My one and (so far) only steampunk outfit.
What do you think?
Eddie’s Prize Ready for Pre-Order
Eddie’s Prize will be released on March 18, 2013, for $5.99, but if you Pre-Order it from the publisher it will be 20% off. Go here and scroll down to Eddie’s Prize.
Tuesday Teaser Feb 19: Wolf’s Prize
Late as usual, but better late than never, right? Here is a snip from Ellie and Quill’s story.
After they ate, Quill spoke to the men in a low voice. A few glances were directed her way, accompanied by nods and smiles. In only a few minutes most of the men melted into the darkness, taking Tommy and Connor with them. Only Snake and Stone stayed to watch over Sara and Mel while they cleaned the dishes. Ellie moved to join them, but Quill stepped in front of her.
“Let’s walk for a few minutes before bed.”
Ellie swallowed and nodded. They were alone. It didn’t frighten her, exactly. She draped the blanket over her shoulders like a wrap against the chilly air of the evening and walked beside him out of their small camp. “Where did everyone go?”
He put an arm around her waist. “They’re not far. I asked them to give us a little time alone.”
Alone. In the dark. With Quill. Ellie tried to slow her breathing. “Why?”
He pulled her to a stop and lifted her hands to his mouth to kiss each palm.”You know why. You brought a blanket.”
Eddie’s Prize Cover Reveal!
At last I can show you the cover for Eddie’s Prize! The artist is Lyn Taylor, who also did the covers for the rest of the series. She is very talented. I really love this one! This will be relased on March 18, but I will be having a drawing for some prizes (including, of course, a couple of ARCs of Eddie’s Prize) during the second week of March. To learn more, join my newsletter.
Teaser Tuesday, Feb 12
Eddie’s Prize comes out in a little over a month. At last! I am hoping to be able to show off the cover art soon. I saw the first draft of it and I think it is beautiful.
Here is a snip from Eddie’s Prize. Christmas Eve 2064:
Eddie washed dishes as she tidied up the kitchen. Through the kitchen window Lisa could see snow falling through the dark night. It was a scene out of an old fashioned Christmas card.
“It’s pretty,” she said. At Eddie’s raised brow she elaborated. “The snow. We didn’t get snow in California. It makes it seem a little more like Christmas.”
He hung up the dish towel to dry. “It’s Christmas Eve. Our first Christmas together.” His kiss was gentle. “I know you were a little disappointed to not be able to go see your friend, but I wanted you to myself this time.”
Lisa’s hands framed his face. “Carla is a good friend, but Christmas is for families. You’re my family.”
“Come to bed,” he breathed.
She giggled when he swept her up and carried her to their bed. “I should brush my teeth before bed,” she mock protested.
“Tomorrow.” He peeled her clothes off her with careful haste.
She kicked her feet to rid her legs of the jeans still clinging. “I should wash my face,” she teased.
He made short work of his own clothing. “Tomorrow,” he repeated.
Blizzard Warning!
Yay for being inside! This is our first blizzard in a couple of years. The blizzard wrning extends until noon tomorrow. Boy, I hope they cancel work tomorrow. I REALLY don’t want to have to go out in that. I want to stay home and knit, and read, and (maybe, if all goes well) write the first love scene for Quill and Ellie. That man is about to lose his patience with me!
Tuesday Truth February 5, 2013: I’m busy!
Ack!!! I’m busy!
First, I’m buried in edits again. These are tough, and I have some re-writing to do, but I think Eddie’s Prize will be a far better book in the end.
Second, I am in the beginning stages of organizing an SCA event called Silks & Needles. It will be a day of classes on embroidery, weaving, spinning, etc. Tomorrow night is the Shire meeting where I need to present my budget. So, I guess I better get my budget smoothed out.
Third, my brother is coming to stay for the weekend. He’ll be here Friday. That means I need to CLEAN! He’s coming because …
Fourth, it’s my mom’s birthday party on Saturday night.
Did I mention I was busy?
Why Romance?
Last Monday a gal at work who had just learned that I write asked me why I write romance. She didn’t sound uppity or holier-than-thou, but was genuinely curious. Usually when someone says “Why do you read romance?” they obviously think their choice of reading material is infinitely more classy than your trashy romance. I didn’t get that vibe from her. She said didn’t care for the romance genre. She found it a bit shallow and predictable, but she knew a lot of people who loved reading romance and wondered why. I stammered and said I liked it.
Brilliant answer, right?
Well, I think I know why now. Last Thursday and Friday I listened on CD to Jaycee Lee Dugard’s memoir, A Stolen Life. Miss Dugard was 11 years old when she was kidnapped and held captive for 18 years. It was painful to listen to her horrible experiences at the hands of her mentally disturbed captors. Today I watched a special about Jonestown, where over 900 people commited suicide and were murdered because of a mentally disturbed eogmaniac. After three days in a row of hearing and seeing such painful things I was feeling depressed. And then it came to me why I love romance.
Because there are happily ever afters. Because love heals all wounds. Because a romance story ends on a high note. Hope is realized in a romance story.
How about you? Why do you read romance?
A Weekend Present For My Readers
I am currently engaged in edits for Eddie’s Prize. They are pretty intense but I think it’s going very well. I am sometimes swamped in embarrassment when my editor gently points out the third (or tenth) time I have made the same poor word choice. Thank goodness for editors! Any author who thinks they don’t need one is an idiot.
To celebrate, here is another short teaser from Eddie’s Prize:
Eddie woke suddenly, shocked it was broad daylight. He flung the covers back and lunged up in bed. A voice said “Oof!” as his elbow landed in a soft stomach. What—? Lisa! He had been well and thoroughly loved last night by his bride. He had loved her thoroughly, too. Their first time together had been a blur of desperate urgency. The second time …What a delight it was to be married to such a beautiful and creative woman. This was their honeymoon. They had no chores to get up for, nothing to do but get to know each other. He grinned down at her startled expression and watched it melt into a satisfied smile. They could stay in bed all day with no one to complain over their laziness. The thought had its appeal. He kissed her flat tummy in apology, and let his lips travel gradually north.
“Good morning, Mrs. Edward Madison,” he murmured against her throat. “Can you think of any reason we need to get out of bed today?”
Lisa stretched and rubbed against him. “Why?” she teased. “Was there something you needed to do in bed today? Catch up on your sleep? Or—” She dissolved in giggles when he fluttered his fingertips over her ribs. “Hey! Stop! I’m ticklish!”
Do I Look Innocent?
Do I Look Innocent?
This afternoon I spent a half hour in the billing office of the local mega-hospital/clinic conglomerate explaining to the woman (who was extremely unhelpful in the politest possible way) why I believe I had over-paid my bill by several hundred dollars and should have a refund. After about twenty minutes of going over all my receipts with them and showing them my itemized Health Spending Account (HSA) expenditures, I finally got the woman to admit, that, yes, I had over paid. The issue stemmed from the fact that they switched billing software in June. No, I couldn’t have a refund. Their policy was that they would apply any excess funds to my next bill.
Does she realize that I plan to NEVER see any doctor at their facility again? My regular doctor had left the clinic to move to a distant city and their billing practices have convinced me that I don’t want to use their services again.
Grrr! See the image above? Yeah, lady, you are about to become a minor character in Wolf’s Prize, and you are going down. Buh-bye.
No, I never did get my money, but I’m not giving up. I don’t know what i’ll do yet, but I have a bottle of wine and a pound of fudge. Soemthing will come to me.
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