Wednesday, May 29, 2013

My World MS Day Motto is...











I know it's not MS Monday but it is a special awareness day that I want to celbrate on my blog.

Today is National MS day and the theme is:
What’s Your Motto?
 
 
We all have mottos that we live our lives by. “What’s your motto?” aims to inspire us all with personal mottos related to overcoming obstacles and dealing with the adversity posed by MS.
My Mottos I have, as I help my sister with her battles are:
"Fighting to win one step at a time", and
"I may stumble but I won't stop."
I will continue to help my sister everyday with her fight to walk and I won't stop supporting this society until we find a new drug therapy that will halt the destruction the desease does, or a cure that will banish it from our lives.
 
Thank you for stopping by and if you want to read more about my sisters journey and my fight to aid in a cure follow my blog and read my posts every monday.
 
Even if you don't have MS we all have obstacles in our life. What's your Motto that gets you through the day?

Tuesday, May 28, 2013

What's coming next

I decided to venture outside my Suspense comfort zone and write a YA story.

If I Knew Then

Angel dreamed of a life of freedom. One filled with love that didn't come with a price.  She fought against the pain until he entered her life. Can he give her what she needs to let go of the past or will he leave her with a bigger challenge that will change her future?

 Blurb


Angel fought to keep her family safe from the evil that threatened to destroy her. She made sure she was always the one in front of her sisters when her Mother yielded her wrath. Keeping the danger that surrounded them a secret to lesser the blow she lived a lie that everyone believed, except for one. He was her only source of happiness until one day he was gone. With nothing left and no one to turn to  she must outrun her past, and overcome the secret that she fights to hide, before her Mother destroys everything she has left to hold on to. 

Here is a little teaser from chapter three. It gives you a window into Angels hell she calls home.  

“Angel, please wake up.”  Angel shot up in her bed to find her sisters huddled together on the edge of her bed. Their tear stained faces, and faint whimpering, made her cringe with fear.
“Get in my closet and don’t say a word. I’ll fix this and come back when its over, I promise.”  She got her sisters set and swallowed past the lump in her throat as a loud crash echoed up from downstairs. Shit, she’s up. Angel’s heart raced as she rushed down the stairs. The coffee table was on its side and her Mother was on the floor in a bed of broken glass. Her heart dropped as she bent over the motionless body.
“Mom, Mom, are you okay?” Tears burned her eyes as she fought to hold them back, then a faint moan sent a chill up her spine. “Don’t move. I’m going to get you up.” She inched over the shattered glass and lifted her mother. The slivers stabbed at her feet as she moved her mother to the couch. Her mother lifted her head and her eyes were beet red. Angel ran to the kitchen and grabbed a wet dish towel. When she got back she knelt before her and brushed the shards off her pants and peeled back the blanket she was wrapped in. It kept her from being cut and Angel blew out a deep sigh of relief.
“Stay here and I’ll clean this up.” She patted her mom’s knee and stood just as her mom raised her foot, shoving her onto the broken table. She threw her hands out to catch her fall and broken glass slit through her palms and knees as she landed.
“Look at what you did. How clumsy can you be Angel? Get this mess cleaned up and get that blood out of the carpet before morning. What is your dad going to think about you stumbling around in the dark, tripping over the furniture? I’ll have to tell him you were drinking again. You know how bad that will make him feel. His precious not as perfect as he tells everyone.”
Her slurred words and acid tone burned away any compassion left inside of Angel. She stayed in the middle of the glass as her mother stumbled past her. The vibration from her slamming door was a welcome sound and she let her tears fall. She just wanted to curl up somewhere and make this all end but she had to get up to her sisters, let them know it was okay. She opened her eyes and looked at the pool of blood beneath her hand. The throbbing raced up her arm and her head started to spin as the room went dark.

Rough draft, no editing done yet, but it shows her Mom will not win any Mother of the year awards.  Let me know what you think.

A hint into the second book of my Guardians of Hope Series,

 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 FBI's Counterintelligence Department, races to save his daughter, Tracy, as she escapes from her captives for one Last Chance to Run.

Blurb:

Ron Daily gave everything he had to the FBI. The agency was his life, the only family he had left since his daughter died. Then his world came crashing in around him the day he found out the terrorist cell he had devoted his career to destroy took revenge upon him and staged her death. She was alive.
Jake loved Tracy and was giving up his career for her the day she died. Now he must face his past to fight the demons that have her, with or without her father’s approval.
Tracy Kingsley dreamed of a happy life to only wake in a nightmare. After years of being locked up and beaten she makes a deal that buys her time. A deal that would destroy her family if they ever found out.  

