If It’s Sunday, This Must Be Another Six Sentences

More Six Sentence Sunday.

This is from Elusive Echoes, Sean and Mel’s story, which is due out later this year. Sean was thrilled when his brother returned home in Lifeline Echoes, but as you will read, Sean has his own life.

He arrived, breathless and excited, and feeling like a hormone-ridden teenager with his libido doing somersaults through his system. He glanced at his watch; forty-five minutes late.

The dinner Mel had promised might be burnt by now, and as Sean slid his key into the lock, he wondered if he’d get any dessert. He pushed the door open and his mouth watered instantly, but it was a toss-up whether it was because of the smell of food infusing the air, or the sight of Mel lounging on the foot of her bed wearing a form-fitting corset in hot pink satin over a black leather miniskirt and black lace stockings with—have mercy, five-inch stiletto heels in the same shade of pink as the corset.

His mouth fell open and he dropped his hastily packed duffel bag on the floor with a thunk. “Honey, I’m home.”

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Watch for Elusive Echoes, coming later this year from Astraea Press.  In the meantime, read the story that started it all, Lifeline Echoes, available now.

Also available Heartsight. And coming soon read about Dan and Trish’s wedding in Camp Wedding, part of the Astraea Press wedding anthology – 100% of proceeds from the wedding anthology will benefit the relief effort in Alabama.


Raining Cats, Dogs, and Other Critters

April showers … It’s raining cats and dogs and a few other things in our Astraea Press authors’ lives. A few of us got together to talk about our pets. To protect the privacy of the authors’ pets, stand-ins have been used in pictures. Except for mine, because they get right in to their celebrity status and take over the show.

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Cats. I have a mama cat, Luna, and five kittens.

Stephanie Taylor
The Picture

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We have fishes – they aren’t on your list. I have a large tropical tank with three mad clown loach, a huge fish called Mr Whiskers, some cory, rainbow fish, kissing gourami, swordtails, mollys and platys.

Love Nell
Romance with Heart
http://www.nelldixon.com
Dangerous to Know    Making Waves

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We have a cat.  He’s black with 4 white paws and white around his neck.  Almost looks like he’s wearing a tux!  We named him Mr. Whiskers!!!  Mainly because he has more than his fair share of whiskers!

Felicia Rogers
The Perfect Rose
http://www.feliciarogersauthor.webs.com/

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Right now, I have a beta fish, dark blue with green highlights. He sleeps on the bottom of the tank, so every morning he looks dead until I tap the glass. Then he wakes up, shakes himself, and follows my finger along the tank wall to his food. And then he attacks. Until I got betas, I never knew fish were interactive toys.

I’ve also got two parakeets, a blue male named Pete and a yellow-green female named Tweet. Or Peetie and Tweetie, as the mood hits. She chews everything, so whatever I put in or near the cage must be parakeet-bill-proof, or I should have a spare handy. This includes perches, toys, feed dishes, and the netting that goes around the cage’s bottom to keep the mess inside. The cute wooden ladder I bought her  wound up in shreds across their floor and some of it I’m sure she ate.  Pete is henpecked but occasionally snaps back. He cheeps. And he cheeps. And he cheeps. And he cheeps. Whoever said women talk more than men has never met Pete. He also loves his mirror, and yanks at it so hard that sometimes he rips it off its little plastic hook and crashes it.

We also keep birdfeeders in the back yard, so I suppose I should include the sparrows, finches, cardinals, grackles, and so on. And the squirrels, who are fighting me for the vegetable garden. So far, it’s a draw.

-J. Gunnar Grey
Deal With The Devil, Parts 1 and 2
Mysteries and Histories

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I like a cat or a small dog.

Elaine Cantrell
A New Dream
http://www.elainecantrell.com



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Dogs of all sizes. 🙂

Kristine Cheney
Spartan Heart Part 1 and Spartan Heart Part 2
http://www.spartanheart.com/
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Dog, which I have, a rescued pug named, Homer. Would love a cat but have developed BIG allergy and can’t even be in the same room for long. Horses always scared me now they intrigue me. If I ever get to move to Pine Grove with my characters, I’m gettin’ a horse or two!

