Sneak Off and Read: Lines about TRUST #RSsos #RomSuspense

#OneLineSunday by #RSsos Lines about TRUST for a great start to the week.


“I don’t want control over you, Mia. Life isn’t fun, if it’s not equal. I tried to help, nothing more. You humiliated me in front of my friends, because you were angry.

Marian Lanouette


Again, he was looking out for her. She just needed to let go of her pride and trust him.

S.A.Taylor
Shutter (work in progress)


“I’d like to trust you, Brett, but I’ve been betrayed before and now again by Franklin. I’m not depending on anyone else ever again.”

Marsha West


“Pete and Nate are good guys,” Juliet said, “and they’re trusting that you are too. So even if you’re not, pretend you are.”

Sharon Wray


Trust her? I don’t know. The same friend who, on occasion, revealed my deepest darkest secrets to all, ultimately embarrassing me?

Vicki Batman


Lesson learned. Never again would Sierra place her trust in a man. It wasn’t worth the heartache.

Jacquie Biggar


She trusted him as much as a cat in a fishbowl.

Sam Bradley w/a McKenna Sinclair


“If you don’t trust me to share your whims, Sis,” Jeri said, a little hiss playing into the S’s, “then we’re not as close as I thought we were.”

Claire Gem


“She’s a slippery one,” he said, raising his eyebrows at me. “I wouldn’t trust her with my money.”

Joanne Guidoccio


“I’m Logan, and believe me, I understand you probably don’t feel like trusting a bunch of strangers, but I promise we’re going to make this right. It’s what we do, Alexandra.”

Kathryn Jane


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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

#OneLineSunday by #RSsos Lines with the topic ENCOURAGE for a great start to the week.


She had encouraged each of us to spend at least five minutes each day in either the Goddess or Wonder Woman pose.

Joanne Guidoccio


At the top of the stairs, between the garage and the living room, Jake reached around Mia to hit the button to lower the outside garage door before closing the connecting door to the house. He’d swear to it, that was his single intention.

Marian Lanouette


With a heart and soul bruised from three months of grieving, I was encouraged by my friend to make the trip abroad. Even my sister in her last moments begged me to follow my heart. But I wasn’t ready yet.

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


Her psychologist had encouraged her participation, seeing it as a way of reclaiming her strength and helping others who’d gone through what she had.

Marsha West


Juliet wanted to be excited for Philip, but she didn’t want the time they spent together to encourage his attentions. They were good friends. She wished he’d remember that.

Sharon Wray


Mom encouraged me to initiate the dancing on the patio. I looked over my quasi-date to assess his—oh, what was a good word?—capabilities.

Vicki Batman


“Tammy-Jo Hawthorne, I love you.” He took encouragement from her startled gasp. “I’ve been a stupid idiot for far too long, but I’m ready to change.”

Jacquie Biggar


Wasn’t she 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


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Pinging Back . . .

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Kathryn Jane’s post from January 8th, The Magic of Story, resonated so much with me that I just had to “ping back” to that topic today. I’m a big fan of Nora Roberts (okay, so she’s my idol, I’ll admit it), and I begin each day by posting one of her quotes on Twitter.

Nora says story is magic. I, like Kat, agree. And it is brilliant.

Many of my own story ideas came to me in the middle of the night, just like the one Kat talked about in her blog here–including my present almost-finished work in progress, CIVIL HEARTS.

In fact, one of the first story ideas I ever had came to me on a sunny, Sunday morning about twelve years ago, when I was lying in bed. Floating in that place between waking and sleeping, the plot, the characters–everything came into my head. I jumped up and ran to my laptop to outline the story before the idea went away.

Unfortunately, this story idea has not yet come to fruition. I say “not yet” because it’s still alive, in multiple forms and variations, in my thoroughly backed up computer files. I’m just not good enough a writer yet to do it justice. It will be, when it happens, my “magnum opus.”

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As for CIVIL HEARTS, the story came to me in the wee hours of a restless night when a memory from my distant past came drifting into my brain like an errant cloud. You see, many years ago we toyed with idea of following some close friends of ours who had moved to Birmingham, Alabama. We even went so far as to go around with a realtor and look at homes in the area.

One of those we visited was an 19th-century antebellum-style home that had been left empty for many years. The house spoke to me. (Was it the house? Or the spirits still living there?)

Now, decades later, those spirits finally found me in Massachusetts, a mere 1200 or so miles away, in the middle of a sleepless night. They whispered in my ear, bringing back my visit to that house, complete with visceral, crystal-clear details: sights, sounds, smells, and a presence.

