Romance

What’s in My Writing Hopper

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Every now and then I want to write the darker side of human nature. I want to dig deep and cut away to bad men who want to be loved. That is why I wrote Blind Date. It was supposed to be a sweet love story, but then I opened a bottle of wine.

I’ve decided to go back to The Company and pull out the rest of the team. However, this time, I’m entering the darkness with a heart warming story of a man at a crossroads in his life and his next decision, will change everything. His code name is Stop.

“There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.” ― Maya Angelou

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It’s Time to Turn the Page

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Turning the Page

At first, Ethan thought it was someone playing a joke on him. He almost hung up the phone when the nasally caricatured voice came across the line telling him, “Please hold the line for a call from Mayor Galley.”

Why would the Mayor be calling me? The Mayor’s booming baritone came across the line with his deep Southern drawl.

“Ethan, my boy, something of grave importunacy has come across my desk. I do not like it, nor do I desire for it to come to fruition,” Mayor Galley told him.

The one-sided conversation continued for several more minutes before Mayor Galley asked, “Do you understand what I am saying, Son?”

No, I don’t.

“Good. I will see you in my office at 11 am sharp! I have meetings all day so do not be late,” he told him.

Ethan hung up the phone. As he stood behind the counter, a perplexed look covered his face. His mother, a quiet woman born to be church first lady, watched him closely.

“Is there something wrong, Ethan?” Hester Strom wanted to know.

“I was summoned to the Mayor’s office today for a meeting at 11,” he told his mother.

Hester checked her watch. “You only have a half hour. Since you don’t have time to call anyone in to cover the shop, I will stay and handle things for you,” Hester said.

“Thanks, Mom, that means a lot,” he told her. The great thing was, his Mom came to the bookstore every Wednesday for a cup of Palheta’s Bouquet. One day, Ethan was slow getting the dark brew started, and his mother learned how to operate the coffee machine. Since she was in the shop each Wednesday anyway, Ethan trained her to man the register, stock shelves, receive inventory, and update the POS system. Leaving his mother in charge of the shop was an easy thing to do. Getting through the next few hours he found to be more than taxing on his patience, his nerves, and his eyeballs.

Janie didn’t really know what to make of Mayor Galley’s request to come to his office. She was told to be there at 11 am sharp. Dressed and ready to head out the door, she stopped briefly to update her brother. Jem was out of school and able to man the store for her in the morning, and Meg would be in at noon to start her shift.

Not quite certain what to wear, as well as having no fashion sense whatsoever, Janie donned her favorite pink tee shirt and a loose fitting pair of gym pants and headed to her meeting. Once she arrived, she immediately understood her favorite tee was probably not the best choice of clothing. This became evident when a black man standing in front of the Mayor’s office began to gawk at her chest. It wasn’t as if Janie was a triple D-cup, but she had enough to fill up an average sized male’s mouth. Her mother always told her that more than a mouthful was simply too much.

Still, the way he stared at her breasts was rude and uncalled for; she would not take his forwardness without a challenge. “Hey, bub!” she called to him. “My eyes are up here.”

Ethan was appalled. He had been caught staring at her shirt. Not only was the shirt a neon hot pink, which is what first caught his attention, but what kept him focused on it was the image. He asked, “I’m sorry. Is that a weight lifter on your shirt?”

Janie’s hands were on her hips in defiance, “Yes, it is!”

He could not stop himself from frowning when he said, “The position and pose of the weightlifter implies that he is performing a dead overhead lift of your…”

“Again, my eyes are up here, Bub,” she said.

Ethan could not let it go. He had never seen anything so blatantly sexist and sexy all in one neon hot pink package. The courage she had to wear it in public was one thing, but to wear to a meeting with the Mayor was another. She strolled past him into Mayor Galley’s office, as pretty as she pleased, shaking the Mayor’s hand and taking a seat.

Evidently, Ethan was the only person in the room who had not officially met the one and only Janie Cimoc. Neither the Mayor, the Deputy Mayor, nor the Mayor’s assistant paid any attention to the tee. Ethan’s eyes kept wandering back to it. There was even a weightlifting bar that sat perfectly under the two mounds, which held two black half circles that made it look as if her boobies were being cradled in the cups. The look on the weightlifter’s face implied he was straining to hold up the two masses.

