Guess what?

Today I’m having a contest. You don’t need any skill to win, or know the answers to obscure trivia questions. All you have to do is guess. I’m doing something tomorrow I don’t do regularly.

Leave a comment with your guess. One person from all the right answers will win an electronic copy of Devil’s Harvest, one of my romantic suspense novels.

Here are your choices. So what do you think I’m doing tomorrow?

1. Going to the dentist
2. Releasing a new book
3. Getting my hair cut and styled
4. Leaving on long-awaited vacation
5. Buying a new car

Good luck!

CONTEST CLOSED

Six-sentence Sunday 5/8/12

Thanks so much for dropping by and checking out my six sentences for this week. Again, these are from The Next Victim, my latest romantic suspense novel. In this scene, Ben is getting his first glimpse of Shannon’s bedroom.


Her subtle scent filled his nose when he walked into the room

Pink. Pink walls, a king-size bed with a pink and white rosebud comforter and a dozen pillows thrown on top, white furniture. Definitely a feminine room, although he’d never pictured Shannon as a girly-girl. Again, she’d surprised him. What else was hidden behind that brash reporter façade she put on?

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Writer Wednesday – D’Ann Lindun

I’m thrilled to have D’Ann Lindun visiting my blog today to talk about her romantic suspense novel, Wild Horses.

Welcome, D’Ann. Tell us a little about yourself.

Falling in love with romance novels the summer before sixth grade, I never thought about writing one until many years later when I took a how-to class at my local college. I was hooked! I began writing and never looked back. Romance appeals to me because there’s just something so satisfying about writing a book guaranteed to have a happy ending. My particular favorites usually feature cowboys and the women who love them. This is probably because I draw inspiration from the area where I live, Western Colorado, with my husband of twenty-nine years and our daughter. Composites of our small farm, herd of horses, five Australian shepherds, a Queensland heeler, eight ducks and cats of every shape and color often show up in my stories!

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Where did the inspiration come from to write this book?

When I was a kid, I read a book about a woman named Annie Bronn Johnston, later nicknamed Wild Horse Annie. Wild Horse Annie’s was the inspiring story of one woman who made a massive change in the life of the American mustang. Always a horse lover, Annie became involved in the cause of the horses when she was driving behind a truck bound for a slaughterhouse, and saw blood dripping from the truck.

Sickened, she took the mustang’s cause to schools, ranchers, politicians…anyone who would listen. In September of 1959, a law named in her honor was passed banning capturing wild horses from federal land. This law became the Wild Horse Annie act.

Annie Bronn Johnston continued her campaign until President Richard Nixon signed the Wild and Free-Roaming Horses and Burros Act of 1971. This act prohibited capture, injury, or disturbance of wild horses and burros and for their transfer to suitable areas when populations became too large.

Unfortunately, this law has not been followed, but that would be a dissertation, not a blog post.

I never forgot Wild Horse Annie, and her bravery was part of what inspired my book, Wild Horses. Like Annie Bronn Johnston before him, Martin Castillo is determined to save the American mustang running wild on the Apache-Sitgreave national forest from round-ups and slaughter.


Blurb: Her family ranch outside of Payson, Arizona, is the last place Castaña Castillo thought she’d ever see again. But when her mustang activist brother goes missing, Castaña returns home to lead the search. Years of bad blood between local law enforcement and the Castillo men lead Castaña to believe the local cops won’t put out much effort to locate her brother. Especially since they think he murdered two federal wildlife agents.
Disgraced FBI agent Jake Breton needs to bring in Martin Castillo to redeem himself and resurrect his career. Falling in love with someone related to the suspect is the last thing he can afford to do. The last time he followed his heart, and not his head, it nearly cost him his life.
Danger, adventure, and death push Jake and Castaña together. Will they learn to trust each other and leave their pasts behind?

Excerpt:

What harm was there in confiding in him? He would leave in the morning. Maybe he’d even be useful as someone to bounce ideas off. God knew she didn’t have an exact plan. There were thousands of acres to search. Maybe Jake had bumped into him out there, or at least had an idea where to look. “No one seems to know where Martin went, or why. He doesn’t get along with the sheriff in town and I doubt they’d lift a finger to look for him.”

“Why’s that?” He sounded interested, but not judgmental.

“Because my father and brother didn’t always follow the rules,” she admitted in a rush of honesty. What was she saying? Her father had never followed any rules. Ramone Castillo had lived life the way he saw fit, with no thought to society’s restrictions or conventions. If he wanted to ignore his wife, he did. If he wanted to pretend his daughter didn’t exist, he did. He hadn’t given a rat’s ass about being arrested time and again for interfering with the government. His stints in jail hadn’t changed him one bit. If anything, they only made him more determined to do what he wanted.

“What did they do that the sheriff didn’t like?” Jake asked.

