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Celia arrived in the quaint little town by the sea just as the sun was rising over the ocean. The golden morning light gilded the summery beach cottages and condominiums along Ocean Boulevard. She’d driven all night, too cheap–no, frugal–to waste money on a flea-ridden motel--To read more from the pen of Traci E Hall, click here:
Beach reading: The golden morning light gilded the summery beach cottages
I like to think of myself as a modern man. A confused one. One left to his own devices, because of one thing: the silence of God. When Isaac, my father, lay on his deathbed, waiting for me, or rather, for his favorite son to come in, he suspected, somehow, that he was about to be fooled. And yet, God kept silent. Now, all these years later, I wonder about it--To read more, click here:
Enjoy Father's Day together: read A Favorite Son
My second thought was not exactly a thought. Rather, it was a jolt of alarm. I could see, quite plainly, that his handwriting had changed. It was with a shaky, trembling hand that my dad wrote,"Lenny my son, I wish I could go on keeping this from you, but at this point I can no longer do it. I’m in pain, severe pain, and it’s been wrecking me for the past three months--"
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Enjoy Father's Day together: read The Music of Us
Suzette gurgled so Charity took that as her approval and began reading, “My Darling Child of my Heart, if you know nothing else, know I love you, and wanted you from the moment I knew of your existence. I know you will grow up knowing love. Your father loves you, and he will see that you have enough love to make up for my not being with you as you become who you are meant to be. I would give anything to be with you, but sometimes God’s plans do not match our own. I have no doubt you will grow to be the most beautiful and amazing person ever. I want nothing but the best for you. Never doubt that you were and are loved. I am leaving you in in the care of my two best friends. Your father and Charity will see you never lack for anything, of that I am certain. When you see the sun, know it is only me keeping watch over you, but don’t despair on the days there are clouds. The sun never leaves. It is only tucked out of sight for a short span in time.”Excerpt from Concealed in My Heart by Regina Puckett, which is included in A Touch of Passion. To read more click here:
Beach reading: The sun never leaves
Walking straight towards his bed, which, Sara notices for the first time, is not empty. Someone’s hidden under the covers. For one guilty moment Sara, the memory of her crush still in her mind, hopes that when Mark pulls the covers up, it’ll be Sara under there, Sara that he’s dreaming about…To read more from James DiBenedetto's pen, click here:
Beach reading: Sara looks around, wondering whose dream this is
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Barbara wrote: "My name is Barbara Schlichting and live in Minnesota. I've been writing for many years and have my first book published. I have two grown boys, the same husband of 44 years, five grandchildren and ..."Welcome Barbara, great to see you here, and oh, how intriguing! That's a great premise for a story, one that I have not heard.
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And as it spreads its feathers I think I see out there, behind the flutter, a curvaceous outline of a nude. I ache to touch her flesh. It is glowing with warm, reddish hues of terra-cotta. Her breasts are tipped with gold--To read more click here:
Her breasts are tipped with gold
“Really,” says Bathsheba. “I thought I spotted you standing by your window, with your sword aimed at me.”To which I explain, “I could not see a thing through the glass. It became cloudy, or something. At this time of day, even though it is only the beginning of summer, it’s much too steamy in the office.”
She rolls her eyes. “I’ve had it with men--”
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At this time of your, it's much too steamy in the office
She scribbled something for him inside his paper napkin and, taking a quick peek, he found her name, her phone number and a little doodle of a heart. Both Leonard and Lana got up to leave at the same time: halfway through dessert--To read more click here:
Summertime... And the livin’ was easy
Double, double misfortune, trouble Burning coal and blackening rubble
Let the blood in my caldron boil
Feed the flames... Oh, such a toil!
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Once I find my way back, my confusion will dissipate, somehow. I will sit down in front of my instrument, raise my hand, and let it hover, touching-not-touching the black and white keys. In turn they will start their dance, rising and sinking under my fingers. Music will come back, as it always does, flowing through my flesh, making my skin tingle. It will reverberate not only through my body but also through the air, glancing off every surface, making walls vanish, allowing my mind to soar--To read more, click here:
What inspired The Music of Us
Once I find my way back, my confusion will dissipate, somehow. I will sit down in front of my instrument, raise my hand, and let it hover, touching-not-touching the black and white keys. In turn they will start their dance, rising and sinking under my fingers. Music will come back, as it always does, flowing through my flesh, making my skin tingle. It will reverberate not only through my body but also through the air, glancing off every surface, making walls vanish, allowing my mind to soar--To read more, click here:
What inspired The Music of Us
Get to know Traci E Hall, author of Ambrosia by the Sea:First…can you tell me your story of the “road to publication”? What’s your journey been like?
My journey in publication has been all over the map. I’ve been traditionally published, self-published, I’ve won awards, I’ve hit the USA Today list, and I’ve been cursed and closed down a few small presses. I write contemporary romance, short contemporary romance, young adult, new adult, non-fiction, historical romance and paranormal. I like to tell stories, in whatever format I can. I love happily ever after, so that is fairly consistent. I feel like I am constantly running to catch up with what is going on in publishing, even though I’m part of many different writing groups to stay on top of things. Ha. The second something is shared on the internet, it’s already old news. But I’ve been writing my whole life, for better or worse, and I can’t stop now.
Are you still working with publishers or are you completely indie now? How do you maintain both in a hybrid career?
I am still technically employed by a small press, but sales for the last book came nowhere near what I do on my own. I have an indie goal in mind – 12 contemporary romances in 2 years. I am 4 books in. By the end of book 12, I should have a good idea of whether or not it’s time to retire the laptop. Not that I will – I’ll just try another way. For the record, I believe that hybrid authors have a larger chance at success because they have another agency promoting their name and work.
Writing/editing tips
Read your work aloud. It’s amazing the mistakes we can pick up just by listening. Before sending that manuscript in as done, I always print out a copy so that I can ‘see’ it another way. We miss words because our brains fill in the small stuff, thinking it should be there. Yes, our minds have auto-correct.
Undeterred, Mrs. Horowitz shook her head, which in turn shook her bird-nest style hairdo. “Years earlier,” she said, “before he asked me to marry him, everyone was so, so very impressed with his talent. They predicted such a bright future for him. Where are all of them now?”“But Mama,” said the girl, “what does the bright future he had in the past have to do with the present?”
“It has everything to do with here and now. You,” said Mrs. Horowitz, turning upon me, “yes, I’m talking to you! What’s your idea of the future? What are you planning to make of yourself, young man?”
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What are you planning to make of yourself, young man?
By and by, a perfect calm comes upon me. I have no thought in my head, no clue that this is to be the last sunrise, the last morning that I spend with my mother; no premonition that our time together is running out, and that I should kiss her, and hug her, and bid her farewell--To read more, and listen to the beautiful narration by David Kudler, click here:
The last morning I spend with my mother
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And she told me to stay put, to wait for her, ‘cause she had something crucial, something real big to tell me, like, about the future. I reckon she saw some clue of what was coming—but didn’t quite grasp it, not in full, anyway, ‘cause the next thing you know, ma went out, came back a second later, picked the empty beer bottles, and took them with her. Along the way she gave me a peck, smack in the middle of my forehead, which surprised me-- To read more, and listen to the beautiful narration, click here:
I reckon she saw some clue of what was coming
It ripples all around him, wave after wave. I can tell that it’s starting to sooth him. It’s so full of joy, of delight, even if to him, it’s coming across somewhat muffled. Like a dream in a dream, it’s floating inside, into his soft, tender ear--To read more click here:
The nature of motherhood
