Kendal Waller's Blog, page 3
March 4, 2014
NEW FAN PAGE ON FB
Hey friends!
In celebration of the upcoming release of my third romance novel I have started a Fan page on facebook. Would seriously love it if you would take the opportunity to go check it out and "like" it.
Was thrilled that the fabulous Kristen Ashley sent me a message with a proverbial pat on the back and encouraging words to keep working. Thrilled to have someone of that caliper take that time.
Hope that one day I'll have a fan and I can encourage them some way....
Later!
In celebration of the upcoming release of my third romance novel I have started a Fan page on facebook. Would seriously love it if you would take the opportunity to go check it out and "like" it.
Was thrilled that the fabulous Kristen Ashley sent me a message with a proverbial pat on the back and encouraging words to keep working. Thrilled to have someone of that caliper take that time.
Hope that one day I'll have a fan and I can encourage them some way....
Later!
February 26, 2014
Procrastinating but not really.
Should be writing since I seem to be on a roll lately, however had to update website, and send a few emails thus not getting done what I really should be . . . book 3. Hope that I will be sending it to my editor this weekend. Love it so far. Learning to be a better writer with each attempt. God Bless any of you who have read any of my work so far. Please stick with me, promise I have great in me, just trying to work out the kinks.
Anyhow, check out my website... www.kendalwaller.com have a few changes and updates on the blog page "That's what she said..."
Send me a "Hi" if you go so I can know who is visiting and would welcome any ideas for improvements.
Anyhow, check out my website... www.kendalwaller.com have a few changes and updates on the blog page "That's what she said..."
Send me a "Hi" if you go so I can know who is visiting and would welcome any ideas for improvements.
January 25, 2014
Just a little tease from what I'm writing now...
He must have heard me coming up the stairs because he didn‘t seem surprised. The beer was to his lips, his eyes on me. Finally, he lowered his drink and spoke. “Comin’ or going Mackenzie?”
“Um . . . Going.”
“What ‘cha got there?” he nodded to the duffle in my hand.
“Some stuff for Timber. He asked me to come get it for him. I didn’t expect you’d be here.”
He smirked and checked me out, top to toe. “Bet not.”
“Well, um . . . I should go.”
“Don’t rush off on my account. Where is the big man anyway?”
“I’m not sure, a jobsite somewhere.”
He nodded, taking another pull from his beer. As he lowered it back to the counter he asked, “Wanna beer?”
“No, I should go.”
“You don’t have to worry about me, Mack. Stay. Have a beer. Tell me what the hell happened to your face.”
Oh shit, I forgot about my face. “I hurt myself trying to fix some of the round pen fencing.”
He laughed out loud and wiped a hand across his face. “That’s totally fuckin lame. Tell me the truth, Jesse.”
I laughed back, I couldn’t help it. “That is the fuckin truth you moron.”
“Whew, listen to you and your dirty mouth. You put that mouth on my brother?”
“Stop, Sawyer.”
He laughed again and he looked incredible doing it. He was very big, at least six and a half feet. Dark with long, dark, straight hair, strong bone structure and deeply set dark eyes that seemed to see right through me. His broad chest and powerful arms were on display in the old worn out Triumph tee shirt. He gave off a menacing air but I didn’t feel in jeopardy. Actually with all that was going on I was even more intrigued with him than I normally would be; probably.
“Why were you such a jerk to me the other night?” I changed my stance to try to appear more confident.
“What the hell?”
“Don’t act like you don’t know. You didn’t even speak, acted like you didn’t know me, or you were mad I was here.”
“The Farmer’s daughter? Are you kidding, I’d know you anywhere Jesse Mackenzie. Though you look a shit load better than you did when we were kids.” His eyes slid down my body again and that did make me extremely uncomfortable.
“Okay, well on that note, I’m going to go.”
“I make you uneasy?”
“Yes.”
He moved around the counter so he was standing directly in front of me. “What are you doing with my brother?”
“What do you mean?”
“Is he your boyfriend?”
“No, I mean, I . . . I’m not sure, we haven’t talked about it or gotten that far.”
“You sleeping with him?”
“That’s none of your business.”
He smirked and took another step toward me, “That’s a no.”
I swallowed and had to look up at him, he was so close. “No. That’s not your business.”
He reached out like he was going to touch my face and I quickly stepped back. He grinned, “What Jesse?”
“Don’t Sawyer.”
“You wanted to leave, you’d be gone already.”
“I’m leaving now.”
“Okay.”
“Bye, Sawyer.” I turned to leave when he grabbed my arm to stop me.
“Don’t be afraid of me, Jesse. I’m not what he’ll tell you I am.”
My mouth went instantly dry and my arm stung where he held onto it, I was dumbfounded and frozen where I stood.
“I don’t know what you know. I don’t know what you’ve heard or what he’s told you but keep that in mind. You want to know me, you find me.” He was still holding my arm as he spoke to me.
