Posted by: Author | December 23, 2015
Wordless Wednesday
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Posted by: Author | December 21, 2015
Tuesday Tales- Holiday Edition
This week on Tuesday Tales we are doing holiday stories. Some will last over 2-3 days but mine is only the one day since I have Wordless Wednesday set for tomorrow. It’s only 499 words, so check it out! Be sure to check out the other tales here.
Dasher and Dancer
“Dude, hurry up. Time’s a’wastin’,” Rudy said.
Slamming the locker door, the other man tossed his used towel into the hamper. “I’m ready.”
“It’s about time, Dasher. We’re going to be late.”
“Why do you insist on calling me Dasher?”
“You’re the only guy I know who can run the fifty yard dash that fast. The name fits.” Rudy clapped him on the back. “I want you to meet that girl I told you about. She’s just your type. All doe-eyed and brown hair.”
“Then let’s get to that vixen’s party.”
“You don’t like me calling you Dasher but you always call my girlfriend Vixen.”
“Like you said, it fits.” The man referred to as Dasher led the way out of the gym and to the parking lot.
Soon, they arrived at the party. The house was decorated with enough lights to illuminate a small Middle Eastern village.
“I’d hate to be the one to pay your gal’s January power bill.” Dasher rang the doorbell.
“Yeah. I’m glad it’s her nickel and not mine.”
Once they were inside, Dasher glanced around at the crowd. Spying a gorgeous girl near the punch bowl, he turned to Rudy. “Who’s that chick over there with the brown hair rocking around the Christmas tree?”
“Oh her?”
“Yeah, her.”
“We call her Dancer since she’s always boogieing. She’s the one I wanted you to meet.”
“Then lead on.” Dasher followed Rudy across the room to the table laden with cookies, fudge and other sweets. There was one plate of vegetables arranged in the shape of a wreath with lettuce in a circle with tiny tomatoes and kale arranged as holly and another with broccoli, carrots and cauliflower shaped like a Christmas tree.
Glad to see at least one or two healthy foods since he had to keep in running shape, Dasher decided to ignore the snacks for the moment and concentrate on the girl. She really was pretty.
Rudy tapped her on the shoulder. When she turned to face them, Dasher sucked in a breath. Up close, she was absolutely stunning. And doe-eyed for sure. He held out his hand as Rudy introduced them.
When she clasped his, hers was so cool and smooth it was all he could do not to put it to his lips and kiss it as if he were from another age or another country.
“Since you’re called Dancer, would you like to dance with me?” Dasher asked.
“I’d love to.”
He was glad the band played a slow song next. That way, he didn’t have to let go of her hand.
Leading her to the area cleared for dancing, Dasher spun Dancer around the room and stared into those beautiful eyes.
As the song, Silver Bells, continued, Dancer hummed along. They moved in unison. Dasher realized she was the perfect Christmas gift for him.
He liked to dash, she liked to dance and they fit together perfectly. Both clearly loved Christmas music. They were meant to be.
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Posted by: Author | December 20, 2015
Merry Christmas Freebie!
Free E-book until the 24th.
From the 20th- 24th, I am offering my Christmas short story, The Thirteenth Gate, free at Amazon. Here’s the link to get your copy. I hope you’ll leave a review if you enjoy the tale.
Wishing you all a very merry Christmas!
Blurb:
Clarissa, a teen raised in foster care, runs away in the middle of a Christmas snow storm and learns valuable lessons from a mysterious old man who may hold the secret to her future.
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Posted by: Author | December 18, 2015
Here is my interview with Jillian Chantal
I’ve been interviewed. It was a fun one!
Name Jillian Chantal
Age 54
Where are you from Pensacola, Florida
A little about your self `ie your education Family life etc
I am a lawyer in my day job and am married with two children. I also have a cat who brings us joy with his antics.
Fiona: Tell us your latest news?
On January 4, I have a short story coming out in a set with 7 other authors. My story is called Milady and Her Spy. The set will be available for a few months and then I will be publishing two more adventures with this character- the other two are Milady Takes a Groom and Milady Goes to France. They are fun adventures set during the Napoleonic Wars and involve spies and mysterious assignments.
Fiona: When and why did you begin writing?
I’ve been jotting tales since I was in elementary school but…
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Posted by: Author | December 18, 2015
Friday Facts- December 18, 2015- The Christmas Song
This song was written by Bob Wells and Mel Torme in 1945. It’s the most performed Christmas song and was actually written on a super-hot summer day. Mel Torme said he saw a note pad on Bob Wells’ piano with the four phrase, “chestnuts roasting” “Jack Frost nipping” “yuletide carols” and “folks dressed as Eskimos” – Wells told him he was trying to keep cool in the heat by thinking of cold things. He wasn’t working on a song.
When Mel saw the words, they started working on a song and had it done in 40 minutes. Mel wrote the tune and they both did the lyrics. Not bad for less than an hour’s work, right?
Nat King Cole recorded it first (1946) but I like Bing’s version the best since he refers to the writers at the beginning. I love that.
