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Weekend Writing Warriors 8-Sentence Sunday
Sunday’s here and so are the Weekend Writing Warriors! Continuing the scene in the coffee shop between Carrie and Liam in Once More From the Top, they’re finally face-to-face after 16 years. She’s determined to maintain her cool, even though inside, she’s a wreck, but his cool is making that impossible… “Mind if I join you?” She shook her head since he was already pulling out the chair opposite hers. When she was finally able to speak, her voice was raspy. “What are you doing here?” “Getting coffee?” She gave an exasperated sigh. “I mean what are you doing in Willow Bay?” “Vacation… with a little work thrown in.” He…
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I’m Being Interviewed!
In anticipation of the release of the first two (count ’em, two!!) novels in The Women of Willow Bay series, I’m answering questions from Liz Flaherty over at Word Wranglers. Come on by and talk to me!
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Weekend Writing Warriors 8-Sentence Sunday
It’s Sunday and you know what that means! Time for another snippet from one of my novels. So we’re still with Carrie in ONCE MORE FROM THE TOP, and she’s still reeling after discovering that the man who’s haunted her dreams for so long is suddenly in Willow Bay. In this scene, she’s sitting in the local coffee shop reading the paper a couple of days after seeing Maestro Liam Reilly for the first time in sixteen years. Of course the big news in the Arts and Entertainment section is…you guessed it… The headline jumped out at her as she shook the Record-Eagle open to the Arts and Entertainment section,…
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Butterflies and Nervous Knots…and Fair Warning
It’s less than a week now before the first two new novels in the Women of Willow Bay series release, and do I need to tell you I’m a basket case? My heart is in my throat and in my socks and then in my throat again. I’m not sleeping much as my brain races through all the things on my list. This feels completely different from how I felt when Rule Number One released, probably because this time, it’s all on me. Indie publishing is uncharted and very scary territory, but it’s exciting and challenging. I’m terrified, yet truly confident that this is the right path for me and…
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Weekend Writing Warriors 8-Sentence Sunday
It’s a new week and a new 8-Sentence Sunday. Continuing in the scene from last week’s snippet, Carrie in Once More From the Top, has figured out that her old friend and teacher was the one who brought Maestro Liam Reilly back into her life. Panic has set in and she confronts Eliot in a hurried and hushed phone call: “You promised,” Carrie choked out the words in a whisper. “You promised me you wouldn’t tell him.” “I haven’t told him a thing.” “Not yet you haven’t; don’t, Eliot, please.” Carrie begged and then hated herself for it. Eliot sighed. “I told you, he can draw the kind of crowd…
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Weekend Writing Warriors 8-Sentence Sunday
I’m switching books on you again! Here’s a snippet from Once More From the Top—Carrie’s story from The Women of Willow Bay series. She’s just seen Maestro Liam Reilly for the first time in 16 years and she’s trying to figure out why on earth he is in Willow Bay. Suddenly it occurs to her that her dear friend and former piano coach, Eliot, may have been responsible. Frantic and furious, she dials him and demands to know if he brought Liam to town and why. Eliot’s response is typically cool and controlled, even though she’s flying apart: “I can see that talking to you tonight is going to be…
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Weekend Writing Warriors 8-Sentence Sunday
We’re here again—yay! Back in the apartment with a very frustrated and turned-on Julie. She’s trying to figure it all out… Sex had reared its frustrating little head again, and I hadn’t been so shocked about anything since the night Charlie dropped dead in my arms. Taking a deep breath, I poured some more wine into my glass and slugged it down. It never occurred to me that I’d desire anyone except my husband. I’d never wanted any man but Charlie, so when he died, I assumed I’d live my life as a widow and one day a grandmother, but never again as someone’s lover. When was the appropriate time…