In a race across international waters Jake and Ron must put their differences aside and go against the agency they both call family to save the one woman whom they both love. As obstacles mount, and secrets from the past  come back to haunt them they struggle to save Tracy from a terrorist cell that vows to get back what’s theirs at any cost.

Excerpt:
Tracy bolted upright in bed. Her heart pounded in her ears and she was drenched in sweat. Her eyes darted around as she frantically searched the room. With her chest on fire, she fought to catch her breath. Her eyes focused, and she groaned. Damn nightmare.     
She dropped back onto her pillow and stared at the ceiling.  She’d been held captive for over two years now. During that time she’d memorized every crack and chip in the gray paint on the ceiling and walls that surrounded her.  She clenched her hands and rubbed her throbbing ring finger on her left hand. The knuckle was crooked, and the nail had a permanent crack in it. One of her many badly healed injuries from the failed attempts at escaping. She remembered how beautiful her hand had looked after Jake placed the ring on it.
Tracy blinked hard to fight back the tears. Two long years. Did he still remember her, still love her? It didn't matter, not anymore. He probably moved on, which is what she wanted him to do. What she needed him to do. In spite of her tight control a tear trailed down her cheek. She rubbed it away with the back of her hand. Their time was over. He must never find out what she had done, he wouldn't understand. No one would. She squeezed her eyes shut. So much wasted time and too many tears shed on a dream that would never happen. Her time was running out. She could feel it. If she was going to make her move, it had to be soon. Tracy’s eyes snapped open, no not soon, now. She sat up and threw her legs over the side of the bed.  The pain shot from her hip down her leg. She wasn't sure if it was from the initial accident or the beating she received after her last escape. It didn't matter anymore. Dex was due back any day, and if she wanted to run again it had to be soon. She knew she was in Ireland, just not sure where. He made his demands clear before he left, and she would rather die than do what he wanted. A shiver ran down her spine as she pushed herself up off the bed. She straightened and shook off the feeling of dread that engulfed her. Just as she stepped away the door flew open and slammed against the wall. Jumping back she gasped. No it can't be.

The first book in my Guardians of Hope Series:

Rescued from the Dark, published through Black Opal Books released February 16, 2013.




She has no memory of their love...
Kidnapped by terrorists and sent into a drug-induced coma, FBI intern Mercy Kingsley awakes with no memory of her ordeal—or the intimate interlude that got her pregnant. Convinced her child was fathered by her ex-fiance, she walks away from the only man she has ever loved, determined to make things work with her ex, a man the FBI suspects is implicated in her abduction.

He knows the truth, but no one will listen...
FBI undercover Agent Jason Michaels remembers what Mercy can’t and those memories are breaking his heart. Forced to keep his distance from his lover and their unborn child, Jason risks his life to protect Mercy from a cell of international terrorists who want the secrets locked in her memory and have vowed to get them, no matter the cost. Can Jason convince Mercy to trust him until she remembers their past, or will he lose her to a man who’ll trap her in a nightmare world of darkness from which there is no escape?





Thanks for stopping by and I hope you enjoyed reading what keeps me up at night.
Until Next time.  : )
Lynda



Monday, May 27, 2013

Happy Memorial Day

 Today I give thanks to all those who gave up their life, time and family so that we can have a safe place to call home.  As a mother of three children serving in today's military I know the sacrifices they make everyday.



 So I pass this rose on to their families who also make sacrifices as they stay behind. It's hard to play both parents as they take care of the children. It's hard for parents to watch holidays and birthdays pass with an empty seat at the table, but its just a small price that families pay as our family members serve to keep us safe.


I will continue with my MS Monday next week as today goes out to our fine Military men and women.
So stop back again soon.
Thanks
Lynda

Sunday, May 19, 2013

MS Mondays









My blog will be dedicated to my family's fight against MS every Monday.

My sister, Laura Semanisan

















was diagnosed in 2006 and has struggled everyday since.

 This is how our family feels as we watch her struggle to walk across the living room floor with her cane.
But she keep smiling and says that as long as she can walk she is having a great day. This very active girl who use to fight to get everything she needed to do, with working a full time job and working full time at her home landscaping business, done everyday now smiles if she can get across the room floor without tripping. She has just one motto.

So we won't either. Stop by every Monday for a a little inspiration from my sister. She will make you rejoice about the little things in your life like doing yard work, and working in your garden.  
Thing we take for granted and she wishes she could.

