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Guest author Trevann Rogers is a Recovering Crochet Addict #crochet #hobbies #paranormalromance #MFRWorg

Recovering Crocheting Addict



The addiction to crocheting started when I was in college.  My advisor started a craft co-op with several students from the English department.  We met weekly to discuss literature, courses,  and to crochet. From that point forward, the intense love of the craft followed me through college and didn't stop when I earned that degree.



My specialty was shawls.  All shapes, colors, and designs.  Years later I learned that some of the other students knew me simply as "The Shawl".  I'm not really sure how I feel about that, but nothing I can do about it now.



I wore them for every occasion and had one to match any outfit I happened to wear.  I gave them as presents.  I sold them.
  

Then suddenly it was over.  I had minor surgery and one of the side effects was extreme nausea whenever I tried to do needlework (or anything that required close scrutiny.



I've never used this in a book, but now that you have reminded me, I wonder which of my characters would enjoy this hobby…



AFTER MIDNIGHT is the prequel to the urban fantasy romance HOUSE OF THE RISING SON. 

Jewell is pregnant, but guess what? It’s supposed to be impossible for an incubus to impregnate a vampire. While she tries to figure out how to break the unbelievable news to her two lovers, a horror from Jewell’s past slithers into her present, forcing choices no one should have to make. 
Will it be love or death? Happiness or safety? She has until dawn to decide...and it's already After Midnight. 
The choice between staying in on a Saturday night to clean and going to see Cheyenne at his first real gig hadn’t been a complicated decision. He was a world-class rocker who could play the guitar like a fiend and had a voice that made you feel…everything. Or made you horny. And fuck if she didn’t love him. Damn incubus. 


She reached across him and caressed Jewell’s side. Jewell’s eyes opened and she stared expressionless at the ceiling, hyper-alert to danger. It always took a few moments after resurrecting for her to remember where she was and who was with her, but since moving into their new home it seemed to take even longer.


Ria sighed. She’d do anything if it would help Jewell feel safe enough to die each dawn and awaken peacefully. “All is well, Babydoll. It’s just me. Time to rise and twinkle with the stars.”


“Already?” Jewell scrunched her eyes and blinked as if trying to focus them. 
 
Cheyenne lay his head on the soft swell of Jewell’s belly. “Didn’t we just go to bed?”


Ria kissed his back and licked a slow trail down his spine. “Hours ago. Did we tucker out the poor little sex demon?” 
 
“Not hardly, dead girl.” 
 
She grabbed a fistful of his hair and turned him to face her. “That’s undead girl, thank you.” She bit his lower lip and let it drag between her teeth. “Show us what you’ve got left.”
 
Find AFTER MIDNIGHT at: Amazon

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Readers: what is your favorite hobby?

Witches, Demons, Vampires--and handbags! with Cara Marsi #MFRWorg #Rssos #Brichandbags #fashion

Handbag and Book with
Cara Marsi Hello, everyone. Thank you, Vicki, for having me today.
 

I’m here to talk about one of my favorite bags and one of my favorite books.



This bag is wonderful for travel. It’s from an Italian company called Bric. I have another Bric bag, a messenger bag that exactly matches this set, which I got about six years ago from the online discount retailer, Gilt Groupe. I love that bag. When Gilt had more Bric bags for sale earlier this year, they notified me. I bought this tote and matching cross-body bag. What’s great about this set for traveling is that the cross-body bag snaps into the tote. On a recent trip to France, I used the tote with the smaller bag inside as my purse on the plane. The tote holds a lot. When we were sightseeing on our trip, I used the cross-body bag.
 

The material is nylon with leather trim. You just wipe it clean. If Gilt Groupe notifies me they have more Bric bags for sale, I won’t be able to resist.
 

Since this is October, the month of witches, demons, vampires, and other things that go bump in the night, I’d like to present my dark shifter story, Cursed Mates, on sale for 99 cents everywhere until November 1. That’s a savings of $2.00.

