Celebrating a Milestone- Anniversary Edition #amwriting #Romance @jacqbiggar

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Celebrating a Milestone

Five years ago, I decided to quit feeling sorry for myself and do something about it. You see, I’d recently moved away from home and was lost and lonely.

But, I had a dream.

One I’d carried in the back of my mind for years. I wanted to write a book. Deciding the genre was the easy part. Romance. I was an avid reader of romance novels. They took me to faraway places, fed my spirit and thrilled my heart.

Yep, romance it was.

Okay, now what?

I had a computer that I used for my bookkeeping, but had no idea how to use it as a writing tool. I needed to learn though, my lefty handwriting was atrocious- that wouldn’t work.

I searched online and found RWA® Romance Writers of America, a group of thousands geared toward helping authors better their craft. I also managed to find a local writing group and gathered up the courage to go to one of their meetings where I immediately felt at home. I joined both and began to take classes to learn the art.

It took time (I’m still a work-in-progress) but finally, FINALLY I published my first book in September of 2014.

Pride.

I could barely contain the excitement blooming in my chest to see a book with MY name on it for sale. But then came the realization. People were going to read it. My heart and soul on those pages and they were all out there– I felt sick.

The reviews trickled in, some good, some not so much, but the addiction was born. I loved to write!

This week I’m celebrating that momentous moment by sharing my first book with you- free!

Jan 11-15

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Excerpt

Nick jogged through the early morning streets, Jake trotting by his side, enjoying the peace and quiet before the town woke for the day. Little songbirds greeted him as he passed a cedar hedge on his way to the park. The air was fresh and cool at this hour. He was glad his strength had returned, his breathing even and stride long. It’d been an uphill battle. For a while after the ambush he’d shut down. Closed everyone out. He wished now he’d made it his business to keep in touch with all his old teammates. The faint sounds of a dog’s bark had Nick looking down at Jake, loping alongside. He’d healed up well, and only flinched at sudden loud noises these days. His hip had taken the brunt of the damage. When the explosion had thrown them, Nick worried he’d need to put him down, but he’d pulled through. Tough mutt.

After his run, he would head over to Sara’s and have a look at those files, see what they were looking at here. Nick had a bad feeling that Tommy boy was into some heavy shit. They needed to solve that first, before there could be a chance for him and Sara.

A sudden sharp pain stabbed him behind the eyes, causing him to falter. Jake whined, sensing his distress. Squinting through slit eyes he spotted a nearby bench, and slumped onto the seat. He pushed a shaky hand through his hair, and then using his thumb and middle finger squeezed in towards his nose, relieving the pressure. “It’s okay, boy. I’m fine. Let’s just take a little break, hmm.” The doctor had explained in excruciating detail while he lay in that hospital in Germany, how lucky he was. The explosion had hit him and sent him flying right up against the stone wall of a nearby house. Shrapnel had gouged a deep line on his forehead, right above his old bullet wound. A centimeter farther to the left and it would have been lights out, of the forever kind. Unfortunately, it’d taken his short-term memory away from him. He’d been told it would come back in dribbles, or one big slam––or maybe not ever. Nice. It angered him that he couldn’t break through the fog to discover the truth of what happened to him and his team. There was something there he could feel it.

He supposed he should be grateful he could remember his childhood, though those memories he could have lived without. Years of mental and physical abuse at the hands of his old man had sent him down nothing but a path of trouble during his high school years. Alcohol, substance abuse, vagrancy, you name it he tried it. His motto had been if you’re not living on the edge, you’re just taking up space.

Then he’d met Kendra in one of the few classes he’d decided to show up for and they’d fallen in love. She’d been the only child of lawyer parents, sweet and innocent. The odds had gone against him when they’d had unprotected sex on a hot summer’s night. She’d gotten pregnant. At least he’d done the right thing and proposed. And though her parents of course hated him, they agreed the marriage should take place. Maybe if they’d stopped it, or if he’d just walked away, Kendra and his son would still be alive today.

They’d been too young, and in the end, it tore them apart. He couldn’t even recall what the fight had been about––no doubt his lack of a ‘respectable’ job. He’d been working at a local garage at the time––all he did remember was getting up to answer the door, only to see two uniforms on the other side. Devastated, blaming himself, he spent the next couple of months shit-faced drunk. Coming out of an alcohol-induced daze one day he saw a poster for enlisting in the marines. Not caring much whether he lived or died at that point, he’d signed up. They sent him to Lackland Airforce Base in San Antonio, where he met Jake. They’d been inseparable ever since.

The searing pressure eased enough for him to open his eyes. Jake sat with his head cocked to the side, his ears laid back in commiseration. Nick nudged him with his knee and gave his sides a good hard rub, Jake groaning his thanks. “Okay, big guy, what do you say to finishing our run?” He’d learned a long time ago that pushing through the pain was often the best medicine.

He had that in common with Sara. She’d gone through both a physical and a mental trauma that would have crushed most. She was doing great, but he bet a violation like that was something from which no woman ever fully recovered.

It humbled him that she had trusted him enough to allow him to make love to her last night. Nick would never hurt a hair on her head, but there was no real way for her to be sure of that. He hoped and prayed no one would ever crush her again, and swore to do everything in his power to make sure of that, starting with Sheridan. If those files contained half of what Sara had intimated they did, he’d need some help. Checking to make sure no one was around, he pulled his cell out of his sweats and made the call.

