Friday, November 30, 2012

I took on NaNo and I won : )


I decided to work on my second book in the Guardian's of Hope series during NaNo this year.  I had written almost 40,000 words in this one and when I went back through I realized I swayed from the Ron's story, making it too much of his daughters and that's not what I wanted.  So I deleted all but about 5000 words and started over on November first.

I thought I would have all month to get this done. I had plans to write every night. Spend hours bringing my characters to life on paper. Well that lasted about four days. November decided to be one of my busiest months. Not a month to take on this type of challenge. But did I back down, no. I love a challenge.





So between Family visits, holidays, shopping, three book reviews, two sets of edits for my new release, my day job and keeping my seven month old granddaughter on the weekends I did it. I managed to get a rough draft of my second book, Last Chance to Run, complete. I took on NaNo, and I won.






 
Last Chance to Run:  

What if you found out the daughter you buried was alive and being held captive by a man you thought you killed? Ron Daily, head of the FBI's Counterintelligence Department, races to save his daughter, Tracy, as she escapes from her captives for one Last Chance to Run.
 
 
Rescued from the Dark
Release date- February 16, 2013 Through Black Opal Books.

An explosion ricocheted behind Jason’s eyes as the pressure mounted in his head.
The rush of panic consumed Jason Michaels as he struggled to move. He tried to
swallow but his throat burned from the flames that engulfed his lungs. He needed to
breathe but he could not, shit.
He strained to hear the muffled voices, but the pounding in his ears
erased all hope. His head started to spin and he succumbed to the realization,
this was it, the end, he won. The flames were dampened and his
heartbeat slowed. As the drums subsided, the voices became clearer.
“Give it to him now you son of a bitch. What were you thinking? We still need him.”

A split second release had Jason sucking in a breath of much needed air.
Stabbing pains shot through his head and every muscle fiber burned as the cold
blast of air shot through his lungs releasing the oxygen his body craved.
He arched his back and raised his chest trying to pull in more when he felt the
impact from the first blow. His head
snapped to the side and the crack from his neck echoed in his ears. The pain
jolted through his jaw as it raced across his cheekbone. Before he could gather
his senses, the hand smacked across his face again and the pain set his face on
fire. What the hell? With the third slap his eyes snapped open and he
wrenched upright with a lurch, hitting his head on the solid roof of the SUV.
Jason’s eyes darted back and forth looking for something familiar until he
locked onto the ice-cold stare of the devil himself, Shaun Flanagan.
Damn! That was close.
He could not blow his cover, even if it meant he would die as David Logan, and not
Jason Michaels. .

Thursday, November 29, 2012

Help me welcome Voirey Linger. Author of Embracing Eternity.









November is always a crazy month for me. In addition to Thanksgiving, my birthday is in November. I was married in November, on election day, in Arkansas, when Clinton was running. THAT was a particularly crazy day. A few years ago, I discovered NaNoWriMo and November took another hit. This year, all the insanity took an extra hit when I volunteered to be a panel member at a self-publishing program. I’m really bad at the public speaker thing, by the way. I keep volunteering to do it but I don’t seem to be getting any better.

Overall, November is the worst month possible to have a book release, but I managed to have two. On the same day. With the same publisher.

Cue frantic activity.

But this book bears a bit of poignancy, makes me want to hold on and slow things down just a bit. It’s the final book in the series and, although I was anxious to put the writing part behind me, I’m finding it a little hard to say goodbye to the angels I’ve come to know so well.

Maybe I shouldn’t call it my last book. Maybe I should just say I’m moving to something different and leave my Heavenly Lovers just there, off to the side and ready to welcome me back into their world.

For now, all of my angels have found their loves, the ones they can love throughout eternity. I think that is an excellent way to say goodbye.