"What if you were honor bound to kill the man you love?" Nick Radford is a reluctant werewolf who’s been fighting the Beast within for nearly 500 years. He’s never killed a human, but the Beast is gaining strength and Nick may not be able to ward off his inner demon much longer. Kyla Yaeger is an elite were-hunter with a scarred past. Her life’s mission is to slay the werewolves that slaughtered her parents. Her quest has brought her to Maine, where she’s been summoned to destroy the werewolf terrorizing the quaint little village of Heavensent. The last thing she needs is to get distracted by her mysterious—not to mention hunky—new neighbor, Nick Radford. By the time Kyla learns Nick is her target, she’s already fallen for him, making her task of killing him that much harder. She is torn between her love for him and her duty to kill her sworn enemy. Nick fights his forbidden love for Kyla, knowing she is duty-bound to kill him. Kyla and Nick must join forces to fight an even bigger threat—one that will destroy all humanity. Only by their combined powers, can they destroy the evil and bring an end to a centuries old curse.
 
There was nothing angelic about Heavensent, Maine. Kyla Yaeger felt evil all around her, watching, waiting. A hell of a lot more was going on here than one werewolf. Her stiletto heels clicked on the sidewalk as she hurried up the street, but she couldn’t outpace the feeling of malice. She had to block it out. Nothing could distract her from her mission. As an elite were-hunter, she had a contract to fulfill—slaughter the werewolf haunting this strange little town. 
 
Anticipation of the next hunt pulsed through her. She hungered for it as an addict craved the
next hit. Maybe someday she’d find the peace she longed for, but that couldn’t happen until she avenged her parents’ murders.
 
The fresh smell of pine from the surrounding woods wafted by on the slight breeze. The aroma brought the memory of that hunt in the Adirondacks. Determination flowed over her like ice through her veins. If she met the black wolf again, this time she wouldn’t miss.
 
Quickening her steps, Kyla reached the homey-looking restaurant, a welcome touch of normalcy in this place tainted by wickedness. She hoped she could get a table for her and Todd while he parked the car. As she grabbed for the door handle, someone on the other side pulled the door open. Losing her balance, she wobbled in the entrance as a hand cupped her elbow, steadying her. An electric charge shot up her arm. 
 
“Sorry.” The deep voice was definitely male, with a trace of a British accent, and so close to her ear she could feel his warm breath. She inhaled his scent of spice, familiar yet exotic.
 
The timbre of his tone ignited a spark of recognition in her. She was eye level with a very masculine chest covered by a black T-shirt that stretched over hard muscles and defined biceps. Slowly raising her gaze she met deep topaz eyes—eyes shadowed with sadness that spoke of pain and unbearable loss. Thick black hair framed the rugged beauty of his face. The large jagged scar on his neck saved him from being too perfect. She didn’t know him, yet she felt as if she did.


How odd.


He stood holding the door, not moving. The awareness in his eyes gradually changed to shock, then fear. Rooted to the spot, Kyla couldn’t look away.


A roaring noise filled her head and pain stabbed her temples, signaling a vision. The man, the restaurant, the street wavered. Disjointed scenes flickered before her. 


A tall man, his face hidden in shadows, his long black hair blowing in a rush of wind, stood before an empty grave. She felt his crushing grief as if it were her own.
 
She blinked and the vision left her. And so had the mysterious stranger. The restaurant door closed slowly, leaving her alone on the sidewalk. She looked both ways down the street, but the man seemed to have disappeared. 
 
“Hey, I thought you were going to get us a table. I found a parking spot a few blocks away.” Todd, her best friend and business partner, sauntered toward her. He frowned. “What’s wrong? You look like you’ve seen a ghost, or maybe a werewolf.”


“I don’t know what I saw.” A shiver ran through her. 
 
Find Cursed Mates at: Amazon

For information about all my books, and excerpts, please visit me at: Cara Marsi


Thanks, Cara, for sharing about Bric. I'm on my way to check out the handbags. How about you, readers? Do you have a go-to brand?