“Hey, Chief, how are you? It’s Nick, Nickolaus Kelley. Long time, sir, too long. Shit, I’ve missed the team. How’s the whizz kid?” A big grin split his face as he listened to Frank describing Jared’s latest and greatest.

“No kidding, trust Martin to take the term, Land of opportunity, to a whole new level, right?” He laughed. Man, it was good to talk to the chief again. Why did people always let the important ones in their lives fall to the wayside, while they went about the business of life?

He could well believe Jared had almost shut down the strip; the man was scary good with electronics. “I understand that you’re out of the loop these days, sir, but I was hoping I could ask you, and Jared if he’s still with you, for a helping hand. I have a situation here and could really use your input.”

Relief coursed through his veins at the quick response to his plea. “I’ll tell you all about it when you arrive. Tomorrow then, and thanks—Frank.”

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Sneak Off and Read: Lines with the topic, ENCOURAGE #RSsos #RomSuspense

#OneLineSunday by #RSsos Lines with the topic, ENCOURAGE

Interested in reading more? Click on the book covers below for information about the novel and the author.


In an affectionate manner, she patted my arm to convey her support. “Just kidding.” Overcome with sentiment, I let her friendship fill me, making me feel whole again.

Vicki Batman
The Great Fruitcake Bake-off, Whispers of Winter set


“Hang on the me.” Sam tucked herself under the arm braced on the truck and encouraged him to walk. “One step at a time. You can do this.”

Jacquie Biggar


Chris’s compassion and words of encouragement were liberating but the reality was too new, too raw.

Sam Bradley w/a McKenna Sinclair


Wasn’t Medina the one who boasted about sex with no emotional ties? Wasn’t she the one who’d encouraged her to have a fling in the first place?

Claire Gem


I watched, mesmerized, as Sarah went through a familiar Hatha yoga routine. I listened as the familiar voice described each step in detail and gave encouragement along the way.

Joanne Guidoccio


“I would encourage blogging, and I would be adamant that social media is all about positive attitude. I would use it to illustrate the power of kindness, and the joy it can bring others.”

Kathryn Jane


Addie’s gaze glued onto Mike. Jeremy’s did too. “Now, if what you know falls into one of these categories, I encourage you to speak up.”

Marsha West


Nate’s hands encouraged hers to continue exploring, his breath sounded like a low-flying jet. “Sarah.” The way he drawled her name, like a deep yearning, sent shock waves through her body.

Sharon Wray


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sneak Off and Read: Lines with the topic, BELIEVE #RSsos #RomSuspense

#OneLineSunday by #RSsos Lines with the topic, BELIEVE

Interested in reading more? Click on the book covers below for information about the novel and the author.


“I don’t believe Remiel is responsible for this nightmare,” Nate said. “Remiel is a low-level gunrunner who couldn’t strike a deal with a boy scout troop.”

Sharon Wray


I said, “I believe she’s incredibly jealous of my previous wins. I wouldn’t put anything past her to wreck our entry.”

Vicki Batman
The Great Fruitcake Bake-off, Whispers of Winter set


“His career is on the line and I happen to believe in your ability to get him on his skates before the play-offs. Can you do that?”

Jacquie Biggar


I’d never been one to believe in the supernatural: ghosts, or hauntings, or poltergeists. I’d always been the logical one.

Claire Gem


Big Mouse and Little Mouse. I can’t believe their nicknames came to mind so quickly. Such is the power of those early monikers.

Joanne Guidoccio


I’m lighter when I’m around him. He makes me laugh and cry and believe and doubt, and he even makes me angry and sad sometimes.

Kathryn Jane


He wasn’t the most considerate or compassionate person, but a murderer? She’d seen nothing to believe Max could have hurt Joe Sterling, by accident or intent.

S.A. Taylor
Shutter (work in progress)


“You know, Detective Martinez, if I were guilty, I don’t believe I’d be very inclined to cooperate with you. Neither my daughter nor I have anything to do with the gun.”

Marsha West


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

What’s your 2019 word?

by Kathryn Jane

New Year’s Resolutions? Nope, never been a thing for me.

But five or six years ago I stumbled upon the idea of having a word for the year–something to focus on–and I liked it.

Gratitude, Love, Kindness, Smile, and Joy were among my choices between then and now,  and I honestly don’t remember the order except that Joy was last year’s word.

2019 however, became a bit of a conundrum because I just wanted to rehash the old ideas I’d loved so much. They were easy to embrace, and they actually changed how I live my life. They are the backbone of who I am.

But I still needed a new word for this year.

I tossed around be as in, be strong, be real, be me, be bold…. And open, as in open-minded, open-hearted, open to new ideas, open to discussion…

They both seemed to be “good” choices and I could feel righteous with either one of them, but is that what I wanted?

I pondered while the days were counting down, and mentioned my dilemma to a friend who wisely said I shouldn’t worry, because it would come to me when the time was right.

And it did.

This morning, while I was driving through beautiful farmland on my way to feed a colony of feral cats, the word “laughter” popped into my head. I said it out loud, and then I laughed. And laughed again. It was so perfect.

Laughter is wonderful for the soul, and the mind, and according to science, for the body as well. I feel lighter when I laugh. The world seems brighter, and a little laughter often leads to lots more.

So that’s it. My savvy friend was right. What I needed came to me and now I’m looking forward to a  year filled with laughter!

And what about you? Have you chosen your word yet? Please share with us!


Kat loves crisp sunny days, the warm breath of a horse, cats with a sense of humor, the smell of the ocean, and her very own charming prince—in no particular order.   http://kathrynjane.com

 


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