Jean Joachim
Sunny Days Moonlit Nights
http://jeanjoachim.blogspot.com/

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Border collies all the way!!!!! (I have 2 girls, Liberty and Freedom) And we have a St. Bernard/Lab cross named Justice…but those Border collies…they are something else… Just this past month…one has opened the fridge and ate all the leftovers, opened the front door (I’m talking the one with knobs and locks, mind you…) and walked out of the house, opened the door to my mom’s basement, opened the power windows on the car, (she can also open the door, hence the reason the doors are childlocked…) and a host of other things. This is the same dog who is not allowed to watch crime dramas because she barks at all the bad guys…she’s one of a kind…

I had a Norwegian Forest Cat named Chloe. She got out one day when she was ‘staying’ with my dad while I was in a move transition. I couldn’t find her anywhere although I looked and looked. (You’d think a pink cat would be easy to find in a small town…but…) Exactly a year later (on my dad’s b-day, so I remembered when she went missing) I pull into my dad’s driveway. By the time I get to the door, I’ve been greeted by a little pink cat. I was floored! I had her another seven years after that. I miss that cat!

Bridget Lashbrooks
Olivia’s Journey
http://bglashbrooks.webs.com/

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For pets, I am definitely a cat person. My husband talked me into buying a house in exchange for getting cats. The house closed and two weeks later, I had my Halloween kittens from the shelter, one orange tabby and one black and white tuxedo. The orange tabby went missing, poor guy, (full story is here) and after 4 months, we gave up hope and adopted a Maine coon kitten. Then the tabby showed up 10 miles from home four months after that, and now we’ve had all three for a year. I adore them, though three was more than I ever wanted. Growing up, I had cats, dogs, rabbits, lizards, and hamsters, but three cats seems plenty these days. I occasionally consider a dog, but then I remember how needy they are, and I give the cats an extra pet in thanks.

Rebecca Gomez Farrell
Maya’s Vacation
http://www.thegourmez.com/

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Two overweight crochety beagles. One could probably find his way home from Florida and the other couldn’t find his way home from across the street.

Joselyn
Sucker For a Hot Rod
http://joselynvaughn.com
Sweet, small town romances
Indulge your softer side

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Dogs – especially pit bulls! Currently Derby – who has saved Tony’s life and Cage’s life so he’s king in our house

Horses – we have 5 right now and we trail ride, Tony and Jaci barrel race, and we basically spend all our money feeding them:) They’re amazing animals, though

Kim Bowman
Wayward Soul
http://kimbowmanauthor.blogspot.com/

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And for me, it’s been a little of everything, from snakes to tarantulas, to parakeets, cockatiels, and lovebirds, as well as Japanese quail, to African hissing cockroaches, to snakes (large and small), lizards (you name it, I’ve probably lived with it), gerbils, mice, Egyptian spiny mice, rats (including hairless rats), fish, newts, tree frogs, turtles, tortoises, cats, ferrets, rabbits, dogs -large and small – and I’m POSITIVE I’ve forgotten something. (I have four kids-they all had their pet preferences.) Currently, my life has settled into a handful of dogs, including this pair – Cybil (the little one, is a chihuahua mix who used to live on my desk) and Camille (a Staffie/Lab pup who was brought to me rather sickly by a neighbor and turns out she’s the daughter of my daughter’s wandering lab). Cybbie is the one in charge.  Always.

Kay Springsteen 
Heartsight
Lifeline Echoes
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We hope you enjoyed this look into our lives with our four-footed, two-winged, finned, hoofed, etc. friends. Check out the above authors and so many more at Astraea Press.  What kind of pets do YOU have? (Or what would you like to have?)

Spoonful of Sweet with Guest Blogger Nancy Naigle

To continue the series on cleaner reading, I want to welcome Nancy Naigle to talk about Nicer Romances. Her novel, Sweet Tea and Secrets, is about to be released, and I’m already intrigued. I plan to pick one up – hope you all will, also! Welcome, Nancy!

Thanks for asking me to pay a visit to your blog on a “nicer” romance day.

I, like many of you I’m sure, juggle a “real” job, family, pets, friends, chores and everything else that lands in my path at a microwavin’ drive-thru speed. That pace is hard to keep up. Reading is what keeps the bubble in my level right smack dab in the middle. If I can escape to someone else’s world and get swept away for even just thirty minutes—I’m a new woman!

