Weekend Writing Warrior – 5/31/15

This week I am back to sharing bits of my current WIP, Play Dates, the first book in what I hope will be a series featuring some hot single dads and the women who capture their hearts!

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“No kid talk.” He grimaced when he saw her flinch just the slightest bit. “You have no idea how long it’s been since I’ve had an adult night out. Even longer since I’ve had one with a woman.” Her eyebrows did the whole reach for the sky thing before he realized what he’d just said. “I mean, not that way. Not that there’s anything wrong with that, right?” He added the line with a nervous chuckle, and at last she cracked a smile.

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Fangirl Fridays!

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Teaser Tuesday – Arlene Hittle

Breaking the Rules

Faced with compliance of a ridiculous new Arizona law, by-the-book mental health care facility administrator Allyson Cunningham must find an interpreter who speaks a made-for-TV language. Prime candidate Donovan Marshall has the language skills she so desperately needs, but shows a disturbing disregard for all rules and restrictions. While Allyson struggles to secure another perfect rating for her facility, convince Donovan to conform and control her inappropriate attraction to an employee, Donovan makes it his prime directive to persuade starchy Ally it doesn’t hurt to break a few rules.

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About Arlene: Arlene Hittle is a Midwestern transplant who now makes her home in northern Arizona. She has her father to thank for her love of all things sci-fi. He took her to see Star Wars when she was six. She immediately fell in love with R2-D2, C3PO and Luke Skywalker. (Only with the Star Wars re-release in the ’90s did she succumb to the bad-boy appeal of Han Solo.) Find her at arlenehittle.com, on Twitter or on Facebook.

The excerpt:

When Allyson followed Donovan back into the crowd a few minutes later, her eyes locked onto his rear end. He really filled out the black pants of his so-called uniform.

Bad idea, Allyson. He clearly avoids anything within a thousand yards of responsibility. She didn’t have to know him for more than fifteen minutes to realize he was hell-bent on living free of any serious commitments.

Not that she should care. If he wasn’t going to work for her, what Donovan Marshall did with his life had no bearing on her.

So why couldn’t she stop ogling his rear end?

“Stop it,” she hissed under her breath.

He turned back to her, a teasing grin on his lips. “Ah-ah-ah. You agreed it was my turn to be in charge.”

Allyson bit down on a smart-aleck retort, nodding instead. She needed this man-child’s help more than she needed to salve her pride.

She hung back as Donovan approached the gaggle of Klingon Starfleet officers and said something to them in what had to be their “native tongue.” The five of them scowled at him for a moment—at least she thought they were scowling—before one replied.

Allyson watched them carry on a short, seemingly cordial conversation. Before she could make sense of what was going on, Donovan returned to her side. Five pairs of eyes watched them.

Their naked curiosity discomforted her. “What did you say?”

“I asked them what was happening and said you had a proposition for them. Get over there. They’re waiting for you.”

She glanced at the group and swallowed down an irrational frisson of fear. “I thought you said to let you do the talking.”

“I changed my mind. You know what you need a heck of a lot more than I do.” Challenge sparked in his blue eyes. “Unless, of course, you’re chicken.”

“I am not chicken!”

With that, Allyson straightened her spine and marched up to the men in Starfleet garb. She explained what she needed and why, and handed each of them one of her cards. After concluding with “Please give me a call to set up an interview,” she flashed them all a smile and stormed back to Donovan.

His amusement was plain. “Very nice.”

“That was part of your plan?”

His grin widened and he nodded. “Klingons are warriors, and they respond to a challenge. I knew if I got you riled up, you’d be a hit. All you needed was the proper motivation.”

After Donovan finished explaining, she followed his gaze back to the group members, whose eyes were still on her. He stepped between her and them, shielding her from the hunger now obvious in their collective stare.

“We need to move on.” All traces of laughter gone, he took her by the elbow and propelled her toward the exit. Once they were in the relatively quiet concourse, he said, “You might have sold yourself a little too well. Those guys were drooling for you.”

“They must really be hard up to find this”—she gestured at herself—“attractive.”

Something dark and dangerous flashed in Donovan’s eyes. “You sell yourself short, Ally.”

“Son.”

“What?”

“Ally-son. My name is Allyson, not Ally.”

He chuckled. “Sorry. I forgot.”

