Wednesday Words: Family #1lineWed

wurkn-on-mai-plan-for-word-domination-caleb-pupWho’s ready for today’s plan for WORD DOMINATION?!?! Today’s theme is family and oh, the possibilities. Two snippets, two books. In DOUBLE CROSS, the Navy is Duke’s family–until he finds new ties with Mother Goose and the Hard Target team. But today, it’s about Cory’s fanily.

Her dull gaze met his. “Were you sent to rescue me?”

“No.” Being blunt was part of who he was, but he winced at the disappointment his comment painted on her face.
She tucked her chin in a brief nod. “I surmised as much. I apologize if I’ve botched up your mission.”

“Not like we’d leave you behind, doctor.”

The woman watched him through eyes and a soul bruised beyond endurance. She looked utterly defeated. “Yes, well. I’m still sorry for slowing you down. I’ll do my best to keep up.”

A thought Duke didn’t like at all knocked on his brain and he had to ask. “You didn’t expect to be rescued, did you?”

Her breath hissed out in a slow huff. “No, I didn’t. I suspected there might be some question of ransom though I was told DICA doesn’t negotiate. Neither would my family.”

When her voice cracked on the last word, Duke figured it was time to back away. He’d let Poison deal with Dr. Prince. He was shocked when he found himself asking, “Your family doesn’t have the money?”

The bitter laugh she choked back surprised him. “Oh, the Princes have generations of money. But as the orphaned daughter with the misplaced priorities, I’m hardly worth spending it on.”

And jumping now to the WIP, RDR#3, which is all about the Barron family. 😆 Fans of the series will be happy to know that Cyrus is up to no good once again. FYI, this particular scene takes place contiguous to the Thanksgiving events in THE COWGIRL’S LITTLE SECRET, only from Clay’s POV.

Almost two hours later, his father strode in. Clay glanced up at the intrusion, surprised since Chance had assured everyone that Cyrus was in Las Vegas for the duration. He sat up straighter, recognizing the set of the man’s shoulders and the expression on his face.

“We need to talk.” The old man glowered, anticipating he’d vacate the chair behind the desk. Clay didn’t indulge him.
Irritated now more than when he’d walked in, his old man lowered himself into a less comfortable chair and didn’t wait to fire the opening volley. “Get your brothers. We have family business.”

Clay didn’t like the derisive tone in his father’s voice. “What sort of *family* business?”

“Cord and my grandson and that woman who wants to ruin them both. Now get the hell out of my chair. We’ll talk more after I deal with your thick-headed brother.”

So, what about the rest of you? Any snippets about families in the books you’re writing or reading? Inquiring minds want to know.

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Tuesday This-n-That

coffee-crack-catI have nothing to say. So I’ll make up something.

Y’all know I’m addicted to Starbucks, right? I’m good on my gold card until sometime in the next millennium, I think. They sent an email. If I buy 5 frappucinos between now and the 29th and pay with my Starbucks’ card, I get bonus stars. Like enough for a free drink, or two. I did mention I’m a sucker, right? Yeah…I’ll be headed that direction today.

I wrote just over 2K words yesterday. I only played a minimum amount on social media and didn’t really check my feed on FB. I always feel like a terrible FB friend. 😛 I did update my “My Books” app on facebook. I had like four or five books I hadn’t added. 🙄 Sadly, I didn’t get my 2K in until nearly 8:00 p.m. Today will be better. I hope!

It’s hot. And humid. And yes, it is both the heat AND the humidity!

I need to take pictures of Blue everytime I get a set of books in. I’ve gotten some really cool author copies from Harlequin of the different printings. I should totally give some of them away… OOH! OOH! I forgot to mention, the Red Dirt books are being released in Scandinavia in early 2016. My father was a Hasselquist before his parents, brother, and uncle died from botulism poisoning and his maternal grandparents adopted him and gave him their name. Hasselquist is a good Swedish name.

Speaking of genealogy, I thought I was either Chickasaw or Cherokee on my biological mother’s side. Y’all know I was adopted, right? Anyway, turns out I’m probably part Choctaw. We have a roll number for one of the greats so we’ll see if I get adopted into the tribe. My heroine in Red Dirt #4 was going to be Chickasaw. Guess I’ll make her Choctaw now. I’ll have to do some research, like I did on the Chickasaws. They’re similar. But not.

