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4 things to do here on Sunday!

There are 1, 2, 3… 4 things to do here on Sunday!




1.
It’s Sneak Peek Sunday!

My excerpt today comes from my scorching romance — The Witchy Wolf and the Wendigo (book 2 Eluwilussit)

After millennia of solitude, ancient shaman Ashkewheteasu enters the modern world and discovers love and friendship. But Ash learns Eluwilussit, the man who murdered his wife and unborn child 3000 years before, also lives. Eli is now the stuff of nightmares. What’s more, he comes for Ash and Livie.

Setting the Stage:

New lovers Ash and Livie share breakfast. Ash explains that Livie’s boss John knows what and who he is, and helped him by taking him to Walmart to buy the things every man of this world needs..even early reader workbooks.

John’s help wasn’t a surprise to her. He held this magical elder in the highest regard. “John is a good man.”

“Yes, he is. John wants to help me with this new life of mine because there’s still so much for me to know. He gave me workbooks to help me learn to read. My people never used such symbols for words. Our pictures held meaning, but not like the small marks strung together in this world. Reading is fascinating, Livie. There are stories in words when they go in a line.”

“I’ll help you, too.”

He caressed her cheek. “Thank you. I’m anxious to know all I can. It will help me choose food from menus.” Her smile lit her eyes. Teasing, he explained dog feasts in the Goose clan’s camp and what he first thought of her ordering hot dogs.

She covered her laugh with her hands. “Oh, no. You didn’t think I was eating a…”

He chuckled. It felt good to play and laugh with her. “I was happy to discover there was no dog in a hot dog.”

Here’s the Story

5-Stars

“ What an amazing book. Rose Anderson’s love of Native American history and customs was more obvious in this book than the first one, The Witchy Wolf and the Wendigo (Ashkewheteasu).” “The victory of good over evil, of love over hate, of honor over dishonor–vivid, well drawn characters–wonderfully written love scenes–all make this book very worth reading.” ~ Author Jane Leopold Quinn

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2.
The Hot Summer Romance Giveaway Hop sponsored by the Insatiable Reads Book Tour is happening now with two grand prizes — a Kindle Fire and a $50 Amazon.com gift certificate! There are 180 authors participating so you have 180 chances to win something! I’m offering reader’s choice of any of my 6 novels. Find the other participants here.

~Be sure to leave a comment with your email to win~

3. 

It’s Day2 of the 10-Day Writing Challenge. Today’s task: Confess 10 writerly things.

1. I sit far too much. It’s so unhealthy but I have writing to do!

2. My best writing happens around 10 am.

3. I sometimes work on three novels at once waiting for one to “speak” to me.

4. Semicolons devil me.

5. I think in run-on sentences. Really.

6. I find loglines next to impossible.

7. I hide things in my stories for fun.

8. I work better under deadlines

9. Inspiration ALWAYS strikes when I have something else I have to do.

10. I enjoy challenges in writing.

4. follow my links to other things!
I’m doing the Sexy Snippets!

http://calliopesotherwritingtablet.blogspot.com/
I have a Leonardo da Vinci post up on author Toni Sweeney’s blog today

http://www.tonivsweeney.com/tvsweeney@tonivsweeney.com/Blog/Entries/2013/7/18_Loving_Leonardo_and_After.html
and
I’m in on the Christmas in July hop too!

http://calliopeswritingtablet.blogspot.com/



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Join us today at

Romance Books ’4′ Us


for author Renee Vincent’s post.

http://romancebooks4us.blogspot.com

And over on the RB4U website http://romancebooks4us.com

try your hand at our fun July Contest happening now.

LOTS of prizes, including a $100 gift card!

There’s still time to find those sparkly trees!

Something new: Follow my blog with Bloglovin

There are 1, 2, 3 …4 things to do here today!

There are 1, 2, 3…4 things to do here today!




1. 


It’s time for the Sweet Saturday Samples mini hop. #SweetSat Follow this link to the other participating authors. http://sweetsatsample.wordpress.com/

My excerpt today comes from my scorching romance — Dreamscape.

Written in homage to Agatha Christie, Dreamscape is a haunting, a murder, a thriller, a mystery, and a love story that transcends time. Above all, this sensual tale is a reader’s Easter egg hunt in the truest sense. Not everything is as it appears. Peppered throughout are little clues suggesting a story running behind the scenes. Finding them isn’t necessary to the telling of the tale, just one of the fun twists I like to insert into my writing. Can you find them all before the story ends? But more importantly, can a ghost find love among the living?

Setting the Stage:

Lanie returns from a blind date. She has no idea the ghost of Jason Bowen has been waiting impatiently for her return.