There are so many books to choose from that it’s no easy task to find the perfect fit. That’s why when I stumble into an author that writes the kind of books I enjoy reading, I devour everything they write. I mark my calendar with the next release, or pre-order, so I don’t miss one.

It’s funny how you bump into new authors, too. I read my first Mary Kay Andrews novel because she was the keynote at a conference I was going to attend. Boy was I in for a treat. HISSY FIT had me laughing so hard that I thought the folks at the airport were going to have me locked up. I’ve read everything she’s written since. My all time favorite book is Mary Alice Monroe’s TIME IS A RIVER. It’s a breast cancer survivor’s journey that takes you to the mountains of Carolina and a town full of history and mystery. Grab it. You will not be disappointed.

So, I have to admit that in my mind just about every book I read is sweet, so I had to really consider which ones I mentioned. I got worried because I know that I have quite the talent for skimming any of “those scenes” that would make me a little uncomfortable. I don’t need to know the “how” of that stuff. My imagination and heart can fill in the blanks so I’m perfectly fine skipping those entries and meandering forward in the story. Do you have that talent, too? Cussing is a little harder for me to ignore for some reason. How about you?

My debut novel, SWEET TEA AND SECRETS, will be out in May. I’ve been told that one of the nice things about it is that you can share it up and down your friend and family chain—daughters to grandmas—will enjoy it. That was the biggest compliment. I hope that every one of those daughters, grandmas and everyone in between finds a few minutes to escape to Adams Grove and enjoy a little much-needed relaxation.  If you enjoy SWEET TEA AND SECRETS, stay tuned for OUT OF FOCUS coming in November.

You can stay up to date on release schedules and events at www.NancyNaigle.com.

READERS – Your turn. How do you find the authors you enjoy?

I’m looking forward to reading the answers to Nancy’s question! Comment on Nancy’s guest blog and you will be entered to win a PDF copy of my own sweet novel, Heartsight. Thank you, Nancy, for stopping by. And congrats on your upcoming releases!


Heartsight and Lifeline Echoes are available at Astraea Press as well as Amazon and Barnes & Noble

Another Sunday, Another Six Sentences

From Elusive Echoes, currently under contract for release in 2011.

“Okay, I’ll help you find a car but you aren’t getting one of those pieces of—stop shaking your head.”

“I’m not shaking my head.”

“You were shaking it in your mind,” said Sean, leaning forward to kiss her quick and hard. “Give me your budget and let me help you find a car. Do you care what you drive?”

“I originally wanted it to have four wheels but I’m no longer that picky.”

Coming soon from Astraea Press. For more Six Sentence Sunday offerings.

In the meantime, please enjoy Lifeline Echoes from Astraea Press.

Also available from Astraea Press, Heartsight.

Lifeline Echoes and Heartsight are also both available from Amazon and Barnes & Noble.

Print copies of Heartsight available from Amazon.com

For more Six Sentence Sunday offerings.

Spirituality and Writing

O Lord my God, When I in awesome wonder,
Consider all the worlds Thy Hands have made;
I see the stars, I hear the rolling thunder,
Thy power throughout the universe displayed.

Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art.
Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art!

When I was a child in Sunday School, I remember being taught the song How Great Thou Art. This is a Christian hymn, based on  poem written by Carl Gustav Boberg and set to a Swedish folk song. The words still often flow through my brain today, when I look around and see the Creation of our Maker.

Since I’m a Christian and today is Good Friday, I thought I would take a moment to acknowledge my Lord and Savior. The stories that emanate from within me are there, I am convinced, because He puts them there. I am able to write them, I am certain, because His hand guides me. I’ve made some side trips in my journey to writing, am likely still making them. But the journey will end the way He has determined it should, and the road will be much more easily traveled if I follow the map He has handed me. That’s not always easy. In a world where sex sells more than sweet, where graphic and vulgar language is acceptable for children to speak on the streets, not only to each other, but to adults, it’s hard to find a writing niche. I do my best, and try to stay true to my values but it does become a temptation to see if my sales would increase if I included a hot sex scene or or two, or if I portrayed my heroes as rugged, cursing alpha males with attitude. I actually did try that with the initial version of Lifeline Echoes, and with the encouragement of a great childhood friend, Jeanne, and my editor, Stephanie Taylor, I cleaned that story up into something I would have been happy for my very conservative mother to read. And so far, this novel hasn’t been out a month but the reviews are terrific. It seems people are reading the novel and seeing the story.