Going Crazy for Halloween with Kimbra Kasch #pumpkins #Halloweendecorating #Rssos #MFRWorg

Halloween fun and book

with Kim Kasch I love books…reading them and writing them. I guess I always have. As a young child I read everything I could get my hands on, which just started out as my mother’s collection of the Wizard of Oz books. I loved the so much that I read them over and over. Maybe that’s why I love Halloween so much. ;D



I go a little crazy decorating for the one BIG night. Sometimes it’s with pumpkins…
Sometimes it’s with costumes but this year I decided to go back to my roots: The Wizard of Oz and Elphaba. So, you might be wondering what my craft would be that goes back to The Wizard of Oz…



I started out with some tights: green and black striped and I stuffed them with old t-shirts. Then I slipped the into some red shoes I have and put them out on the porch with a little witches hat to top off the project. But that wasn’t good enough. Elphaba didn’t have a block of bricks fall on her, now did she? No. It was a house that fell on her.










So, I needed a Tiny Home…No. Not those ones you see on HGTV. I’m talking about a real tiny home. So, I went to work…with my hubby’s help of course. And we started crafting a real tiny home. This is what we finally came up with:
I thought it was fun creating this little vignette from one of my favorite books of all tie. 
I still love to create characters and not just with pumpkins or fun masks. Now, I love to write stories about the characters I create. And my latest one is Morgaine Le Fey: And the Vikings.




Theirs was a romance that threatened two kingdoms.An attraction more powerful than any sword, stronger than any warrior and more magical than all the powers of Merlin:Everyone has heard of King Arthur and his magical sword, Excalibur, but there’s another legendary hero who received a magical sword from the Norse Goddess known as The Lady of the Lake. Meet Holger Danske and his sword “Cortana”.The Vikings, led by Holger Danske, invaded England. Yet somehow, even as enemies, Holger and King Arthur’s half-sister, Morgaine Le Fay, shared a forbidden love.

Arthur looked up, turning away from the battle before him, as if he’d suddenly awoken from a bad dream. Frantically searching the field, he knew something horrible had happened before he saw it. Somehow, he could feel it.
 


His eyes locked on one warrior. Even from this distance he could see the man was a giant among men. Broad-shouldered and thick-thighed, his legs squeezed the sides of his horse, as he galloped forward.




Staring as the brutal beast made his way across the field, Arthur was an unwilling witness to the attack. The Nordic warrior was flexed and drawn. Taking aim, he flew like an arrow straight toward his target.




“Nooo!” Arthur’s voice bellowed out of his chest, rising high into the air, as he could do nothing more than watch…




Riding fast as the wind, the horned devil swept up beside Arthur’s sister. Whisking her off her saddle, he stole her away before anyone had an opportunity to raise a sword or throw a lance against him.




Smoke billowed up from the ground. Burning arrows lit the dry grasses afire, transforming the meadow into a smoldering field of wooden shafts stabbed into the earth, as the cries of men rang up into the air. Maimed knights and injured warriors littered the field.




But there was only one sight Arthur’s eyes locked upon…




Her white steed was left standing bareback in the open field—a ghostly image amongst the fighting men. A haunting reminder of what had been taken.




Find MORGAINE LE FEY: AND THE VIKINGS at: Amazon

Find the Kim Kasch at: Website




What is your favorite Halloween decoration?


 

Garage sale find? It's totally rocking on #Handbag & #Book #accessories #fashion #handbags #newbook

Handbag & Book with
Reggi Allder I recently bought a pair of new red leather heels for the Holidays. I had no handbag to go with the shoes. As luck would have it, a neighbor had a garage sale. On a whim I stopped by.


I’d never bought a used handbag before probably wouldn’t do it again, but there was a red bag perfect for the shoes I’d just purchased. It’s a red quilted purse with a shoulder strap, made in the Coco Chanel style. It came from Holt Renfrew, an especially high-end store in Vancouver, Canada, and a truly unheard of item in a garage sale. My neighbor had only used it once. It had been in her closet for over twenty years. She was please to have someone else appreciate it.


Do you have a red handbag or a favorite garage sale find?