She dabbed perfume behind her ears, on the inside of her wrists and at the spot above her heart. Although the fragrance was faint, he was surprised he could smell the familiar floral scent on her as she passed. That sense had been dead as long as he. Holding this piece of clothing or that before her, she appraised her reflection in the mirror with each. After four considerations, the dress she settled on was black and short—too short. He found himself frowning.

The frown persisted as the mantle clock stuck ten o’clock and deepened when it struck eleven. By eleven-thirty-two, he was in a fine pique.

Hearing Lanie’s automobile roll onto the gravel drive, he invisibly materialized downstairs to meet her at the door with his arms folded across his chest in irritation. Leaning against the wall, looking her over from head to toe as she came in talking on her telephone, he thought her lips were a little chafed, a little too swollen. She’d kissed the man she’d just met that night, no doubt more than once. The thought annoyed him more than the late hour.

“No really, I had a nice time with Jim.” She laughed. “Yes, nosy, I let him kiss me. Lexie, I know, but please no more dates until I finish the clinic. Please? I have too much to do to get sidetracked.” She laughed again. “I don’t know, maybe I will see him again. He kissed fine! Of course you can set us up again when I get things done here. I don’t know how long it’s going to be—I have the clinic to open! Yes, I know you do. No, when I’m done you’ll be the first to know. I promise. Love you, too.” She hung up the phone shaking her head. “Sheesh,” she said in exasperation, but the over-kissed smile lingered.

Irritated a great deal, he followed her upstairs and watched as she washed her face, brushed her teeth, and changed into her worn, comfortable-looking clothing. Still invisible, he didn’t follow behind her when she went back downstairs. Rather he focused his mind and appeared alongside her at the bottom. Heading to the parlor, she turned on Margaret’s television and took a seat on the sofa directly across. When kissing her date goodnight, he suddenly had the arms of an octopus. She picked up the remote and proceeded to flip through channels, feeling wired from fending off her date’s sweet but unwanted attentions. Watching her, Jason shook his head. “Oh no, sweetheart, I haven’t waited the entire night for you to lose yourself to this contrivance.” With that he projected his spirit energy into the wires that fed the machine electricity. The screen instantly filled with snow.

Lanie frowned at the snowy screen and flipped through channel after channel looking for better reception. “Oh, come on!” she told the television. After another run-through, she gave up and turned it off. “Damn it. All I wanted to do was unwind before bed.” She ran an exasperated hand over her face. There was a lot to do the following day and she knew it would take hours for her to fall asleep. A thought came to her. Most over-the-counter sleep aides were antihistamine-based. Having seasonal allergies, that was something she had readily available. That would certainly make her sleepy. No, I don’t like how my head feels in the morning. Instead she headed to the kitchen for a cup of chamomile tea.

Jason watched her go, feeling the slightest remorse for haunting her television. He reasoned he didn’t like that noisy box that for all appearances put Margaret into a daily trance. He followed her into the kitchen where he noticed her lips again. His remorse evaporated. Sharing passionate kisses with a man you just met! Annoyed, Jason swept his hand across the counter and knocked the spoon to the floor with a clatter.

Lanie jumped at the sound. Frowning, she reached under the chair where a spoon had inexplicably fallen then looked around for anything that might have knocked it on the floor, hoping she didn’t have large mice or, God forbid, rats. Setting it in the sink, she said, “I think I have ghosts.”

Here’s the Story

5-Stars

“Every once in a while you read a book that is so well written and the story so real that when you finished reading it, you almost want to cry because the story is over. This book is one of those. It seamlessly combines it all, history, romance, mystery and sensuality. Without a doubt, this was one of the BEST books I’ve ever read.” ~ Reader

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2.
The Hot Summer Romance Giveaway Hop sponsored by the Insatiable Reads Book Tour is happening now with two grand prizes  –  a Kindle Fire and a $50 Amazon.com gift certificate! There are 180 authors participating so you have 180 chances to win something! I’m offering reader’s choice of any of my 6 novels. Find the other participants here.

~Be sure to leave a comment with your email to win~
 
3.

I’m taking part in Day 1 of the 10-Day Writing Challenge. Today’s task: introduce my latest project with an elevator pitch (mini pitch) My pitch comes from my soon to be released Enchanted Skye.

Enchanted Skye

Selkie Alexander MacCodrum belongs to a venerable race of shape-shifting sea creatures. After coming upon Jenna MacLeod crying beside a tidal pool on the Isle of Skye, he swims near and finds her scattering her grandmother’s ashes on the water. Jenna has unknowingly added seven tears into the salt of the sea and revived an ancient charm that catches Alex unawares. He’ll need to convince Jenna to love him or he’ll pine for that love until he ends his life just to stop the longing. Unfortunately, they get off to a very bad start when Alex meets Jenna in his human form later that day. Everyone who knows Alex’s secret tries to help bring the two together. But the situation is made worse when Jenna learns her dangerous ex-boyfriend Carl is coming to Skye and she must leave. Carl has made it perfectly clear — if he can’t have her, no one can.

