Sunday Six and More!

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Close Enough to Touch, Dylan and Cassidy, Fight For Me, Six Sentence Sunday, Sunday Six, Victoria Dahl

I am thisclose to finishing this book!  YAY!  Of course, that only means it will be time to edit, but we’ll pretend that’s fun and games and such, right?  So, first things first, let’s do six sentences.

His phone buzzed in his pocket at the same time he saw Chris’s car pull onto the rutted dirt road leading to the property. Evidently the detective had determined the same thing he had, finding his way out here. He checked the call, then slid his thumb across the screen. “I figured it out first, my friend,” he greeted.

“And you’re already here,” Chris guessed, his voice strained. “You haven’t killed anyone yet, have you?”

Now for the More! part of the post.  I read a book!  Yeah, I know I shouldn’t be screaming with excitement there, but I haven’t been reading much lately what with the writing and the working and the other crap life requires.  Anyway, I finally read Victoria Dahl’s Close Enough to Touch, and I really liked it (not exactly a surprise there–I love her).

The blurb:

For makeup artist Grace Barrett, Hollywood isn’t the land of golden opportunity. It’s the land of difficult divas, cheating boyfriends and unemployment. So when her great-aunt offers her a free place to stay in Jackson Hole, Grace thinks she’ll spend a little time in the sticks to figure out her life, and then move somewhere exciting to live out her dreams. But it turns out that there are a few more thrills in this small town than Grace was expecting….

Cole Rawlins is a rugged Wyoming cowboy born and bred. Yet he can’t help but be drawn to the fascinating big-city girl who moves in across from him. He wants to get close enough to Grace to see past her tough facade, but if he does, she might see the real Cole. The one with a Hollywood history gone bad. As they discover a sizzling attraction, it becomes harder for him to keep his demons at bay—and those fires from long ago may burn them both.

They’ll need more than scorching-hot passion to make this opposites-attract affair work. But if they can learn to trust one another enough to reveal their secrets, they just might have a chance at forever.

This book features a left-of-normal heroine, a hot as hell–but not perfect–hero, and I loved the opposites attract storyline.  You know me, I’m not a recapper or a spoiler, so I’ll leave you at that.

Sunday Six

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#amwriting, #wip, Dylan and Cassidy, Fight For Me, sequel, Six Sentence Sunday, Sunday Six, The Everetts of Tyler

I know I say this a lot, but this week has been crazy.  Yeah, maybe I overuse the word, but oh well.  I haven’t been online as much as I’d like, and I haven’t written as much as I’d like…  But FIGHT FOR ME is closing in on the ending now, and I’m liking where it’s headed.  This book is turning out to be hotter and more of a suspense than DANCE WITH ME was– one of those was planned, the other just happened– and it should be finished and off to the editors and beta-readers in the next couple weeks.  We’re looking at a mid-October release unless we run into a roadblock, so cross your fingers for everything to go smoothly!

Since it’s Sunday, of course we have six sentences!

 “Does he always look at you like that?”

She looked over her shoulder at him, not seeing anything strange in his rugged face. “Like what?”

Carolyn’s lips turned up into a smile. “Like you belong to him?”

Oh, that.   

Sunday Six…er…Seven

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#amwriting, #wip, Brandon Davis, Dylan and Cassidy, Fight For Me, Sunday Six, The Everetts of Tyler

This week has been… hectic to say the least.  Both kiddos are in school (at different elementary schools, because Girlchild is in the gifted/talented magnet), so Wonderful Hubby and I have been run ragged.  On top of that, he and I started a new diet that is supposed to help with migraine, with weight loss as a nice added benefit.  We’re not fat (especially not WH), but if it will stop migraine, I’d eat almost anything recommended.  So, this week hasn’t been great for writing.  Today, however, I have been writing (yay!).  Sooo…  a snippet from FIGHT FOR ME.

He nodded genially, every bit the consummate professional. “You can email it to me if that’s easier.”

“Thank you, Detective. We will do that,” she agreed before grasping the brooding bodyguard’s hand and leading him away. Brandon shook his head. That man was a sniper, a Ranger, a skip-tracer, hell, he was even a hero, but he was also pussy whipped. How the mighty have fallen.

Humans are Amazing

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Dylan and Cassidy, Fight For Me, Humans Are Amazing, Olympics 2012, Six Sentence Sunday, Sunday Six

It’s time for the Olympics, and once again I am awed by humans and what some are able to do.  Last night we watched Ryan Lochte smoke the competition in the 400m IM, and today I saw the US Water Polo Team win their match.  (That just might be the most exhausting sport known to man, by the way).

The parade of nations is one of my favorite things ever–watching all those delegations march in alphabetical order, no one better or worse than the other, no one fighting or worrying about anything but winning a game and bringing home a medal and glory for themselves and their home country.  It makes me proud to be human, and gives me hope that one day we might as a species realize we are all equal, no matter our skin color, language or whom we choose to marry.  *Sigh* One day, right?  One day.  Until then, we can watch humans in the very best condition perform amazing feats on a daily basis.

So… Now that I’ve made myself sound like a wide-eyed idealist, I suppose you’d like six sentences?  Okay, then.  How about a sexy six From Fight For Me?

She took a deep breath and played the game with him. If he could make her wet and aching with almost a half hour left on their drive, she could return the favor. “I want to take you in my mouth and down my throat. I want to swirl my tongue around the tip and lick your essence, I want to feel you explode.” She swallowed. She was supposed to be torturing him, but she was doing a fine job of arousing the hell of out herself.

Piracy

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#amwriting, Dylan and Cassidy, ebook piracy, Fight For Me, Piracy, Piracy is stealing, Six Sentence Sunday, Sunday Six, The Everetts of Tyler

I know, I know, you’re probably expecting six sentences from FIGHT FOR ME since it’s Sunday, and we’ll get to that in a minute.  First, I want to step up on a soapbox for a second.  I know people love to share great reads they’ve found, and that’s all fine and dandy, but–and here’s the big but–downloading from an unauthorized site and not paying for the book is stealing.  I know, you can find just about anything on the internet, and I don’t begrudge anyone looking for legitimate free reads– there are plenty of sites linking to great free reads, Pixel of Ink, Free Booksy, eReader Love, not to mention Amazon, B&N, All Romance and Kobo themselves.  If a book is free on purpose, then by all means download the heck out of it, sing its praises everywhere, and buy the author’s backlist or the rest of the series.  Free books are often marketing tools for authors to get you involved in a world, a storyline, a character, and occasionally they are pieces that are too short or just not right for publishing.  I have some myself that started life on Literotica, not to mention Speeding which will always be free because it started that way, and even after editing, I can’t fathom charging you for something I have freely offered for a year (but that’s an entirely different soapbox).

The point I’m trying to make here is: If it’s a matter of not having the money to feed your reading habit (believe me, I understand that one all too well), there are tons of free reads available, and there are these great places called libraries, with the sole purpose of lending books!  A lot of those libraries are lending digital copies as well, so if you like me are a digital reader, the libraries can cater to you there, too.

Okay, so off the soapbox, and on to what I’m supposed to do on Sundays!  I am not officially sixing this week, but I’ll pop the link in here anyway so ya’ll can go check out the folks that are official.

It’s good not to be official–I’m cheating today and giving you seven!

An old Olivia Newton John song popped in her head and she laughed at herself. No, she swore she wasn’t getting physical with him, not in reality, at least. In her dreams she could do anything, and he wasn’t in pain. She held back a moan at the thoughts tumbling through her mind. Good Lord, how was she going to handle this for another month or more? She had given her word and offered her home, and she was a woman of her word.  She just hoped that word wouldn’t kill her.