By reading any further, you are stating that you are at least 18 years of age. If you are under the age of 18, it is necessary to exit this site.
An Excerpt From: EMBRACING ETERNITY
Copyright © VOIREY LINGER, 2012
All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.
“Come with me, Meela,” he said again, and a tingle of trepidation crept down her spine.
“Come where?”
“To Heaven.”
No, he couldn’t take her. She’d be a prisoner.
Panic hit and she shoved at him, taking another swipe at his face. His arms fell free as he dodged the venom-tipped points. She stumbled. Her shoulder hit the wall and she fell back into the corner, held upright by the aging plaster and trapped off balance by the angel before her.
What did angels do to their captives? Was it anything like what they suffered at the hands of demons?
An image of the last angel held prisoner by demons came to her.
Renatus. He’d once been a friend, a lover, and she’d been the one who’d worked to lead him astray. Because of her he’d been trapped, a prisoner of Lucifer and his minions.
The basest of Hell’s creatures had fed on him, left him broken and bleeding, his feathers ripped from his wings as they devoured his flesh. They’d taken him as close to death as an angel could go, only to leave him in agony while his power returned and his body restored itself.
Then they fed again.
And so had she.
She’d known then that she’d pay for her sins.
“Let me go.” Her tremulous voice transformed the demand to a plea.
“Come with me,” he said yet again, this time stepping close until his feet were between hers and his wings pressed the walls on either side of her. He sheltered them, captured her.
A willing prisoner? She thought not.
Meela raised her clawed hands once more and swung, aiming for his eyes.
She never touched him. Before she even saw him move, he had her wrists shackled by his hands, pinned to the plaster on either side of her head. He leaned in, pressing her body more securely to the wall.
Bucking, she tried to knock him away but only succeeded in throwing herself more off kilter and slipped farther down the wall.
He wasn’t a tall seraph, but being in the corner as she was put her at a disadvantage. Even with her heeled boots, her eyes were only at his collar.
Still, she fought him. Struggling to wrestle him, she pushed against him with her entire body. Grappling silently, frantically, for an opening, for escape.
With a hiss and a groan, he moved in closer, until they were pressed together from knee to chest.
She stared up at him, wide-eyed, her hands relaxing in his grasp.
Well, well. It seemed Heaven’s most untouchable seraph wasn’t so aloof after all.
Evan was hard.
She barely had time to process the feel of his erection pressing into her stomach before his mouth covered hers. Warmth flooded her, chasing away the chill of winter with the heat of arousal. It sizzled though her veins, electrifying her senses until her skin prickled and her toes curled.
Before her Fall, sex had been nothing more than a game, a fun way to spend time. She’d frolicked at some point with most of the seraphs in Heaven.
But never Evan, though he would have been willing. He was always too serious and she had wanted to play.
After she and the damned third left Heaven, sex became a survival skill. Sex was traded for bits of power, for moments free from hunger and pain. Wanting had ceased to play a part in whom she fucked.
She couldn’t remember the last time she had welcomed the feel of a body against hers, how long it had been since she truly yearned for the touch of another.
But now, she wanted.
A whimper escaped her and she tipped her head to the side, opening her mouth to welcome him inside. His tongue slipped past her lips, licking at her with gentle, almost innocent strokes.
Her body’s response was anything but innocent. She cursed the clothing separating them. If only she was stronger, she’d make the fabric vanish so they could be skin to skin.
She arched, trying to grind against him, to create friction with that deliciously hard cock burning against her belly. To urge Evan to move down and press that hot length against her core.
She needed this. The hunger, the satisfaction, the insanity of a hard fuck. It was as shocking in its intensity as it was in its source.
What was it humans said about the quiet ones?
Then Evan’s kiss became something different, something wholly unexpected. Sustenance and strength, the very essence of life, his power hit her, full force. Verdant and lush, it filled her starved body, taking away the gnawing hunger and replacing it with rich satisfaction.
The angel was feeding the demon.
Her body grew heavy and ached with arousal. She tried to move closer, to cling to him, but he held her firmly pinned to the wall. All she could do was accept his kiss, his gift.
To her frustration, he didn’t move either. He didn’t pull her closer, didn’t rub his cock against her. Despite her best efforts to fuel his lust, he simply let his lips and tongue caress hers as he restored her.
Did he not want her?
Perhaps he didn’t. The exchange of power was often arousing. That hard cock could mean nothing. Simply a byproduct of his fattening her up for whatever awaited her on the other side of the Pearly Gates.
That thought was enough to tamp down her wayward arousal. She’d allowed herself to forget, for the barest of moments, that they were enemies. That sex wasn’t about pleasure and angels were not to be trusted.
She twisted her head, forcing his mouth from hers. The crystalline cold of the winter air hit her a split second before she took her new power and vanished from his arms.