 
Ever wonder what happened to your high school crush?
Why is Amy Long attracted to the only man who can stop her from achieving her dream? Amy needs a fresh start. After years of living in the city she returns to Sierra Creek to run her grandmother’s organic apple farm. Does she still belong in the small town?
Cowboy Wyatt Cameron doesn’t think so. As half owner, he’s promised to sell the farm and send her packing. What can she do to change his mind? An apple a day might keep the doctor away, but can it prevent a broken heart?



Without the sun, the evening cooled. In the great room of old farmhouse, Wyatt set a fire in the stone fireplace. Amy watched the muscles of his strong back flex as he lifted a huge oak log and placed it on the burning kindling. Her body reacted with a sudden shot of heat, but it was proximity to him not the fire’s warmth that caused it.
 

“That should keep the cold out tonight.” Wyatt brushed ash from his jeans and stretched his hands out to the fire, then turned and smiled.



Even though anger toward him pulsed in her, his magnetism called to her. Damn her female response to his sex appeal. She moved toward him, stopped, moved back and gave her head a quick shake. Granny must have felt the pull of his charisma too. Was that how he got her to sign over half the farm to him?

“I obviously make you uncomfortable.”



“No. It’s not that.” She crossed her arm in a defensive motion and resisted moving further away from him. “I just thought I’d be alone,” she said not wanting to admit the truth of his statement.



The corners of his mouth turned up slightly, not exactly a smile, but at least not a frown.



“I’m trying to remember what the judge said. I couldn’t seem to focus when I was in his chambers,” she whispered.



“The will said I’m the executor of your grandmother’s estate and that I inherit half the property. I can live on the farm and use the barn for as long as I need it.”



“But I—” Unable to think how she could contradict what he said, she stopped.



“Amy, I slept in the house when your grandmother was alive. And after she was gone there didn’t seem to be a reason to move out.” He hesitated. “Tomorrow I‘ll make the old cottage in backyard livable. Tonight, if you want to be alone, I can sleep in my truck.”



The thought of him trying to rest, while tossing and turning, unable to fold his tall frame into a comfortable position in the truck’s cab, sent a genuine
smile to her lips. But she said, “I wouldn’t dream of it. Of course you can sleep in the house. Uh—tonight.”


Find Her Country Heart at: Amazon
Find Reggi Allder at: Her Country Heart Website

Trick or Treating with author Nancy Frazer #newbook #Rssos #MFRWorg #Halloween

Handbag & Book with...Nancy Fraser



The friendly neighborhood traditions of Halloween were gleaned from my own childhood when it wasn’t unusual to trek for miles for pillowcases full of candy. Nobody worried about tainted treats. We trick or treated in stores, restaurants, and even in bars. We ran gleefully through the streets from the first streetlight until we could barely see our hands in front of our faces. It was the one time our parents looked the other way about curfew and more than one classmate missed school the next day due to a tummy ache.
 



Chicago, Fall 1964
Allison Stiles is the epitome of responsibility. Guardian to her two rambunctious younger brothers, she also runs a home daycare. While she doesn't have time for a vacation, she really needs a diversion.
 
Enter Eric Thomas, her new neighbor. Tall, dark and handsome and just what she needs to get her mind off her responsibilities, even if only for a short time.
 
Moving into the house he inherited from his uncle was not part of Eric Thomas' plan. Yet, starting a new business ties up a good portion of his capital, so he forgoes the fancy downtown apartment for the quaint Rogers Park neighborhood.
 
Now if he could just get his mind off his sexy neighbor and back on the business at hand.


Allison Stiles gathered up a book by her favorite romance author in one hand and a cup of tea in the other, then crossed the padded alphabet flooring and stepped out onto the enclosed front porch of her Rogers Park home. The neighborhood was old but well kept, the people warm and inviting. The shouts of children playing in the street drew her attention for a brief moment.
 
She wrapped a thin shawl around her shoulders and settled comfortably into the double-wide porch swing, set her teacup on the nearby window ledge, and opened her book to the first page. Given the week she’d had, she welcomed this chance to unwind, to do nothing but kick back and relax.
 