“Why does it matter what I think, Sawyer?” I absolutely did not like the sensation I was getting from the hold he had on me, how close he was standing and how all of that was affecting my heart rate.
He searched my face for a moment and then with a smirk he used to try to shadow the seriousness of the last minute, he quirked his eyebrows and said, “Always thought I’d be the one that would have a shot with the Farmer’s daughter.”
I yanked my arm from his hold and started toward the door, “He hasn’t told me anything about you Sawyer, but you just let me know without any doubt that you’re a jerk.”
“Um . . . Going.”
“What ‘cha got there?” he nodded to the duffle in my hand.
“Some stuff for Timber. He asked me to come get it for him. I didn’t expect you’d be here.”
He smirked and checked me out, top to toe. “Bet not.”
“Well, um . . . I should go.”
“Don’t rush off on my account. Where is the big man anyway?”
“I’m not sure, a jobsite somewhere.”
He nodded, taking another pull from his beer. As he lowered it back to the counter he asked, “Wanna beer?”
“No, I should go.”
“You don’t have to worry about me, Mack. Stay. Have a beer. Tell me what the hell happened to your face.”
Oh shit, I forgot about my face. “I hurt myself trying to fix some of the round pen fencing.”
He laughed out loud and wiped a hand across his face. “That’s totally fuckin lame. Tell me the truth, Jesse.”
I laughed back, I couldn’t help it. “That is the fuckin truth you moron.”
“Whew, listen to you and your dirty mouth. You put that mouth on my brother?”
“Stop, Sawyer.”
He laughed again and he looked incredible doing it. He was very big, at least six and a half feet. Dark with long, dark, straight hair, strong bone structure and deeply set dark eyes that seemed to see right through me. His broad chest and powerful arms were on display in the old worn out Triumph tee shirt. He gave off a menacing air but I didn’t feel in jeopardy. Actually with all that was going on I was even more intrigued with him than I normally would be; probably.
“Why were you such a jerk to me the other night?” I changed my stance to try to appear more confident.
“What the hell?”
“Don’t act like you don’t know. You didn’t even speak, acted like you didn’t know me, or you were mad I was here.”
“The Farmer’s daughter? Are you kidding, I’d know you anywhere Jesse Mackenzie. Though you look a shit load better than you did when we were kids.” His eyes slid down my body again and that did make me extremely uncomfortable.
“Okay, well on that note, I’m going to go.”
“I make you uneasy?”
“Yes.”
He moved around the counter so he was standing directly in front of me. “What are you doing with my brother?”
“What do you mean?”
“Is he your boyfriend?”
“No, I mean, I . . . I’m not sure, we haven’t talked about it or gotten that far.”
“You sleeping with him?”
“That’s none of your business.”
He smirked and took another step toward me, “That’s a no.”
I swallowed and had to look up at him, he was so close. “No. That’s not your business.”
He reached out like he was going to touch my face and I quickly stepped back. He grinned, “What Jesse?”
“Don’t Sawyer.”
“You wanted to leave, you’d be gone already.”
“I’m leaving now.”
“Okay.”
“Bye, Sawyer.” I turned to leave when he grabbed my arm to stop me.
“Don’t be afraid of me, Jesse. I’m not what he’ll tell you I am.”
My mouth went instantly dry and my arm stung where he held onto it, I was dumbfounded and frozen where I stood.
“I don’t know what you know. I don’t know what you’ve heard or what he’s told you but keep that in mind. You want to know me, you find me.” He was still holding my arm as he spoke to me.
“Why does it matter what I think, Sawyer?” I absolutely did not like the sensation I was getting from the hold he had on me, how close he was standing and how all of that was affecting my heart rate.
He searched my face for a moment and then with a smirk he used to try to shadow the seriousness of the last minute, he quirked his eyebrows and said, “Always thought I’d be the one that would have a shot with the Farmer’s daughter.”
I yanked my arm from his hold and started toward the door, “He hasn’t told me anything about you Sawyer, but you just let me know without any doubt that you’re a jerk.”
January 15, 2014
Being held accountable...
Well for some insane reason I stepped on my scale yesterday. It was not good but I realize it was okay because I can fix it.
During the past year - actually a year ago January 19th my mother was diagnosed with Inflammatory Breast Cancer. This was almost 2 full years after my father passed away from Prostate Cancer and I moved back to the farm to help her.
Stunningly enough it was my learning to care for the farm alone - and being lonely that inspired my first novel and thus my writing inspiration caught fire.
Meanwhile while helping mom and learning about the farm I believe I may have buried my fears in whatever food landed in front of my face or crossed in front of me while keeping my own family going.
Yesterday my mother had a check up with her oncologist who told her to consider herself cancer free and go enjoy her life.