Until next time.
Lynda



Tuesday, May 7, 2013

Hackers beware....

We are so dependent on technology today with our smart phones, smart tablets, and just plain smart tech toys.  
 Its made our lives easier with mainstreaming our mail, social networks, books, everything we will ever need we carry in our hand, until someone invades our privacy and shuts us down.


Hacked, what a frightful word and one that shut me down for 8 days. I woke to many distraught messages of a virus in my e-mail. I did everything I thought I was supposed to do but it was too late. It released a virus that ate through my computer, attacking all my files. I felt lost. I had no way to contact anyone because all my information was locked inside my computer.
After painstakingly going through everything, then re-loading my computer software I am finally back up and running, just without a lot of my files and programs.  I researched for the best virus scan and feel I got one that will be with me 24 hours a day to stop anything from trying to attack me again.

I am going to re-vamp my blog. I will have new posts with surprise guests and prizes to be won so check back for more details on my new book, Rescued from the Dark. And for updates on the progress of the new books I'm writing.  My next suspense, Last Chance to Run and my YA, If I knew then.  :)

Available now through Amazon and Barnes & Noble




Friday, May 3, 2013

The Romance Troupe Beltane Blitz day 3

Welcome to The Romance Troupe Beltane Blitz day 3! It's a blog hop, e-party, and giveaway! Lots of ways to win!
  Each time you visit a blog and leave a comment with your email address and you increase your chances to win.
For prize details and scavenger hint questions go to: http://www.theromancetroupe.blogspot.com


 Beltane is a celebration of fertility, and despite that it's a perfectly natural aspect of the human existence, let's face it -- some parents may not always be comfortable discussing the erect phallus of the god or the open womb of the goddess with their young children, especially teenagers.

I'm writing a YA story called, If I Knew Then.
Its a story of self discovery and how a teenager overcomes abuse, heartache and devastating loss. 
Here's an excerpt:





The icy handle stuck to Angel’s wet hand as she tugged the door open. She sucked in a breath and winced as the pain shot across her ribs. They said time heals all wounds, well they were wrong. This shit sucks. Once I graduate I’m so out of here. Her arms ached under the weight of the box so she shifted it over to the left, and rested it on her hip. Damn, now my hip will have a bruise that will match the one across my back.  She shoved the stage door open and kicked it shut behind her, cringing as her entrance echoed through the empty theater.
“How many times have I told you not to slam that door?”   Alice said, mocking their mother’s voice.
She stifled back a laugh. “Yah whatever, get off your ass and help me. I’ve moved all the boxes but one, and that ones for you.”
“Oh, I’m telling mom you swore.” Alice crossed her arms across her chest and stuck her lip out like a three year old. How mature.  “You’re supposed to be watching me, not using me as slave labor.”  Alice was three years younger, and the favorite. Their mother’s favorite. She glared down at Alice’s smug face as her smile widened as she propped her feet up on headrest of the seat in front of her. Angel knew slapping her would have more consequences than she could take right now so she gritted her teeth and dropped the box of costumes in the isle beside her sister.
“Pull these out so I can see which ones will work for us while I go get the last box.”  Angel pulled the box open as her sister bent over and pulled out a few of the old costumes.
“I’m not wearing any of these. They look like Grandma’s curtains. Why do we have to do this anyway?” Alice threw the dresses back in the box and folded her arms in front of her. Angel had about all she could take.
“You know we do the intermission show every year, now find one you like and stop being such a damn baby. Or do you want me to tell mom what you really do during piano practice?”  When Alice’s eyes widened Angel knew she had her. Locking the door and napping when you’re suppose to be practicing Beethoven was really frowned upon with the Nuns, and with Mom. Mom had high hopes that one of her daughters would become a classical pianist.
Not me, I’m going to college for art. It’s my ticket out of this town. Her footsteps echoed as she stomped up the isle and back to the door. She reached for the handle and the door flew open. She slammed against the wall and her head cracked against the concrete blocks. Stars flashed before her eyes and she squeezed them shut to stop the throbbing. She swallowed to stifle the scream that threatened to break loose and opened her eyes to see the door, pinning her to the wall. Her back was on fire as the spasm raced through her. She slowed her breathing and the spasm stopped. Her anger raged as she shoved the door but it was caught in mid-swing.
“What in the hell do you think you’re…”  Angel froze as a head peeked around the door. He was gorgeous. His blonde curly hair fell down past his ears and his eyes were the brightest blue she had ever seen. 
“Oh hell, my bad, are you okay?”  His deep voice sent chills up her arms.
She couldn’t move. She just wanted to stare. But she didn’t want to look like an idiot. She blinked and looked towards the other guys standing beside him. They were Michael Deaton and Dave Hicks. A year older but she had a few classes with them. When she realized they were laughing at her, her face heated up. What a bunch of jerks.
 