Wednesday, November 28, 2012

BTS Tours Presents, A Man to Trust.







  Title:  A Man To Trust
        Author:  Cheryl Yeko
        Publisher:  Soul Mate Publishing
        Length:  206 pages
        Sub-Genres:  Suspense
        
        Blurb: 
        
The battered survivor of an abusive marriage, Angela doesn't mourn her husband’s death in a drug deal gone bad. But she’s not sure she can survive losing her heart to the handsome detective who assumes she’s a criminal, too.Tasked with Angela’s safety after she’s targeted by an unknown enemy, Jake discovers the beautiful widow is not what she seems. He soon realizes that trusting her goes hand-in-hand with desiring her, and passion and duty collide.Now it’s up to Jake to keep Angela—and their chance at happiness—alive.


Excerpts:
Excerpt 1:
The kitchen scene I blogged on my site, and the recipe for Pear-Hazelnut Tarts -- the link to the recipe can be found on my website.
What am I doing? Angela raced to the refrigerator and opened the door to test the firmness of the dough, taking time to clear her mind from the sensual daze induced by Jake’s kisses.
Heat scorched her cheeks. If the timer hadn’t gone off, would she have let him take her right there on the table? She sprinkled flour onto the counter and placed the dough on it, forming it into a square.
“Can I help?” Jake’s husky voice drifted over her sensitive nerves as he came up behind her and heat radiated from him as he positioned himself at her back.
She pushed hair from her face and reached for the rolling pin, not looking at him. She felt like a gazelle being stalked by a lion.
“No, I’ve got it, thanks.” She rolled the dough into a rectangle, before folding the short ends over the middle to make three layers. Turning the dough a quarter turn she rolled it away from her into another large rectangle.
“That looks complicated.” Jake placed an arm at each side of her, then gripped the counter and peered over her shoulder. Effectively caging her in, his warm, minty, breath feathered across her face. “Explain to me what you’re doing. I might like to make it for my son sometime.”
Her hands trembled when she folded the short ends over the middle again to make another three layers. Normally, she’d place the dough back in the refrigerator at this point for another twenty minutes, but if she worked fast enough she could skip that step. And she wanted to get this done as soon as possible and put some space between her and Jake. Afraid she would throw herself back into his arms.
She glanced over her shoulder and met his heated gaze. His eyes smoldered with banked lust. “Seriously?”
He nodded, watching her with a predatory gleam in his eyes.
She took another shaky breath and glanced back down. “Okay. It—it’s a simple recipe really. I’m making dough for Pear-Hazelnut Tarts. I’ll write it down for you.”
“That’d be great.” His body pressed up against her.
Angela gulped. “Well—well, first you prepare the dough, then you need to wrap it in plastic wrap and refrigerate for about half an hour.”
“Uh huh.” He leaned in and nuzzled her ear. “Refrigerate the dough. Got it.”
Her mind went into lockdown. Nothing but silence and sexual tension filled the room.
“I’m listening,” Jake brushed his thumb across her cheek. “Flour,” he murmured, nuzzling her neck.
“Oh.” Her body was wound tight and desire pooled in her belly, and her breasts felt heavy and aching with the need to be touched. A tremor ran through her.
She gave the dough another turn and again folded the ends over. “After you remove the dough from the refrigerator, you need to roll it flat, and shape it into a large rectangle, then fold the short ends over the middle so that it makes three layers.” She demonstrated it for him, although she didn’t really think he was paying attention.
“Right. Three layers,” he repeated. One hand slid to her stomach, tugging her closer.
Angela’s pulse raced. “Umm. Repeat this four times,” she managed to say. “The dough needs to remain firm, if not . . . if not, put it back in the refrigerator for another fifteen minutes before continuing.”
“Mmm, sounds like a lot of work.”
She gave her shoulders a little shrug to loosen his arms from around her. “Some space here, please,” she said, breathlessly.
Excerpt 2:
Jake tore his mouth from hers. His gaze scorched her with their heat, molten hot. “You drive me wild.”
He unfastened the first three buttons of her shirt and slowly slid the fabric from her shoulders and down her arms, until it pooled at her waist. A shiver of anticipation rolled through her, tightening her nipples. She licked her lips and stared into his darkened gaze.
His eyes flamed with desire. He leaned down and kissed the tops of her breasts. First one, then the other, then sucked a sensitive nipple into his mouth, sending a shockwave of pleasure to the apex of her thighs.
“Jake,” she purred.
He lifted his head and their eyes locked. “I love the way you say my name.” His hand slid to the inside of her legs and caressed a path of fire to the part of her that wept for him.
“Say it for me, Angel,” he whispered.
Buy Links:
About The Author:
Cheryl Yeko lives in Wisconsin with her husband Patrick. She loves to read, write, play piano and spend time with her grandchildren.
Although she has spent most of her professional life as a legal assistant, she can also include realtor, small business owner, and virtual assistant/mobile notary to her varied background. She is also a member of Romance Writers of America as well as the Wisconsin Chapter.
Cheryl is thrilled to be able to add author to her resume and would love to hear comments from readers.
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Sunday, November 25, 2012

