Weekend Writing Warrior – 4/26/15

Here are eight more from  my work in progress, Play Dates. It’s a contemporary romance about a woman whose little niece helps her snag the man of her dreams. More sisterly love….

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“God, you’re a horrible tramp.” With the speed and agility Monica always forgot Mellow Mel possessed, her sister launched herself from the chair and landed on the couch beside her, bouncing them both. “Call him now, I want to hear what he sounds like.”
Monica rolled her eyes, but a flush of pleasure warmed her cheeks as the backlit screen sprung to life. “Okay, but you have to swear you won’t say anything. Just let me have my way with him this once, and I promise I will never let your daughter pimp me out again.”

“Hush. Don’t say such things about my baby.”

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Weekend Writing Warrior – 4/19/15

Here are eight more from  my work in progress, Play Dates. It’s a contemporary romance about a woman whose little niece helps her snag the man of her dreams. Monica justifies using her niece as hunk bait.

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“You’re going to do it, aren’t you?”
She jerked her head up to find Melody giving her the slitty-eyed stare. “What?”
“You’re going to go out with him and you’re going to let that poor man go on believing that my baby is yours.”

The sheer dramatics had Monica rolling her eyes. “Why is it you never added theater to your artsy-fartsy repertoire?”

“Stage fright,” Mel answered without missing beat.

“Listen, I’m just going to have dinner with him. How often does a girl like me have a shot at a hunk like that?”

 

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Weekend Writing Warrior – 4/12/15

Here are eight more from  my work in progress, Play Dates. It’s a contemporary romance about a woman whose little niece helps her snag the man of her dreams. Monica is explaining to her sister how she met the hot single dad in the park.

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Without breaking eye contact, she woke her phone from its electronic slumber and unerringly tapped the button to open the camera app. She held the phone out, but kept her focus locked on her sister even after Melody’s gaze dropped to the screen and she gasped. “Holy cra…crepes,” she corrected at the last second.

“Crepes?”

“Last week, I heard Emma tell some poor kid at tumbling that her somersaults looked like crap, so I have to watch it.” Mel darted a glance at the kitchen door, then lunged for the phone. Cradling it in both hands, she openly ogled the picture Monica had snapped that morning. “This is him for real?”

 

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Weekend Writing Warrior – 4/5/15

Here are eight more from  my work in progress, Play Dates. It’s a contemporary romance about a woman whose little niece helps her snag the man of her dreams.

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“You’re going to have to tell him,” Melody said, fixed her with a disconcerting stare.

Somehow, Monica always managed to underestimate the amount of steel in her free-spirited sister’s spine. Mel seldom showed that side of her personality. She preferred to go through life as if the whole world were populated with rainbow-colored unicorns. Even in the weekly yoga class they took together, Melody soaked up the plinky new age music and threw herself into the deep breathing exercises and Oms. Monica usually spent most of the relaxation portion of the class figuring out subtle ways to throw a few Pilates moves in to save herself the time of taking another class. It was hard to believe that a woman clad in faded yoga pants, a tie-dyed Peace Frogs T-shirt, and a pair of fuzzy socks she claimed were infused with shea butter or aloe or some such nonsense, kept that stare stashed in her arsenal.

“Can I wait until after?”

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Weekend Writing Warrior – 3/29/15

Here are eight more from  my work in progress, Play Dates. It’s a contemporary romance about a woman whose little niece helps her snag the man of her dreams.

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“You know, you have to pick your battles,” he said with a rueful shake of his head. “I fought it to start, but then you realize it just doesn’t matter. I mean, girls play with trucks and Legos and stuff, right?”

“Was that supposed to somehow sound less sexist?”

He had the good grace to wince. “In my head it sounded better.” Rocking back on his heels, he shot her a sidelong glance and dropped his voice to a conspiratorial whisper. “I haven’t done this in a while.”

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Weekend Writing Warrior – 3/22/15

Hi all! I’m back with a few more lines from my current work in progress, Play Dates. It’s a contemporary romance about a woman whose little niece helps her snag the man of her dreams. I hope you enjoy them!

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“Most boys don’t play with dolls, honey.”

“Some do,” a deep voice interrupted.

Gripping Emma’s arms to steady herself, Monica whipped her head around. She knew who that voice belonged to before she spotted him standing near the faux rock-climbing wall. Saturdaddy number one. Mr. Tall, Dark and Dreamy. He stared straight at her, his chin lifted high and his eyes narrowed to slits. Cripes, he was even more gorgeous up-close.

