Blogging about corrections, color, cookies

C: Corrections, color, cookies.

Despite the fact that I’ve blogged more recently (you’re shocked, I know), I’m busy writing. I’m making revisions on a forthcoming story so my mind keeps going to that. Corrections, ugh. Yes, I too make typos. It’s part of life. So right now, I’m going through and making those corrections. The other c-topic on my mind? Color. I’ve been participating in the April event my friend puts on for the nail community, so Mainly blue. For this month, I have a lot of blue nail polish. :)

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My husband likes the sweet stuff, though, so this seemed a good addition. topic.

 

(and now…cookies!)

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Sorry I didn’t actually get a chance to bake any. That’s where the corrections and the writing gets in the way.

I guess I could add to this topic, my new book’s title falls in the C’s. :) *hinthint* Stay tuned for that. So…that’s my boring ole C topic this week.

If only she’d lived in another time….#SPeekSunday

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Sunday afternoon brings on another Sneak Peek Sunday.

Excerpt from my paranormal romance book Passion’s Sacred Dance.

cover art for Passion's Sacred Dance. Cover art by Kim Mendoza

Cover art by Kim Mendoza

“I had a freaky encounter with this incredibly strange woman,right here in our courtyard.” Stacy waved a hand in the direction in question. “And you nearly beheaded her.”
“Did I?” He pondered the lost and found box absently. “That is some dream. I’m glad to see I made an impression.”
She frowned. “That wasn’t the dream.”
He set the box aside, folding his hands and giving her his full attention. “Wasn’t it?”
“No, the dream consisted of you whisking me away on some wild trip through the lights. I can’t account for what happened between then and six the next morning.”
“I’m not stupid, Aaron. I remember what went on last evening.” She waved a hand as if batting the problem away….
***
“I shouldn’t rattle on at you like this. I’m sorry to trouble you.”
His eyes twinkled and Stacy gulped. “It’s no trouble,” he said. If possible, his voice got even deeper with an edge of desire to it that curled her toes pleasantly. “I must say you’re pretty enough to be forgiven just about anything.”
No trouble? Her brain, and her honor, headed south every second he stood across from her. If they lived in the sixteenth century, she’d consider begging her father
to make a marriage contract with Aaron Fielding.

Oh, dear….so what happened to poor Stacy to bring on this wild dream? You’ll have to read to find ouT! If you’d like to try it, Passion’s Sacred Dance is available at The Wild Rose Press, Amazon(for paperback and Kindle), All Romance Ebooks, Bookstrand, Itunes, and Kobo, and B&N.

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Review: The Naughty List by L.A. Kelley

I put up a new review on my other blog, from a paranormal romance author we’ve hosted here before, so I thought my readers might like to check it out. Don’t hate me, it’s gotten warm here and sometimes warm temps make me long for Christmas. This one, however, is just one I enjoyed a lot but never got around to reviewing. You can see it at the site linked below. Enjoy.

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via Review: The Naughty List by L.A. Kelley.

Blogging about B…Books

Well, I guess I missed the sign in date But since I’ve already written these, what the hey? I’ll post them.

B) Books. I have many to choose from but I like to laugh about this (cue the Blues Brothers) I write Both kin’s of story, fantasy and romance. I also dabble in historical subjects and other things. It’s what I do. I write, therefore I am… :)

I’ve been writing forever, like I said in the last post, I don’t expect that to ever change. Not everything will become a book but I hope most will. :) We shall see. I’ve written  the Antique Magic series:

 The Artist’s Inheritance

The balance between good and evil can be an art… or a curse.

Trevor and Caitlin were once happy newlyweds, profiting from Trevor’s art. Until Trevor inherits his brother’s house, and with it, his part of a family curse. Now, Caitlin will stop at nothing to save her beloved husband from insanity and suicide, even if it means she must embrace her destiny and become a witch.

 

Caitlin’s Book of Shadows

Something terrifying stalks Caitlin and her beloved Trevor. Something the bits and pieces she left claimed she had to make sense of–or so legend says. When the curator of their collection finds Caitlin’s long forgotten diary, she wonders will it tell the whole tale? Will it tell why Caitlin seemed so determined to tell the difference between reality and nightmare even as she continued the fight to defend her family from evil? Will it explain why she thought her world twisted? If she really became a witch?

What will the holidays hold for Caitlin? Perhaps the answer lies between the lines of her story, one of lessons, struggles, and the hopes she carried like a warrior’s shield.