 

Wednesday, May 1, 2013

The Romance Troupe Beltane Blitz, day 1

Welcome to The Romance Troupe Beltane Blitz! It's a blog hop, e-party, and giveaway! Lots of ways to win!
Click on the blog link below and enter to win individual blog prizes at each participating site. Plus there will be two grand prizes! Each time you visit a blog and leave a comment with your email address, you increase your chances to win.
For prize details and scavenger hint questions go to: http://www.theromancetroupe.blogspot.com

 What is Beltane?
 Depending on your particular tradition, there are many different ways you can celebrate Beltane, but the focus is nearly always on fertility. It's the time when the earth mother opens up to the fertility god, and their union brings about healthy livestock, strong crops, and new life all around.

In Rescued from the Dark we have two people who welcome new life, but not without a lot of road blocks on their way.



This is a story about an FBI agent, Jason Michaels who goes undercover with the Irish Mob to get information on their gun smuggling ring. While on assignment he realizes they have joined forces with a known terrorist group manufacturing drugs. He searches for information to tie the two together when he finds out they have kidnapped a fellow agent and the only girl he has ever loved. Jason soon realizes their using Mercy to perfect their dosage and that his cover has been blown. He knows he has to save her so takes off a  journey that will take him up against his enemies, peers and the Agency that he loves, but willing to give up to bring Mercy back to him.


Blurb:

She has no memory of their love...
Kidnapped by terrorists and sent into a drug-induced coma, FBI intern Mercedes Kingsley awakes with no memory of her ordeal—or the intimate interlude that left her pregnant. Convinced her child was fathered by her ex-fiancĂ©, she walks away from the only man she has ever loved, determined to make things work with her ex, a man the FBI suspects is implicated in her abduction.


He knows the truth, but no one will listen...
FBI undercover agent Jason Michaels remembers what Mercy can’t and those memories are breaking his heart. Forced to keep his distance from his lover and their unborn child, Jason risks his life to protect Mercy from a cell of international terrorists who have vowed to get the secrets locked in her memory, no matter the cost. Can Jason convince Mercy to trust him until she remembers their past, or will he lose her to a man who will trap her in a nightmare world of darkness from which there is no escape?

 EXCERPT:
An explosion ricocheted behind Jason Michael’s eyes as the pressure mounted in his head. The rush of panic consumed him. He struggled to move, tried to swallow, but nothing. His throat burned as the flames engulfed his lungs. He needed to breathe but couldn’t. Shit. He strained to make out the muffled voice, 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 dampened and his heartbeat slowed as the drums subsided, then the voice became clear.
“Give it to him now you son of a bitch. What were you thinking? We still need him.”
In a split second, Jason sucked in a breath, causing stabbing pains to shoot through his chest. Every muscle fiber burned as the cold blast of air shot through his lungs releasing the oxygen his body craved. He arched his back, raising his chest up to pull in more air when his head snapped to the side and the crack from his neck echoed in his ears. The pain ripped through his jaw, racing across his cheekbone. Before he could gather his senses, intense burning set his face on fire. What the hell?
The slap against his cheek stung, and his eyes snapped open. He wrenched upright, hitting his head on the roof of the SUV. His gaze 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. Jason could not blow his cover, even if it meant he would die as David Logan and not Jason Michaels.
“You’re finally awake, my boy. We almost lost you,” Shaun cold, emotionless laugh caused Jason’s blood to boil. “You stopped breathing, I think. It’s hard to tell with this new stuff. I hope you’re not too injured. We’ve got work to do.”
Jason’s vision blurred, but his other senses were sharp. Shaun had known exactly what the drug would do and the burn in Jason’s throat was a harsh reminder. Shaun’s sarcastic tone spoke volumes to him. He was evil and did not play by anyone’s rules but his own. Jason had spent the last two months undercover, playing their games and doing their dirty work to buddy up tight to this family. He’d earned his spot with Thomas Flanagan, but his son Shaun had issues trusting anyone, even his own father.
Jason’s anger burned inside of him, but he couldn’t afford to make mistakes, not now. He was too close. It’s time to step it up, but first the drugs had to stop. He rubbed his aching jaw with one hand, clenching his other into a fist to hide his visible shaking. He had to get control of this game before he lost everything.



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