4. and follow my links, I’m busy today!


I have a Leonardo da Vinci post up on author Toni Sweeney’s blog today

http://www.tonivsweeney.com/tvsweeney@tonivsweeney.com/Blog/Entries/2013/7/18_Loving_Leonardo_and_After.html
I’m in on the Christmas in July hop too!

http://calliopeswritingtablet.blogspot.com/
and I’m doing the My Sexy Saturday! http://calliopesotherwritingtablet.blogspot.com/


۞>>>>۞<<<<۞
Join us today at

Romance Books ’4′ Us


for guest author Cara Adam’s post.

http://romancebooks4us.blogspot.com

And over on the RB4U website http://romancebooks4us.com

try your hand at our fun July Contest happening now.

LOTS of prizes, including a $100 gift card!

There’s still time to find those sparkly trees!

Something new: Follow my blog with Bloglovin

There are 1, 2… 3 things to do here today!

There are 1, 2… 3 things to do here today!




1. 


It’s time for the Sweet Saturday Samples mini hop. #SweetSat Follow this link to the other participating authors. http://sweetsatsample.wordpress.com/

My excerpt today comes from my scorching romance — Dreamscape.

Written in homage to Agatha Christie, Dreamscape is a haunting, a murder, a thriller, a mystery, and a love story that transcends time. Above all, this sensual tale is a reader’s Easter egg hunt in the truest sense. Not everything is as it appears. Peppered throughout are little clues suggesting a story running behind the scenes. Finding them isn’t necessary to the telling of the tale, just one of the fun twists I like to insert into my writing. Can you find them all before the story ends? But more importantly, can a ghost find love among the living?

Setting the Stage:

Lanie returns from a blind date. She has no idea the ghost of Jason Bowen has been waiting impatiently for her return.

She dabbed perfume behind her ears, on the inside of her wrists and at the spot above her heart. Although the fragrance was faint, he was surprised he could smell the familiar floral scent on her as she passed. That sense had been dead as long as he. Holding this piece of clothing or that before her, she appraised her reflection in the mirror with each. After four considerations, the dress she settled on was black and short—too short. He found himself frowning.

The frown persisted as the mantle clock stuck ten o’clock and deepened when it struck eleven. By eleven-thirty-two, he was in a fine pique.

Hearing Lanie’s automobile roll onto the gravel drive, he invisibly materialized downstairs to meet her at the door with his arms folded across his chest in irritation. Leaning against the wall, looking her over from head to toe as she came in talking on her telephone, he thought her lips were a little chafed, a little too swollen. She’d kissed the man she’d just met that night, no doubt more than once. The thought annoyed him more than the late hour.

“No really, I had a nice time with Jim.” She laughed. “Yes, nosy, I let him kiss me. Lexie, I know, but please no more dates until I finish the clinic. Please? I have too much to do to get sidetracked.” She laughed again. “I don’t know, maybe I will see him again. He kissed fine! Of course you can set us up again when I get things done here. I don’t know how long it’s going to be—I have the clinic to open! Yes, I know you do. No, when I’m done you’ll be the first to know. I promise. Love you, too.” She hung up the phone shaking her head. “Sheesh,” she said in exasperation, but the over-kissed smile lingered.

Irritated a great deal, he followed her upstairs and watched as she washed her face, brushed her teeth, and changed into her worn, comfortable-looking clothing. Still invisible, he didn’t follow behind her when she went back downstairs. Rather he focused his mind and appeared alongside her at the bottom. Heading to the parlor, she turned on Margaret’s television and took a seat on the sofa directly across. When kissing her date goodnight, he suddenly had the arms of an octopus. She picked up the remote and proceeded to flip through channels, feeling wired from fending off her date’s sweet but unwanted attentions. Watching her, Jason shook his head. “Oh no, sweetheart, I haven’t waited the entire night for you to lose yourself to this contrivance.” With that he projected his spirit energy into the wires that fed the machine electricity. The screen instantly filled with snow.

Lanie frowned at the snowy screen and flipped through channel after channel looking for better reception. “Oh, come on!” she told the television. After another run-through, she gave up and turned it off. “Damn it. All I wanted to do was unwind before bed.” She ran an exasperated hand over her face. There was a lot to do the following day and she knew it would take hours for her to fall asleep. A thought came to her. Most over-the-counter sleep aides were antihistamine-based. Having seasonal allergies, that was something she had readily available. That would certainly make her sleepy. No, I don’t like how my head feels in the morning. Instead she headed to the kitchen for a cup of chamomile tea.

