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Happy Valentines' Day!

{This scene takes place after the ending of FEARLESS and before the beginning of BREATHLESS, in February of Tasmyn's junior year.}

The Florida sun warmed my face as the wind whipped my hair back.  We had the top down on the Mustang as Michael drove the country roads that led us toward Sawood, Michael's family nursery where we both had part-time jobs.

"So. . ." Michael almost had to shout to be heard above the wind.  "Tomorrow is Valentines' Day."

I narrowly avoided rolling my eyes. "Yup."

"What do you want to do?"

I closed my eyes.  "Ignore the whole day and just get through it?"

I felt Michael's sigh before I heard it. "Tas, it's a day for lovers.  It's a celebration of being in love. . like we are.  Let's do something fun."

I didn't answer, and he turned down the gravel road that led back to the nursery and to his own house. We parked as we usually did in the driveway near the Sawyers' beautiful cabin.  Michael pulled up the parking brake, turned off the car and shifted to look at me.

"C'mon," he cajoled.  "What's wrong with Valentines' Day?"

I made a face and didn't meet his eyes. "Oh, where to begin?"  I began counting off my fingers. "It's a holiday invented by the card companies to make single people feel awful about themselves.  I've dreaded every single Valentines' Day since middle school. Do you know how it feels to be the only girl in the class who doesn't get roses delivered to her in the middle of class? Who doesn't get asked to the dance? It was horrible."

Michael draped an arm over my shoulder.  "But this year will be different.  You have me.  I have you."

I refused to give in. "Yeah, that's great for us.  But what about all the other girls who have to get through tomorrow without any love?"

He tilted his head considering, absently twining his fingers with mine. "Would it make you feel better if I had flowers delivered to all of our single friends tomorrow?  Would it relieve your guilty conscience?"

I shook my head.  "No.  That's nice, but it's not the same.  It wouldn't make them feel any better." I dropped my head to his shoulder and nuzzled his neck.  "But I love you for making the offer."

Michael tightened his grip on my hand. "Okay.  So where does that leave us?" This is my first Valentines' Day with a girlfriend–with the girl I'm going to love forever. I want it to be perfect.

We sat in the quiet of the woods as I considered.  A few birds twittered at each other from the tree tops, and I heard something rustling in the bushes near the deck.

"You know what?" I said finally.  "The truth is that every day we've been together has been Valentines' Day for me–I mean, in the best way. So whatever you want to do tomorrow is fine with me.  I promise I'll behave and I might even make you a card. Okay?"

He pulled me closer and covered my mouth with his own.  When I wasn't sure where his thoughts ended and my own began, he leaned his forehead against mine and murmured, "I promise that every day, for the rest of our lives, I will make up for all your lousy Valentines' Days. I love you, Tasmyn."

A Word From Nell

It was always my mother.

She is my earliest memory.  I can still see her dark eyes laughing down at me, smell the sweet undefinable scent that surrounded her. When she held me close, her hair fell like a drape, and only the two of us existed.

I knew she was important, special. Wherever we went in King, everyone deferred to my mother, spoke to her hushed respectful tones.  They sensed the power just as I did, but they were not part of her as I was. They were outsiders, even the ones from the Old Families.

She made a game of that, of teaching me to suss out who came from which family. We walked down the sidewalk, and as we passed people, she murmured softly, only for my ears.

"Magician."

"Contortionist."

"Shifter."

Our home was my playground and my school room. It was the oldest house in town, built by old Gravis for my ancestor Sarah.  There were secret closets, hidden passages and cryptic words carved into the stone of the fireplace.

I was four the first time she took me to the clearing.  We parked near the lake at full darkness and trudged down a gravel path. When we reached the boulder, she led me into the woods.  I wasn't frightened, and she was proud of that.

The others were already there, gathered in a circle, dressed in long dark robes. I wasn't permitted within, but I perched on a log just outside.  After the chanting ended, my mother spoke for several moments in a language I couldn't understand.  And then she turned slightly and beckoned to me.  I stepped forward hesitantly and took her hand.

"Focus on the center, Nell," she whispered. "Bring the fire.  Make it burn. Concentrate."

I screwed up my eyes and tried to obey. At first, there was only silence, the sounds of the woods.  She tightened her grip on my hand, and suddenly power surged through me. My eyes flew open and I stared at the rock pile in the center of the ring.

A bright flame danced merrily among the stones.  She released my hand and smiled down into my eyes.

"It's a beginning."

 

Tangibility!

I'm not even really certain that this is a real word, but if it's not, it should be. Because that is the only way to describe seeing your book in actual bound print for the first time. It feels so much more real. . .tangible. . .

In case you haven't guessed, the proof copy of FEARLESS arrived today.  There was a good deal of girly squealing and jumping around courtesy of my youngest daughter and me. And right now I'm sitting here writing a post I didn't plan to write today (I had something totally different in mind), because it IS a day that needs celebrating.

