Weekend Writing Warrior – 9/27/15

It’s release month for Going Deep! To celebrate, I’ll be sharing new excerpts from the finished product!

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“I didn’t write that crap.” Her nails sliced the tender skin of her palm, but she didn’t care. She stepped closer to the door, intent on making him believe. “I wrote about the tadpoles you tried to grow in your Grandma’s birdbath. Your obsession with composition notebooks. You lettered in track because you liked the sound of your own breathing.”

The door rattled in its frame, as if he’d trusted his entire weight to it.

“I wrote about your mom and those crazy chocolate oatmeal cookies she used to bring when she was homeroom mother, and I did use the live oak thing because I liked it. The answer suited you,” she continued, momentum carrying her. “But I never used the word ‘hunky’, I swear.”

 

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Brooke Hastings almost won a Pulitzer Prize for her hard-hitting reportage. Now she’s sitting on the story of a lifetime and wants to prove she’s not a one-hit-wonder. But in order to get the world to take notice, she’ll need the help of the one person she loves to hate—Brian Dalton.

Brian Dalton stumbled into celebrity when he landed a show on the Earth Channel. But the hunky marine biologist never forgot the serious, studious boy who left Mobile a decade before. Now back in Alabama, he’s looking for the quiet life he always wanted and hoping for a chance with the girl he always loved. When Brooke asks him to help expose some of the lingering effects of the Gulf oil disaster, Brian jumps at the chance to help preserve the place both call home…

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Weekend Writing Warrior – 9/20/15

It’s release month for Going Deep! To celebrate, I’ll be sharing new excerpts from the finished product!

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Like everyone else on the Gulf Coast, she’d been waiting and watching, wondering what he’d do next.

Ignoring her seafood gaffe, she switched tactics. “Your parents must be glad to have you back.”

His smile spread slowly. “You act like I’ve been gone the whole time. I did come home for Christmases, you know.”

“I just meant—”

“I spent a few weeks gathering tar balls on the beach after the spill.”

He spoke casually, but the words swirled with undercurrent. Another flash fire of embarrassment sucked the moisture from her mouth as he wrapped long fingers around his glass, sending beads of condensation scurrying.

 

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Going Deep – To the heart of the story.

Making Headlines

Brooke Hastings almost won a Pulitzer Prize for her hard-hitting reportage. Now she’s sitting on the story of a lifetime and wants to prove she’s not a one-hit-wonder. But in order to get the world to take notice, she’ll need the help of the one person she loves to hate—Brian Dalton.

Brian Dalton stumbled into celebrity when he landed a show on the Earth Channel. But the hunky marine biologist never forgot the serious, studious boy who left Mobile a decade before. Now back in Alabama, he’s looking for the quiet life he always wanted and hoping for a chance with the girl he always loved. When Brooke asks him to help expose some of the lingering effects of the Gulf oil disaster, Brian jumps at the chance to help preserve the place both call home…

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Weekend Writing Warrior – 9/13/15

It’s release month for Going Deep! To celebrate, I’ll be sharing new excerpts from the finished product!

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Brooke’s pink tongue darted out to wet her lips. She looked up and caught him staring at her mouth, mesmerized. Turning his attention to the bottle in his hand, he shoved the white-hot shaft of desire down deep and focused on the laws of thermodynamics instead. Adiabatic cooling. A sudden change in temperature caused the water vapor trapped in the sparkling wine’s fizzing bubbles to condense. Vapor rose from the lip of the bottle, curling like smoke on the cool spring breeze.

“You should be embarrassed,” he chided.

“Consider me mortified.”

Brooke’s throaty whisper enveloped him. Unwilling to risk releasing the stream of gibberish from his head, he clamped his mouth shut and offered her the champagne.

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Going Deep – To the heart of the story.