She rewarded him with a scowl. “I wish you’d stop laughing at my expense.”

“Is that what I’m doing?”

“You know it is. You just sent me to talk to a group of sex-starved Star Trek geeks who now, apparently, believe I’m a goddess.”

“Not a goddess. A warrior-ess.”

“I’m not sure I understand the distinction.”

He chuckled again. “You wouldn’t. But that’s okay. You wouldn’t be you if you did.”

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Monday Mayhem – Remembrance

No writerly mayhem to report this week. Just want to wish my fellow Americans a blessed Memorial Day, and remind everyone to take a moment to think of all those brave men and women who made the ultimate sacrifice for our country.

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Peace, my friends.

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Weekend Writing Warrior – 5/24/15

Okay! This week I am back to sharing bits of my current WIP, Play Dates, the first book in what I hope will be a series featuring some hot single dads and the women who capture their hearts! When last we saw them, Monica accepts a date with Colm, but she doesn’t tell him that the little girl she had in the park with her was her niece, and not her daughter. It’s their first evening out, and our hero is a bit smitten.

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He had to stop looking down her blouse. Well, not really down her blouse, at at her blouse. The spot where the two sides of it criss-crossed. Right there. And if he didn’t stop gawking, she was going to notice. And here he’d been so proud of himself for walking the block and a half to La Casita without falling at her feet. Then again, if he had, he probably would have taken the opportunity to peek up her skirt.

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Fangirl Fridays!

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Teaser Tuesday – Ute Carbone

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Tender Bonds Book Blurb:

There comes a moment when the past we’ve left behind draws attention to itself and demands that we come to terms with it.  For Patty Dykstra, a woman who has long led an unassuming life, that moment comes after her aunt dies. Among a life’s worth of things,  Patty finds unopened cards from her father, a man that she hasn’t seen since she was six years old.

Patty is compelled to return to a small town in upstate New York to find the man who used to call her Star Shine, a man she barely remembers.  The Tender Bonds is the story of Patty’s life- altering journey, of the faith and hope that grow in the meanest of places, and of what it means to be truly home.

Teaser:

My father was led in the same as always. We made small talk, dancing around one another like the strangers we were. After a few minutes, I pulled the box off my lap and handed him the cards. I told him I planned to put them in an album. Like photos I didn’t have.

He fingered a Snoopy valentine he’d sent when I was ten. “You’ve kept them all these years.”

“I didn’t know about them until last March.”

He put the card down, glanced sidelong at the guard and then at me. “They were yours. I sent them to you.”

“I didn’t know. Aunt Ruby kept them.”

His eyes trailed down to his lap. “I sent them to you.”

“I know.”

“To you.” He glanced at the guard again. “To you.” His gaze shifted to me, filled with thirty-six years’ worth of loss.

“Mom never…she told me you were gone. I thought dead. I didn’t know.”

“Christ.” He put his head in his hands.

“It’s why I never tried to see you.” He did not answer. I watched as his whole body shook, his head still in his hands. I’d never seen a man sob before and it scared me, that emotion could overtake him like that. Tears began to run down my cheeks. I put my hand to his shoulder.

He sat up. “I’m sorry,” he said. His face hardened again into a mask, and he called the guard over and left me sitting there with a pile of memories.

Ute Carbone

Ute (who pronounces her name Oooh-tah) Carbone is an award winning author of women’s fiction, comedy, and romance. She and her husband live in New Hampshire, where she spends her days walking, eating chocolate and dreaming up stories.

Books and Stories by Ute Carbone:

Blueberry Truth

The P-Town Queen

Afterglow

Searching for Superman

Sweet Lenora

The Lilac Hour

To The Wind

Dancing in the White Room

All Things Returned

Confessions of the Sausage Queen

The Whisper of Time

For more about Ute and her books, Please Visit:

Web page: http://www.utecarbone.com/

Blog http://www.utecarbone.com/inside-the-writers-garret

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Monday Mayhem – Manuscript edition

This weekend, I gave the newly revised and expanded version of Full Court Press a complete run-through. When I started, it looked like this:

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When I finished, it looked more like this:

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The best part? 95,564 words later, I can honestly say I still love this story. I just hope my agent likes the changes and additions I’ve made. I’m about to send it back to her. Cross your fingers!

xoxo

Mags

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