Fixing fijitas for dinner. It’s hot. I’m lazy. I bought pre-packaged meat I can heat up quick while pan frying some onions and green peppers. Hrm….do I have refried beans?

Did I mention it’s hot? Oh, yeah. Well, it still is.

And…I think this is just about long enough. What sort of this-n-thats do you have going on? *slouches into kitchen for more coffee and staring at the first page of Chapter 7*

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Monday Start Up

Coffee MondayI need all the coffee I can get! Because…MONDAY. The start of a new week and the continuation of a new project. Sort of. I finished the final round of fixes on DOUBLE CROSS and it is now “cemented” on Amazon. No more changes until after it goes live on July 1st. I’ve had 15 preorders which is kind of cool but I’d really love to have a bunch more. Yeah, yeah, that means advertising and I so totally suck at that. EDIT: B.E. says I need a link to the pre-order. Like d’uh! So here! DOUBLE CROSS PRE-ORDER LINK! 😉

The weekend was…busy and lazy at the same time. Saturday was OKRWA. We had an interesting program on conflict. I’m doing next month’s program on igniting creativity. I’m going to use flash fiction models, words prompts, photos, and song videos. It should be fun. Sunday, Lawyer Guy and I both slept late. I mean…like until after ten. I NEVER do that but I felt better for doing it. I obviously was worn down and tired.

Still reading Roxanne St. Clair’s BAREFOOT WITH A BODYGUARD, the first in her Barefoot Bay spin-off series that takes her back to her romantic suspense roots. I wish I could just sit down and read it but with so much else going on I can only read in snatches. Loving those snatches, though!

Despite being tired, I managed enough creativity to do a 500 word flash fiction challenge based on Hardy’s story from the Nightriders. I think his story is going to get bumped to the front of the line even though the Russian’s story is teasing me. As is Kin’s story, which is book 2 in the Hard Target series. First though…

I have until August 17th to turn in the full MS of RDR#3, which has the working title of FOR THE LOVE OF A COWGIRL. We’ll see how long that one lasts. 😆 I put it on the back burner while dealing with DOUBLE CROSS. I’d like to have it ready to go by July 17th. Then I can work on THE DEVIL’S CUT. It is so freaking rough and is only about 2/3 finished. I really think I filled my publishing plate way too full but that’s okay. I’ll get it done because…Well, because I will.

So anyway, 2K words each day until RDR#3 is roughed out. I’ve told myself that I get 30 minutes first thing in the morning to check email and do internet stuffs and then I have to shut it down until I write at least 2K words. Then I can play for an hour. Then I’d like to get 2k more written. 4K words a day isn’t that hard. If I’d stay away from the net. LOLOL And if I didn’t have to things like laundry, fix dinner, fun errands–and those aren’t “fun” errands. It’s groceries, cleaning, stuff like that there.

And no. I am NOT complaining! Tired, yes. Complaining, no! I love being a writer so when I whine, just slap me back into reality, ‘kay? 😆 Cuz, like, y’all do want more books, right? (And there’s that needy brat of a writer coming out… 😉 )

Okay, to work! But y’all tell me all the fun you had over the weekend so I can come back in a couple of hours and see! Fresh cup of coffee and then 2K words, here I come!!!

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Friday Sinema – Showin’ My Redneck

It’s Friday. It’s been a crazy week. Lots going on personally and professionally and when I went looking for a video to post for today, this one just made all sorts of sense and yeah, I’m probably one sick puppy to laugh like a loon every time I watch it. The Duck Dynasty guys, the wimpy new boyfriend, and the rejects from the junkyard. What can I say? My redneck roots are showin’… Have an awesome weekend y’all! And go a little Redneck Crazy!

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Universal Choice of Limits

universeSomeone once said, “The sky’s the limit.” Then someone else replied, “Don’t tell me the sky’s the limit when there are footprints on the moon.”