My joy in this day doesn't lessen the happiness I felt when my book was epublished by Amazon. I think the point is that each milestone is another step in the journey; I realize more and more that each rewrite, edit, query and rejection only serves to make the celebration days that much sweeter.

As soon as I have a date for the book's print availability, I'll share it here.  Meanwhile, you can help me by posting reviews on Amazon, subscribing to my page's updates via email (that's the link below the Facebook button, over on the sidebar), liking my Facebook page and following me on Twitter (see the button on the sidebar!). This is REALLY important, and it helps get my book's name and reputation out there.

And join me in celebrating!  Yipppeeee!!

 

How Michael Saw It

With tweezers poised above the glass sample dish, Marly slowly lowered the new pollen onto the already-harvested grains. She held her breath and tapped down ever so slightly–

The door to the greenhouse swung open and slammed shut behind her son. Marly gritted her teeth and suppressed a sigh.

"Hey, Mom."  Wandering among the tables covered with tiny seedlings, Michael absently fingered a leaf.

"Hi, sweetie."  Marly slipped off the glasses she wore only for precision work.  "How was school?"

"Ahh–what? Oh, yeah, it was good." He leaned gingerly against one of the less-populated tables, stuck his hands into the front pockets of his faded jeans and faced his mother. "Yeah, it was. . .good."

Marly studied her son.  He needed a haircut, she noted absently, but it was the expression in his eyes that caught her attention. She had gotten a vibe that something was wrong, but now, looking at him. . .she realized that he wasn't brooding or mad. Instead, his eyes were bright with banked excitement.

"Okay, spill."

His mouth tilted into a familiar half-grin, Michael raised his eyebrows and feigned ignorance. Marly shook her head and fixed him with a steady gaze. "Not gonna fly with me, bud.  Something good happened, and you're going to tell me. Now."

He never could hide anything from her.  A grin broke across his face.  "Mom, I met her."

If she had any doubt about his meaning, the joy in his voice erased it.  "Her?  You met. . .a girl?"

"Not a girl, Mom.  Her."

Marly caught her breath.  "Are you sure?"

"It was just like Dad said.  And Poppy. I saw her standing outside a classroom. . .just in the walkway.  Nell was going after her about something–you know how Nell is.  And I–"

"Nell?" Uneasiness shot through Marly.  "What was Nell doing?"

Michael shrugged impatiently. "What does Nell always do?  She was getting in her face about their chemistry class, how Tasmyn shouldn't be in it–I don't know.  I just broke it up, and Nell walked away mad.  And then Tasmyn–"

"Tasmyn."  Marly tested it.  "Pretty name.  Different."

"Not just pretty. Gorgeous. I mean, Mom–absolutely drop dead beautiful. I can't wait for you and Dad to meet her."

"Whoa there, buddy. You're moving kind of fast on this. You meet her today and you already want to introduce us to her?"

Michael ran a hand through his hair, a gesture of impatience Marly knew well.  His dad did the same thing.

"I'm telling you, Mom.  It's her.  It is.  Today I met the girl I'm going to love for the rest of my life."

 

Random Musings of an Upwardly Mobile Indie Writer

Going the indie route means that much of time, I'm forging my own path, which can mean using a figurative scythe to clear the way.  I'm blessed with friends who always seem to be able to shine the light on the next step just in time, but sometimes, it can get a little hairy.

For instance, one of my chief jobs right now is to promote myself and my book.  Back in the good old days of traditional publishing, a new author would have a whole department of experienced folks at the publishing house to guide her along the way. Today I'm walking a fine line between continually telling people how fabulous my book is without making them sick of hearing about it.

Little things happen that keep me going.  I'll get an email from a friend, a Facebook message from a high school classmate, a voice mail from a homeschooling pal, all telling me that they're reading my book.  I don't even ask if they like it; right now, it's enough to know that they're reading.

There's part of me that wants to say, "I know, YA. . .I know, love story. . .I know, paranormal. . " as though I'm trying to excuse all those elements of my book.  But guess what?  That IS my book.  That's what I wrote, and that's the story that I wanted to tell. I'm not ashamed of it.  It's not the great American novel, but I am a strong believer in variety.  We all need some chocolate with our health food, and I'm proud to provide my readers with some sweet chocolate goodness!

So if you're reading FEARLESS, or if you read it, remember that your feedback and your comments keep me going.  Leave them here, on my Facebook page, or on Twitter .  Ask questions.  I'd love to hear from you.

 

Do The Next Thing

I am way overdue on grocery shopping.  If you're main food buyer in your family, you'll understand this:  I've been at different stores in the last week, but I haven't done a comprehensive, well-planned shopping; I've just been skirmish shopping, where I pick up those things we really need (milk, bread) and some stuff for dinner.

So I woke up this morning and realized I had nothing definitive planned for dinner and no car access for the day. That's not good.  People in my family have come to expect regular meals.  I didn't even have my back up pasta and ready-made sauce, because we used it last week! Yikes.

