Thursday, March 22, 2012

ROMANCE DWELLS WITHIN A HEART OF GOLD

LEPRECHAUN LUCK:
ROMANCE DWELLS WITHIN A HEART OF GOLD  BLOG HOP TOUR (MARCH 23-25




1) HAVE FUN!!!
2) INVITE ALL OF YOUR FRIENDS!!! SPREAD THE WORD!!!

3) THIS TOUR STARTS: Friday, March 23rd
THIS TOUR ENDS: Sunday, March 25th, at Midnight (Arizona Time)
***Winners will be drawn and posted Monday, March 26th! ***

4) MEET AND MINGLE WITH ALL THE AUTHORS & BOOK PAGES! EXPERIENCE A NEW DESTINATION AT EVERY STOP! PARTICIPATE IN EVERY BLOG CONTEST AND BE ENTERED FOR CHANCES TO WIN MULTIPLE PRIZES! EVERY BLOG VISITED IS ANOTHER OPPORTUNITY TO WIN!!


5) PARTICIPATION AT ALL BLOGS IS RECOMMENDED, BUT NOT REQUIRED. REMEMBER, THE MORE BLOGS YOU HOP, THE BETTER YOUR CHANCES OF WINNING PRIZES. EVERY AUTHOR & BOOK PAGE IS WAITING TO MEET AND INTERACT WITH YOU, SO PLEASE BE SURE TO SHOW THEM SOME LOVE!



6) DID I MENTION TO HAVE FUN? WHOO! HOO!! HERE WE GOOOOOOOOOO


Romance does dwell in a heart of gold.

Inside that heart of gold is love.


Inside that love is the key to a lifetime of happiness.


Last Chance to Run

After two years of being held captive Patricia Daily found her chance to run and took it.

Tracy knew the warm wet liquid oozing down the side of her head was blood. After jumping out the window, she hit the rocks and the damage to her head wasn’t her only injury.

She leaned against the building to catch her breath. The concrete blocks heated her skin and the wet grass, soaked her feet. She didn’t care, not today. Tracy inched along the wall, listening for anything that would tell her she was being followed.

Mac told her the truck would be along the tree line behind the main house. It would be brown and rusty, but it ran and that’s all that mattered now.

She took a deep breath to calm her racing heart, as she stopped at the corner and peered around. The truck was there, just as Mac had promised. All Tracy needed to do was make it across the compound and past the main house. Mac’s diversion had all the guards heading towards the houses where the prisoners were kept.

With only a few minutes to spare, it was now or never. Tracy took off in a dead run towards the truck and knew she was only seconds from freedom when the front door to the house opened.

Tracy didn’t stop to find out who it was. She could hear them behind her. Loud explosions surrounded her as the bullets whizzed past her head. She knew to run in a zigzag pattern, she remembered the stories her dad told her explaining how that saved his life. Now she depended on everything he taught her it to save hers. If they catch her again, they would kill her. With Dex gone they had no use for her, the revenge was his, not theirs.

She dove into the trees and looked around for something to use against them, and came up empty. The compound was surrounded by the security fence with razor wire on top. It was no match for her; she’d already tried climbing it once. This time had to work, she had to get away. She moved further into the darkness when the impact threw her up against the tree. The heat raced through her followed by the pain, it went thru her shoulder, she could tell. It’s wasn’t the first time they’d shot her. Tracy couldn’t move her right arm, still she crawled to get as close as possible to the truck. She was inches from seeing her Dad, being with Jake. She clawed at the dirt and moved closer when a hand snaked out of the shadows and wrapped around her face and covered her mouth.

No, they couldn’t catch her, she's too close, Mac wouldn’t make it. Tracy struggled, she was not going back, she would die first. Tracy had fought for her freedom for two years now and this was her last chance to run.


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Friday, March 16, 2012

St. Patrick's Day BlogHop


Welcome to the St. Patricks Day Blog Hop where you have a chance to win:

  • A Kindle Fire or Nook Tablet
  • A $90. Amazon or B&N Gift Card
So be sure and visit all the Blog stops and leave comments with your e-mail address because that's how the grand prize winner will be chosen. The list of all the participating authors is at the bottom of this post.

Here on my blog you can WIN:
  • A $10 Gift Card to Amazon

St. Patrick’s Day was always a big day in my house, even bigger than Christmas. My Grandparents were from Ireland and we would spend the day cooking, singing and dancing. I knew how to do the Irish jig and clog before it was a competitive sport.I loved to listen to them talk about what it was like growing up in Ireland. Along with all the wonderful family stories I did learn a few fun facts…



You better sit down for this one. St. Patrick was not Irish! His dad was Italian, his mother was Scottish and he was born in Scotland. His birth name was Maewyn Succat. Who knew? And the whole chasing snakes out of Ireland? Just a legend. I cried when they told me that, I hate snakes.

Better book that church now. St. Patrick's Day is considered the luckiest day of the year to get married....Unless it is a Saturday. According to Irish superstition, Saturday is the worst day of the week to get married. As the proverb states "Marry on Monday for wealth - Tuesday for health - Wednesday the best day of all - Thursday for losses - Friday for crosses - Saturday for no luck at all." And what day do we normally have weddings….Saturday.

