Sneak Off and Read: Lines about SEX, #RSsos #RomSuspense

#OneLineSunday by #RSsos Lines about SEX for a spicy start to your week. Enjoy!


A_Taming_SeasonsmallWhen he was sure she was asleep, he whispered, “I’ve had sex with dozens of women in my life, Zoe girl. But until tonight, I never knew what it meant to make love.”

Claire Gem


ASeasonforKillingBlondes_w9101_750 (2)He stared, his blue eyes widening in surprise and something else I couldn’t quite define. Amusement. Anticipation. Maybe even lust.

Joanne Guidoccio


She wove her fingers through his damp hair, her torso arching over his. Soon everything became a swirl of heat, lilac, salt, and pleasure.

Jeannie Hall


KathrynJane_DanceWithMe_800pxHey, handsome. The sleepy, sexy edge to her voice made him wish he was there to wrap around her. Breathe in her scent.

Kathryn Jane


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Who needed cigarettes after sex? She had a sexy blues musician serenading her in bed, wearing nothing but his boxers and a smile.

S.A. Taylor
A Twisted Fate (work in progress)


Well, if she were honest, she didn’t regret making love, which had been awesome, rainbows, butterflies, mountaintops, and the symphony all rolled into one.

Marsha West


Sharon WrayHe could almost smell her lavender scent, feel the softness of her skin when his fingers skimmed over her breasts, across her stomach, down her thighs. He punched the shower wall and leaned his forehead against the tile while the water eased from hot to cold. But he barely noticed.

Sharon Wray
When Next We Meet (work in progress)


There was probably something wrong with him, but the thrill he got out of having complete control over his subjects filled his body with adrenaline, made his blood rush to his extremities, and turned him rock hard. Way better than sex.

Jacquie Biggar


51ujnuq5lxlShe was the only woman who’d ever made him feel valued, respected and understood. He wouldn’t trade that for anything, even sex.

Sam Bradley w/a McKenna Sinclair


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Sneak Off and Read: Lines about LOVE, #RSsos #RomSuspense

#OneLineSunday by #RSsos Lines about  LOVE for a wonderful start to your week. Enjoy!


51ujnuq5lxlHe’d never been in love. He wouldn’t know it if he fell over it.

Sam Bradley w/a McKenna Sinclair


A_Taming_Seasonsmall“Good evening, lovers everywhere, and welcome to Jason’s Lair. I’m here tonight to take your requests and dedications, and to hear your heartaches.”

Claire Gem


ASeasonforKillingBlondes_w9101_750 (2)It was almost impossible to have a conversation with Sofia or Roberto. They moved about as a unit, and Roberto would often touch her hair or squeeze her arm.

Joanne Guidoccio


author-jeannie“Your Ian, he has suffered for you, he would die for you. That’s what love is.”

Jeannie Hall
A Midnight Clear (work-in-progress)


KathrynJane_DanceWithMe_800px“God, I’ve missed you,” he whispered, while he folded her into his arms and rocked her from side to side.  Tucked in under his chin, she inhaled the scent of the man she’d loved forever.

Kathryn Jane


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“I love you as much as my first cup of coffee.”

I laughed through the tears streaming down my face. “That means a lot given how much you love coffee.”

S.A. Taylor
Follow Me (work in progress)


Oh, no. Loved. She’d thought love in connection with Josh. She couldn’t have let herself fall in love with this man, could she?

Marsha West


Sharon WrayHis heartbeat stuttered at the very thought of losing her, of knowing he’d never see her again, never touch her again. Her death was an impossibility he couldn’t process, while his own would be a welcomed relief.

Sharon Wray
When Next We Meet (work in progress)


TemporarilyInsane_w10205_750 coverI loved clothes. I especially loved expensive clothing I’d purchased at bargain prices, which qualified me as a pro-shopper—my take on the crimson badge of courage.