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Monday Mayhem – Kicking names and taking…

I have to tell you, I had a killer awesome weekend writing-wise. I started a new project called Play Dates. Yes, I know, you wanted Hooligans next, but trust me when I tell you that there’s a whole bunch of convoluted reasoning behind the switch in schedule. Anyhoo, I started Play Dates this week, but didn’t have a lot of time to get words in. So, I scheduled some play dates of my own.

First, I hooked up with my pal, Parker Kincaid, for pastries and pantsing at Panera. No, that doesn’t mean we pulled each other’s drawers off. It mean we both write by the seat of our pants. Fueled by bagels, danish, and toffee-nut cookies, we managed to put up some respectable numbers in the old word count column.

But then on Sunday, I took part in this:

retreat

As I type this, we are in the dinner/break portion of the day, and I am proud to report that I have over 4k for the day!

Between sessions, I did a little stint on the elliptical (part of the Body by Gilmore Girls program-I’m on ep 3), threw together some crock pot salsa chicken with black beans, ran to the store, and frolicked outside with the puppies.

I hope to get at least another 1000-1500 words this evening, and round out chapter 2. Jewels has totally kicked butt too. We’ve decided that we like having more defined writing times. Eyes on the prize and all that.

How was your weekend? Hit any goals? Take any naps? Share! I like to live vicariously. 😉

Oh! And starting this week, I’ll have a new feature on my blog – Teaser Tuesdays. These will give me a chance to introduce you to some of my writer friends and their latest projects.

That means this joint is jumping at least 5 days a week. Remember to stop by for all the fun:

Sunday – 8 sentence challenge

Mondays are Mayhem

Teaser Tuesday

Whatcha Reading? Wednesday

Fangirl Fridays!

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Weekend Writing Warrior – 3/15/15

Well, I’m trying another project on for size. I’m calling it Play Dates and I’m hoping it will be the first in a series featuring single dads. Here’s the scene in which our heroine, never-married-never-wanted-to-be, Monica Rayburn first spots Colm Cleary whilst on an outing to the park with her niece.

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Monica Rayburn inched closer to the picnic tables littered with diaper bags and juice boxes and lifted her cell just a centimeter higher. The angle was just right. Years of after-work happy hours had allowed her to acquire a skill most people never master—the sly snapshot.

A quick glance at the enormous play structure mounted in the center of the playground verified that her niece, Emma, was safely ensconced in one of the numerous hamster trails that lead from one slide to another. Wiggling her thumb over the screen as if frantically typing a text, Monica tipped the phone up just enough to ensure that her quarry was centered in the frame. The whir of a fake shutter marked her success, but just in case, she gave the photo a surreptitious glance as she lowered the phone.

Perfection.

Now all she had to do was determine the handsome hunk of a man leaning against the wide trunk of an oak tree was predator or parent.

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Weekend Writing Warrior – 3/8/15

I’m starting new things! Of course, that means multiple projects in the works until one grabs some traction. Here are a few naughty lines I wrote to open the sequel to my September release, Going Deep. This one is called Flip This Love.

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“That’s it, suck, Sugar.”

The tips of his fingers dug into the valley of her spine. Her nipples puckered. A thin stream of hot moisture escaped the corner of her mouth and trickled down her chin.

“Oh yeah. Suck harder.”

Fingers tangled in her hair and tugged lightly, a tiny jolt that sent a lightning bolt of white-hot desire streaking straight through her. She dropped the empty crawfish shell to the sheet of butcher paper in front of her and stared up at Harley Cade  slack-jawed as he dropped into the chair next to hers.

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Hee! Welcome to Mardi Gras in Mobile. Who’s up for a little friendly banter at the annual crawfish boil? That’s all I have this week. I appreciate you stopping by to read. Be sure to check out all of my fellow Weekend Writing Warriors!

 

 

 

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Weekend Writing Warrior – 3/1/15

Well, will you look at that…March. Huh. Guess I should stop feeling so smug abut having all my February posts done. I’m in the middle of prepping two manuscripts for submission. Eep! Here are 8 lines from Bossy Pants – the sequel to Three Little Words.

Three Little Words_Maggie Wells

The implication hurt more than he wanted to let on. They’d spent over a week practically living in each other’s pockets and she still believed the gossip more than she believed in him. In them. “I’ve never said anything like that to any woman,” he replied, keeping his tone as even as possible. “I told you before, I believe this is Fate. You are my Fate.”

“I told you already, I believe we make our own Fate.”

“Then I’m asking you to choose me. Make me your fate.”

That’s it from me this week. I hope to wrap up work on both Bossy Pants and Full Court Press this week, so hopefully I’ll have fresh new words on a brand new project in weeks to come!

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