Making Headlines

Brooke Hastings almost won a Pulitzer Prize for her hard-hitting reportage. Now she’s sitting on the story of a lifetime and wants to prove she’s not a one-hit-wonder. But in order to get the world to take notice, she’ll need the help of the one person she loves to hate—Brian Dalton.

Brian Dalton stumbled into celebrity when he landed a show on the Earth Channel. But the hunky marine biologist never forgot the serious, studious boy who left Mobile a decade before. Now back in Alabama, he’s looking for the quiet life he always wanted and hoping for a chance with the girl he always loved. When Brooke asks him to help expose some of the lingering effects of the Gulf oil disaster, Brian jumps at the chance to help preserve the place both call home…

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Weekend Writing Warrior – 9/6/15

Hey gang! Guess what? It’s release month for Going Deep!

It sure has been a long time coming. I opened the original doc on 7/13/13. As of 9/15/15, it will be out in the world. To celebrate, I’ll be sharing new excerpts from the finished product!

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“As a rule, it’s good form to compliment the woman to whom you are speaking.”

To his credit, Brian recovered quickly. His eyes narrowed. Cocking his head, he studied her like she was one of his elusive microorganisms swimming under a microscope. “I don’t bother much with rules. It’s too hard to remember them all.”

“Sad to see your cognitive skills haven’t improved.”

His smile turned rakish. She’d be damned if his eyes didn’t twinkle when he faced her dead-on. “No, but I’m still an ace when it comes to chemistry.”

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Going Deep – To the heart of the story.

Making Headlines

Brooke Hastings almost won a Pulitzer Prize for her hard-hitting reportage. Now she’s sitting on the story of a lifetime and wants to prove she’s not a one-hit-wonder. But in order to get the world to take notice, she’ll need the help of the one person she loves to hate—Brian Dalton.

Brian Dalton stumbled into celebrity when he landed a show on the Earth Channel. But the hunky marine biologist never forgot the serious, studious boy who left Mobile a decade before. Now back in Alabama, he’s looking for the quiet life he always wanted and hoping for a chance with the girl he always loved. When Brooke asks him to help expose some of the lingering effects of the Gulf oil disaster, Brian jumps at the chance to help preserve the place both call home…

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Weekend Writing Warrior – 8/30/15

Here’s another excerpt from FLIP THIS LOVE – coming April 2016 from Kensington/Lyrical Press!

Finally, the gravity of his confession and her silence closed in around them. Laney drew a deep breath, wishing some of his boldness had somehow rubbed off on her in all those times they’d rubbed against each other. But it hadn’t. So she’d do what she’d been doing her whole life—plunge ahead without a clue about what she’d do next if she failed. After all, it hadn’t killed her thus far.

Sliding her hand down his arm, she laced her fingers through his and held on tight. “Come on, big guy.”

He glanced down at their joined hands as she tugged him away from the counter. “Where are we going?”

“Next stop on the nickel tour,” she answered.

 

 

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Weekend Writing Warrior – 8/23/15

Here’s another excerpt from FLIP THIS LOVE – coming April 2016 from Kensington/Lyrical Press!

Planting a knee on the edge of the bed, he took her hand and drew it to his mouth. First, he kissed the back of it. Soft and polite, like the most courtly of gentlemen. Then, he lifted his gaze to meet hers and turned her hand over. There was nothing genteel or gentlemanly about the hot, open-mouth kiss he placed in her palm. The tip of his tongue traced her lifeline. She shivered when he scraped the base of her thumb with his teeth.

“I like surprising you,” he said, his voice gravelly as a back country road.

Her own came as breathy as a B-movie starlet’s, “I know you do.”

“I plan to keep doing it.”

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Spring Chickens – You don’t have to be a spring chicken to fall in love.

Bram Hatchett thought he buried his heart with his wife, but when a big city beauty blows into town to dispose of the family farm, she captures everyone’s attention. Particularly his.

Lynne Prescott’s former marriage was marked by her husband’s infidelities and doomed by the secrets and lies he left in his wake. Disillusioned and adrift, she seeks refuge in the simplicity of small-town life.

