Karen Michelle Nutt's Blog, page 35
February 4, 2017
Ghost dad chats… End of the Road @KMNbooks #8sunday #snippetsunday
Cecilia's mother has never gotten over losing her husband, who died 23 years ago in a freak accident. She just told Cecilia that when she was little, she used to talk to her dead father. They're in her father's study. This is Cecilia's POV.
This story is a WIP. The story is in the very early stages and has not been edited. Did a few creative puctuation to end at a good spot. 
January 28, 2017
Do you remember what you said? End of the Road @KMNbooks #8sunday #snippetsunday
About this snippet: Chapter One (Don't Fear) The Reaper Snippet 8. Last week snippet is here.
Lars Gunner, rock star, and Cecilia's father died 23 years ago. Her mother has never gotten over losing him. They're in Lar's study that is more like a shrine filled with items he owned in life. Phoebe (Cecilia's mother is speaking first). This is Cecilia's POV.
This story is a WIP. The story is in the very early stages and has not been edited. Did a few creative puctuation to end at a good spot.
January 21, 2017
“He’s here, you know”, she whispered… End of the Road @KMNbooks #8sunday #snippetsunday
About this snippet: Chapter One (Don't Fear) The Reaper Snippet 7. Last week snippet is here.
Cecilia found her mother watching films of her father who died 23 years ago. It's around the anniversary of his death and it always triggers her mother's annual drinking binge.
This story is a WIP. The story is in the very early stages and has not been edited. Did a few creative puctuation to end at a good spot.
January 14, 2017
Pity party for one… End of the Road @KMNbooks #8sunday #snippetsunday
About this snippet: Chapter One (Don't Fear) The Reaper Snippet 6. Last week snippet is here.
Cecilia's mother is watching a film of her dead husband's band rehearsal, but Cecilia turns off the projector, making her mother acknowledge she is there.
This story is a WIP. The story is in the very early stages and has not been edited.
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Cecilia moved around the couch and took a seat next to her mother. She reached for the bottle but her mother moved it out of her reach. "I think you've had enough," Cecilia told her gently."I'll say when I have," Phoebe hissed and her features hardened and her bloodshot eyes didn't quite focus on her as she sneered.
She tried a different approach. "I've been phoning you and it's been three days, Mom" she added for meaning.
Her mother's brows puckered together. "Three days?" she repeated her words with a shaky voice, losing some of its hostility.
She nodded and her mother lowered her hand then finally handed her the bottle. She placed it on the coffee table to join the other bottles her mother had indulged in while she had her pity party with her dead father.
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January 7, 2017
She’s no saint… End of the Road @KMNbooks #8sunday #snippetsunday
About this snippet: Chapter One (Don't Fear) The Reaper Snippet 5. Last week snippet is here.
Cecilia's mother is watching a film of her dead husband's band rehearsal. Cecilia for a moment feels sorry for her mother, knowing the woman never got over losing her husband. (I'm jumping ahead a few sentences. A little creative editing for the sentence limit)
This story is a WIP. The story is in the very early stages and has not been edited.
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No matter how the world wanted to immortalize him as a musical genius, he was just a man who didn't give a crap about his family. She marched over to the projector and turned it off, and the room was swept into darkness."What the f***?" her mother screeched and ruined any pity she might have felt for her moments before. Her mother wasn't a saint either.
She reached for the lamp next to the couch and turned it on. They weren't in the dark, but the lamp in no way illuminated the room into brilliance.
"Lars?" her mother said as she turned to look at her.
She sighed and moved closer so her mother's bleary vision could focus on reality and said, "It's me, Cecilia...you know, your daughter."
Phoebe turned away in her seat with a huff and it was obviously, she wasn't too drunk to recognize sarcasm. "I know who you are," she grumbled and lifted the bottle to her lips.
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December 31, 2016
Spawn of the Nordic God… End of the Road @KMNbooks #8sunday #snippetsunday
About this snippet: Chapter One (Don't Fear) The Reaper Snippet 4 Last week snippet is here.
Cecilia finds her mother at home sitting in the study, a shrine of sorts to her father who died 23 years ago.
This story is a WIP. The story is in the very early stages and has not been edited.
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Her mother gripped a bottle of whiskey in her hand as if it were a lifeline to the here and now. Her mother was only forty-six, looked older without her stage makeup, but she still kept her figure, most likely because she'd forgotten to eat half the time she was on tour. She may be mom to her, but the world knew her as Phoebe Keddie of the Feral Hearts with golden blonde hair, gray eyes, and a curvy firm body that knew how to move in a way that hypnotized and fascinated the audience into dreaming of sex on the long summer nights–or so the reporters liked to say about her. Wonder what they say if they saw her tonight.The clicking hum of the projector playing behind her mother drew her interest, and she took a few steps into the room to glance at the white wall where her mother's gaze seemed to be fixated. Her father had recorded all of the band's rehearsals, and apparently, they still had the old reels stored somewhere.