Jason watched her go, feeling the slightest remorse for haunting her television. He reasoned he didn’t like that noisy box that for all appearances put Margaret into a daily trance. He followed her into the kitchen where he noticed her lips again. His remorse evaporated. Sharing passionate kisses with a man you just met! Annoyed, Jason swept his hand across the counter and knocked the spoon to the floor with a clatter.

Lanie jumped at the sound. Frowning, she reached under the chair where a spoon had inexplicably fallen then looked around for anything that might have knocked it on the floor, hoping she didn’t have large mice or, God forbid, rats. Setting it in the sink, she said, “I think I have ghosts.”

Here’s the Story

5-Stars

“Every once in a while you read a book that is so well written and the story so real that when you finished reading it, you almost want to cry because the story is over. This book is one of those. It seamlessly combines it all, history, romance, mystery and sensuality. Without a doubt, this was one of the BEST books I’ve ever read.” ~ Reader

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2.
The Hot Summer Romance Giveaway Hop sponsored by the Insatiable Reads Book Tour is happening now with two grand prizes  –  a Kindle Fire and a $50 Amazon.com gift certificate! There are 180 authors participating so you have 180 chances to win something! I’m offering reader’s choice of any of my 6 novels. Find the other participants here.

~Be sure to leave a comment with your email to win~
 
3. and follow me!
I have a Leonardo da Vinci post up on author Toni Sweeney’s blog today

http://www.tonivsweeney.com/tvsweeney@tonivsweeney.com/Blog/Entries/2013/7/18_Loving_Leonardo_and_After.html
I’m in on the Christmas in July hop too!

http://calliopeswritingtablet.blogspot.com/
and I’m doing the My Sexy Saturday! http://calliopesotherwritingtablet.blogspot.com/


۞>>>>۞<<<<۞
Join us today at

Romance Books ’4′ Us


for guest author Cara Adam’s post.

http://romancebooks4us.blogspot.com

And over on the RB4U website http://romancebooks4us.com

try your hand at our fun July Contest happening now.

LOTS of prizes, including a $100 gift card!

There’s still time to find those sparkly trees!

Something new: Follow my blog with Bloglovin

Day 2 Hot Summer Romance Giveaway Hop!

It’s time for the Hot Summer Romance Giveaway Hop sponsored by the Insatiable Reads Book Tour. There are two grand prizes for this hop –  a Kindle Fire and a $50 Amazon.com gift certificate! There are 180 authors participating so you have 180 chances to win something! I’m offering reader’s choice of any of my 6 novels. Find the other participants here.

~Be sure to leave a comment with your email to win~


You’ll LOVE Reading Rose!

To introduce my work, I’d like to share snippets from each of my novels. All four tales told in six books are uniquely different. You’ll find the book trailers to explain the stories in the tabs above. All of my links can be found in the tabs too. I invite you to stop by my blogs  to see what else I’m up to.  I have several — there’s ALWAYS something going on!

The Witchy Wolf and the Wendigo (Book 1 Ashkerwhetasu)

Setting the Stage: Ash, an immortal Native American shaman, has recently entered the modern world. Here, quite unexpectedly, he ends up kissing Livie in the restaurant parking lot after a dinner date. Never exposed to beer before, Ash is a little tipsy.

His lovely dark eyes sought hers and the passionate yearning reflected there made her feel dizzy with want. He spoke in his language again and she shook her head, not understanding. He smiled, picked up her hand and kissed her palm. Closing her fingers around the kiss as though it were a tangible thing, he told her, “You make me burn for you Livie, but this is not the place to love you as you deserve.”

Not knowing how to respond, she took a breath and let it out slowly. If not for the fact she barely knew him, she’d ask him to come home and finish what he’d started, inebriated or not.

The Witchy Wolf and the Wendigo (Book 2 Eluwilussit)

Setting the Stage: Cora asks Ash to show John’s family what he looked like when Livi hit him with her car. The Redleaf’s are stunned to see this venerated shaman of lore shape-shift.

A small brown snake slithered to the top of the pile of clothes. Winston took a step backward in a dog’s natural wariness of snakes. Suddenly the snake became a fat field mouse, then the mouse shifted into a small rabbit. Ears reducing, the rabbit became a skunk then quick as a wink it became a coyote. The coyote’s snout and legs lengthened and the wolf with the unusual markings took its place. He sat and gave them a very wolfish grin.

Loving Leonardo

Setting the Stage: Nicolas and Ellie invite Luca to discuss Leonardo da Vinci, and realize they have more than one interest in common.