Thanks to the vision of Stephanie Taylor, driving force behind Astraea Press, with her recognition of the need for sweeter, cleaner reads, I was able to get back on the road I believe God intended for me to travel all the time. Feel free to stop by and check out the many offerings by Astraea Press. Stephanie has found a wonderful collection of authors, who feel the same way about romantic fiction as she does.

Post a comment below for a chance to win your choice of either Heartsight or Lifeline Echoes in PDF.

Excerpt from Heartsight

“We’re not too late, Dan! We can’t be!”

He understood. Failure wasn’t an option on this mission. But
even though he’d only been here a couple of days ago, he hadn’t explored much with Bella. Even if things hadn’t changed much since his own childhood, those memories were long dim.

They needed a miracle.

An edgy feeling started in between his shoulder blades. It
moved up to the back of his head and drilled its way into his brain. It was exactly the feeling he used to get on recon missions in-­country, the feeling that told him he’d missed something and needed to take a second look.

He turned around, placing his back against the base of the
lighthouse, trying to conjure the picture in his mind based on long
ago memories. Nothing filtered into his awareness.

“God, if You’re there, this would be the time for a miracle,” he
whispered.

Purchases of Heartsight made through the Astraea Press website generate a $2 per copy donation to the USO Wounded Warrior program until June 1, 2011.

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And now, I hope you will enjoy an excerpt from my latest release, Lifeline Echoes

“You’re awfully quiet.” Sandy struggled to keep her voice casual.

“Tired.”

“Umm, yeah.” She watched him set the brake and turn off the engine, moving as if in slow motion. Not just tired. Drained. Ryan walked her up the steps to her apartment. After she unlocked the door she turned into his arms. His kiss went from soft to heated then back to gentle.

She leaned into the kiss, enjoying the feel of his muscular arms beneath her hands. She hated having to let him go.

“I wanted to watch the stars come out with you, Chicory,” he whispered.

She looked up. Even with the ambient light from town, the sky was overflowing with visible stars. “I love the stars. There are so many they almost. . .”

“. . . blend together.”

Electrical current raced along her spine. “Yes,” she whispered, wishing she could see his face.

Ryan turned Sandy so her back was to him and slid his arm around her waist while they enjoyed the view from her tiny balcony. “My mom used to tell us stories about the sky and the stars,” he murmured, his breath warm against her neck. “She said the night sky was one of God’s favorite old blankets, keeping everyone here on Earth safe and warm. And the blanket has these tiny pinholes worn in, like some comfortable blankets do. The lights we see are little glimpses of heaven on the other side of the blanket.”

“Ryan, that’s beautiful.”

“Next time, we’ll get it right.” He turned her back to face him, kissing her with slow, sweet longing. “I’ll see you tomorrow,Sandy.”

Available now:  Lifeline Echoes at Astraea Press.

And watch for Sean’s story, coming soon from Astraea Press.

Six Sentence Sunday More Lifeline

More Six Sentence Sunday offerings.

Surprise catapulted him backward a few inches. “You’re pushing me away because you’re afraid of losing me?” Ryan scrubbed his face with one hand. Temper edged into his voice. “Do you have any idea how freaking ridiculous that sounds?”

“I didn’t say it made sense!”

From   n, currently available from Astraea Press.

Also at Amazon and Barnes and Noble

Lifeline Echoes Trailer

A glowing review! for Lifeline Echoes

Voices form a powerful connection. The day the earth rocked LA, Sandy Wheaton became a voice lifeline over the radio for trapped firefighter, “Mick.” Less than twenty four hours later, she had fallen in love with him. Shattered when she learned that rescue came too late, she sought solace Wyoming, the home state he had loved. Now, seven years later, she’s made a life there as the owner of a popular local bar. But her wounds are still fresh, and she longs to let go of the past and her lost love so she can begin living again. That opportunity presents itself when the local prodigal son returns home. The attraction between them is instant. It feels like she’s known him far longer than just a few days.