She never really knew her father, Lars Gunner, frontman for the Silent Plaids, since he died when she was three years old, but she'd seen plenty photos since the media liked to keep his image alive with videos of his performances and his photographs plastered on the Internet. Lars could almost be called pretty with his Nordic good looks and wide blue eyes, but his five o'clock shadow and longish blonde locks gave him the edge he needed for his rock star image. She was blessed or cursed, depending if they'd ask her, with looking like him–long straight blonde hair, wide blue eyes...yep, she could not deny she was the spawn of the late Nordic god whose songs had rocked the world in the early 90s.
Truthfully, she never cared for the Silent Plaids' music, and if she were to listen to the oldies but goodies, she went for a Civilized Heathens' CD because let's face it, Bellamy Lovel was a babe back then and his curly dark hair was to die for, but most of all his voice and the way he moved was every woman's rock star dream.
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December 24, 2016
Mother of the year, she is not… End of the Road @KMNbooks #8sunday #snippetsunday
Welcome to Snippet Sunday! This is a snippet from End of the Road, a WIP ghost story/rock star/mystery romance.
About this snippet: Chapter One (Don't Fear) The Reaper Snippet 3 Last week snippet is here.
Cecilia has been trying to reach her mother. She heads over to her mother's house to check on her.
This story is a WIP. The story is in the very early stages and has not been edited.
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She reached for the light switch and instantly chased the shadows away. "Mom?" she called and her voice echoed off the walls, making the house feel empty and lonely as usual.
She placed her purse and keys on the Mahogany table at the entrance and headed toward the stairs, her boots clicking on the black and white tiled floor as she went. At the foot of the long winding staircase, where she could see the dark landing at the top from where she stood, but she changed directions when she realized where her mother would be. As she neared the study that stood at the end of hall, and right across from the kitchen, she recognized the low and raspy voice belting out the lyrics to the edgy rock and roll ballad.
The door stood ajar, which surprised her since her mother kept the study, a shrine to her father, locked at all times whether she was inside or not. Cecilia usually had to pound on the door to rouse her mother from a drunken state to answer it. Her gaze shifted and she found the reason for the change of habit this year; the doorknob was broken, and the weapon of choice a hammer, which lay on the floor imitating a door jam. Her mother must have lost the key and had to improvise.
Cecilia entered as far as the threshold and spotted her mother slouched on the leather couch wearing a pink nightie that barely covered her to make it decent attire and her golden blonde hair appeared unwashed in its disarray of a half-hazard bun of sorts.
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December 17, 2016
It’s going to be a long night… End of the Road #8sunday #snippetsunday
Welcome to Snippet Sunday! This is a snippet from End of the Road, a WIP ghost story/rock star/mystery romance.
About this snippet: Chapter One (Don't Fear) The Reaper Snippet 2
Jumping ahead a few paragraphs. Cecilia has been trying to reach her mother, who is a rock star, a bit messed up, and not answering her phone.
This story is a WIP. The story is in the very early stages and has not been edited.
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She glanced at her phone again and cursed as she grabbed her car keys and headed outside of her apartment and to her dark green BMW parked in the assigned parking spot. Once her car purred to life, she headed out to the highway. It was only eight o'clock but she had a hunch it was going to be a long night.
It had been three days since she heard from her mother who at least would text her with 'Thinking of you, babe' if she couldn't pick up and have a decent conversation. Her mother's annual drunken binge was her way of remembering the good old days with dear-ole-dad, which was such a laugh. The night her father died, he told her mother he was going to divorce her. It's why the crazy conspiracy theorist kept on insisting her mother had something to do with her father's death.
If one more reported hunted her down and ask her if she knew if her mother was responsible, she might have to prove to the world she was indeed her father's daughter and deck someone.
When arrived at the house, where she only lived until she was old enough to go off to boarding school, she parked in the driveway void of any cars, but it didn't mean her mother wasn't at home. Her mother usually called a limo if she wanted to go out and hadn't owned a vehicle in years.
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December 12, 2016
Hearts Through Time Christmas Giveaway Spectacular @KMNbooks #prizes #books
Today is my day at the Hearts Through Time Christmas Giveaway Spectacular! Stop by and chat and you'll have a chance to win some cool prizes.
https://www.facebook.com/groups/heartsthroughtime/
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