Just Like Gravity is a paranormal romance set in Scotland. Anna has bad dreams–so bad she wakes up screaming two nights out of three. She smells the blood. She feels the knife. The dreams lead her to Scotland where she hopes to find their cause. Hiking the Great Glen Way, she becomes separated from her daughter and meets a drunken Scotsman with troubles of his own. Anna finds him annoying, but when he offers her a wee nip […]
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Theme Reveal Welcome to my theme reveal for the A-Z Blog Challenge in 2015. This year, my theme is all about Healing Crystals. Each day in April (except Sundays), I’ll post a snippet about a crystal or healing stone: how to use it, what it’s good for, whether or not it worked for me, a picture of the stone when I can, and a little rhyme about it. And, of course, a little shameless self-promotion at the bottom. My next book, […]
Friday Fictioneers offering for March 26. Join the fun at http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/. I was inspired by the extra day Rochelle allowed us for this weeks Friday Fictioneers and did two–each one exactly 100 words. New Magic Pyewacket sat beside the ancient oak. He flicked his silver wings three times and kicked a dried piece of rabbit dung with the toe of his spiderweb boot. Afternoon dwindled to dusk. At last, Peaseblossom settled beside him with a tinkling laugh. “You’re late,” he […]
This is my Friday Fictioneers contribution for this week. The challenge is to write a 100-word story using the photo as a prompt. Join the fun at http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/. “The hay was wet with my blood. Your face in the moonlight is all I remember. I thought I was dead.” He sat his wine glass on the balcony railing and gazed at the street below. “Many American pilots died. You were lucky.” “The Resistance smuggled me to England, but I came […]
Ninety-nine words! “Why’d you come back?” He leaned against the doorframe—shirtless, tanned, beautiful. “Missed your cooking.” My dress hugged shaking legs in the spring breeze. I sounded braver than I felt. “Aren’t you sick of this—what did you call it?—backwoods boil on the Universe’s ass.” He spat the words. Gentle chimes broke his mood. A rising wind swayed the black iron bell on the porch. “It only rings for weddings and funerals.” His cat-green eyes slipped over me like warm […]