“I don’t know what we’re going to do with these two. They’re headed for juvenile hall, I tell you that.”
 
Principal Garner’s harsh rebuke swirled around inside her head like the colors from a child’s kaleidoscope, forcing her to set aside the book in favor of a sip of calming, herbal tea. As much as she hated to admit it, the man was right. Benny and Phillip were a handful and quickly getting on the edge of her very last nerve.
 
“We’re sorry, Sis.” Benny’s apology filled her thoughts.
 
“We didn’t mean to do anything bad. Honest.” Phillip’s younger, softer voice tugged on her heartstrings.
 
Her brothers’ penchant for trouble and the subsequent call to the principal’s office was just the icing on the cake. She’d spent the entire week wiping runny noses and disinfecting child after child in an effort to keep this first round of seasonal flu from infecting her and everyone around her. She needed more than a cup of tea and a great read. She desperately needed a vacation. Unfortunately, her obligations didn’t allow much down time.
At the very least she needed a distraction of some sort.
 
The loud slam of a car door and a man’s muttered curse pulled her from this latest bout of self-pity and to the closest window. With the tips of her fingers, she slid the hand-made paper skeleton aside and stared out across her toy-strewn yard.
 
There in front of her, his arms filled with boxes, minus the one he’d dropped on the ground, stood the most handsome man she’d ever seen. A real-life Adonis, complete with dark, wavy hair and broad shoulders. When he turned toward the porch, she was gifted with an unencumbered view of his narrow hips and taut backside, both of which were encased in a pair of impossibly tight jeans.
 
She swallowed back the lump in her throat and licked her suddenly-dry lips. As distractions go…this one was darned-near perfect.
 
Find Bewitched at:  Amazon Find Nancy Fraser at: Website



 What is your favorite Halloween candy/treat?
 

My boy is all grown up #Rssos #teenagelifeisover #springcleaning #MFRWorg

Crafty Cleaning gal & Book




Frustrated. First because I had to clean #2 son's room because he moved out in February. There was still a lingering dirty old shoe or sock smell. Dust on everything. Clothing piled on the storage bins (I use the elfa system). Closet full of hangars. Old electronics. Old Boy's Life magazines. Old papers from school. Old trash.


I should be promoted to sainthood.


Seriously.


Because it took TEN hours to do this project. The trash went into one pile. Donations in another and in some boxes (yep, lots of clothing still had tags on them), things for him to look at and save. Once done and out of there. I washed every wall. Every piece of woodwork. The floors. Then dusted the furniture.


AND before I walked out of the room with a job well-done, I put on the new comforter set I'd bought. I just love polka dots.
Handsome couldn't believe how great the room smelled. Thank you Murphy's Oil Soap.


Fall-that's what got me into this project. Not spring cleaning, but fall. The timing was jusstt right.


And while I worked on the room, #2 son happened to show up. Did he offer to help? No-no-no. He ran off to play drums. LOLOL. I know I'll have to sit with him on the floor and and piece by piece, sort the boxes of toys and things saved over the years. And add some things like a rug. And think. And I'll paint. And remember.


Because...


My boy is all grown up.




Are you a spring cleaner or fall cleaner? What did you do with all the saved things?







Bad job. Wrong love. And murder.
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Fall Handbag Colors - what catches your eye? #accessories #fashion #Rssos #MFRWorg

Handbag & Book with
Vicki BatmanIf it's fall, then the handbag colors of maroon, flaming orange, lovely browns, orangey red show up and for me, I picked an unusual red one: I found this happy bag while on a conference spouse trip. It was on the very top shelf and the RED caught my eye, but then, red usually catches my eye. lol Aren't the handles delicious?


Now, my one drawback to this one is I can't carry my needlepoint in it like I do in my Kate Spades. Granted those bags are larger. I moved everything over except the spare pair of glasses and I don't normally carry those and a red lipstick. The bag is pretty lightweight.




What kind of handles do you prefer for your handbags?








Love is in the air when temp Hattie Cooks meets Stuart Steems, certified geeky accountant.