I believe we were all aware of a sexual tension growing in the intellectual-rich loam. There were little things at play now: the way Ellie moistened her lips and looked at us with eyes that lingered from one to the other. The way Luca’s irises had darkened from snow shadow to

moon shadow as he looked upon her. The way I’d catch myself with a reminder to breathe as my eye was drawn to these small distinctions. Like da Vinci’s sfumato, our mutual attraction hung in the air, and I was struck by the notion that the smoky quality depicted in his art was desire. Desire like this. 

Loving Leonardo – The Quest

Setting the Stage: Nicolas and Ellie invite Luca decide to follow the clues in Leonardo da Vinci’s book. Heading to Paris, they pass the Strait of Gibraltar and fall into a substantial North Atlantic storm. Seasick and miserable, Nicolas ponders his growing unease as his companions enjoy the storm.

In my opinion, Prospero himself would have found this passing too much, but they stood at the rail outlined by the pending wrath of Neptune and thoroughly enjoyed the wild wind and roiling waves. Conversely, I clung to my cushion and damp washcloth. Although the balcony possessed a high lattice to keep guests from tumbling into the drink, I felt an honest fear that had nothing whatsoever to do with the storm. I hadn’t voiced it to either of them, but I felt an increasing sense of unease, an unaccountable prickling at the nape of my neck as if something terrible was about to happen. I’d had several nightmares since Ellie’s abduction and Luca’s encounter with the fanatical Bruno. There were disturbing phantoms that jarred me awake and left me unsettled.

Dreamscape

Setting the Stage: In her waking world, Lanie knows Jason Bowen as the Victorian era ghost who haunts her house. At this point in the story, she’s entered her dream world, a world where Jason is very much alive and well in his time. In one world she loves a ghost and feels the hopelessness of that fact, in the other she loves a man doomed to die.

His eyes searched hers. He needed her to know. “I will love you through time. I will love you in your dreams and in the waking world. No matter what happens, no matter when.” His lips found hers, and kissed her sweetly.

Hermes Online

Setting the Stage: Vivienne receives an email from an enigmatic man known only as S. Together they embark upon the world of anonymous Internet communication.

They were only words, weren’t they? If so then why could I see it, why could I feel this so acutely? I clicked send and waited.

“You’ve got mail” burst forth from the speakers. I discovered I had been conditioned to have an autonomic response to seeing the envelope and hearing the computerized words. Like Pavlov’s dog, I began to salivate.

Rose A

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I have a Leonardo da Vinci post up on author Toni Sweeney’s blog today

http://www.tonivsweeney.com/tvsweeney@tonivsweeney.com/Blog/Entries/2013/7/18_Loving_Leonardo_and_After.html
I’m in on the Christmas in July hop too!

http://calliopeswritingtablet.blogspot.com/


۞>>>>۞<<<<۞
Join us today at Romance Books ’4′ Us

for author Molly Daniels/Kenzie Michaels’ blog day. http://romancebooks4us.blogspot.com

And over on the RB4U website…

http://romancebooks4us.com

Try your hand at our fun July Contest. LOTS of prizes, including a $100 gift card!

Find those sparkly trees!

Something new: Follow my blog with Bloglovin

 

Hot Summer Romance Giveaway Hop!

It’s time for the Hot Summer Romance Giveaway Hop sponsored by the Insatiable Reads Book Tour. There are two grand prizes for this hop –  a Kindle Fire and a $50 Amazon.com gift certificate! There are 180 authors participating so you have 180 chances to win something! I’m offering reader’s choice of any of my 6 novels. Find the other participants here.

~Be sure to leave a comment with your email to win~


You’ll LOVE Reading Rose!

To introduce my work, I’d like to share snippets from each of my novels. All four tales told in six books are uniquely different. You’ll find the book trailers to explain the stories in the tabs above. All of my links can be found in the tabs too. I invite you to stop by my blogs  to see what else I’m up to.  I have several, there’s ALWAYS something going on!

The Witchy Wolf and the Wendigo (Book 1 Ashkerwhetasu)

Setting the Stage: Ash, an immortal Native American shaman, has recently entered the modern world. Here, quite unexpectedly, he ends up kissing Livie in the restaurant parking lot after a dinner date. Never exposed to beer before, Ash is a little tipsy.

His lovely dark eyes sought hers and the passionate yearning reflected there made her feel dizzy with want. He spoke in his language again and she shook her head, not understanding. He smiled, picked up her hand and kissed her palm. Closing her fingers around the kiss as though it were a tangible thing, he told her, “You make me burn for you Livie, but this is not the place to love you as you deserve.”

Not knowing how to respond, she took a breath and let it out slowly. If not for the fact she barely knew him, she’d ask him to come home and finish what he’d started, inebriated or not.

The Witchy Wolf and the Wendigo (Book 2 Eluwilussit)

Setting the Stage: Cora asks Ash to show John’s family what he looked like when Livi hit him with her car. The Redleaf’s are stunned to see this venerated shaman of lore shape-shift.

