sheet the darn thing but let’s face it, my stories aren’t that hip. I’ve even attempted to go all Dom/sub on it, but it just laughed when I pulled out the flogger. I’ve even written a synopsis for it. If you know me at all, you know I despise writing synopses. But I did this one voluntarily. Desperation does funny things to people.

A few people have asked when it can be expected. The answer is simply, I don’t know. All I know is that for the sake of my sanity, I’m going to have to set it aside for a while. I’ve hardly written anything this year, and I’m afraid that if I don’t find a horse that’ll run, I’ll forget how to ride.

Those who know me personally know it kills me to say this. I hate not being able to follow through. There’s nothing worse than feeling like I’ve let people down. But I’m not abandoning it. I still intend to write Shel and Josh’s story. I just can’t seem to do it right now.

Bear with me, okay?

So, how about a little good news?

Long Distance Love is done and coming soon! The week of August 26th soon. Yay! I just did the final galley read-through and I have to say, I still love Jack and Ellie. I hope you will too!

That’s all I have for now. I’ll be back next week. Oh! And keep your fingers crossed for Commitment – the GDRWA Booksellers Best Award recipients will be announced later this week. 🙂

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Weekend Writing Warrior & Contest!

Before I start, I just want to show off the fabulous 5 lip bite review MsRomanticReads gave the Hot Nights in St. Blaise series (So far!) I’ve been sharing bits of these with you all along and we’ll get back to St. Blaise next week.

For today I have another tasty tidbit from Rescue Me, the short story I wrote for the Smokin’ Hot Firemen anthology AVAILABLE NOW from Cleis Press.

The tag line for my story is: When a hot firefighter breaks down the wrong door, a smart woman drops her towel. 🙂

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“Gotcha. You’re tough as stale beef jerky.”

Her eyes widened then danced. She let loose a breathy laugh and turned toward the fridge, shaking her head in dismay. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to snap at you. It’s been a stressful night.”

“What with getting your door kicked in and being hoisted up and carried around stark naked?”

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Be sure to comment on this post and I will give away a copy (trade paperback) of Smokin’ Hot Firemen! I will draw one name from all comments posted before 11:59pm July 16, 2013. Thanks!

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Who can melt any woman’s heart with a single smile? The sexiest icon of all—a fireman!

They enter fiery structures with selfless courage–the very definition of the word “hero.” Women understand their allure… A soot-covered face, sweat dripping from hard, chiseled muscles, the sharp snap of suspenders—yes, only a fireman can make suspenders sexy! Delilah Devlin’s burning-hot book includes thrilling stories teeming with gorgeous firemen from some of today’s hottest romance writers.

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Weekend Writing Warrior – 7/7/13

Switching gears a little today…

This bit comes from Rescue Me, a short story I wrote for the upcoming Smokin’ Hot Firemen anthology ON SALE NOW from Cleis Press.

The tag line for my story is: When a hot firefighter breaks down the wrong door, a smart woman drops her towel. 🙂

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Her front door exploded.

One second it was intact, the next, shards of shrapnel from the wood frame showered the rug and pinged off the walls. Addi screeched, instinctively raising her arms to shield her face. The hulking figure of a man filled the open doorway. She had barely a moment to register the vision of a firefighter in full gear before he lunged through the door, barreling straight for her. She sucked in a sharp breath and the knot unraveled. Damp terry cloth hit the floor in a heap at her feet and his hard shoulder pressed into her stomach. He lifted her off the ground and tossed her over his back as if she were no more than a curl of ash.

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SmokinHotFiremen_opt[1]

Who can melt any woman’s heart with a single smile? The sexiest icon of all—a fireman!

They enter fiery structures with selfless courage–the very definition of the word “hero.” Women understand their allure… A soot-covered face, sweat dripping from hard, chiseled muscles, the sharp snap of suspenders—yes, only a fireman can make suspenders sexy! Delilah Devlin’s burning-hot book includes thrilling stories teeming with gorgeous firemen from some of today’s hottest romance writers.

Thanks for stopping by! Be sure to check out all of the posts from my fellow Weekend Writing Warriors!

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