A “presence” that became the ghost of a Civil War soldier who still lives there . . . in my imagination, and in CIVIL HEARTS.

Coming soon.

Yes, Kat, story is magic. And magic is supernatural. I have another confession to make: sometimes, I get a little creative help from my supernatural friends.

~~~

Claire Gem is an award winning author of contemporary romance & supernatural suspense. You can find out more about her work at her website & on her Amazon Author Page.

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Resolutions/Goals

First, Happy New Year from the Sisterhood of Suspense Blog.  I love new beginnings. The idea of making resolutions or setting goals is exciting to me. As a former educator (are we ever really a former educator?), I believe strongly in the possibility of self-improvement. One way to do that is by setting  Goals

You all know that’s not just saying: “I want to lose weight,” which is wishful thinking at best. Writing down: “I want to lose 20 lbs by May,” that’s a goal. If it’s realistic and you put a plan with that and stick with it, the goal is attainable. That was one of my goals for 2017. Big bomb! Actually, gained a few pounds. ☹ I can rationalize I was still in recovery from my broken ankle and was just going to Pilates once a week instead of twice which I did pre-ankle. However, I just ate whatever I wanted whenever I wanted. For most of us that will guarantee weight gain, especially with limited exercise. LOL

Personal goals I attained for 2017  (I have a file called GOALS on the computer with several years of goals.)

*Walked twice a day with Charley and extra steps to get to 10,000 daily. Only missed a few for the year. Some were during our recent freeze.

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*Found a new GP, who I love.

*Enjoyed the lake. (There’s something sad about having to write that down in your goals. Seems like it should be natural. Not for this workaholic! 😊) IMG_6354 Who knew lakes had waves?

Work goals I attained

*Wrote & Published Book 3. (Book 3 in the series, not the 3rd book.) ACT OF BETRAYAL was released in October of 2017

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*Wrote weekly personal blog and monthly SOS blog.

*Attended several book signings.

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There were others in both categories, but that gives you an idea.

So what’s for 2018?

Personal

*Be healthy which includes losing weight and getting my blood pressure down without meds. (I have started this by doing the Whole 30 this month. You can read about that in my Jan. 11th blog at  https://authormarsharwest.wordpress.com/2018/01/11/  )

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*Enjoy the lake (yeah, I know weird!)

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*Continue church volunteering—which does take significant time, but is important

*Enjoy my family (I’m so blessed they live near.)

Work Related

*Complete the short story for the book my writing chapter is publishing in March

*Write and publish the last book in the Second Chances Series. Looking forward to this. Don’t expect to ever write another series, even though I love reading them!)

*Put out a monthly newsletter (began this in November when my PR co. went out of business. So grateful to them. I’d have never had a newsletter without them.)

*Write personal blog weekly and SOS blog monthly

*Make presentations whenever possible–one is set up for February

*Be supportive of my fellow authors (with FB and Twitter shares & reviews)

To accomplish the first four, I must be much more disciplined about my time. Difficult when I’m easily distracted. LOL

So what about you? Do you set goals? Please share if you’re comfortable. Even if you don’t share, I hope you set them. IMHO, they do make a difference.

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The Magic of Story

by Kathryn Jane

Authors are frequently asked where their story ideas come from, and I usually shrug and say, I have no idea. They just happen somehow.

Then I heard Nora Roberts say, it’s magic.

Brilliant.

And it’s true! I have no idea where the words com from,  how they form and become a story, but here’s how they showed up for me the other night.

Unable to keep my eyes open, I went to bed super early. Yep, was dead to the world almost as soon as my head hit the pillow at 8pm. But at 11:00 I was suddenly wide awake, tossing and turning , but loathe to get up and disturb the sleeping hubby.

Instead, I spent two hours letting words race around in my head–a jumble of everything from song lyrics and poetry, to potential book titles.

Then I started to think about the characters in the next book of my Intrepid Women series. Up until that night, whenever I tried to write Broughton and Alexandra’s story, the words I put on the page were as uninspiring, lackluster, and limp as old socks.

Until a couple of hours of trying to be still, and not thrash about.

Like magic, Broughton’s words (the book’s opening line), came to me and I nearly laughed out loud. “Yes!” I shouted inside my head, then slipped into my comfy sweats and heavy sweater, pulled on woolly socks, and crept to my laptop in the living room.