A small brown snake slithered to the top of the pile of clothes. Winston took a step backward in a dog’s natural wariness of snakes. Suddenly the snake became a fat field mouse, then the mouse shifted into a small rabbit. Ears reducing, the rabbit became a skunk then quick as a wink it became a coyote. The coyote’s snout and legs lengthened and the wolf with the unusual markings took its place. He sat and gave them a very wolfish grin.

Loving Leonardo

Setting the Stage: Nicolas and Ellie invite Luca to discuss Leonardo da Vinci, and realize they have more than one interest in common.

I believe we were all aware of a sexual tension growing in the intellectual-rich loam. There were little things at play now: the way Ellie moistened her lips and looked at us with eyes that lingered from one to the other. The way Luca’s irises had darkened from snow shadow to

moon shadow as he looked upon her. The way I’d catch myself with a reminder to breathe as my eye was drawn to these small distinctions. Like da Vinci’s sfumato, our mutual attraction hung in the air, and I was struck by the notion that the smoky quality depicted in his art was desire. Desire like this. 

Loving Leonardo – The Quest

Setting the Stage: Nicolas and Ellie invite Luca decide to follow the clues in Leonardo da Vinci’s book. Heading to Paris, they pass the Strait of Gibraltar and fall into a substantial North Atlantic storm. Seasick and miserable, Nicolas ponders his growing unease as his companions enjoy the storm.

In my opinion, Prospero himself would have found this passing too much, but they stood at the rail outlined by the pending wrath of Neptune and thoroughly enjoyed the wild wind and roiling waves. Conversely, I clung to my cushion and damp washcloth. Although the balcony possessed a high lattice to keep guests from tumbling into the drink, I felt an honest fear that had nothing whatsoever to do with the storm. I hadn’t voiced it to either of them, but I felt an increasing sense of unease, an unaccountable prickling at the nape of my neck as if something terrible was about to happen. I’d had several nightmares since Ellie’s abduction and Luca’s encounter with the fanatical Bruno. There were disturbing phantoms that jarred me awake and left me unsettled.

Dreamscape

Setting the Stage: In her waking world, Lanie knows Jason Bowen as the Victorian era ghost who haunts her house. At this point in the story, she’s entered her dream world, a world where Jason is very much alive and well in his time. In one world she loves a ghost and feels the hopelessness of that fact, in the other she loves a man doomed to die.

His eyes searched hers. He needed her to know. “I will love you through time. I will love you in your dreams and in the waking world. No matter what happens, no matter when.” His lips found hers, and kissed her sweetly.

Hermes Online

Setting the Stage: Vivienne receives an email from an enigmatic man known only as S. Together they embark upon the world of anonymous Internet communication.

They were only words, weren’t they? If so then why could I see it, why could I feel this so acutely? I clicked send and waited.

“You’ve got mail” burst forth from the speakers. I discovered I had been conditioned to have an autonomic response to seeing the envelope and hearing the computerized words. Like Pavlov’s dog, I began to salivate.

Rose A

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I’m in on the Christmas in July hop too!

http://calliopeswritingtablet.blogspot.com/


۞>>>>۞<<<<۞

 

Join us today at Romance Books ’4′ Us

for guest author Donna Michaels. http://romancebooks4us.blogspot.com

And over on the RB4U website…

http://romancebooks4us.com

Try your hand at our fun July Contest. LOTS of prizes, including a $100 gift card!

Find those sparkly trees!

 

Something new: Follow my blog with Bloglovin

 

Mosquito war continues…

Mosquito update: Gaaaaaaa! They’ve made an extremely unpleasant situation around here, outside and in.  

I’m still waiting on the pheromone bait for the mosquito trap. The machine gives off carbon dioxide in addition to the mating scent. Mosquitoes are drawn to that gas because that’s how they find their prey –birds and mammals exhale.  I’ve seen this trap in action though. Run it overnight and by morning you’ll have a full cup of dried mosquitoes. That’s a lot of mosquitoes that can’t go off to reproduce.  I’m looking forward to this so much, I hardly have words for it.

I found this the other day and I’m itching to try it. hehehe

I’ve already bought the yeast and have tape and brown sugar. I just need a bottle. Everything I’ve read says these work. Some of the pictures I’ve seen pictures that show these bottles with hundreds of mosquitoes inside. Better in than out I say.

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I’m in on the Hump Day Hook

http://calliopesotherwritingtablet.blogspot.com/


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Join us today at Romance Books ’4′ Us
for author Jean Hart Stewart’s blog day. She’s talking delightful facts in the English language. I love this stuff. http://romancebooks4us.blogspot.com
And over on the RB4U website http://romancebooks4us.com

try your hand at our fun July Contest happening now. LOTS of prizes, including a $100 gift card! Find those sparkly trees!