Sprinting to the end of NaNo




Thanksgiving has passed and now I'm counting down the days until Christmas.




 But first I have to get through the next five days. Nano is over on November 30th and I'm not quite there, but I will be.

I have been busy this month with the Holidays, three book reviews and fighting with Dallas who is getting irritated that I haven't started his book.  My how characters can get pushy when they feel their story is more important. So back my book, Last Chance to Run, Ron's story. Dallas with just have to be patient for a few more months.

 
Last Chance to Run:   NaNo  Work in Progress.

What if you found out the daughter you buried was alive and being held captive by a man you thought you killed? Ron Daily, head of the FBI's Counterintelligence Department, races to save his daughter, Tracy, as she escapes from her captives for one Last Chance to Run.
 
 
Rescued from the Dark
Release date- February 16, 2013 Through Black Opal Books.

An explosion ricocheted behind Jason’s eyes as the pressure mounted in his head.
The rush of panic consumed Jason Michaels as he struggled to move. He tried to
swallow but his throat burned from the flames that engulfed his lungs. He needed to
breathe but he could not, shit.
He strained to hear the muffled voices, but the pounding in his ears
erased all hope. His head started to spin and he succumbed to the realization,
this was it, the end, he won. The flames were dampened and his
heartbeat slowed. As the drums subsided, the voices became clearer.
“Give it to him now you son of a bitch. What were you thinking? We still need him.”

A split second release had Jason sucking in a breath of much needed air.
Stabbing pains shot through his head and every muscle fiber burned as the cold
blast of air shot through his lungs releasing the oxygen his body craved.
He arched his back and raised his chest trying to pull in more when he felt the
impact from the first blow. His head
snapped to the side and the crack from his neck echoed in his ears. The pain
jolted through his jaw as it raced across his cheekbone. Before he could gather
his senses, the hand smacked across his face again and the pain set his face on
fire. What the hell? With the third slap his eyes snapped open and he
wrenched upright with a lurch, hitting his head on the solid roof of the SUV.
Jason’s eyes darted back and forth looking for something familiar until he
locked onto the ice-cold stare of the devil himself, Shaun Flanagan.
Damn! That was close.
He could not blow his cover, even if it meant he would die as David Logan, and not
Jason Michaels. .
 