A lesson for us all. Time for me to get a hold of myself. Pay attention to my own health and get myself back. I'm to embarrassed to tell you what I weigh but I will admit I've given in and bought a size 16 jeans. NOT OKAY. Admitting this to anyone who may read this will help to keep me accountable - to get off this couch and live my life doing things to shed this weight, even if that means walking and exploring the woods with my kids. This will be a year for me. I'm ready. I'm going to re-arrange my schedule and not be willing to sit and write or read all day.
Mom fought her fight without complaint and a year later she's been given the word to go enjoy her life. My turn.
Thanks for paying attention.
During the past year - actually a year ago January 19th my mother was diagnosed with Inflammatory Breast Cancer. This was almost 2 full years after my father passed away from Prostate Cancer and I moved back to the farm to help her.
Stunningly enough it was my learning to care for the farm alone - and being lonely that inspired my first novel and thus my writing inspiration caught fire.
Meanwhile while helping mom and learning about the farm I believe I may have buried my fears in whatever food landed in front of my face or crossed in front of me while keeping my own family going.
Yesterday my mother had a check up with her oncologist who told her to consider herself cancer free and go enjoy her life.
A lesson for us all. Time for me to get a hold of myself. Pay attention to my own health and get myself back. I'm to embarrassed to tell you what I weigh but I will admit I've given in and bought a size 16 jeans. NOT OKAY. Admitting this to anyone who may read this will help to keep me accountable - to get off this couch and live my life doing things to shed this weight, even if that means walking and exploring the woods with my kids. This will be a year for me. I'm ready. I'm going to re-arrange my schedule and not be willing to sit and write or read all day.
Mom fought her fight without complaint and a year later she's been given the word to go enjoy her life. My turn.
Thanks for paying attention.
January 13, 2014
Really???
Wow... you learn something new everyday.
Swear, I just found out J.D. Robb IS Nora Roberts. Seriously one and the same. Now who else has a pseudonym that I'm unaware of???? I think I'm afraid to know.
Swear, I just found out J.D. Robb IS Nora Roberts. Seriously one and the same. Now who else has a pseudonym that I'm unaware of???? I think I'm afraid to know.
January 9, 2014
I'm Writing . . . .
As much as I want to drift through these pages to catch up on what's happening, I must write. I am working on a book that is consuming me, my notebook is filling with whats to come since my mind spins out of control thinking and my book hasn't caught up yet. Another completely different story which means another stand alone and new characters to meet and hopefully love and hate.
Still I must have my morning coffee and get the family out the door so I few moments to check emails and goodreads. . . my list of what I want to read is growing.
Hope all of you are staying warm - its been seriously cold here on the farm. Ready for flip flop season.
Take it easy. . . Later!
Still I must have my morning coffee and get the family out the door so I few moments to check emails and goodreads. . . my list of what I want to read is growing.
Hope all of you are staying warm - its been seriously cold here on the farm. Ready for flip flop season.
Take it easy. . . Later!
January 1, 2014
Check it out it's free
Both books available on Amazon.com are free today . . . if you haven't yet, take a look. If you decide to read - would appreciate your feedback.
Happy New Year!
Happy New Year!
November 17, 2013
Trip and Fall
My new book Trip and Fall is available on Amazon.com. Working to get it on here as well as ibooks, kobo, and several others. Hope you will check it out.
November 5, 2013
IT'S HERE!
ITS HERE, IT'S HERE, IT'S FINALLY HERE THE STORY OF GRAHAM REESE - THE NEXT IN THE SERIES OF COLORADO MTN. MEN WHO I FIRST READ ABOUT IN THE BURG SERIES . . . YEP THAT'S RIGHT I FRACKING LOVE, LOVE KRISTEN ASHLEY AND SHE HAD FINALLY FED THIS BEAST!
FEED THE BEAST, FEED THE BEAST! YAY! YAY! YAY!
I will be devouring this book in slow motion because it's gonna be one of those I don't want to end.
I love you KA, thank you for today!
It's okay, I've only had one cup of coffee so far, it's 6:58 am. I will settle down in a minute but for now I'm waking this house with a happy dance!
FEED THE BEAST, FEED THE BEAST! YAY! YAY! YAY!
I will be devouring this book in slow motion because it's gonna be one of those I don't want to end.
I love you KA, thank you for today!
It's okay, I've only had one cup of coffee so far, it's 6:58 am. I will settle down in a minute but for now I'm waking this house with a happy dance!
October 28, 2013
YAY!
October has turned out to be a great month for me. Moving On had a very successful free promotional day on Saturday the 26th but above that it has actually sold more copies this month than many previous months. Hoping this is a sign of good things to come and perhaps I will get some reviews out of these purchases too.
If you are among the buyers . . . thank you.
My next book is in the final stages of edits and I am getting very anxious about announcing its release.
Thanks for following.
Later.
If you are among the buyers . . . thank you.
My next book is in the final stages of edits and I am getting very anxious about announcing its release.
Thanks for following.
Later.