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Posted by: Author | December 16, 2015
Wordless Wednesday
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Posted by: Author | December 14, 2015
Tuesday Tales- December 15- Pretty
This week’s word is pretty and I’m so enamored of it that I’ve used it twice in this snippet and sadly, twenty times in my 63,000 word manuscript. Looks like I may have to do a search and destroy mission. Every book has one. LOL.
Be sure to check out the other stories here.
“Oh, yes. I remember you saying that you had a bad leg. You just don’t often favor it so I forgot.”
“Do you want me to try to get it off myself?”
“No, no. I want to help. It’s the least I can do. I’ll be gentle.” Olivia took her time and slowly eased the boot first from his heel and then all the way off. She kept a close eye on his face while she worked. She didn’t want to hurt him anymore than she already had.
When it was off at last, she touched it softly. “I think we need to take the sock off. It could be constricting the blood flow.”
“I haven’t had a pedicure lately so don’t let my toes scare you.”
He was trying to joke with her but she could tell by the paleness of his face and the dark rings under his eyes that he really was about to pass out.
“Let’s get another dose of medicine down you.” She stood and refilled the glass. With a lot more then she’d previously given him. The size of his foot scared her. It was massive. Had he reinjured it? In the name of saving her?
Graham took the offered whiskey and as she removed the sock from his foot, he took another long drink.
When the foot was bare, it was all Olivia could do not to cry. How in the world did the man function with such a limb? How did he keep his secret?
“Looks pretty grim, doesn’t it?”
“I can’t believe you don’t have a limp all the time.” She sat on her bottom and gently rubbed his foot, hoping to bring some relief to him.
“I do when I don’t have on boots or shoes. If you notice, one is built up more then the other. It evens my stride.”
“That’s pretty clever.”
“I have to say, it wasn’t my idea but I’m grateful to the doctor who suggested it.”
“Were you injured in the Army?”
“Yeah. But I’ve adapted as you can tell.” He made a face. “Unless and until I over do it like I did today.”
“For me.”
He nodded. “Yes. For you. And I would do it again. Any time.” He put his hand on the top of her head.
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Posted by: Author | December 10, 2015
Recipe and Guest Post
Sherry has a recipe to share!
I’m hanging out today with the awesome M.V. Freeman at her site PaperbacksnPapercuts. I’m sharing a recipe for some pretty awesome brownies. Come hang out if you get a chance!
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Posted by: Author | December 9, 2015
Wordless Wednesday
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Posted by: Author | December 7, 2015
Tuesday Tales- December 8, 2015 – Evil
This week’s word is evil. Since I am writing a romantic thriller, I have this one! Easy peasy. This is when the hero and heroine are in New York City being pursued. Check out the other authors posts here.
They settled in and as the driver took off, Olivia squeezed his thigh. “Look, right there. It’s him.”
Graham glanced out the window, memorizing the face and body size of the man on the sidewalk. Now he had his enemy in his head and would never forget him.
“We barely made it.” Olivia’s face reflected the horror she had to be feeling.
“But we did and now we move forward, right?”
“Yes. Moving on. Not looking back.”
Graham hoped she was right and that they could move on. He didn’t think the man would’ve done anything to her on the crowded street but he’d shown how persistent he could be. Knowing Bernard wasn’t going to give up merely strengthened Graham’s own resolve.
This woman beside him in the cab was going to survive even if he had to die to make it happen. Hopefully, it wouldn’t come to that but he was ready to take that step if necessary. Evil couldn’t win out.
It took the taxi fifteen minutes to make it to Columbus Circle. Traffic was dense but it always was as he recalled from when he lived in town.
Once they paid the fare, Graham led Olivia into the building that housed a shopping mall as well as offices. His Army pal was going to meet them at the door to the suite that housed the headquarters to the man running against Lisa. Graham wanted to be sure to have his ally there in case the candidate doubted his sincerity since he was related to the opposition.
They stepped off the elevator to find Graham’s friend pacing the area in front of them. “Hey, Rockford. Long time, no see.”
“For sure, Roberts. Been too long. We need to go for a beer later.”
“No can do, man. I’ve given up the demon drink. Got me a reckless driving offense and promised not to touch the stuff again.”
“Good for you to keep it up.”
“Who’s the pretty lady?”
“This is my friend, Olivia Jacobs. She’s the one who needs to see your man.”
“Since she’s such a looker, I’m sure he’ll want to help her.” He turned and walked down the corridor.
Graham knew the comment about her looks wasn’t going to go over well with Olivia and hoped she wouldn’t voice her displeasure. He cast a glance in her direction and even though she looked like she would burst, she kept quiet. Sure he’d get an earful later, he cupped his hand around her elbow and led her toward the door Roberts opened.
Entering the room, they were faced with a receptionist holding a phone to her ear. She indicated for them to take a seat.
When she hung up, she smiled at them. “Let me buzz the boss and let him know you’re here.”
“Thanks,” Graham said.
In a few moments, the door to an inner office opened and a large man with a handlebar mustache stepped out. His face was florid and he looked like a heart attack waiting to happen.
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