That’s supposed to be all enlightening and encouraging and shitstuff. I always figured my limit was as far ass my imagination could stretch and I’m a long way from that. Still, there’ve been times in my life when I pulled up short and thought, “What the hell? I can’t do that!” Case in point…self-publishing. I fought it for a long time despite people that I trusted urging me to try it. I was scared to dip my toe in the water much less wade in and swim to the deep end. As I just loaded DOUBLE CROSS, which is my FIFTEENTH (holy cow how is that even possible!?! self-published book, I realize that my fear is what limited me. Fear of failure. Fear of the unknown. Just plain fear. But I did it. Because the alternative was…safe. And we all know I’m a daredevil at heart. Of course I am. shiftyeyes

Anyway, when I was digging through the files for today’s nudge from the Universe, I thought now was a good time for this one.

There is no choice you’ve ever made, Silver, nor any you will ever make, that will limit you as much as you may fear.

Nor even limit you at all.

How cool is that?
The Universe
© http://www.tut.com ®

Fear not, Silver, there have been no mistakes.

So here’s the deal. Don’t choose to give up your dreams. Go after them. Don’t limit yourself because of fear. Just look at me. Where would I be now if I hadn’t made the choice I did.

And now I have to choose to do some marketing which I fear far more than those pesky monsters who moved in under my bed. DOUBLE CROSS is up for preorder. Go snag your copy so it’ll be on your Kindle right after midnight on July 1st! Just CLICK HERE. I now return you to your regularly scheduled blog reading. 😉

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Wednesday Words: Emotional #1lineWed

wurkn-on-mai-plan-for-word-domination-caleb-pupI’m late today. As you can see by the title, today’s #1lineWed is all about emotions. I have them! That’s why I’m late. I was in formatting hell yesterday getting DOUBLE CROSS set up for preorder. FINALLY got the problem fixed and pulled the trigger for review about 11:00 p.m. last night. Only to discover I’d listed the WRONG FREAKING TITLE! Double CROSS became Double SHIFT. Don’t ask. Just…don’t.

headdeskSo yeah. This was me. After a night of tossing and turning, and remembering I hadn’t set up the blog for today, I finally fell asleep and then didn’t get up early like I’d planned to do this morning to get something written. So, DOUBLE shift/CROSS is sort of alive for preorder. I’ve resubmitted the title change so I’m not linking until I get notice it’s been updated. Then y’all will have the chance to go snag it. In the meantime, I have a headache from forehead meeting desk but here’s a short snippet, from DOUBLE CROSS. 🙄

Terror is an emotion, right? And relief…

CORY STUMBLED BACK to the hut. The man had died, but her captors didn’t seem surprised or, more important to her health and welfare, they didn’t seem to care. Sleep. She was desperate for it but terrified she wouldn’t wake up again. The little boy who had summoned her slept outside her hut, curled up around his rifle. She stepped over his thin body and ducked inside. An arm snaked around her waist as a large hand covered her mouth. She struggled, screaming only in her head.

Words whispered against her ear, as soft as the breeze sighing through savanna grass. “Shhh. We’re here to help. Do you speak English?”

American. The man was an American. Cory shuddered but stopped fighting. Her eyes adjusted to the faint moonlight drifting in through the half-collapsed roof, and she saw a second man, huge and powerfully built, watching out one of the windows. The hand on her mouth loosened its grip, and she nodded her understanding.

Short and sweet today. I have final read-through of DOUBLE CROSS so I can upload the final version and I don’t have to worry about it any longer. Who else has emotional words to share?

Happy Hump Day. We’re battening down the hatches for Tropical Storm Bill. Just what we need–more rain!

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Monday Muppet Flail

IgnoreMondayCatSo…it’s Monday. Why does that keep happening every week? *Muppet Flail* I’m going to be this LOL cat and just ignore that it’s Monday until I get this book done! Especiaqlly since last night, when I sat down to figure out a blog for this morning, I was mostly underwhelmed. I did edit/revise (and there were a couple of places where there was some deep revision goin’ on!) I got through 125 pages and 13 chapters. I’ll be MIA until I get it revised, proofed, formatted, and loaded for pre-order at Amazon.