Vicki Batman


14ce5-162b-2bsilver2bbells2bby2bjackquie2bbiggarHe’d always pictured love as akin to being hit with a ton of bricks. This was more like landing on a bed of goose down.

Jacquie Biggar


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Sneak Off and Read: Lines about MOOD, #RSsos #RomSuspense

#OneLineSunday by #RSsos Lines about  FEAR for a moody start to your week. Enjoy!


jacquiebiggar_thebeastwithin_800px“You’re in a good mood today. What happened, you get laid?”

Jacquie Biggar


51ujnuq5lxlAJ was still in a sullen mood. She snuggled against him and put her arm around him.

Sam Bradley w/a McKenna Sinclair


ASeasonforKillingBlondes_w9101_750 (2)“Things will only get worse.” Head down, she continued to cry into her handkerchief.

Joanne Guidoccio


author-jeannieThe handcuffs bit into Hannah Barker’s wrists, making them twinge in discomfort. Shivering, she blinked at the gray utilitarian wall of the interrogation room as the coldness of the metal chair seeped through the thin fabric of her business suit. Anxiety choked her.

Jeannie Hall
A Midnight Clear (work-in-progress)


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The chorus of Sheryl Crow’s, Soak up the Sun, blared through Andie’s ear buds and mirrored her mood, happy and confident.

S.A. Taylor
Shutter (work in progress)


Kelly’s mind drifted off, and the sound of shattering glass re­sounded in her head, blocking out the music. Not to mention that Josh’s expectation she move in with him, completely knocked her off kilter.

Marsha West


Sharon WrayDark clouds had snuffed out the stars she hated but she looked up anyway. The heavens seemed hundreds of miles away. Unreachable and unattainable.

Sharon Wray
When Next We Meet (work in progress)


TemporarilyInsane_w10205_750 cover“Not hardly. However, I am considering a mood enhancer after our meeting.”

Vicki Batman


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Poppies and Poetry Move Me

canva-poppies-stringI cannot tell you how many times I was given the assignment to memorize, In Flanders Fields. Seems to me it was every November, throughout grade school!

Sadly, when I tried to remember it just a few days ago, I could only recall a few lines, but thanks to Google, I was able to quickly pull it up for a refresher.

It’s a lovely poem with a sound both sober and lilting–if that’s possible–perhaps because it takes me back to childhood. And while I always hated getting called on to recite it in front of the class, I always liked the way I felt when I said the words. Even now, when I read it out loud, it echoes in my heart.

So this November 11th, known here in Canada as Remembrance Day, I give to you, In Flanders Fields.

 

IN FLANDERS FIELDS

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place: and in the sky
The larks still bravely singing fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the dead: Short days ago,
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved: and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foecanva-poppies
To you, from failing hands, we throw
The torch: be yours to hold it high
If ye break faith with us who die,
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields

By Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae  

 


Author Kathryn Jane,  loves poppies, poetry, people, and cats!

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Sneak Off and Read: Lines about FEAR, #RSsos #RomSuspense

#OneLineSunday by #RSsos Lines about  FEAR for a suspensful start to your week. Enjoy!


TemporarilyInsane_w10205_750 coverMy heart stopped. A fear-ridden, deep gulp clogged my throat.

Vicki Batman


jacquiebiggar_thebeastwithin_800pxJulie lay on the ground, her cameraman, Rudy, standing with a bloody knife over her prone body. His skin went icy with a fear like he’d never known.

Jacquie Biggar


51ujnuq5lxlFear stabbed him in the gut. His expression changed in quick succession from anticipation, to confusion, to dread.

Sam Bradley w/a McKenna Sinclair


ASeasonforKillingBlondes_w9101_750 (2)My heart started beating at an alarmingly fast rate. I was suddenly afraid and desperate for any means of escape.

Joanne Guidoccio


KathrynJane_DanceWithMe_800pxShe was afraid to sleep, to give up the last of her control. But that too was taken from her when the agent beside her slipped a tiny pill between her lips and unconsciousness descended slowly enough to be terrifying.