I just did a pantry patrol.  At first, I didn't see anything promising. But as I took the time to look at everything on the shelves, I realized I had a lot of different pieces.  A box of farfalle pasta. . .diced tomatoes. . .some canned veggies. . .hmmm.  I'm not promising anything gourmet, but I think I can make dinner happen tonight.  Whew, crisis averted.

Writing is like that. I might approach the next chapter feeling as though I have nothing in the pantry that will make something appealing. But then as I look at all the pieces, it comes together.  A character surprises me.  I think of a plot option that I hadn't considered.  And somehow it all comes together.

If meal planning has helped me in my writing, so has homeschooling.  I've been doing that for over ten years, and if there's one lesson I've learned, it's that no matter how much I plan, life happens.  Sometimes, on days when we've gotten a late start, or someone is not feeling well, or the house is a mess, I might be tempted to just let everything go and ditch school.  But if I did that all the time, we'd never get anything done.  So instead, on those days when it's like swimming upstream, we just do the next thing.  We do a page of math. Read a little history. Write some spelling words.  Nothing elaborate, nothing earth-shattering. . just the next thing.

When I'm stuck on a manuscript that won't move forward, I employ the same tactic.  Do the next thing.  Write mundane stuff. Sketch in some dialogue.  Even if you're not certain that what you write is what you want to write, do it anyway; you can always improve it or edit it out later.  But do something; do the next thing.

Tour Update

I'm enjoying this cyber tour so much.  It's fun to meet new people and talk books, writing, publishing. . .I wish I could invite you all over for a book party or a reading, but if that can't happen, I'm happy we can visit together in cyber world.

Speaking of which, do stop by Reading Lark today and read my guest post.  It's always so much fun to work the the Larks. I love their reviews and their site.

I'm beginning to get into a groove here on our own site. You'll find a new post about writers surviving in the real world under Sanity Saturdays each weekend.  I'm shooting for a book review once a month, although right now, while I'm doing the final edit for BREATHLESS, that might not happen.  And I'll try to keep you updated on the progress of the King Series, with little tidbits of sneak previews for the upcoming books.

We'll also be doing some small giveaways and contests in the coming months.

Speaking of giveaways, if you haven't been to Taking Time for Mommy and entered the Kindle giveaway. . well, why not?  When you sign up for my newsletter through the tour, you not only get 25 entries for the Kindle, you also will receive a free e-copy of BREATHLESS.  Good deal all around!

Be sure to stop by my author page on Facebook and share some FEARLESS love.  I want to hear your thoughts and feedback!

 

BREATHLESS With Excitement

Okay, I know. . bad pun.  But really, I am!

How can I not be excited? I'm on day two of my extraordinary cyber tour (if you haven't checked it out, do it here). . .I'm making so many new friends. . .my latest interview went live yesterday (see it here ). . and today I saw a sneak preview of the cover for BREATHLESS, which will be available at the end of February.  Love it!

I'm excited to hear your thoughts about FEARLESS, so if you're a new reader, please do leave a comment here or on my author page.  I love these characters and this story, and it's a huge pleasure to share them with all of you.

 

Stop Piracy, Not Liberty

Good morning, folks. . and an especial hello and welcome to all the wonderful people stopping by on my book tour for FEARLESS, which kicks off. . well, right now!

I hope that you'll hit all the stops on the tour and participate completely.  Today, though, I have to stand in support of all the sites that are black in protest of the proposed bills, SOPA and PIPA.

While the intentions of this bill are admirable, the consequences would be grave for everyone.  None of us like piracy.  We understand that Congress is attempting to protect us.  However, SOPA and PIPA would not end piracy; it would seriously cripple legit businesses and discourage job creation and growth.  Seriously, people. . we're just maybe beginning to see the glimmers of hope in the midst of this economic midnight.  Do we need to intentionally do something that we know is going to extinguish those glimmers?

Some of the biggest sites and businesses on the internet are dark today in protest of the proposed legislation.  And AOL, eBay, LinkedIn, Facebook, Twitter and Yahoo! have all written a letter to Congress informing our lawmakers of their grave concerns.

If you want to know more about SOPA and PIPA (and you should), and if you want to sign the protest petition (and you should), go here.

I'll happily see you back here for the rest of the tour.  I'll catch you on Twitter and chat with you on Facebook. But for today, I'm standing down.

Welcome to the Tour!

My very first promotional tour for FEARLESS kicks off tomorrow.  I am so excited, and I hope you all are, too.

Since my book is exclusively at amazon.com and under the KDP Select program, we're giving away a Kindle on this tour. Yes, a Kindle!

AND if you sign up for my newsletter at the tour site, you'll receive a FREE copy of BREATHLESS, the second book in the King Series. (There's a sneak preview here on the site. . .just to give you a taste of what you'll be getting!)

So. . .what are you waiting for? GO over to Taking Time For Mommy and sign up! Enter!

See you on the tour!