Sixteen years ago, Ryan McGee left home in the midst of controversy. After living through a harrowing trauma, he finally returns home when his family needs his help through some troubling times. All he wants to do is make amends with those he hurt most and to get back to the life he’d never wanted to leave in the first place. When he meets the sexy bartender, he starts thinking in terms of forever. But there’s still someone out there he wants to find, someone who once believed in him and gave him hope.

Also available from Astraea Press.

Check out the 5-star reviews on Amazon.

Rumor has it, you’re all going to be invited to Trish and Dan’s wedding as soon as they set the date.

Thank you for stopping by–y’all come back now!

Spring Cleaning Reading

Today in our continuation of the clean reading series, I want to welcome Jasmine Aherne to talk about sweet reads. Jasmine can give us a unique perspective because she writes both sweet and not as sweet romances.

Sweet Stuff & Bygone Eras

Hi there! Thank you to Katherine for hosting today, so that I can talk (or type) your ears off!

My name is Jasmine and I write sweet romance. I write a bit of the steamier stuff, too, but I’m here to talk about sweet today, because I love it. I don’t mean closed doors, climatic music and steam trains through tunnels (nudge nudge wink wink) but I mean sweet. Non erotic. Lightly sensual.

While I do love a good erotic read – and my God don’t we all – I don’t always reach for the erotic. Why, you ask? Why indeed.

Have you ever seen the film Brief Encounter? If you haven’t, I urge you to talk, no, run! – to your nearest DVD store and rent or buy a copy. It is a beautiful film, and the love story within is told without almost any contact or nudity of any kind. It’s all emotional, cleverly told, beautifully acted, with the leads so expressionate in voice and face that it makes me cry. I won’t spoil it for you, but check it out. You won’t be sorry.

Another reason I like, and write, sweet, is that I’m part of an amateur dramatic society here in Wales, where I live. We have, on occasional, told love stories, and because we’re on stage, of course no kissing and very little touching is allowed. It must all be done through slight touches. Brushes of hands. Long, lingering looks so hot it would steam up the theatre windows. I love that. I love that chivalrous, bygone romantic era where love was a disallowed thing, a thing to be secretly hoarded.

What I guess I’m saying is that I like not knowing what goes on after the curtain falls sometimes. As a little girl I loved happy ever after with the white horse and the prince and princess. Of course, I was too young for sex scenes then, but I still hang on to the nostalgia of that fairy-tale like time. It explains why I love to read Claire Delacroix and her “Bride Quest” series, full of charming heroes and breathless heroines, and long, horseback rides through the sunset.

I would also like to direct you to the film The Young Victoria. This is a wonderful film about Queen Victoria’s romance with Prince Albert. They were young, and their every move was scrutinized until they married. Kisses had to be stolen. They had to make do with not making love. And that – the waiting, the wanting, somehow made it more exciting to watch. Sweeter, because their courtship was gentle, like the slow lap of the tide on the sand.

Of course, this all being said, every so often – and quite often I might add! – I reach for an erotic read rather than a sweet, and boy do I enjoy it! I love a bodice ripper, and reading erotic helps me to improve my own sex scenes no end. But I can see why there’s still a market for sweet. Some readers like the mystery after the curtain falls. Others just like to pen their own sex scenes in their head! And maybe some are just dreaming of the perfect happy ever after, ending with no more than a kiss in the sunset and a horseback ride off the screen…

If you enjoyed reading my blog today, you may want to take a look at my website www.jasmineaherne.com. You can find all my releases there, both sweet and light erotic! My first novel, arguably the sweetest, is titled Stranded, and is released by Pink Petal Books – even the name is sweet!

You can read more about Stranded at www.pinkpetalbooks.com, but below is an excerpt to whet your appetite…

Stranded

Blurb:

When Rachel Coles flew to New York to surprise the man she thought was her fiancé, coming face to face with his wife broke her heart. She needed a shoulder. So, she turned to a man she met by chance–handsome carpenter Will Norton. Together they turn her disaster into a short but magical holiday.