There are few secrets in Heartsfield, Arkansas, but when a few loose boards on a rickety old porch bring them together, not even the combined forces of nosy neighbors, disapproving children and a disturbing decrease in the poultry population can stymie the attraction between the handsome widower and the intriguing divorcee.

But Lynne and Bram are both old enough to know there are no guarantees in life.

Can they set the fears of their pasts aside and learn to trust their hearts just one more time?

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Weekend Writing Warrior – 8/16/15

Not much new to share this week, so here’s a little more from FLIP THIS LOVE – coming April 2016 from Kensington/Lyrical Press!

Leaning down, he brushed a kiss over her lips. She arched when he pulled away, silently asking for more. Harley wondered if she even knew she was shoving him away with one hand, but all the while begging for more. It was one of the things that kept him coming back to this maddening but irresistible woman. Rolling half on top of her, he pinned her to the mattress so she couldn’t wriggle away.

“Do you believe me now?”

“That I ruined you for other women?”

Harley was gratified to note the tremor in her voice. He liked her best when she was just slightly off balance. He figured he was less likely to get steamrollered if she couldn’t get her feet planted firmly on the ground

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Weekend Writing Warrior – 8/9/15

I’ve been writer-lazy this week, and I freely admit it. After the marathon of writing FLIP THIS LOVE, RWA 2015, and a killer week at the day job, I just didn’t have the mojo. But I’ll be back to it this week – starting LOVE & ROCKETS (Coastal Heat #3)! In the meantime, here’s a nice moment from FLIP THIS LOVE:

She paused to take a breath. Swallowing a lifetime full of pride wasn’t exactly easy to do. “I tend to…lash out.”

The gentle hand caressing her cheek helped keep all those embarrassing emotions she had swirling inside her in check. Seconds passed and he didn’t say a word, though she was sure he had some choice ones he could dole out. She was forgiven. It was evident in his tender caress. And when he did speak, the husky timbre of his voice cut straight through to her heart like a buzz saw.

“Who in the world could I want after you, Delaney? Tell me, who?”

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Weekend Writing Warrior – 7/26/15

More from 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! Post-mortem: Part II

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“So you just left?” Mike stared at him, a mixture of awe and incredulity written all over his face.

Colm smothered a bark of laughter. His best friend would never win any poker tournaments. Hell, the guy only won a single pot when he held cards so good he couldn’t suppress his glee. In those rare instances, it was easier for him or James to nudge the ante just enough to make the guy feel good, then bow out gracefully. If Mike ever figured out that he truly sucked at poker, they’d risk losing the only Friday night entertainment they’d seen in months.

James selected the two cards he didn’t want in his hand and plunked them down on the table. “You’re missing the point, Mikey boy, he had every man’s dream date–dinner, sex, and a clean getaway.”

All action stilled when a muffled squawk came through the walkie-talkie shaped monitor. The three men stared at it, each sending up silent pleas to God and Benny Binion that this was simply a minor disturbance in the force.

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Weekend Writing Warrior – 7/19/15

More from 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! Post-mortem: Part I

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Melody blinked up at her, the to-go cup of coffee poised millimeters from her lips. “And that is was it? He just left?”

Monica peered into the depths of the cardboard box in the center of the island and shrugged as she extracted a doughnut. “Well, yeah, what was he supposed to do?”

Emma zipped through the kitchen, high on hot chocolate and fried dough, singing a song about a sparkly castle on glittery hill. She ran smack into Monica’s leg mid-twirl, grinned up at her, completely oblivious to bits of flyaway brown hair adhered to her sticky cheeks, and held up one sugar-glazed hand in silent supplication. Monica obligingly dropped a doughnut hole into her waiting palm.

The little girl twirled away and Monica turned back to her sister. “What would you have done?”

Melody took the delayed sip of her coffee, then heaved a dramatic sigh. “I suppose I would have gone.”

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