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In a matter of seconds my entire world changed

In a matter of seconds my entire world changed, and it was then that I stopped living and simply began the struggle to exist. There was blood on my knees, my elbows and hands, but for now, thankfully, I felt little pain. It must have failed to register in my brain, even as I saw the torn clothes, the wounds.First, I tried to head back down to help those who were trapped. The cave was lit—just for a second—by a burst, as a few boxes of ammunition rattled nearby. I saw that the explosion had taken the roadway with it and caused the rest of the pit to collapse.That was when I knew that I had to fight for my own survival. Half-crawling, half-clawing my way up, I was nearly choked by smoke. At last I reached the opening, where boxes of incendiary bombs, which had been jolted by the blast, were blazing. Once there, a soldier gave me a hand, pulled me up to my feet.“You look as if you were thrown against a wall,” he said. “Wait here, a rescue team is just around the corner, they’ll put you on a stretcher.”“No, no,” I said, sensing that to him I must sound incoherent. I coughed, which cleared my throat, and went on to say, “Let’s go down together, people are dying there, in the mine—”“No! Others will, but we can’t,” he said. “I’m told we should go inside only with rubber boots.”“These boots aren’t rubber,” I pointed at mine, “but they’re real sturdy, with these metal studs in their soles. They’ll do just fine—”“No,” he said, sternly now. “A single spark from them could cause the whole site to go up in flames all over again.” I obeyed him and stumbled, somehow, into walking away, no—not walking—running, that’s what it was, running, despite the growing soreness of my limbs. With every step, the swirl of dust and particles around me was lifting, ever so gradually. Then, just as the meadow came hazily into view I heard a tremendous roar down there, behind me. A mushroom cloud rose over the village of Hanbury high into the sky. And with a guttural sound, mounds of earth were lifted up, then hurled back down into the ground.Meanwhile, from the meadow came the sound of bleating, followed by gunshots. A bullet grazed my ear.“Hey,” I screamed, into the mist. “Stop it! What on earth are you doing? You nearly killed me!”“Didn’t mean to,” said an RAF regiment, now coming into sight, gun in hand. “I was aiming at the sheep, they’re running wild with terror!”He climbed over some mound—a dead cow—and came nearer to see if I was alright. Then he gave me a pat on the back, which started me coughing again.“What happened in the mine,” I asked. “It was so sudden! Was it a German attack?”“Who knows,” he said. “Either that, or something else.”“Such as what?”“Such as someone careless or improperly trained.”I raised an eyebrow—not that it could be noticed, with all the soot on my face—and he went on to say, “Yes, someone who tried, perhaps, to remove an exploder pocket without the right tool. It can be something as simple as that, you know, causing a spark to set off a reaction.”With that he went off, pointing his gun into the dust.Then—just over the plaintive bleating of the sheep and the chaotic blasts rocking the mine—came a different sound. I listened to it in disbelief. It was the most wonderful sound in the entire world: a hum, the low, familiar hum of my Harley.There it was, a silhouette of the beast, with Natasha astride on top of it, hair unfurling in the wind. I wanted to tell her how I admired her courage, the risk she took, riding it all by herself, without my guidance, to get here. I wanted to tell her she should have stayed away. But by now I knew that for me, she would dare take any chance, come what may.“Oh Lenny,” she said. “You look... I have no words for it.”Overcome with sudden joy I staggered towards her.“Come on,” she said. “Let’s go.”In confusion I asked, “Where to?”And Natasha said, “Anywhere, my love. Anywhere but here.”
Lenny in Dancing with Air
In this passage, Lenny describes a real event--the horrific explosion in RAF Fauld, an underground munition depot in WWII England. Having escaped death by the narrowest of margins, this is the point where he gains a new appreciation of Natasha. To him, she now becomes more than simply a love interest. From this point own, he owes his life to her.

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You ask, what to expect in our event?

You ask, what to expect in our event?
First, Storytelling and games! We will share excerpts from our books (included in Love in Times of War):Thursday, 12/15 at 12:00pm PST (3:00pm EST ) up until the Grand Finale...
And then: Grand FinaleWe will announce winners of our books:Friday, 12/16 12:00pm PST (3:00pm EST)

Can't wait! Please invite your friends, let's make a big splash of it: Celebrate Love

delightful, great writing about the process of making paper

A short and sweet review for my children's book, Now I Am Paper:


5.0 out of 5 stars Wonderful story!Byjen k. burlockon December 9, 2016 Format: Kindle Edition|Verified PurchaseThis is a delightful, great writing about the process of making paper from trees from a child's point of view.