Kathryn Jane


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I was paralyzed with fear. My knees knocked into each other, and my teeth chattered with such force I was afraid I’d chip one in the process.

S.A. Taylor
Follow Me (work in progress)


She opened the door, but jerked to a stop at sounds of glass shattering coming from the bathroom. A scream escaped her throat and a hand flew up to her mouth to keep in another one.

Marsha West


Sharon WrayJuliet curled up in a ball and wheezed out short, hammered breaths. She wanted to throw up and fade away.

Sharon Wray
When Next We Meet (work in progress)


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Why write short stories?

More importantly, why write holiday short stories?

I cut my teeth by writing short stories. I hadn’t tried until my RWA chapter friend and I joined forces to critique each other’s work. She asked me to read very short stories, like less than 1,000 words to sub to Women’s World magazine. Feeling a little out of my comfort zone, I thought can I do this, but said yes!

Am I glad I did!

I read six of her stories in a row and all of the sudden, a rhythm, a pattern developed in my head. I jotted down ideas and when back to them to explore. Some exploded into a story with the pattern there to guide it. Eventually, I created a few of my own shorts which came in over 1,000 words. I subbed to the True magazines and sold thirteen of them.

Here’s what my head knows:

  1. Beginning
  2. Middle
  3. Black Moment
  4. The End

We all know a bang-up beginning hooks a reader into reading more. The main characters and setting are introduced. In a short story, pretty quickly we reach a dilemma to be resolved.

In the middle, there’s relationship building if the story is a romantic one. Problems are created and lead the reader to…

The black moment. All is lost. The relationship. The problem is dire.

Then we have the scenes which resolve everything leading us to The End and a Happy Ever After.

Does this sound rather simplistic? Many people say they can’t write short. I found with the word count limitation, I learned how to write shorter. Which scenes really make the story move forward. Which adjectives and adverbs (yes, I use them) are the best. Or maybe there is something more appropriate to use.

Which leads us to…

My new holiday romantic comedy short story, “The Littlest Angel,” from the Season of Promises anthology. I have a tree-topper that is totally precious and I looked at her one day and said, “I want to write a story with you in it.”

So I did.

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Bright and early on Saturday morning, I walked along the aisle at my favorite flea market on the Sommerville fairgrounds, pausing to look at special goodies that caught my eye. I halted when I saw a woman ahead of me stoop in front of a table and drag a box to her feet. She reached inside the ragged cardboard container and pulled out something I knew deep within my heart was what I’d been hoping to find for several years—a little Christmas angel.

Please. Please don’t take her. Please don’t.

When I was a small child, my family’s next-door neighbor gave my mother an angel fashioned from a craft kit. The body was formed from a Styrofoam egg-shape. The hands and feet were smaller versions, cut in half. Her head was round. The limbs were attached to the body with furry, fleshy pink pipe cleaners. A round red sequin made her mouth. An even tinier one was pinned on for her nose. And silver lashes were glued in place for her eyes. White pincurls covered her head and silver wings were attached to her back.

For many, many years, I coveted this angel. When my mom switched to another tree-topper, I’d begged for the first, but she’d said no. I was disappointed, but thought, perhaps Mom’s sentiments, a letting go of her friend who’d passed two years prior, made her reluctant to give me the doll. I got that.

However, one day, I discovered she had given it to my sister instead of me. Saddened, my heart cracked in two, and when I asked Mom why, she said she’d forgotten I wanted the ornament and apologized.

I knew the angel didn’t mean as much to my sibling as she did to me. For a while, I resented my mother and my sister.

Such is life. And thus began my quest.

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Find Season of Promises at: https://www.amazon.com/Season-Promise-Merry-Holly-ebook/dp/B01LQUP9AS/

 

Happy reading!

 

 

Starting #NaNoWriMo

Never say never.