Something new: Follow my blog with Bloglovin

Sneak Peek Sunday!

It’s Sneak Peek Sunday!

This week, I’ve chosen a few lines from Hermes Online, my CataRomance Sensual Reads Reviewer’s Choice Winner for Contemporary Romance. This is an unusual story of transformation told in one perspective only. (psst…the Greek gods are implied)

 Setting the Stage: Vivienne realizes she anticipates her pen pal’s response to her emails.

I clicked send and waited.

“You’ve got mail” burst forth from the speakers, and I discovered I had been conditioned to have an autonomic response to seeing the envelope and hearing the computerized words. Like Pavlov’s dog, I began to salivate.

Dearest V,

Indeed it is sadly lacking. How is it you’ve reached inside me this way? Are you the sorceress, the witch with unseen powers to tempt me so? I think you are, for I find myself yearning in a way I thought forever lost to me.

“Hermes Online is a wickedly tantalizing tale that overloads your senses. When it comes to writing erotic romance, Rose Anderson knows how to encase her written words so we can practically see the story instead of just read about it.”

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Sweet Saturday Samples

I’m trying something new this week. I’m taking part in the Sweet Saturday Samples mini hop over on the Sweet Saturday Samples blog. #SweetSat Follow this link to the other participating authors.

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The Witchy Wolf and the Wendigo (Book 1 Askewheteasu)

Setting the Stage:

With no idea the animal she’s been treating is in fact a 3000 year old shaman with the ability to shape-shift into a wolfish-looking dog, Livie takes her healing patient home from the veterinary hospital. He’s refusing food and water there and she hopes a home environment will perk him up while they wait for his owner to see the found dog posters.  In this scene, Ash sees a TV for the first time.

The Witchy Wolf and the Wendigo Sample:

Olivia was surprised when the wolf-cross pulled the leash out of her hand. More so when he picked it up and carried in his mouth as he haltingly paced up the walkway to her house. She’d seen excited dogs hold their leashes before but she got the strangest impression this dog just didn’t want to be led. She opened the door as he waited.

“After you. Let’s find some dinner, I’ll bet you’re hungry.”

Inside the house, Ash took a deep breath, his keen sense of smell in this form touching upon every detail of the place. This was her place. He struggled for the name he’d heard the man of the People use when addressing her. Livie. This was Livie’s home. He’d never been inside one of their structures before, though he’d often take the shape of a chipmunk or crow and draw near enough to listen to them.

They’d changed much in the centuries they’d been here, these strange people. He watched them clear the land and build their villages, watched those villages change and the people with them. Their machines changed too, as did their animals. From beasts to pull their carts, to the machines that took their place, the white men seemed to always hurry. Hurry and destroy.

He’d watched them closely in the last fifty years, partly because there were so many now that lived a short distance from his cave, and partly because they’d changed as a people, and he didn’t understand why. They no longer seemed to care about anything around them. They’d sit outside their homes and cook their food without wood while their impolite children shrieked and splashed in what they referred to as a pool. They talked about things that seemed trivial to him but extremely important to them. On one level, he found them fascinating as he learned their language. His belly suddenly clenched as images of his wife’s defiled grave flashed before his eyes. On another level, he found them greedy beyond measure. Livie was not that way, nor was the small woman Jenni. They were extremely caring, even in the way they addressed one another.

Out of habit and loneliness, Olivia picked up the TV remote and turned on the television for background noise. She stood a moment surfing through the channels. The news was too much to handle sometimes and reality TV too mean-spirited to enjoy. Settling upon a channel that played benign black-and-white TV series, she turned to her four-legged guest. “Go on. Go see what that nose can sniff out while I figure out what to feed you.”

Ash hadn’t notice she’d left the room. He stared at the noisy box in disbelief. People — many people — were inside the small box talking. Odder still, he heard the laughter of others and looked around, expecting to see them. He narrowed his eyes at the box. What is this thing? Suddenly, the people were colorful and louder. Too loud for his sensitive wolf ears. He took several steps back, watching as a boy dripped food on his chest. Then a woman, his mother presumably, took his clothing, and poured thick blue liquid on it. A moment later, the clothes were new.

Just as suddenly, a young woman held one of those voice boxes to her ear. It was nearly identical to the voice box Livie talked into earlier. Phone, she called it. Again the scene changed. Women wearing grass skirts danced to loud fast music and an enormous canoe moved swiftly over white-capped water. Ash looked down, expecting the floor to be wet, but it wasn’t. A man’s voice said, “Hawaii Five Oh, tonight at eight.”