Friday, November 23, 2012

What do you do on Black Friday?





Black Friday has always been a tradition for my daughter and I. We would brave the crowds to pick up a few items, but mostly just to people watch. It amazes me how a sale on pillows will turn us all into animals, grabbing and pushing for the last one. Myself included. I got hung up one year in a line for large, plush bath towels. Today I laugh at how I lined myself near that bin, glaring across at my competitors for the nave blue pile, ready to pounce at the stroke of midnight.





This year it all changed. I didn't have to drink massive amounts of coffee so I had the energy to stay up late and fight the many crazy shoppers like myself because they decided to start at eight pm. Kind of strange doing black Friday shopping at eight pm on Thursday, but I enjoyed the crowds and got the few things I needed. Then I was home by midnight for a nap before heading out to the real Black Friday shopping at stores that opened at five. How we love our crazy, yearly rituals.
What do you do on Black Friday?  Leave me a comment for a chance to win a $10.00 Amazon gift card.


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We are EACH doing a giveaway. Yep. There will be over 200 giveaways on each blog hosted by that Author or Blogger.

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Rescued from the Dark
Release date-  February 16, 2013 Through Black Opal Books.


An explosion ricocheted behind Jason’s Michaels eyes as the pressure mounted in his head.
The rush of panic consumed Jason as he struggled to move. He tried to
 swallow but his throat burned from the flames that engulfed his lungs.   He needed to
breathe but he could not, shit.
He strained to hear the muffled voices, but the pounding in his ears
erased all hope. His head started to spin and he succumbed to the realization,
this was it, the end, he won.  The flames were dampening and his
heartbeat slowed. As the drums subsided, the voices became clearer.
 “Give it to him now you son of a bitch. What were you thinking? We still need him.”
    
A split second release had Jason sucking in a breath of much needed air.
Stabbing pains shot through his head and every muscle fiber burned as the cold
blast of air shot through his lungs releasing the oxygen his body craved.
 He arched his back and raised his chest trying to pull in more when he felt the
impact from the first blow. His head
snapped to the side and the crack from his neck echoed in his ears. The pain
jolted through his jaw as it raced across his cheekbone. Before he could gather
his senses, the hand smacked across his face again and the pain set his face on
fire. What the hell? With the third slap his eyes snapped open and he
wrenched upright with a lurch, hitting his head on the solid roof of the SUV.
Jason’s eyes darted back and forth looking for something familiar until he
locked onto the ice-cold stare of the devil himself, Shaun Flanagan.
Damn! That was close.
 He could not blow his cover, even if it meant he would die as David Logan, and not
Jason Michaels.


Tuesday, November 20, 2012

Deadlines, Turkey and a bottle of wine. Just what you need to make it all work

I'm  Half way through Nano and so far behind I'm not sure if I will make the deadline. Okay, just kidding. I'm working on my second book in the 'Guardians of Hope' series, Last Chance to Run. I'm at 20132. Not even half way to 50,000 words but I'm not worried. I work better under pressure and that's good because there is a lot of pressure right now.



The month of November has been a very busy month for me.First off we have Thanksgiving.


Second I'm part of a very busy critique group, one that I am behind in. I do book reviews for the BTS Emag, I'm doing Nano. Oh wait, I forgot to add the deadline I have from my publisher and my first book signing for my short story, Saving Angel. My head is spinning, but I love it.
 
 
 
 
Even though life seems to spin out of control we have to stop and remember what is important to us and give thanks. 
 
 
Over this wonderful holiday weekend remember to relax. Open a bottle of wine, sit back and remember. Deadlines come and go, critiques will get done and reviews will get finished on time. But family's grow up and move on, so gather around the table, give thanks and build memories that will live on forever.
 
 
 
Have a very Happy Thanksgiving.
 