“I’m glad you are both here. I think once we finish this meeting we are going to have a great plan to save both of your businesses and the sanctity of our town,” Mayor Galley Said. The rest of his team agreed with him.

Janie and Ethan spoke at the same time, “Our businesses are in trouble?”

The Mayor stood up and walked around his desk. He wore a long jacket that favored a tuxedo coat with tails. This jacket was complimentary to a pair of pin striped pants. To Ethan, the man looked like Mayor McCheese, bulbous nose included.

“The infidels are at the gate, and they are trying to destroy our way of life,” the Mayor told them both. Through a series of rants filled with pontifications and lopsided allegories, the meeting boiled down to a big box bookstore coming to Venture.

“Ethan, my wife looks forward to book club at your store. I also send my assistant over every Thursday for a large cup of that Guatemala Huehuetenango. That is some mighty fine coffee there, my boy,” the Mayor told him.

He turned his attention to Janie. “My kids have grown up in the Comic Book and your store is a staple in this town as well.”

So that is who she is. Janie Cimoc. In the flesh.

Ethan spoke up, “Sir, I am not certain what this meeting is about. Can you please clarify why we are here?”

The Mayor looked at Ethan as if he had just burped up a bologna mouth fart. “That big box store is going to run you both out of business. You will be out of business in less than a year unless we can get ahead of those bastards!”

Janie spoke, “Sir, I am certain there is enough business for all three of us to survive.”

“That is where you are wrong, Janie girl,” Mayor Galley told her. He went on to explain that corporate stores like those bring in their own management teams. “Locals are only hired part time at best. The book prices are too high and what they give back to the community is minimal.”

His eyes were filled with fire when he spoke to them, “You two understand this town because you live here; you grew up here. Our way of life is about uplifting and supporting each other.”

“What are you proposing, Mayor Galley?” Ethan asked.

Mayor Galley rubbed his rounded belly, “The city has two buildings, one on your side of town, Janie, and the other on your side, Ethan. The taxes are past due by three years, and now the properties belong to the City of Venture. I will let you have either building. You can pay up a year on the back taxes and set up a payment plan on the rest if you can’t pay the taxes out right.”

Janie was looking at Ethan and Ethan at her. She asked the same question of the Mayor that Ethan had, “What are you proposing, Mayor Galley?”

The Mayor seemed frustrated with them both. A large gust of coffee tinged breath came out of his mouth as he exhaled in exasperation. “In order for you two to be around after those corporate bastards come to town, you are going to have to combine forces!”

Ethan was staring at Janie’s shirt. “She and I combine our businesses?”

“Son, until now, I had never thought you to be daft. I am starting to wonder,” Mayor Galley said with a frown on his face.

“Your Honor,” Ethan said as he rose, “I am not daft, nor short-sighted, but if I am given a choice on whether or not to combine my business with a random stranger, I would rather not!”

The mayor slammed his hand on the desk. “Fine! You will be out of business in less than a year. You too, Janie girl!”

He breathed deeply before waddling his way behind his desk. “I am trying to do what is best for the two of you as well as the citizens of Venture. You two are young, and if you put your heads together, I am certain you can work out a fair deal and create the best of both worlds.”

Mayor Galley opened his desk drawer and pulled out two sets of keys. “Here are the addresses and keys to both of the buildings. I need you two to make this work,” he told them as he checked his watch.

Janie knew that meant their time was up. “Thank you, Mr. Mayor,” she said as she led the way out to the office.

In the hallway, she faced Ethan. My new business partner. He’s kind of cute. Based on his slow-witted responses in the meeting, he doesn’t seem very smart, though.

Janie stuck out her small hand for a shake, “Put it there, part’nuh!”

Ethan’s head was whirling. He accepted her handshake, then her business card that looked like a six-year-old had doodled stick people on a piece of card stock that was cut out at a whopsided angle. Janie proceeded to rattle off a list of things she needed to get done by the end of the day.

Why is she telling me this?

“Call me later, after four, so we can decide to meet or ride together to look at those buildings tomorrow,” she told him. He watched the neon pink shirt walk away. She was as interesting coming as she was going. On the back of the shirt was the same cartoon weightlifter, face down, doing pushups on dumbbells. The dumbbells were strategically placed on her butt cheeks. Each time she took a step, it looked as if the weightlifter was doing a one-armed press.