Four leaf clovers -- for your eyes only. Found a four leaf clover? You will now have good luck in gambling and racing and it will render witchcraft powerless! However, you must always carry it with you and never show it to others, or your luck will fail. I guess since mine is taped to my computer at work, where everyone can see, it explains my poor luck lately. Time to hide that thing in my purse.

 Now here are a few facts about the four leaf clover:

The highest number of leaves found on a clover is 14!
There are about 10 000 regular three-leaf clovers for every lucky four-leaf clover.
 The legend is that each leaf of the clover has a meaning:  the first is for hope, the second for faith, the third for love and the fourth for luck.


Now you are well informed and should go out and celebrate.  Just remember If you drink green beer leave your keys with the Leprechaun at the door. They will make sure you get home safe.










Saturday, March 10, 2012

I wouldn't be here without your help. Thank You!



During my journey to get my first novel finished, this is how I felt.



Well I finally finished Rescued from the Dark and sent it out to publishers last week. I feel confident in this version, thanks to many people. They say it takes a village to raise a child; well it took an army to get the concept of writing into my head. I will take a few lines to thank some of them. First off my two reading buddies at work, Teresa Dunn and Karen Sublett, if it wasn’t for them I would not have had the nerve to start. They suffered through many versions and helped clean up each one.  Cindy Gerard, she is an amazing author and took the time to give me advice and help along the way. My critique group, Roses colored glasses, critique partner Emma Leigh Reed, Savvy Authors and their amazing workshops, Writing group, Little Rocks RWA chapter DSRA, and Janice Seagraves who I have attached myself to because she always seems to have the answer I need. I truly suck at grammar and punctuation, ask anyone. I have to thank the almighty Queen of English, M.M Pollard. She was able to get the concept of verbs, sentence structure, and remove my fear of commas, not an easy thing to do. And my critique partner Victoria Valentine, she has helped me get through many rough spots and made an awesome banner and book cover for me. I hope I didn’t forget anyone. But I’m sure I did, there has been so many that answered questions and gave advise along the way.


Now I need to master time management. There are so many distractions during the day that can keep you from writing. The biggest for me is the day job, but I do like to eat so that has to stay.



I have managed to put together a schedule. First thing in the morning check my e-mail and answer what I can. Then go to work. Lunch, review blogs and write for 30 minutes, back to work. After work, chores, dinner and then write for a few hours. Check e-mail and facebook before bed. My goal is to write a blog twice a week and send a twitter message at least once a day. That should be a good start, now let’s just see if it actually works. Sure does look good on paper.  :}


Every writer knows that communication is the key and our best communication avenue is social media so I'm off to twitter, facebook and e-mail what I've accomplished today....this blog...lol





Here’s an excerpt from my second book in the Guardian’s of Hope Series, Last Chance to Run.
After two years of being held captive Patricia Daily found her chance to run and took it.



Tracy knew the warm wet liquid oozing down the side of her head was blood.  After jumping out the window, she hit the rocks and the damage to her head wasn’t her only injury.

      She leaned against the building to catch her breath.  The concrete blocks heated her skin and the wet grass, soaked her feet. She didn’t care, not today.  Tracy inched along the wall, listening for anything that would tell her she was being followed.

      Mac told her the truck would be along the tree line behind the main house. It would be brown and rusty, but it ran and that’s all that mattered now.

      She took a deep breath to calm her racing heart, as she stopped at the corner and peered around.  The truck was there, just as Mac had promised.  All Tracy needed to do was make it across the compound and past the main house. Mac’s diversion had all the guards heading towards the houses where the prisoners were kept.

      With only a few minutes to spare, it was now or never. Tracy took off in a dead run towards the truck and knew she was only seconds from freedom when the front door to the house opened.

      Tracy didn’t stop to find out who it was. She could hear them behind her. Loud explosions surrounded her as the bullets whizzed past her head. She knew to run in a zigzag pattern, she remembered the stories her dad told her explaining how that saved his life.  Now she depended on everything he taught her it to save hers. If they catch her again, they would kill her.  With Dex gone they had no use for her, the revenge was his, not theirs.

     She dove into the trees and looked around for something to use against them, and came up empty.  The compound was surrounded by the security fence with razor wire on top. It was no match for her; she’d already tried climbing it once.  This time had to work, she had to get away.  She moved further into the darkness when the impact threw her up against the tree. The heat raced through her followed  by the pain, it went thru her shoulder, she could tell.  It’s wasn’t the first time they’d shot her.  Tracy couldn’t move her right arm, still she crawled to get as close as possible to the truck. She was inches from seeing her Dad, being with Jake. She clawed at the dirt and moved closer when a hand snaked out of the shadows and wrapped around her face and covered her mouth. 

     No, they couldn’t catch her, she's too close, Mac wouldn’t make it.  Tracy struggled, she was not going back, she would die first. Tracy had fought for her freedom for two years now and this was her last chance to run