**This is a side (or supplemental, if you will) story in the Antique Magic series, a companion to The Artist’s Inheritance (Antique Magic, Book One).

 Drawing Down the Shades

Business can be hell…

Life is good at Starfort Collectibles until the owners, Caitlin and Trevor Fulmer, acquire a beautiful statuette with a murky past. Shortly thereafter, mysterious hauntings wreak havoc on the couple when a ghost in the attic threatens retribution. Caitlin presses her coven for help before the ghost succeeds in meting out deadly punishment–on Trevor.

And the paranormal romance pieces Passion’s Sacred Dance and Murder Upon a Midnight Clear, and I’m planning a new one, coming sometime soon. And I have others, way more…you know. Stay tuned.

As to reading books, ha. You should see my bookshelves! They’re bending.  My Kindle’s always, more or less, in use too. I read (mostly) widely, fiction, non-fiction, doesn’t matter. I’m currently reading several books on my Kindle, and I have research tomes on my couch, plus, Dark Oracle by Alayna Williams plus, Pagan Stone by Nora Roberts, which to be honest, I think she could’ve ended the series in book one. Book two (The Hollow) and three (Pagan Stone) just aren’t as compelling as Blood Brothers (Or the Key and Three Sisters Island series). I’m also looking forward to reading Clash of Wills by S.G. Rogers and Divided Allegiance by Elizabeth Moon, and…many others. So! Books. :)

A is for author and….

So as usual, I am late. It’ April, so I’ve been thinking more about the Paint it Blue for Autism, event than anything.

Best laid plans, and all. But I wrote two already so I thought I’d get posty.

 

A) Author
I am an author. I’ve been writing for damned near my whole life. I’ve been trying to get published since I was 19. (that feels like damned near my whole life). Up until last two years, self publishing was never on my radar. I was always trying to get that elusive contract. I have it now, along with several other books (*whispers* self published) and I’ve learned I actually enjoy self publishing, so I intend to do it for as long as I can. Yes, I  know we’re not supposed to (omg) talk about our authoring but that’s so silly to me. Would you tell a mother not to talk about her children? I am an author. I hope you like my…stuff. LoL

I’m also an amateur photographer. All the time, really. Sometimes I piddle with photoshop, just to see what I can do with the final pic. Like so.pinkfresco

So A…doesn’t equal multi-talented, but there you go.

 

Redeeming and releasing a rebel with author Cynthia Woolf

Romance author Cynthia Woolf recently released a new historical romance. I asked her to tell us a little about it.

 

Redeemed by a RebelBlurb:
Jake Anderson killed a man defending his fiancée from a brutal attack, but lost her and his freedom in the process. Now he’s on the run, hunted by one of her murderers and tormented by the need for vengeance.Becky Finnegan will do anything to escape her drunken father’s fists, including slave away at their mine. Her only hope is to strike gold and make a new life for herself somewhere far, far away from Deadwood. But then Jake arrives and does the unthinkable…forces her to feel, to hope…and to love.

Jake would give his life to protect Becky, but all he can offer her is a broken heart, a criminal’s life, and a past haunted by failure. How can he save her when he’s already lost himself? When the devil catches up to him, will he destroy everything, or can the beautiful rebel redeem Jake’s lost soul?

CHAPTER 1

 

August 1876

He’d been dead. Deader than a doornail in a rotted-out door. Becky Finnegan remembered finding Horace Sutter splayed across the rocks like the annual sacrifice to some unknown god. Heck, that wasn’t something she was likely to ever forget. She’d had to leave him to collect her no good, drunkard father, Billy, from The Gem where he spent all the gold she worked her butt off to get.

She’d lied to Billy once again, only given him part of their gold. If she gave him all of it, like he wanted, nothing would be left to buy food or the pans and other equipment she needed to work their claim. And then there’d be no gold for him to go drown his sorrows. Sorrows that were her fault, according to him, since Becky killed her Ma by getting born. And then he’d beat her and she wouldn’t be able to work so there’d be no gold and the cycle would start again. Better to lie to him.

Resigned, she grabbed the mule’s bridle. Buster snorted at the small jerk she gave the gear as she started walking downstream along the narrow path that followed the creek. She’d made this path, going back and forth to their claim on a daily basis. After collecting Billy from The Gem, after he’d spent another night drowning his sorrows. Better there than at their campsite where he’d just complain and then beat her for the hell of it.

