Saturday, June 29, 2013

Movies

I just discovered a new movie out this weekend:  Copperhead.  I really want to see this.  It’s about the Civil War and is located in upstate New York.  I won’t have time this weekend, but this one is on my to watch list.  As is Lone Ranger, The Heat, and of course Despicable Me 2.  
I’m wrapping up a proposal this and next weekend.  Hopefully I’ll have it done this weekend.  I just might because I’m a little bit ahead of schedule.  Very unusual for me. After I submit that, I will have huge news.  I just can’t talk about it yet. 


Friday, June 28, 2013

Thank you and upcoming wonderfulness!



I want to take a moment to thank everyone for their well wishes while I was down and out with pneumonia.  I’m feeling better.  Still very tired, but at least on the mend.  I really appreciate your prayers and kind words. They mean so much.
A lot is happening on the writing front.  I have two booksignings coming up:
When:  Thursday July 4th at 10:00 am until ?  (whenever we break up, it’s really not formal, but should be a fun time).
Where:  Oswego County Fairgrounds, Sandy Creek, NY  in the Domestic Arts Building
I will be here with a host of wonderful authors from all genres.  Should be a great day of fun, reading, and learning how the biz works.

Another signing:
When:  July 18th 4:30 to 7:00 pm
Where:  Ainsworth Memorial Library in Sandy Creek, NY
I will be here with a large variety of authors as well.  Oh, and they have chicken!  They’re cooking up a storm, including a massive chicken barbeque!

My website http://www.always-a-story.com will be going through some major changes in the next few weeks.  Please stop by and tell me what you think. 

I’m hard at work on two new releases:  One yet untitled, but it’s an epic historical romance with….drumroll!  a Native American hero.   Another is a yet untitled historical romance.  I can’t talk much about these at the moment until more details are announced.  Plus I don’t want to jinx it!  But it’s going to be exciting.  More than exciting!  Something incredible and totally new.
I’m currently writing a novel that’s strictly mainstream women’s fiction.  I’m amazed at how much fun I’m having with this one.  More on that to come as well.
Thanks for stopping by!

Tuesday, June 25, 2013

Places I've finished a book



I stopped and had a quick cup of coffee with a friend the other day.  We got talking about writing, my writing in particular since she doesn’t write, and with most non-writers they are naturally curious.  We got to laughing at some of the outlandish places I’ve finished a book when on deadline.  I decided to list them here:
.  An auction house.  I love auctions.  I’m a total auction junkie.  There’s something about wanting something but the anticipation of wondering whether you’re actually going to be the one to end up with it. It’s exciting. Too exciting to pass up when you find one with some stuff you just gotta have.  So I finished up Man Of Her Dreams at an auction house.  I sat there with Pepsi, big tote bag by my chair, spiral notebook and auction bidding number in my lap.  People used to look at me funny, but I’ve been to so many auctions now they know me.  Other auction groupies, that is,  and they know when I’m there writing that I’m at crunch time.
. Parking lot waiting for someone.  This isn’t the strangest place, but I wait for a lot of people.
. Doctor offices.
.  Vet offices.  I have a bulimic cat, ‘nough said.
.  My car on my lunch hours.  This is almost a five day a week occurrence.
.  In the winter,  it’s the day job’s kitchen because it’s too cold to be outside.
.  I once finished an unpublished manuscript in a friend’s camper.  I was staying at a weekend long antique show with her.
.    There have been fast food restaurants, Starbucks, Panera Bread, even a bakery. 
I guess what I’m trying to say, I can write anywhere, and if I’d manage my time a bit better I wouldn’t be in crunch time so often.  But that’s ok.  I thrive on stress.  It’s me, it’s my way.   

Sunday, June 23, 2013

Excerpt Sunday ~ Stranger In His Bed



Possessiveness was strong, unexpected.  Definitely not something he was used to.  He allowed her to squeeze his hand, amazed at how naturally they fit together.
     He had to get this over with.  “Are you ready?”
     “I-I don’t know.”  She released his hand.  “Yes.  I guess so.”
     He took her hand back.  “Hold tight.  When it hurts squeeze as hard as you can, all right?”
     She nodded.
     “I’m going to do this as quickly as I can.”
     “I’m ready.”
     He laid the red-hot blade over her wound.  She didn’t cry out like he’d expected, but her sharp gasp cut him to the core.  He didn’t think he’d have any feeling left in his hand when it was over.
     He removed the blade.  “Done.”
     Her whole body was shaking.
     “It’s over now.  You did good.”
     She released his hand and he stood and set the smoking blade on the stone hearth to cool.  He went back to her and paying no mind that she was naked, he helped her lie on her stomach.  The room smelled of burned flesh.
     “Try not to move.”  He draped her hair over her good shoulder and pulled the quilt up to her waist, leaving her back exposed.  “The wound needs to breathe for awhile.”
     She said nothing.  Just laid there still as death.  He knelt so that he was eye level with her.  A single tear rolled down her cheek.  He had all he could do to keep from brushing it away.  “Are you hungry?”
     “No.”
     “Do you want more rum?”
     “No.”
     He gave her hand a reassuring squeeze.  “Try to sleep.  You’ll feel better.”
     “Angus?”
     “Hmm?”
     “Were they your children I heard?”
     “My nephew and nieces.”  He gave in to the need and brushed her tear away.  “You can meet them later if you like.  Now get some sleep.”
     “Angus?”
     “What?”
     “My name’s Constance…but everyone calls me Cat.”


Saturday, June 8, 2013

Excerpt to Blackbird



Adahya stopped walking.  He turned, shook his head in disgust.  Knox’s woman was not to be found.  He could hear her, though.  There was no doubt about that.  She had not shut her mouth since leaving the Oneida mission.
      This was a mistake.  He should not have agreed to take her to Fort Ontario.  He wanted Knox, and Colonel Butler wanted Knox.  This woman was not Knox.  He should have tomahawked her back at the mission.
      Her hair was dark like a raven’s wing.  He could not guess its length due to the hideously tight bun she wore it in, but it appeared to be handsome like a Hodenosaunee woman’s hair.  It would bring a steep price at the fort.  But not as steep a price as Knox would bring alive and unharmed.  Knox would bring great rewards: tomahawks, trade goods, guns perhaps.  Colonel Butler knew the trouble the reverend was stirring by bribing the Oneidas, and Butler was willing to pay highly for him.  Knox’s evil works were destroying the dreams of the Great King across the Sea and the peace the Hodenosaunee had sewn into the hearts and minds of the Iroquois brothers.  Colonel Butler and the soldiers of the Great King across the Sea would kill Knox on the grounds of treason.
      They would do the same to Knox’s woman, of course.
      Adahya wondered how much reward she would bring to him and to his people.  She seemed to know a great deal about the war and about the Oneidas.  She had even known that Ganeagaono meant the People of the Flint, or Mohawk, as the white eyes called them.  It had not taken him long to realize that she knew little of the Hodenosaunee language, as she had not responded to any of the insults he had heaped on her, but Knox had assisted her in his twisted ways--that was certain.  And she had shown him documents that she said proved Knox’s treason.  Adahya could not read them.  He had never been taught to decipher their paper language, but he believed she was ignorant enough to disclose what they recorded.
      Adahya smiled.  Perhaps with her ignorance and her never ceasing mouth, she would bring as much reward to his people as Knox would have.  He could then go back for Knox and double his profit.  Regardless, it would be good to have the white woman’s mouth quieted forever.