Reading. I’ve been doing some. I was really excited about the new Charley Davidson book, EIGHTH GRAVE…something. I can never remember the whole title of each book. Anyway, I started it and had trouble getting into it so I’ve been sneaking other books in there. DAUGHTER OF SMOKE AND BONE is listed as a YA fantasy but there are some very grown up themes. Still, the writing is lyrical, the story different, and the characters not quite what I expected. It ends with a cliffhanger and is the first in a trilogy. I haven’t hit the library for book 2 yet. Then I saw that Paige Tyler’s HUNGRY LIKE THE WOLF was on sale for 99¢ so I snagged it because it had been on my wish list. Yeah…darn sure glad it was that cheap! HATED the heroine. And the Hero was something of a wuss for taking her back so fast after the way she betrayed meant to betray him–she backed out at the last minute but still… Anyway, I did like the author’s style so maybe I’ll give the next book a try when it comes out later in the summer. Currently, I have Roxanne St. Claire’s BAREFOOT WITH A BODYGUARD queued up. I’m a HUGE fan of her romantic suspense series and a favorite character who never got his book finally will with the 3rd book in this series. Totally glad Rocki is back in that groove.

Baseball. My Cards still have the best record in baseball. They were supposed to have a 3-game series with the Kansas City Royals and were up 2 games when yesterday’s game was rained out. 😦 They’ll make it up at some point.

TV. I haven’t been watching, except for baseball. I’ve either been working or reading. Ah well. I have two full DVRs of shows I really should watch one of these days. 😆

Life. Got to see the kids last night for dinner. The whole gang got together to celebrate my Sis-in-Law’s b-day. We went out for BBQ and Stormegeddon got his new baseball glove and ball. It’s made of foam material with Velcro to snag the ball. We had a blast. He also ate most of my slice of b-day cake. So…yay!

Basically, my world has narrowed down to words–writing them or erasing them or fixing them. If I want to try a pre-order for DOUBLE CROSS, I have a hard upload date of June 20th. I really want to get it done today if at all possible. So…off to work for me. And no, I’m not whistling! 😆

Still, being the nosy sort, I want to know what y’all did this weekend! Comment so I have something to look forward to!

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Friday Follies

Friday!It’s Friday! Time for some fun…and a little randomness. Okay, a lot of randomness. 😆

First up, this new review of NIGHT SHIFT on Amazon.

★ ★ ★ ★ ★ Better than expected
By NAME REDACTED on June 10, 2015
Format: Kindle Edition Verified Purchase
I did not expect to like this book. The hero was a criminal and characters made their living on the wrong side of the law. It is a testament to the author that I enjoyed this book although it is much darker that the previous series that spun this off. I like that Mac from the previous series and his insane wife/mate show up in this book tying the series together. I am interested in where this goes. It contains a lot of violence.

I chuckled at the title, “Better than expected” but I gigglesnorted when I hit the comment about Mac and his “insane wife/mate.” The Wolves lost it. Well, all except Mac. He very wisely left the room but could be heard guffawing outside. Hannah? Yeah…I wouldn’t want to be the Wolves right now. 😉

Crazypants news story of the week: Shark is killed on Florida Highway. Click the link to watch the story if you haven’t heard about it already. But be ready to click it off when done or the link will start playing the next story. 😦 And man, there was some CRAZY news out there I discovered while searching for the best video coverage of this story. There are some sick people out there in the world.

And last but not least, here’s this weeks edition of Harlequin’s #WhateverYoureInto fun and shenanigans. I laughed at this one. A lot. Because…yeah…been there. 😉

What are your plans for the weekend? Me? Same ol’ same ol’. Writing. Have a great one whatever you do!

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Thursday Thoughts: Fear and Love in the Universe

universeI know I’m supposed to take these nudges from the Universe to heart in my own life but quite often, I translate them to have meaning in my writing. You all know I write romance. Romance means people love and are loved in return. Sometimes one or the other of my characters profess to not knowing what love is, or how to love, or are afraid to love for a variety of reasons. And sometimes they are just afraid of life and living it. So the big U has this to say:

Sometimes loving more, Silver, is easier than fearing less and gets the same results.

Get it?
The Universe
© http://www.tut.com ®

Because, of course, Silver, the more love, in all things, the less fear… and the more swag, spiritually and materially.

So yeah, this is pretty much the way it works in fiction. What we all need to do is practice this in our lives because…who doesn’t need or want more love? Right?!?!