Find Temporarily Insane, a romantic comedy mystery, at:
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Are you a Born Storyteller? Authors N. N. Light & #newbook #Rssos #MFRWorg #spreadthelight

Handbags, Books...Whatever welcomes N. N. Light

N. N. Light is the husband-wife writing team, commonly known as Mr. N and Mrs. N. Mrs. N. has been creating stories ever since she was little. Her grandfather remembers when she was two years old, she would stand at the top of the stairs and tell him a story filled with emotion (and in a language foreign to him) with her hands on her hips. Let’s just say she was a born storyteller.They’re blissfully happy and love all things chocolate, books, music, movies, art, sports, trains, history, cooking and baking. Their mantra is to spread the Light. Mary's the Princess of the Light but her only hope is to make a pact with her enemy.Mary Miller receives a startling visitation from Gabriel, the Messenger of God. The Archangel reveals an astounding truth--Mary is the Princess of the Light and even more amazing, her destiny is to battle Lucifer's army of demons and restore the balance of good and evil on Earth. It's getting harder to fulfill her new role and keep her identity secret while juggling her personal life, and when Than, Lucifer's second in command, amps up the attacks on her, she knows she needs help. Joe Deacons is everything she's ever wanted in a man. And as providence would have it, in a moment of great need, he's the Warrior of Light--the one who can help her defeat the forces of darkness. Not so simple when they confront Lisbeth, a demon hell-bent on usurping Than and Lucifer himself.  When Lisbeth wages war and several innocent people die, Mary must form an alliance with her enemy in order to destroy her.  But will this be a grave error or the choice that saves their world? Marie furrowed her brow and softly interrupted, "André is the Walking Man?" I looked at Marie and asked, "You've heard of him?" Marie nodded. "Of course. He is a staple of the Downtown area. There are a few groups I'm affiliated with that hand out food and clothing to those in need. He never comes to these events so I leave them by the area where he sleeps." She paused, thoughtfully. "I just can't believe that it is André." Joe cleared his throat and looked at his father. "What happened to André?" Alfred sighed and after a moment said, "It really was the fault of that witch he was married to. She and her family treated him horribly. She was a gold digger and all she cared about was money and the prestige." Marie interrupted Alfred by saying, "I remember her. She was so mean to André and all she cared about was looking rich. Wealth is a gift—she just wanted it for a toy. She treated André so badly... and his mother-in-law was the worst. She would put him down all the time. In front of other people, no less." Alfred continued, "André was a good man and worked hard. He was working on a big project for the city. He worked night and day on the project and told me it was going to put Golden Lake on the map. "He absolutely adored his daughter, too. I remember that clearly. She was his everything." Alfred paused, apparently lost in his thoughts. With a sigh he said, "There was a scandal with the project, though, and André got fired. Soon after, Dara left him, took Katherine with her and André fell apart. He started drinking heavily and, without his daughter, his life fell apart." Joe looked at me and I fought to keep from throwing my hand over my mouth. There was purple fire in his eyes and I felt his anger. I already knew the story of André and I tried to smile at him. I smelled burning flesh. Joe flashed in full armor fighting demons with a golden sword. I gasped at the vision and brought my hand to my chest in shock feeling the key necklace, before I could stop the physical reaction. The necklace weighed heavily as did my heart. He would be fighting at my side soon. Marie asked, "Are you okay, dear?" Joe turned to look at his mother. He nodded and only said, "I never knew any of this." Alfred continued, "I am sorry, son, but you asked for the truth. This is what I know. André was sleeping at the office and drinking all the time. He was supposed to give a presentation to a client and was drunk. He got into a scuffle with his boss and rumor has it, André punched him." I feigned shock and said, "Oh my!" Than is to blame. I don't know how I know or what happened but I vow to the Lord that I will make Than pay, thought Joe. I choked and almost spit out my drink. I just heard Joe's thoughts! I had to set him straight and right away. I cleared my throat and said awkwardly, "Joe, I think I left something in the car." Joe looked at me with eyebrows raised. "Excuse me, we'll be right back," I said with a smile. I walked outside and knew that Joe was right behind me. When I reached the car, I whirled and said in a stern tone, "Are you trying to get yourself killed?" Joe stopped mid-step and said, "What are you talking about, Mary?" I ran into his arms and whispered, "You cannot take on Than by yourself! I heard your thoughts in there. Now, I don't know how you know that it was Than who drove André to punching his boss but please promise me that you will not get revenge."I paused to catch my breath and remembered what Gabriel told me. "Joe, in order to defeat the darkness and not become dark ourselves, we need to have a pure heart. We are filled with the Light and our motives must always be to speak the Truth and spread the Light."Joe took several deep breaths while he held me. He stroked my hair and whispered, "I'm sorry, my angel. I didn't mean to frighten you and you are right. It was just a momentary thought."I lifted my head and locked eyes with Joe. Tears filled my eyes but I was determined. I bit at my top lip and then whispered, "Promise me you won't put yourself in harm's way." Hot tears spilled down my cheeks.Joe wiped at them and said in a deep, reassuring tone, "I promise, Mary. I promise I won't be a hothead and I won't be rash." Then, he laid his forehead on mine and whispered, "Please don't cry, darling. Please."I nodded and whispered, "I would die if I lost you. Than will use you to try to get to me. You are my love, my everything." My voice cracked. "I would die if I lost you," I repeated.Joe shook my shoulders a little and looked deep into my eyes. "Listen to me, Mary, you will never lose me! Do you hear me? I am by your side now and forever."Overcome with emotion, Joe kissed me.Find Princess of the Light at: Amazon Amazon Canada    Amazon UK Find Princess of the Light at: Website   
Are you a born storyteller? If not, what is your talent?  