Once more, the color was gone from the loud box and gray people reappeared. He watched them talk while invisible people laughed again. Then Ash couldn’t believe what his eyes were seeing. It was a white horse. While there were no such animals here until the white men brought them to this land, in the last hundred years he’d become familiar with the large gentle beasts. But this was no ordinary horse. This horse was speaking like a man. The gray man having a conversation with it was not surprised at all!

“Come here, puppy. You need some water.” Olivia called from the kitchen.

Though his mind filled with questions on the subject of this talking horse, Ash limped on three legs toward Livie’s voice. He found her filling a bowl with water which flowed indoors from a shiny pipe.

Setting the bowl on the floor, she coaxed, “Come on, baby. You have to drink it yourself or I’ll have to take you back. Come on ….” Olivia cupped a handful of water and slowly trickled it into the bowl, hoping the sound would encourage him to drink.

Here’s the Story

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OMG Mosquitoes with a capital M

Mosquitoes. OMG mosquitoes with a capital M. I haven’t seen them this bad in several years. The summer was going great. Just last week I was out walking the dogs and thinking what a splendid summer — mild days, prefect cool nights you could actually sit out and enjoy. All that rain we had, yet very few mosquitoes for the month of June.  Then two days ago they emerged and all of my county is one giant OFF commercial. Remember the one where the crazy guy puts his bare arm in the container full of mosquitoes to show before and after  examples of just how well the bug spray works. Well makers of OFF, I dare you to come test your product in my yard.

In addition to transmitting the West Nile virus, the mosquito can also give you encephalitis and the microscopic roundworm that causes filariasis, that debilitating tropical disease that affects 40 million or so people every year. Then there’s malaria and yellow fever. Let’s not forget dengue fever and heartworms in animals too. Mosquitoes are considered the most deadly creature on the planet by those who treat pest-borne diseases. They’re part of the extraordinary network of nature’s checks and balances.

That said, I loathe mosquitoes. Being an allergic person to begin with, their bites take a very long time to heal on me. I’ll carry welts from summer into fall. I even have scars from bites.  Oh sure, I know they’re part of a healthy web of life. But we don’t have a healthy web of life. Too many parts are broken, too many opportunities for things that would normally be checked by factors like mosquito-eating birds, are now free to run rampant because the habitat etc for those birds are gone. I’m fortunate to live with plenty of mosquito-eating birds. But I think they’re so stuffed right now they can’t even fly to eat more!

Picture this, it’s 92º and I’m walking my dogs wearing a shawl. Not for keeping me warm obviously, I wear it so I can flap my arms up and down like a madwoman to keep the mosquitoes off my face. Everything is slowing down for my old puppy. At 13, she just needs a longer walk to see to business. It’s an absolute nightmare. They’re biting her belly, they’re covering her eyes and ears, they’re even biting under her tail! On top of that misery, it’s an ordeal just to get the dogs back in the house because they have to be debugged at the door. Then the door has to be debugged. Then the dogs have to be debugged again. The I have to be debugged. Then the house has to be debugged! I can’t tell you how many bites are on my backside right now because for some reason, my behind is the point of attack when I’m writing. I just swatted one before that last sentences was written.  Grrr…

I can see how heard animals will run to their deaths to get away from the swarms. And that sound. That high-pitched zeeeeeeeeee that you hear by your ear but you can’t see the damn thing to swat it. It’s driving me nuts! My dogs go out a minimum of five times a day. Like I said, it’s a nightmare.

Last year at a local flea market, I found a mosquito trap. These gadgets are different from Bug Zappers that only kill night-feeding insects like moths and June bugs. The machines give off carbon dioxide, the gas land-living creatures like humans exhale. Mosquitoes are drawn to that gas. That’s how they find us. We breathe. This nifty thing runs all night with carbon dioxide and a dab of mosquito pheromone luring mosquitoes to their death. I’ve seen them in action. I can’t tell you how satisfying it is to see a full cup of dried mosquitoes come morning. You can fit a lot of mosquitoes into a cup! My husband assembled it yesterday. Now we have to find the bait. I bought it second hand. If it works, I’ll take a picture of the results. Boy, it’s going to be a long unpleasant summer.

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Now or Never

 I’m determined to finish Enchanted Skye this month.  I began this story two and a half years ago this August. Because I am a linear writer who walks into a story and keeps walking until it tells me it’s done, stepping off path on this one has made for a frustrating writing experience. 

I’ve written four books since. There’s no reason it should be giving me trouble. It has an interesting and plausible storyline based on real history. It also has a great cast of characters, if I do say so myself. The darn thing only needs about 20,000 words or so to call itself done. 

It’s just that every time I sit down and make progress, life throws either a distraction in the form of another story idea that insists it gets written RIGHT NOW, or it’ll throw a grenade that blows a crater in the road — a crater that I have to navigate around to get back on that linear path.  I’m determined to finish, but I’d better put my helmet on.

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