I quickly opened a new word doc and typed the fabulous line. But it didn’t stop there, because the magic happened. Words poured forth while I fought off the gleeful laughter (still trying not to wake up my sleeping hubster in the next room).

When I crawled back into bed at four in the morning, my fingers were tired and my mind empty, but the book is well under way.

I can’t share the amazing  line yet, but here’s a picture to stir your imagination 🙂  … oh and when the story begins, Caleb Broughton is mountain climbing, and just about to come over this ridge…

 

 

 

 


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Soul destroying questions and equally stunning answers have Dusty digging deeper than she ever thought possible, and when she discovers her Self, in an entirely foreign landscape, she begins anew, more determined than ever to achieve her lifelong dream.

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

#OneLineSunday by #RSsos Lines with the topic BELIEVE to start the week.


Most of Miller’s friends truly believed the spirits of those who’d died at Talcott Hall had never left.

Claire Gem


“What if I backed you?” I couldn’t believe I was speaking so casually, all the while my heart beat at an alarming rate.

Joanne Guidoccio


Lynea wasn’t the woman he’d believed her to be. But was she a killer?

Jeannie Hall


This was new for him. He’d normally didn’t not get up to dance unless he was three sheets to the wind, but he had to see how she felt in his arms.

Marian Lanouette


I couldn’t believe it. My plan to enjoy the Penguins game and relish a new career as team surgeon blew away like a gale force wind when Giles Newton skated onto the rink.

S.A.Taylor
Sharp Blades (work in progress)


“Thanks, but it’s hard to believe right now.” She fought the tremble in her lips. “Did you figure out what he did with the money?”

Marsha West


Rafe wasn’t only a bastard who made assumptions. He was a fool who once believed the Prince’s brutal goals justified Rafe’s ruthless actions.

Sharon Wray


I’d really believed Allan and I as a couple would be different. With him, I’d mulled over feelings like this could be the one and this could be for real.

Vicki Batman


Call her old-fashioned, but Annie believed in hearth and home, children, grandchildren, and a husband she could love and cherish for life. Jared was that man.

Jacquie Biggar

 


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sneak Off and Read: Lines about all things NEW #RSsos #RomSuspense

#OneLineSunday by #RSsos Lines about all things NEW to start the week . Happy New Year!


Craig’s slight smirk suggested he recognized a new player in the game. “Oh, the princess has an opinion?”

Sam Bradley w/a McKenna Sinclair


Miller simply couldn’t believe it. Not only had Angie run out on him without any notice, but she took his last, new bar of Irish Spring with her.

Claire Gem


Would my third act be an off-shoot of ReCareering, or would I venture off in a new direction?

Joanne Guidoccio


She remembered all the boxes of new Christmas decorations she’d bought sitting unopened in her living room; a glittery blue garland with snowflake-shaped lights, a box of ornaments with hand-painted country scenes on them, two dozen candy canes so fresh the mint smelled right through the box.

Jeannie Hall


“Well, forgive me for thinking mistletoe mysteriously moving around the barn to new locations, and you appearing with your lips stuck up in the air underneath it, meant anything special.”

Kathryn Jane


I had high hopes the dreams wouldn’t return, especially  far away from home and being in a new place. So much for that wish.

S.A.Taylor

Follow Me (work in progress)


This morning, the sun’s rays had caressed the stunning crystal. Rainbows had floated around the room and fueled a hope she might find a new life.

Marsha West


The job didn’t appear too bad, certainly better than the other ones where I’d recently temped. The good news was no number crunching required, and the much-needed cash would be flowing in.

Vicki Batman


Our yearly physical is coming on soon and I’m not getting any younger. It’s hard keeping up with the newbies; I’ve started a five mile a day run back home.”

Jacquie Biggar


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Sneak Off and Read: Lines about CHRISTMAS #RSsos #RomSuspense

#OneLineSunday by #RSsos Lines about CHRISTMAS to celebrate the season. Happy Holidays!


“Santa’s comin’ to town ‘n’ he’s keeping a list, so I better be good,” Jill sang off-key, mangling the well-known Christmas tune.

Jacquie Biggar


I work extra shifts to send them money at Christmas. They need money more than they need me.

Sam Bradley w/a McKenna Sinclair


Last year, Zoe had dug out her tiny, tabletop tree from her storage space, pulled the wire branches down into position, and simply plugged it in. Voila, instant Christmas.

Claire Gem


At Christmas, she had appeared very much at home in her father’s house and not in any hurry to leave.

Joanne Guidoccio


She tilted her head back and imagined him standing behind her, his hands strong on her shoulders, while they looked out over their land, celebrated yet another Christmas together.

