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Life Is . . . Settling Down . . .
. . . a little bit. Summer is nearly half over. Can you believe it? I really thought that after Dee’s memorial service, life would settle back into normal, but you know, I think that I’ve lost “normal.” Or maybe I never had it in the first place. I’m not sure anymore. Is there normal? If anyone figures that one out, let me know. In the meantime, here’s a scene from Saving Sarah–Book 4 in the Women of Willow Bay series. It’s currently with my editor and hopefully, very soon, we’ll have a cover to show you and a release date. This scene takes place about a week and half…
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Done . . . Begin Again
Saving Sarah is with my editor, which means it’s out of my hands for a few weeks, which also means it needs to be out of my mind for the next few weeks. Honestly, that’s a really hard thing to do–release a book. I keep going back through it . . . but it’s time to stop because until I get the edits back from Lani, it’s pointless to make changes. I’m fairly certain that she’ll have plenty for me to do on the manuscript when she returns it. My challenge is to let go and start something new. To that end, I’m working on a new story that I…
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The Last 4,000 Words
I’m in the home stretch with Saving Sarah, book 4 of the Women of Willow Bay series. I can’t wait to finish it, but there is a little bit of bittersweet involved, too. I’m not positive, but I think this will be the last WOWB book. I have another woman in the village who could have a story, but I’m pretty sure it’s time to close this one out. I have a new book already started and I like the characters and the setting, which is Indiana, not Michigan. Of course, we’re up in northern Indiana near the dunes and Lake Michigan because I can’t imagine a story without a…
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Chasing Summer
It’s November 2 and it’s chilly and breezy here at the lake—like wintertime chilly. The sun is shining today, but on Halloween–just two days ago–it snowed! Snow on Halloween! Sheesh! We just walked down to the dock to take a look at the lake, and the wind nipped at my nose so bad, I had to wrap my scarf around my face. Now, as I sit by the window, working and watching the wind scatter our tidy piles of raked leaves back across the yard, I’m wondering what the hell happened to summer? I know summer was here—after all the cottage is still open (although we’re closing up next weekend).…
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8-Sentence Sunday
It’s rolled around again, hasn’t it? Now…where were we? Oh, yeah, Ben’s trying to figure out what happened to his sweet little editor and Sophie’s giving seduction her best effort… Her voice was husky as she looked up at him from under her lashes. With that, he lost the tiny grip he had on his self-control. Groaning, he pulled her into arms. She melted against him, kissing him hungrily, opening her lips to his. His restless hands moved over her back, finding the hem of her tank top and then touching soft skin. “You’re killing me here, Russo,” he murmured against her lips. “God, you’re irresistible.” Taking her lips again,…
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8-Sentence Sunday…At Last!
So sorry for being MIA for a month, but we’re back with Sophie and Ben and The Summer of Second Chances. When we left them, their magical first kiss had been interrupted and now they’re alone again. Ben is trying to be sensible, explaining that he’s just out of a nasty divorce and not ready for another relationship. Sophie shocks him down to his socks with her response: “So what’s wrong with simply having some fun together this summer? No expectations, no commitments. We’re both adults,” a little shrug of her shoulders and the tank top slipped down. His gut lurched. Yup, she definitely wasn’t wearing a bra. Just have…
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Welcome Linda Morris!
Today, I’m welcoming Linda Morris to the blog. She is a writer of contemporary romance. She writes stories with heart and heat, along with a joke or two thrown in. Her book Melting the Millionaire’s Heart was an Amazon Top 100 Series Romance bestseller. Its sequel, The Mason Dixon Line, released this month. Her vacation fling romance, Nice Work if You Can Get It, will be published by Swoon Romance in 2014. When she’s not writing, working as a freelance editor, or mommying, she’s doing yoga, reading, working in her flower garden, or baking delicious things she probably shouldn’t eat. She believes that there are two kinds of people: pie people and cake people,…
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8-Sentence Sunday
Happy 8-Sentence Sunday, Mes Amies! I’m continuing the meet-cute scene between Sophie and Ben from my no-longer-untitled third Women of Willow Bay novel (title reveal coming up). Freelance editor Sophie Russo and author Ben Dugan have just seen each other for the first time after working together for over ten years. All their communication has been via email and telephone, so when Ben arrives in Willow Bay, Michigan to rent one of Sophie’s summer cottages in order to finish his novel, it’s their first face-to-face meeting. It’s the night before he’s due, and clad in jammies, wearing no makeup, and with her hair tossed up in a ponytail, Sophie’s slipped…
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New Year, Big News!
Happy New Year, Mes Amies! We had a wondrous start to 2014 with our dear lake pals, who spent New Year’s Eve with us here at home. They all stayed overnight to have a special New Year’s Day breakfast. Champagne and wine flowed, and a delicious supper and yummy breakfast filled our bellies with bliss. The house was full of laughter and love, and Husband and I were thrilled to host these lovely folks. My big news is that the first two books of my Women of Willow Bay series are now available on Nook, Kobo, and Smashwords platforms! I’m so excited to offer these romantic books to my readers…
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8-Sentence Sunday
A new 8-Sentence Sunday and I stayed in Sarah’s story because it’s the one that’s on my mind this week. This snippet picks up from where we left off last week. Mack and Sarah are talking about her abusive ex-husband, whom she’s convinced is sitting outside the shelter in a limo waiting for his chance to confront her… “No, he won’t give it up,” Sarah’s voice sounded flat to her own ears as Mack followed her out into the courtyard. Even as she said the words, the truth of them sent a chill down her spine. She couldn’t shake the image of a mountain lion patiently stalking a gazelle. Watching,…