Will was attracted to the pretty brunette he met on the plane, and the fun sightseeing day they share only deepens his feelings for her. He’s just starting to regret never seeing her again when he learns Rachel’s had all her suitcases and purse stolen.

Now, as he offers her his guest room while she waits for a new passport, Will and Rachel find themselves struggling against a deep-rooted attraction that shows every sign of making itself permanent. The only trouble is, Rachel’s stay in New York will be anything but…

Excerpt:

Rachel slid her card from her jeans pocket and followed his example. They started towards the escalator that would take them to the underground train. “I’ve travelled a little.”

Even through the throng of passengers, he smelled her perfume. It curled around him, as sweet and tempting as candy. “Really? Whereabouts?”

“Not far,” she replied as they found a space to stand on the crowded platform. “Certainly nowhere as far as this. Ireland, Scotland, France,Germany…. Coming all this way is a little scary for me, but the excitement outweighed that.”

The subway car pulled up. People spilled out and others pushed on. Will and Rachel stepped on two seconds before the huge automatic doors beeped and slid together, and then they started on their way. Inside the car, stale air hung from ceiling to floor. The press of bodies made it uncomfortably warm. Will found himself pressed up against Rachel. Her breasts brushed his chest, and he felt the heat of her body even through their clothes.

“If we lose each other,” he said as a precautionary measure, “You want to go to 81st Street or Central Park.”

She nodded.

Someone moved behind them, abruptly forcing them to move up close to each other. If I just move another inch, maybe even less, we’d be kissing.

Rachel lifted her chin and their gazes collided. From the expression on her face, part confusion, part denial, part desire, he knew without asking that she felt exactly the same.

The subway car jarred to a stop. People piled in and out in mere seconds. He heard a muffled announcement in a strong Bronx accent, and then the car creaked, moving to life again. Someone swigged from a bottle in a brown-bagged bottle. Another man ate a Danish wrapped in a napkin. Even though it was still early, the smell made Will hungry. They’d make a stop for lunch later.

Two stops later, he gently nudged Rachel. “We’re next.”

“Okay.”

Even in the throng of everyday smells, he ferreted out the delicate scent of her perfume. It wafted to him all on a current of its own and his body reacted accordingly.

Don’t get attached. She is a fleeting visitor in New York and a fleeting visitor in your life.

They arrived at the next stop. Will looked behind him to make sure Rachel was still there. He spotted her, stuck behind a slow moving couple, and, on impulse, held back a moment and grabbed her hand. A bolt of awareness shot through him as she curled her fingers around his. It’s been so long since I held a woman’s hand.

What’s Your Idea of the Most Romantic Story Ever?

Recently Astraea Press author, Jean Joachim, asked other authors and then her readers to discuss their opinions of the most romantic movie. See her blog post here.

Following her lead, I’m opening my blog for discussion about the most romantic story ever. I want to know what other writers and readers think. What’s the most romantic story you’ve read? Seen on TV? In the movies? Or maybe it’s more personal…something that happened to you or someone you know?

This author’s mind wants to know! Comment for a chance to win a PDF copy of Lifeline Echoes.

Lifeline Echoes

Voices form a powerful connection. The day the earth rocked LA, Sandy Wheaton became a voice lifeline over the radio for trapped firefighter, “Mick.” Less than twenty four hours later, she had fallen in love with him. Shattered when she learned that rescue came too late, she sought solace Wyoming, the home state he had loved. Now, seven years later, she’s made a life there as the owner of a popular local bar. But her wounds are still fresh, and she longs to let go of the past and her lost love so she can begin living again. That opportunity presents itself when the local prodigal son returns home. The attraction between them is instant. It feels like she’s known him far longer than just a few days.

Sixteen years ago, Ryan McGee left home in the midst of controversy. After living through a harrowing trauma, he finally returns home when his family needs his help through some troubling times. All he wants to do is make amends with those he hurt most and to get back to the life he’d never wanted to leave in the first place. When he meets the sexy bartender, he starts thinking in terms of forever. But there’s still someone out there he wants to find, someone who once believed in him and gave him hope.

EXCERPT:

“You’re awfully quiet.” Sandy struggled to keep her voice casual.