What just happened? Better yet, where in the hell did she get that crazy ass shirt?

That, he would have to answer later. Right now, his mind was focused on his arms. The fine hairs were sticking up from all of the goose pimples that had arisen from when she shook his hand.

Ethan was about to start a new chapter in his book of life. There was a great deal of information that would need to be set up in order for the story to flow smoothly. If not, this story would end just like his last novel; a hot, flat, mess.

He was smiling when he got into his car.

I have goose bumps.

 

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Well, That’s Just Illogical

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thursdays.1In my latest bestselling novel, Thursdays in Savannah, I wrote a character that was somewhat unlikeable.  She is so realistic, that it started a multipage discussion on Amazon reviews.  Seriously, she is so disliked, I received some 3 stars because many reader felt it was unfair that she got everything she wanted in the end.

Why: Because she had two men.  Somehow, she managed to be engaged to both.

Each knew about the other.

She got engaged on Valentine’s Day and met the hunky handy man on Valentine’s night.

Her logic: I am marrying for security, but before I do, I am going to sow some wild oats.

The readers hated her.

I pulled two of the reviews to share.

 

3.0 out of 5 stars Hmmmmm…., May 25, 2014

“There is something about this novel that just didn’t sit well with me. I wouldn’t say it’s the cheating directly because I’ve read other books with adultery as it’s plot point. But this story just…annoyed me. I think it has to do with the fact that Savannah just didn’t care about what she was doing. There was no remorse or guilt or feelings on her part where her fiancée was concerned. She had an entitled attitude about her that irritated me.

3.0 out of 5 stars Savannah, Savannah, Savannah!, May 22, 2014

“Oh Savannah girl, what are you doing? I loved the way the book began with Savannah speaking to us the “voyeurs” about her….ah, indiscretions. I am a one man at a time kind of girls so I was surprised that I liked this book.”
What is illogical to me is this.  Jesse, the handyman, knew she belonged to someone else, yet, went balls to the walls to make sure she ended up as his.  He was even relegated to one night a week and he pulled out all the stops.
Yet, readers felt she did not deserve him.
Every Thursday he came over, dinner was ready and so was her loving.  She cooked him breakfast and packed him a lunch.  He even tricked her into meeting his family, and she put her skills to work in his favor at a conference to make him shine.
In the end, he came out on top. He wanted her at his side.
I am just confused.  Why is it okay for the man to go after what he wants, but the not the lady?  When the lady goes for broke, she has to be a gold digger.
]Well, to me, it’s just illogical, but I would love to hear your thoughts.

Finally, a Reason to Love Thursdays

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Jesse Orison knew he was on borrowed time, but he had a plan. Savannah was set to marry another guy in year. Experience had taught him that a man could make a lot of things happen in 12 months.

His first priority starting next week, was to make her fall in love with him.

He would begin his methodical plan by paying her a visit on Thursday.

Savannah Niden had everything a girl could want, a nice condo, a great job and a fiancé. The only problem was the maintenance man, Jesse.

Jesse started coming over on Thursdays and he liked to stay all night.

Savannah’s primary problem, she was learning to love Thursdays and Jesse a whole lot.

Paperback is now available for pre-order on Amazon.

Coming May 23, 2014

Understanding Your Genre

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Over the past month, I have learned a great deal about my craft. Some of the lessons have been easy to comprehend, while others, have taken a moment. Oneharlequin_color of those moments came last week.

I was on Twitter, pleased with myself, and tooting my own horn. I felt I deserved it and I was not being a braggart; it was a minute of regaling in my accomplishment. I felt so good about myself, that I sent a Tweet to several book publishers to say, look at me. In all honesty, I was hoping that someone would see my anthill as ask if I wanted to join their colony. I received a reply from Harlequin who suggested I see their guidelines for submission and submit.

Great!

I followed the link.
I see this.