Promise to call if anything changes

Some people needed the city.He needed the sand. The water. “A steady lay?”He chuckled. “Don’t be a brat, Darcy. I don’t tell you how to live your romantic life. Stay out of mine.”“I have one. You don’t.”“Out.” He shook his head, even though she couldn’t see. “Fine.” She paused. “Hey, Dax?”“Yeah?”“Is Dad going to get better?”It hurt to hear the question, knowing how he had to answer. “He looks great. You just caught him in a bad moment, Darcy.”  Dave Smith was dying. If not by Christmas, then the beginning of the year, according to the professionals in the white coats.“Promise to call if anything changes.”“Cross my heart.”
Excerpt from Ambrosia by the Sea by Traci HallIncluded in A Touch of Passion



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Electric candles shined through the glum of the day

They lived fifteen miles from each other. Although Anna offered to drive the distance to make it easier on Harley, Harley was looking forward to an adventure, so they arranged to meet at an inn that was about half way for both women. The inn was quaint, off a gravel road which wound around a revolutionary war battlefield dotted with headstones. Built of gray stone, black shutters adorned the windows. Coming closer to the inn, Harley’s heart sank; they’d decorated for Christmas already and she knew it would be emotional for her. Electric candles shined through the glum of the day, pine roping secured with red velvet ribbon encircled the porch railing. The beauty of it, quintessential Philadelphia, brought tears to her eyes.“It’s after Thanksgiving. Pull it together, girlfriend,” she uttered. “You’re making memories with Jason’s possible wife.”Peeking in the rearview mirror, she was satisfied that nothing more could be done for her appearance. “I’m a sick woman. What do you expect?” Makeup tended to sit on the surface of her skin like paint, so she applied only lip-gloss and eyeliner, just a small amount of eyebrow pencil. The pallor of her skin was like a death mask. Pulling her collar up as far as it would go and her stocking cap, knitted by Tina, down to her painted on eyebrows, she decided it was as good as it got.
Excerpt from Perfect for Him by Suzanne Jenkins
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Doing the happy dance! Dancing with Air

Doing the happy dance! The audiobook edition of my novel, Dancing with air, has just been released!

Share with me the marvel of listening to my gifted narrator, Don Warrick, gives voice to a young, adventurous marine, to his beautiful girlfriend, to her overbearing Mama, and to a host of other characters, painting the contrasts that heighten the drama in this novel. Don's talent is more than living in the skin of each character--it is getting to the core of each character, to the innermost fears and aspirations.

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"The imagery in this book is incredible and outstanding... Anyone who has been involved in a passionate romance will be able to feel the power of the romance between these two lovers."  -  USN Chief, Ret..VT Town , Top 500 Reviewer

Howling, he broke the surface from underneath the water

Sliding open the door, Murphy slipped outside onto the deck from the master suite, and made his way quickly down the long wooden staircase.Reaching the lower level, he strolled along the wooden planks of the pier. Grinning, he slipped off his shorts. Taking in a deep breath, he dove from the end of the pier. Howling, he broke the surface from underneath the water. “Damn – that water’s cold!”Kate grinned, skimming the water. “Good morning.” With long smooth strokes, she swam over to greet him.Meeting her half-way, Murphy gathered her into his arms. Taking her completely unawares, he gave her a long blistering kiss. “What a fantastic way of waking up in the morning,” he finally said.“It is a little cold, though.”“Bracing,” he answered, as his eyes met hers.
She smiled.
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Resting on the multitude of pillows

Between the affection, hugs and womanly discourses, Anne flourished. Not one to push herself forward, it took longer for her relax at school, but eventually a young girl living on the nearest farm approached her with friendship and they became inseparable. 
Later, they sent Christmas e-mails, but their differing lifestyles interfered, and they eventually lost touch. For a second, Anne wondered if Denise was still in Walsh Creek, or if she and her husband Marty, Clint’s one-time best friend, had moved on.
Once under the covers, snuggled between her silken sheets, and resting on the multitude of pillows she loved to pile around her; Anne let the reminiscences of the best, and worst, night of her life flood into her mind. It had been years since she’d allowed this indulgence. These remembrances always left her in tears, and wrought with pain that took weeks to shake. Therefore, she’d weaned herself off them by pure force of will. Not to mention the sleeping pills, when the persistent memories had refused to be blocked.

Excerpt from Love Me Tender by Mimi Barbour
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A lovely chat with Aaron

I'm honored to be interviewed on Aaron Paul Lazar's illustrious blog, Murder by 4, where we had a lovely chat about my new romance box set, Love in Times of War. Please check out my Interview:

Interview with Uvi Poznansky

Her ultimate dream was about to come true

"Are you cold?"His question made her aware that she'd been totally oblivious to the chilly breeze that had picked up. This was the time of year when the days were still hot and sultry with leftover summer temperatures, but the evenings cooled quickly with the early sunset."It's not too bad," she said, but was terribly happy when he pulled her closer, wrapping his other arm around her protectively."Is this better?" he murmured huskily."Mmmm," she said. "Much."The only thing that could make this fantasy perfect, she mused, was to feel his lips on hers.Just as if he'd heard her speak the words aloud, Derrick slowly... methodically... inched forward. And Anna knew without a doubt that her ultimate dream was about to come true.
Excerpt from Derrick by Donna FasanoIncluded in A Touch of Passion

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