“Tired.”

“Umm, yeah.” She watched him set the brake and turn off the engine, moving as if in slow motion. Not just tired. Drained. Ryan walked her up the steps to her apartment. After she unlocked the door she turned into his arms. His kiss went from soft to heated then back to gentle.

She leaned into the kiss, enjoying the feel of his muscular arms beneath her hands. She hated having to let him go.

“I wanted to watch the stars come out with you, Chicory,” he whispered.

She looked up. Even with the ambient light from town, the sky was overflowing with visible stars. “I love the stars. There are so many they almost. . .”

“. . . blend together.”

Electrical current raced along her spine. “Yes,” she whispered, wishing she could see his face.

Ryan turned Sandy so her back was to him and slid his arm around her waist while they enjoyed the view from her tiny balcony. “My mom used to tell us stories about the sky and the stars,” he murmured, his breath warm against her neck. “She said the night sky was one of God’s favorite old blankets, keeping everyone here on Earth safe and warm. And the blanket has these tiny pinholes worn in, like some comfortable blankets do. The lights we see are little glimpses of heaven on the other side of the blanket.”

“Ryan, that’s beautiful.”

“Next time, we’ll get it right.” He turned her back to face him, kissing her with slow, sweet longing. “I’ll see you tomorrow,Sandy.”

See the Lifeline Echoes trailer here.

Available at:

Astraea Press

as well as Amazon and  Barnes & Noble

Spring Clean Reading Part 3

Today we are continuing our series on cleaner reading with Ruth J. Hartman.

Ah, Romance…How Sweet it is

When is romance really romance? Is it that first anticipated kiss? A light touch of hands? Or a steamy, tell-all sex scene. I think it’s different for every writer and reader.

Personally, I prefer sweet romances, which is probably why I write them. My heroes and heroines get to know each other by conversation, jokes, and even sometimes by arguing. In the midst of this, though, they’re recognizing their growing attraction to one another. Her arm tingled where his fingers brushed lightly against her. His heartbeat raced the first time he held her in his strong arms. When their lips met for the first time, there was a spark.

But sometimes, those sweet romances are difficult to find. I don’t know the exact percentage, but I’m going out on a limb here by saying the sweet, or semi-sweet romances are way low on the scale. And why is that? Because sex sells. Everyone knows that. But not everyone wants that all the time.

I’ve read tons of books with sex scenes. Some very explicit. I don’t mind them too much if they’re tasteful and not too descriptive. But I don’t need someone to tell me what goes where. I’ve been married nearly 29 years. I think I’ve got that figured out by now :-).

Romance can encompass many things. Yes, for some, that’s heavy on the sex scenes. And that’s fine. There are many different types of art and many different ways to express it. But for me, I long for the emotional sighs, the racing heart, and the anticipation of being with that one special person. Let’s face it. In a book or movie, once they’ve had sex, the story loses a little momentum. At least for me it does.

I realize not everyone will agree with me. That’s okay. They don’t have to. That’s why there are so many different writers and readers in the world. There’s a place for everyone. They have to figure out for themselves just where they fit in.

Ruth J. Hartman is a published romance author as well as a licensed dental hygienist. Her stories revolve around dentistry, cats, or both. She lives in rural Indiana with her wonderful husband and their two exceedingly spoiled stray cats.

More about the author can be found at: www.ruthjhartman.blogspot.com

Links to her sweet romances:

“Pillow Talk”    http://tinyurl.com/4jxq5xm

“Flossophy of Grace”  http://tinyurl.com/4bjc56j

“Purrfect Voyage”  http://tinyurl.com/4lt3snw

 

Lifeline Echoes on Six Sentence Sunday

As they turned onto the long driveway to the ranch, the sun burst through the window, and shards of rainbow-colored light danced over them both. Sandy gently captured the source of the prismatic effect, a tiny crystal angel dangling from the rearview mirror by a pale blue cord.

“Pretty.ʺ She glanced at Ryan to check his reaction, arching an eyebrow when he studiously showed none. She released the angel. “And a little . . . unexpected.ʺ

See the Lifeline Echoes trailer here.

Available at:

Astraea Press

as well as Amazon and  Barnes & Noble

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