Harlequin Digital First  (PDF version) Cosmo Red-Hot Reads from Harlequin  (PDF version)

Harlequin American Romance  (PDF version)

Harlequin Blaze  (PDF version)

Harlequin Desire  (PDF version)

Harlequin Heartwarming  (PDF version)

Harlequin Historical (Mills & Boon Historical Romance)  (PDF version)

Harlequin Historical Undone  (PDF version)

Harlequin Intrigue  (PDF version)

Harlequin Medical Romance (Mills & Boon Medical Romance)  (PDF version)

Harlequin Presents (Mills & Boon Modern Romance)  (PDF version)

Harlequin Romance (Mills & Boon Cherish & Riva)  (PDF version)

Harlequin Romantic Suspense  (PDF version)

Harlequin Special Edition  (PDF version)

Harlequin Superromance  (PDF version)

Harlequin Teen  (PDF version) H

arlequin Nocturne  (PDF version)

Harlequin KISS  (PDF version)

Harlequin HQN  (PDF version)

Harlequin LUNA  (PDF version)

Harlequin MIRA  (PDF version)

Harlequin Kimani Press  (PDF version) Harlequin Kimani Arabesque Romance  (PDF version) Harlequin Kimani Romance  (PDF version) Harlequin Kimani TRU  (PDF version)

<!–Nocturne Bites  (PDF version)

–>Nocturne Cravings  (PDF version)

Nonfiction Editorial  (PDF version)

Spice <!–Spice Briefs  (PDF version)–>

Love Inspired  (PDF version) Love Inspired Historical  (PDF version) Love Inspired Suspense  (PDF version)

Harlequin Heartsong Presents  (PDF version)

Worldwide Mystery

I KNOW RIGHT? I turned into Sweet Brown, “ain’t nobody got time for that!”

It would take me the better part of the day just to read through the categories I THINK I might fit into. I know feel like the court jester.
I had no idea that there were this many categories of romance. I knew sweetheart, erotica and romantic suspense.

Being Mrs. BlakemoreMy genre is literary fiction.  Romance is my sub genre, that I write in the have fun. I guess I had better put on my thinking cap and learn something new about the genre I write in.

  In the meantime, I am having fun, as is evident with Being Mrs. Blakemore. I had fun this one as well as my readers.  If you have not had a      chance to check out my number one best-selling short story, then please by all means, take a read. (At this posting, it was #1 on Amazon).

 

How Do I Love Thee?

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I want to give my husband a super fantastic Christmas present but alas I am lacking super fantastic Christmas money. I am not going to make some cheesy coupon book. I have even toyed with the idea of making a personalized annual calendar of photos of the family and cool moments in our marriage. Honestly, I am stumped. You often hear your parents or grandparents say, “I don’t need anything.” It never dawns on you that you can reach a point in your life when there are no more gadgets or toys needed to make you feel whole. I think we are reaching that point. In case you don’t what that point is, it happens when you realize you either need to throw some things away or get a bigger place. All these things are spatial and quantifiable. I want to talk about the gifts of growing that are not quantifiable. I want to talk about the gift of love.

    Earlier I posted that Love was the one word that the bible took time to define. This time I want to talk about the small things that endear a person to you. I want to talk about those little idiosyncrasies that make us loveable. Elizabeth Barrett Browning sat down one day in 1846 and began to pen a letter to her husband on all the ways in which she loved him, including telling this man that she loved him to “depth and breadth and height, my soul can reach, when feeling out of sight.” Mrs. Barrett said she loved him not only freely, but purely, in the sun and by candlelight. She even went on to tell him she loved openly and freshly with the faith of a child. You have to admit, that is really deep. I want to be deep too. Please keep in mind, I may be a wordsmith, but I am no poet, but I will give it a try.

Ode to My Man

I love you when you stripped out the locks,

I love you even when you don’t pick up your socks.

My heart beats in a rhythm that is often too fast,

especially when you eat pizza and get lots of gas.

I love that you listen, even though you don’t hear

But just in your eyes, I see that you’re near.

I love you in ways I don’t understand and am

often so proud that you are my man.

I see you in ways that make me stand tall, when you help

Out the neighbor, and say, “no trouble at all.”

I love the way we have carved out a life from

the first day that you stepped up and made me your wife.

I have loved you from the beginning of our life spent in days,

I cannot begin to count out all the ways.

I love who you are and who you let me be

I cherish the moments to grow old with thee.

  • December 10, 2011

Stay good to one another while taking a moment to enjoy the smaller joys in life. I know it is always cool to get a great big gift that cost a lot of money, but it is equally fantastic to receive a gift that took a lot of thought. Remember the reason for the season and don’t get caught up in the hype.