 
Guardians of hope, book I
Rescued from the Dark, Set to be released February, 16th 2013
Published through Black Opal Books
BLURB:
What if you woke from a nightmare, trapped in a world of darkness, with no memory of how you got there? Rescued from the Dark is a passionate, gripping story about FBI agent, Jason Michaels, confronting his duty to his country, and struggling with his feelings for a woman with no memory of their love.
Undercover Agent,Jason Michaels, infiltrates the terrorist cell and risks everything, even his life, to save the FBI intern who stole his heart, then walked away. Once Mercy wakes from her coma Jason struggles with the fact that she does not remember what happened, but anguishes with the idea that she believes their unborn child belongs to her ex. Jason soon realizes the terrorists vow to get her back to claim their secrets locked in her memory, no matter what the cost. In a race against time, Jason and Mercy struggle to fight their attraction, and put their differences aside, as they launch a manhunt to save their country and each other.
 

 


Sunday, November 18, 2012

What's your favorite weapon of choice for your character? Sandra Jones tells us which one she likes and why.



I want to welcome Sandra Jones to my site today. She is writing about what fascinates her about weapons.


Choose Your Weapons

What’s your favorite weapon?

I’ve always been fascinated with weapons and people with the skills to use them. I’ve done a little target practice with various guns, but not enough to be an expert. Archery fascinates me, too. But I most admire people who can wield a sword.

I’m a sucker for a hero with a sword. One of my first memories of going to the movie theater was when my parents took me to see Zorro in black and white, and I was smitten at once. There’s just something about the power and dexterity it takes to wield a sword that I find attractive. My favorite sword movies are: The Princess Bride, The Count of Monte Cristo, Zorro (with Antonio Banderas), and The Phantom of the Opera.

I’m jealous of schools that offer fencing as an activity, because I would’ve loved learning how to do that!

My characters use swords in MOONLIGHT MADNESS, my latest novel, a time-travel romance. The hero is an expert swordsman, and the heroine likens him to a pirate when she first sets eyes on him with the weapon.





 Official Blurb for Moonlight Madness

While visiting Wales, Rance Kingsley, Viscount Waldenham, receives a warning that his daughter will soon be kidnapped by Spanish enemies. Before he can aid her, Rance tumbles into a mysterious portal to the future. His only hope is to find his soulmate, the key to returning. However his curse continues when all signs point to Tess Hartman, a straight-laced teacher, as his match. After a cheating boyfriend, the only male Tess wants in her life is Dante, a troubled teen she would like to adopt. To bond with the boy, Tess brings him on a class field trip to Britain. But the Shakespeare experience becomes too real when sexy, eccentric Rance seduces her. When Tess falls for Rance's kisses and travels with him across four centuries, she's convinced he's made a mistake. How could she love a man who deceived her, separating her from everything she cares about, a man with MOONLIGHT MADNESS?

Excerpt
“Thou art madder than I. Or mayhap more brave. The lightning.” Rance pointed to the roiling sky above.
He held his open doublet over their heads, blocking out some of the rain at his back.
The sight of him, so thoughtful, damp and sexy, set off seismic tremors in her stomach. An earthy masculine scent, his scent, drifted down from the doublet, and its warmth wrapped around her.
“Danté came back inside,” he told her. “Mayhap the rain will be gone soon. Probably by the time we reach the castle if we leave now.”
She couldn’t possibly spend another moment with this much temptation. Already, her fingers curled at her sides, craving to reach out and touch his rippling body, so plainly visible beneath the damp shirt.
She took a deep bracing breath. “Kiss me.”
“What?” Rance’s expression froze.
“I said kiss me. Now before I change my mind.” She tucked her dripping hair behind her ears and stared up at him in challenge. “You said if I kissed you you’d leave me alone. So kiss me, and then you can go on your way. I’m calling off the trip to Chepstow Castle. I’m soaked and the rain’s not letting up. You can call a taxi to come get you, and you could be back at the theater before the next performance.”
“I did say as much, but art thou sure? Is that what you want, what you truly want?” His gaze dropped to her mouth before floating back up to her eyes. A slight frown formed between his brows.
“Yes. Let’s be done. If all you’re after is a kiss, then do it already—”
His lips stopped hers, cutting off her words and stealing her breath.