For years, I’ve been shaking my head whenever the topic of NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) came up. I couldn’t fathom the idea of writing 50,000 words in one month.

Madness…undue stress…why on earth would I subject myself to that kind of torture?

In a podcast with Stephen Campbell, I listed several reasons for not participating and assured him I would take my time writing any future novels. All that changed when I started imagining the plot for A Different Kind of Reunion, Book 3 in the Gilda Greco Mystery Series. Determined to release the book within a year of Book 2, I knew I had to change my m.o. If I continued to work at my present speed, it would take at least two years to write, edit, and release the novel.

nanowrimocrestAnd so I decided to participate in the boot camp that has inspired and motivated hundreds of thousands of participants since the event began in 1999.

Here are some statistics from 2015:

  • 431,626 participants started and completed the challenge.
  • 926 volunteer Municipal Liaisons (leaders) guided 633 regions on six continents.
  • 1,012 libraries, bookstores, and community centers opened their doors to novelists through the Come Write In program.
  • 87% of survey respondents said that NaNoWriMo helped them learn what they can accomplish when determined.

Having made the decision to participate in September of this year, I spent October in prep mode. I signed up for romance author Catherine Chant’s two-week course at the beginning of October: “Prep for NaNoWriMo the Bare Bones Way.” In mid-month, I attended a presentation by award-winning Canadian author, Terry Fallis at the Kitchener Public Library. Terry discussed his chapter-by-chapter outlines and shared other tips that have enabled him to write and release five best-selling novels since 2005.

By the end of October, I had a plot, a rough outline of 28 chapters, and brief descriptions of the twenty-three characters that populate the novel. Find out more here.

I also visited the NaNoWriMo website and read several articles about the process. Knowing myself and my energy levels, I concluded that some of the suggestions wouldn’t work. To keep myself sane and healthy, I have decided to focus on the following practical and doable tips:

  1. Announce your plans. At first, I wanted to keep my involvement secret, but after reading about the positive reinforcement that a support group can provide, I decided to share the news with everyone in my circle. In addition to other writers—online and offline—I also told the non-writers.  I’m looking for encouragement, not advice. Simply asking: “How’s that novel coming along?” will help keep me on track.
  1. Write at peak times. To find a routine that works consistently, I need to write when the muse strikes. Since starting my writing practice in 2008, I have discovered that the following times yield the most creative results: 9:30 a.m. to 11:30 a.m. and 7:00 p.m. to 10:00 p.m.
  1. Work ahead. Sneaking in an extra 300 words (or more) early in the month can build up word counts and compensate for missed days when illness and other commitments affect the quality and quantity of the writing.
  1. Turn off the television and all electronic gadgets during peak creative times  to ensure there are no distractions.
  1. Embrace both linear and non-linear paths. While I prefer to write linearly—one chapter at a time—skipping over to a more interesting scene will help stimulate right-brain thinking.
  1. Relax and TELL. For years, I’ve heard editors and workshop facilitators repeat the mantra: SHOW DON’T TELL. What a relief to focus on getting the scene on paper in any form and then prettying it up later.
  1. Leave notes in the text. Plot and dialogue are my strengths while descriptive detail is one of my weaknesses. Instead of belaboring the setting and other details, leave notes about what’s missing. i.e. Description of waterfront or restaurant. Don’t stop to check the internet for anything.
  1. Journal when stuck. Throughout her course, Catherine Chant recommended journaling about our character’s feelings to elicit more details and move the storyline along. The character could write her response stream-of-conscious style or write a letter describing a problem. Even if the journal entry is edited out of the story, the words still count.
  1. Stop before the ideas run out. At the end of each day’s stint, write a sentence or two about what happens next. This will provide a starting point  for the following day.
  1. Turn off the internal editor. I need to keep in mind Anne Lamott’s advice and “write a crappy first draft.” Forget about spelling, punctuation, and grammar. Don’t delete anything. In short, give myself permission to write badly.

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