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Wednesday Words: Environment #1lineWed

wurkn-on-mai-plan-for-word-domination-caleb-pupHow can it be Wednesday again? *looks at watch* … *looks out window* … *checks calendar* Time is just crazy lately! But it is indeed Wednesday so time for #1lineWed. I may even get to play a bit with it on Twitter today. We’ll see. Today’s theme is ENVIRONMENT. I’m not quite sure how to interpret that but these are my two longer snippets going with the idea that “enivronment” is what surrounds one. And since DOUBLE CROSS is about Navy SEALs (among others), and they get in some crazy environments, AND it’s since still in revisions, it qualifies as a WIP so…

This is just post-rescue of Cory via Duke’s POV:

Clouds were gathering and the moon played tag then hide-n-seek with them. The woman appeared deathly pale under the intermittent light—and younger than he anticipated. Tears, sweat, or both left dirty streaks on her face. Her gasping breath was louder than the entire team’s pounding boots. They’d have to stop soon. With luck, Copper’s explosions would keep Cudjo’s guerrillas out of action until Wilco could call in a chopper for an extraction.
He pushed the team another mile before slowing them to a jog. Another mile and he called for a walk. As the wind shifted, he got a whiff of the woman. Damn but she stank. Her eyes looked glassy and her movements were jerky and robotic. If he didn’t call a halt soon, they’d end up carrying her.

They topped a small rise and dropped down to a river. A copse of trees huddled about twenty feet from the raging water. There’d been heavy rain up-river and the current rushing by could wash a person downstream in a heartbeat.

After a series of hand signals, Dalton and Cop faded back to check for pursuers. Tank checked out the bushes for critters and flashed a thumbs up. With the all-clear, Poison halted next to the trees and helped the woman sink to the ground. She bent her knees to her chest, gulping great breaths of air. Digging in his kit, the corpsman set about tending to her. Water. A solar blanket. Wipes for her face. She stared at the canteen he placed in one of her hands, the wipe placed in the other but did nothing with either item.

And poor Cory just can’t catch a break. This happens shortly after, in a mixed POV between Cory and Duke.

Cory’s sanity went MIA with the first blast. By the second explosion, she had no hope of finding it. She couldn’t explain how she ended up in the river, sputtering and gasping for air after a dunking, and in the arms of the angry man who was the SEAL team leader. His arms banded around her as their heads bobbed just above the surface. Flames added dancing demons to the scene as unseen things churned the air.

Master Chief. Master Chief Reagan. His name came back to her. His face appeared ravaged, blood trickling down both cheeks. She needed her medical kit. She was a doctor and she had the insane need to fix him.

“We gotta go, doc.”

“Cory. Everyone calls me Cory.” Why did her identity matter? Because she was tired of being anonymous. If she was going to die, she wanted someone to know who she was. Cory Prince. Twenty-eight-year-old woman from Bethesda, Maryland. Who happened to be a pediatrician. Working for an international aid organization. Her brain circled back around to the present, which was scary beyond comprehension, except the man with her was injured. “I need my kit. You’re hurt.”

“Still gotta go. We’ll submerge, ride the current underwater. You’re gonna hang onto me. Wrap your legs around my waist.” He waited while she did and damn if his fucking dick didn’t like sitting in the sweet spot. Jerking both of his heads back into the game, he added, “I’ll breathe for you.”

“Breathe for me? How?”

“You just want to trust me on this, princess.”

Something whistled past her cheek like a hot, angry wasp. Bullet. She gasped but didn’t get her mouth closed as Reagan dragged her under. Her fingers clawed at his shirt and a part of her brain recognized his arm tightening around her back. Then his mouth was on hers, his tongue forcing her teeth open. She swallowed more water but it went into her stomach, not her lungs. Air filled her lungs. Warm, miraculous oxygen.

Time turned relative. Sense was no longer common. If this was death, his lips on hers wasn’t a bad way to go. Blackness consumed her, then time stopped. Forever.

Still working toward a July 1st release date, with hopefully a ten or fifteen day pre-order period. We’ll see. Plus, I’m over 20K on RDR#3 so things are good if busy. Who else has some #1lineWed love to share?

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