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8-Sentence Sunday
8-Sentence Sunday is back around and I’m switching it up on you again. Here’s the next 8 from Book 4 of the Women of Willow Bay series. For the previous snippets, head back to the the October 20 and 27 posts. Remember, this is Sarah Everett’s story, and as it opens, she’s terrified knowing that her abusive ex is out of jail. She suspects he’s stalking her because she’s seen a limo parked outside the shop where she works and her gut tells her it’s him. She and Mack, the night watchman are discussing possibilities… She couldn’t help thinking of the vehicle as a huge dark monster, crouched on the…
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8-Sentence Sunday
Here we are! Not only is it Sunday, but it’s December 1! Wow! 2013 zipped by, didn’t it? Today’s 8 picks up where last week’s snippet from Book 3 of my series, The Women of Willow Bay left off. Captain McGuire and crew are in a pickle as they make their way through the choppy waters of Lake Michigan on a cold November afternoon. It’s started to spit snow now and McGuire’s mind is not only on the weather, but also on the cargo he’s carrying… McGuire slumped into the seat by the wheel and let his mind wander to the last of the cargo tucked behind the false wall…
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Monday Morning Quarterbacking…
Last week I did my first real book promotion by making Book 1 in the Women of Willow Bay series, Once More From the Top, a freebie on Amazon. Just over 14,000 readers downloaded the book, a number that feels really huge to me. Now I told myself I wasn’t going to do the math to figure out how much that would’ve been in sales. My friends, mentors, editors, book designers, etc., Lani and Alastair from StoryWonk, warned me not to do that. But of course, I did it. Yes, guys, I’m confessing to you here in this semi-public forum. I did the math! I thought the dollar numbers would…
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8-Sentence Sunday
It’s Sunday and that means we have a new 8-Sentence snippet. Picking up from last week’s eight taken from the third book in the Women of Willow Bay series, we’re still with Captain McGuire as he fights icy cold, bad weather, and a guilty conscience in 1933: “Temperature’s dropping fast, Captain, First Officer Brent Woods came onto the bridge, his shoulders hunched against the wind that buffeted the ship, and handed McGuire a thick mug. “The men are grousing about the possibility of snow.” “Yeah, I know,” McGuire accepted the coffee, grateful for its warmth, and jerked his head toward the window. “Those clouds don’t look too promising, do they?”…
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Big Day…Huge!
It is seriously a big day for me! First, ONCE MORE FROM THE TOP is a free book today exclusively on Amazon. Don’t miss this chance to grab the first book in the Women of Willow Bay series—it won’t be free for long! What a great way to introduce readers to this new and exciting series about women in their prime! Also, I’m the guest author on Ainsley Brook’s blog and it was such a pleasure to talk to her! Go by and check out our interview where you’ll also find a link to both of the Women of Willow Bay books. And remember, ONCE MORE FROM THE TOP is…
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A Touching Review
I’m always so excited when someone reads my books and loves them. It’s an author’s greatest wish to touch readers on a visceral level. I don’t have have to tell you that in the romance genre, that’s sometimes difficult to accomplish. We’re entertaining our readers, taking them into a fantasy for a short time, and always, always giving them a happily-ever-after. Yesterday, Becky Condit of Mrs. Condit and Friends Read Books reviewed Sex and the Widow Miles, the second book in my Women of Willow Bay series. Her review included a personal story about how she related to the heroine, Julie Miles, because she too lost her husband to a…
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8-Sentence Sunday
Here we go, kids…still in the beginning of Novel 3 in the Women of Willow Bay series (this book seriously needs a title!), and still in Captain McGuire’s POV… Three years later, multimillionaire Salvatore “Sonny” Todaro salvaged the boat, towed it to Chicago, and had it refitted as his own personal yacht. He renamed her Caroline Howe to honor his mother. Now, she was luxurious again, with staterooms outfitted for the ultimate comfort of Todaro and his friends and family. But the Caroline Howe had another mission—the refit had included state-of-the-art diesel engines that sent the boat moving swiftly over the Great Lakes, and for several years, she’d carried an…
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8-Sentence Sunday
Weekend Writing Warriors are busy on new stories and because I am a warrior, here’s another snippet from Novel 4 in the Women of Willow Bay series. Continuing from where we left off last week, we’re still in 1933 with Captain Frank McGuire… It’s not like an extra day or two was going to make or break Todaro. Hell, the man had more money that he could ever spend in several lifetimes. Besides, it was probably the last trip he’d ever make if Roosevelt did as he promised and signed the Twenty-First Amendment next month. Maybe Todaro was worrying about losing this source of income, trying to get in a…
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8-Sentence Sunday
It’s time again for a snippet from my current WIP. This time I’m switching to a scene from the fourth Women of Willow Bay book–yeah, I’m working on two at once and no, neither one has a title yet. This one is a little different in that it contains a bit of suspense. Setup is 46-year-old Sophie Russo has always been a summer resident of Willow Bay, coming up every summer of her life with her grandfather who owned two cottages on the Lake Michigan shore. Sophie is a quiet, shy freelance editor, who has been caring for her sick grandfather for the last two years. Her beloved Papa Leo…
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8-Sentence Sunday
Can you believe it’s a new 8-Sentence Sunday? Where is the time going? I’m deep into Book 3 of the Women of Willow Bay series–Sarah’s as-yet untitled story. I’m open to suggestions by the way. Setup is the same as last week–Sarah is closing up La Belle Femme, the resale shop she manages at a women’s shelter in Chicago. A mysterious limo has been parked outside each evening for the past couple of days and she and Mack, the nightwatchman are wondering… “Yup,” Sarah returned the smile—Mack was a sweetheart. She switched off all the lights except the can lights over the front window and locked the register as he…