Kathryn Jane


I dart to the basement like a race horse set free from a stall at the Derby and freeze mid stride when I notice all of my Christmas decorations are missing.

S.A.Taylor
The Intervention (A Christmas Short Story)


Christmas Day dawned picture perfect in Woodstock, Vermont. Thirty-two degrees with no wind.

Marsha West


“Any kind—except sprigs of holly. Save that one for Christmas. Nor poison ivy. Pink is a safe bet, and your recipient’s favorite color.”

Vicki Batman


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Sharing a Christmas Poem: Amazing Peace by Maya Angelou

Maya Angelou read this beautiful poem at the White House Christmas Tree Lighting Ceremony in 2005.  In it, she affirms the goodness of life and encourages us to embrace the peace and promise of Christmas.

Thunder rumbles in the mountain passes
And lightning rattles the eaves of our houses.
Flood waters await us in our avenues.

Snow falls upon snow, falls upon snow to avalanche
Over unprotected villages.
The sky slips low and grey and threatening.

We question ourselves.
What have we done to so affront nature?
We worry God.
Are you there? Are you there really?
Does the covenant you made with us still hold?

Into this climate of fear and apprehension, Christmas enters,
Streaming lights of joy, ringing bells of hope
And singing carols of forgiveness high up in the bright air.
The world is encouraged to come away from rancor,
Come the way of friendship.

It is the Glad Season.
Thunder ebbs to silence and lightning sleeps quietly in the corner.
Flood waters recede into memory.
Snow becomes a yielding cushion to aid us
As we make our way to higher ground.

Hope is born again in the faces of children
It rides on the shoulders of our aged as they walk into their sunsets.
Hope spreads around the earth. Brightening all things,
Even hate which crouches breeding in dark corridors.

In our joy, we think we hear a whisper.
At first it is too soft. Then only half heard.
We listen carefully as it gathers strength.
We hear a sweetness.
The word is Peace.
It is loud now. It is louder.
Louder than the explosion of bombs.

We tremble at the sound. We are thrilled by its presence.
It is what we have hungered for.
Not just the absence of war. But, true Peace.
A harmony of spirit, a comfort of courtesies.
Security for our beloveds and their beloveds.

We clap hands and welcome the Peace of Christmas.
We beckon this good season to wait a while with us.
We, Baptist and Buddhist, Methodist and Muslim, say come.
Peace.
Come and fill us and our world with your majesty.
We, the Jew and the Jainist, the Catholic and the Confucian,
Implore you, to stay a while with us.
So we may learn by your shimmering light
How to look beyond complexion and see community.

It is Christmas time, a halting of hate time.

On this platform of peace, we can create a language
To translate ourselves to ourselves and to each other.

At this Holy Instant, we celebrate the Birth of Jesus Christ
Into the great religions of the world.
We jubilate the precious advent of trust.
We shout with glorious tongues at the coming of hope.
All the earth’s tribes loosen their voices
To celebrate the promise of Peace.

We, Angels and Mortals, Believers and Non-Believers,
Look heavenward and speak the word aloud.
Peace. We look at our world and speak the word aloud.
Peace. We look at each other, then into ourselves
And we say without shyness or apology or hesitation.

Peace, My Brother.
Peace, My Sister.
Peace, My Soul.

Happy Holidays and all the best in 2018!

 

 

 

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

#OneLineSunday by #RSsos Lines with the topic CELEBRATION for a joyous start to the week. Enjoy!


Your mom will take to the streets and do a riotous dance in celebration complete with a megaphone when she hears about this opportunity.

Vicki Batman


He grinned and shut off the truck. “Of course, I did. The eldest son is bringing home his future bride. It’s cause for celebration.”

Jacquie Biggar


“Baby, I’d marry you naked if it would make you happy.”

Sam Bradley w/a McKenna Sinclair


She grinned. “Well, it might get the honeymoon started sooner.”

Veronica Forand


“Tiny trees took the place of hedges in the huge stone planters, and their multicolored lights twinkled in the early darkness. White fairy lights rimmed the entire perimeter of the rink, where couples holding hands and laughing groups of teenagers glided across the ice.

Claire Gem


Right now, the priority was the dinner. Both a rehearsal and a reveal. I harbored no doubts the food would enchant everyone.

Joanne Guidoccio


“I understand.” Her voice was soft, “I celebrate being a part of such a complete existence, and offer my spirit to those who cannot yet soar.”

Kathryn Jane


With the phone held away from her ear, Elise listened as her mom belted out the annual birthday wake up call.

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


“WhooHoo! I’m a storeowner. Everyone, please come over to Crystal Rainbows for the official celebration.”

Marsha West


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