Autumn handbag color #Rssos #accessories #fashion #newcozy

Handbag & Book withVickiAutumn is in the air! And for many of us handbag lovers, this means change, a change to a more fallish type of bag. And sometimes, I do change for the seasons. However, today as I perused my bags, my gaze landed on Kate as in Kate Spade and this confection in bone.
I bought this lovely tote several years ago and like how it works for me. There is a large zipper pouch in the middle and one along the side in the lining. Thus, the bag is divided into two compartments. Ideal for carrying a book, kindle, or my other love--needlepoint project. The tote handles are a little bigger than what I like, but manageable. I like to loop my little initial V just for fun around one.


As for the cover, maybe it is a little bright for fall colors.




I am often asked if my heroine has some of me in her. I
celebrate all things handbag by giving my heroine from Temporarily Employed and Temporarily Insane handbags, too:






Find the ove of handbag at: Amazon e     Amazon PB  TWRP e  TWRP PB






So what is YOUR favorite color of handbag?






 

New Manuscript Woes: something's not right #Rssos #MFRWorg #amwriting #writingtips

Writing & Book

Like most writers, after one project has been edited and I'm waiting for the release, I begin a new project and in this case, it's on Temporarily Out of Luck.


Often times, writer friends will say they had to chuck the first chapter or take out so many words. In my case, I haven't had to erase anything, but rather, rearrange. For a long time I couldn't put my finger on why the last third of what I'd written didn't seem right. Then it came to me! Some parts are out of sequence. I had two choices: 


1 - Leave as is and try and fix.


or


2 - Move and hope that fixes my problem.


Yesterday, I went with "Move."


I thought I could dive in and make the writing sing from there. But the magic wasn't happening. So instead of throwing up my hands in dismay, I went with start from the beginning and revise as I went. And ultimately, I believe this will be best. I think the timing will lodge in my head and all will be clearer in the long run. And the parts I need to add will fall into place - *crossing fingers*.




If you're a writer, what causes you to toss your hands in the air?


If you're a reader, what makes you throw a book at the wall?





Lordy, how Temporarily Insane drove me crazy when I wrote it. But it's Finished!!! and now available in ebook and paperback. In fact, it's on a huge blog tour. Check on the right for a list where we're appearing.


Or find Temporarily Insane at: Amazon  TWRP