“My dad thought he was above the law,” she told him. “He was arrested countless times for sabotaging the BLM agents who oversee the wild horse herds. And Martin was just as determined as Pop to save the horses.”

“Save them from what?”

A wave of old bitterness flooded her as she remembered the way her father and brother shut her and Mama out of their lives. “They worship wild horses more than anything. Both my father and brother have made it their life’s work to save the mustangs from slaughter. Government interference enrages—enraged—them. In their opinion, the wild horses should be free. Some of their methods have been . . . extreme.”

“But isn’t it true that if the government doesn’t step in and remove some of the horses won’t they overpopulate the area and starve to death?” He used the same argument she herself had on more than one occasion with Pop and Martin. But an outsider preaching about mustangs annoyed her all the same.

You an find Wild Horses: at
Crimson Romance
Amazon
Goodreads
Itunes

A Cowboy To Keep:
Goodreads
Manic Readers

Thanks so much for spending time with me today, D’Ann.

Six-sentence Sunday 29/7/12

Welcome to Six-sentence Sunday. This week’s sentences come from The Next Victim, my latest romantic suspense novel.

As she described the footprints she’d seen in the woods, he saw her draw inward. It had really spooked her. He should be glad she’d been afraid. Maybe if she got scared enough she’d stop nosing into something she shouldn’t. At the same time, the vulnerability he saw in her eyes almost undid him. He wanted nothing more than to pull her into his arms and promise her she’d never have to be frightened again.

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Margery

Writer Wednesday – Mary Marvella

 
Little girl who outgrew paper dolls, coloring books, and fairytales.(NOT)

Remember coloring books and paper dolls? As a kid I adored both. I loved using my imagination to change the pictures and add to them. I traced them on plain paper so I could color them over and over again. I did the same thing with paper dolls, designing more clothes for them.

I have always told stories. I created stories for the coloring book characters and dolls. My favorites were fairytales, Cinderella, Snow White, and others with that Happily Ever After. The other girls liked the stories I made up for “What happened next.”

When my daughter was young, I used the same techniques to make the fairytales last. We added chapters to the old stories.

Today I still tell stories, but I use a different approach. I find my own “what if?” to get a story growing from a kernel of an idea. Margo’s Choice began with a first line contest. I needed a grabber, soooooo.

“Maybe I should become a lesbian for a week. “ I don’t know who sent that thought, but it made me wonder who would think that and why. Are you wondering?

Blurb:

Margo’s Choice is a Southern Women’s Fiction story.
Margo Lake isn’t looking forward to seeing her ex husband Jay again. After 16 years of separation the marine still knows how to push her buttons. She has never stopped loving him, at least in some ways, though she really doesn’t like him.

When she learns he isn’t coming for a visit but is retiring, she fears what he can do to her heart if she lets him inside for even a second. Even more, she fears for the heart of her youngest daughter, the child who adores him, the child he doesn’t believe is his.

Beginning:

“Maybe I should become a lesbian for a week,” I blurted.

Carol choked on what was left of her watered-down frozen strawberry daiquiri.

I intended to pat her back, but she had become a blur – three too many daiquiris for me. Even the beige walls of my den seemed to move.

“Where the hell did that come from?” Carol stared at me as if I’d grown two heads.

I gulped the rest of my drink and said, “Don’t know what else to do.

“Spill,” Carol banged her glass on the coffee table. “Right now, Margo.”

I hiccupped. “Jay Lake.”

Carol stared at me.

Excerpt:
Well, Hell. I’d planned to wait in the car. Some days Dee saw me as an okay mom. Others she didn’t want to be seen with me. I popped the trunk and prepared to lug the spare and the jack out. My cell rang in my pocket. What now? I half rose, banging my head on the trunk lid. Stars filled my vision while pain made me feel faint, a tad nauseous.

“Need any help?” A deep voice resonated near me, the masculine drawl familiar as my own. God, I really hit my head hard. That voice can’t belong to Jay. Most of the men in this part of Georgia had the same charming drawl, so much more pleasing than some I heard every day. Other drawls didn’t send shivers up my spin the way Jay’s did.

I opened my eyes and saw long, muscular, denim-clad legs near the back fender. Heat spread over my face as my attention followed the legs to thick thighs, then the worn placket over the zipper. What a package, so far. I should straighten and look the man in his eye, but my stiff back had been bent too long.

A deep, masculine chuckle made me blush as I placed my hand on my back and tried to escape the position that made studying his lower body too easy. By the time I managed to straighten, the man’s chuckle stopped.

“Sonovabitch!” His expletive wasn’t loud, but he hadn’t whispered it.

Margo’s Choice is available now for Kindle at http://www.amazon.com/dp/B008M0U8CU

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Foto Friday – Heroes

Isn’t this the cutest frame? It was a gift to hold this photo of my two favorite firefighters – hubby and son on the one occasion they were allowed to work together. Appropriate, isn’t it?