Moonlight Madness is available now on Kindle. All others January 18, 2013.

Sandra Jones is the author of time-travel, paranormal, and historical romances published by Avon Impulse and The Wild Rose Press. She’s worked as a bookseller and a librarian, where she indulged in her love of old books.

When not researching or writing, she enjoys being with family, reading, and watching British TV. A self-proclaimed history geek, she currently lives in a 1905 Greek revival home in the Mississippi Delta. Sandra loves to hear from her readers: visit her website www.sandrajonesromance.com

Do you know how to use a weapon? What’s your favorite weapon?





Friday, November 16, 2012

How I fought the comma and won


How I fought the comma and won.
How do I love the comma, let me count the ways. Don’t worry it will be a short list. When I started to write I thought I knew everything I needed to know to put together a great story. Boy was I wrong. The Comma defeated me. I either had too many, didn’t have enough or put them in the wrong place. I was so aggravated, but soon took control. It looked so cute and very useful but it had an evil side.







Its been over 30 years since I took an English class and I work in the medical field, so no comma’s needed. I dictate, someone else types it out. I knew I needed help but it had to be simple, I am old. So I went back to the beginning. What is a comma?

A punctuation mark ( , ) used to indicate a separation of ideas or of elements within the structure of a sentence.
OK, that makes sense, right? Well it did until I started reading all the rules, and there are a lot of rules. So I needed it simplified. Here are the basic uses of a comma.
1. Use a comma to separate the elements in a series.
2. Use a comma + a little conjunction(and, but, for, nor, yet, or, so) to connect two independent causes.
3. Use a comma to set off introductory elements.
4. Use a comma to separate coordinate adjectives.
5. Use a comma to set off quoted elements
6. Use a comma to avoid confusion.



Then there are basic rules for using a comma.

1. Between Items in a Series. When you are listing three or more items in a sentence, simply place a comma between each member of the list.

2. Between Two Sentences

3. To Attach Words to the Front or Back of Your Sentence.

Ok, now my head was spinning. How was I going to get this straight?


I needed to master the comma. Then I found comma’s made easy. Simple facts that were written in English.

Memorize these!
Rule 1: Use a comma to separate two main clauses linked with a conjunction (for, and, or, so, but, nor, yet).
We came to class, but everyone had gone home.
Rule 2: Use between introductory element and subject.
Since no one was there, we decided to go over to the Sub for coffee.
Rule 3: Use a comma to separate unnecessary information from restof the sentence.
Cheryl, my roommate, got a lattebecause it is her favorite drink.
Rule 4: Use a comma to separate items in a series:
Cheryl bought a chocolate donut, a cinnamon bun, three donut holes, and two twists.
Rule 5: Use to separate a list of adjectives.
the soft, white, fluffy inside of the chocolate-glazed, sprinkle-covered donut delighted me

Now those are rules I can understand, and use. I now have a love hate relationship with the comma. It loves to hate me but I’m starting to win him over, and so can you.





Guardians of hope, book I
Rescued from the Dark, Set to be released February, 16th 2013

Published through Black Opal Books
BLURB:
What if you woke from a nightmare, trapped in a world of darkness, with no memory of how you got there? Rescued from the Dark is a passionate, gripping story about FBI agent, Jason Michaels, confronting his duty to his country, and struggling with his feelings for a woman with no memory of their love.
Undercover Agent,Jason Michaels, infiltrates the terrorist cell and risks everything, even his life, to save the FBI intern who stole his heart, then walked away. Once Mercy wakes from her coma Jason struggles with the fact that she does not remember what happened, but anguishes with the idea that she believes their unborn child belongs to her ex. Jason soon realizes the terrorists vow to get her back to claim their secrets locked in her memory, no matter what the cost. In a race against time, Jason and Mercy struggle to fight their attraction, and put their differences aside, as they launch a manhunt to save their country and each other.

Lynda Kaye Frazier
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