She and her father, Billy, originally came from the coal mines of West Virginia. Some said they were rebels because West Virginia was in the south during the War of Northern Aggression. But that was so long ago and there’d been many, many stops along the way. Becky barely remembered the place anymore. She supposed the only reason she didn’t forget it altogether was because she’d lived there with Grandma Bess. Those were the memories she liked to remember. Grandma Bess was so good to her, but then she had to go and die. Then there was just Billy and new place after new place

Every time she hoped this might be the spot, the one where they could put down roots. But it never was. Billy leached the goodwill from the townsfolk until there was none left and they had to move on.

She’d gotten lucky with her education. One of the ladies she worked for took pity on her and taught her to read, write and speak so she was able to get better jobs as time went on. But not good enough to keep Billy supplied which was why she spent all day in the cold river panning for whatever gold, flake or nugget, she could find.

She went into The Gem and saw Billy, face down on one of the tables next to the door.

“Hi, just came to get Billy,” she said to the man behind the bar.

“Ah, if it isn’t Miss Finnegan. Where are your bruises Becky? Guess Billy’s been keeping his fists to himself lately.” Al Swearengen, owner of The Gem and procurer of flesh, said from in front of his second floor office.

“No thanks to you and all the whiskey he downs here,” she said. There was a running dialogue that she had with Al, every time she picked up Billy.

“Thanks for that. I love the gold Billy spends here every night. He almost single-handedly keeps me in business.”

She rolled her eyes and looked over at Billy, wondering if she really could be related to the reprobate. She’d get the barkeep to load him on the mule and then, when they got back to camp, she’d untie him and let him slip to the ground. She used to try holding him up, to slow his fall, but too many times, she’d ended up trapped beneath him until she could shove his heavy body off her. Totally ignorant of the whole situation, he blissfully slept off the effects of his alcohol fueled stupor.

There’d been just as many times she left him at The Gem and let them deal with his sorry ass..

Dan, the barkeep said, “you get your father and get out. I keep telling you, this ain’t no place for a girl like you to be seen.”

“Oh, I don’t know, Dan,” said Al looking dapper in his black three piece pinstriped suit. He wore no tie and his shirt was open at the collar. Becky craned her neck to look upward at him. “We could give her a job that’s a lot easier than working that claim. Wouldn’t you like that Becky? No more standing in the cold river. You’d be flat on your back, but you’d be warm.”

He leaned on the hand rail of the second floor walkway. The small porch like structure went along the whole back of the building, all of the doors to the whores rooms were off of it and visible from the bar where the barkeep could keep track of the comings and goings of the men from the rooms.

“Not today, Mr. Swearengen, but I’ll be sure and keep your offer in mind.” She hoped the sarcasm came through in her voice.

Swearengen laughed. A great rumble from deep in his chest. “You do that. Help her load Billy on to her mule,” he said to the barkeep then he turned away and went back into his office. “See you tomorrow, Becky,” he called over his shoulder.

She nodded, then looked at the fancy women lounging around the room in varying states of undress and silently agreed with Dan. She should get out. She didn’t understand how they could do what they did. She’d rather work day and night in the creek than let any man with a dollar in his pocket touch her in that way.

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Author Cynthia Woolf

Author Cynthia Woolf

Bio:

Cynthia Woolf is the author of six historical western romance books and one short story with more books on the way. She was born in Denver, Colorado and raised in the mountains west of Golden. She spent her early years running wild around the mountain side with her friends.
Their closest neighbor was one quarter of a mile away, so her little brother was her playmate and her best friend. That fierce friendship lasted until his death in 2006.
Cynthia was and is an avid reader. Her mother was a librarian and brought new books home each week. This is where young Cynthia first got the storytelling bug. She wrote her first story at the age of ten. A romance about a little boy she liked at the time.
Cynthia loves writing and reading romance. Her first western romance Tame A Wild Heart, was inspired by the story her mother told her of meeting Cynthia’s father on a ranch in Creede, Colorado. Although Tame A Wild Heart takes place in Creede that is the only similiarity between the stories. Her father was a cowboy not a bounty hunter and her mother was a nursemaid (called a nanny now) not the ranch owner.

 

Cynthia credits her wonderfully supportive husband Jim and the great friends she’s made at CRW for saving her sanity and allowing her to explore her creativity.

 

TITLES AVAILABLE

REDEEMED BY A REBEL

TAME A WILD HEART

TAME A WILD WIND

TAME A WILD BRIDE

TAME A SUMMER HEART

CAPITAL BRIDE

HEIRESS BRIDE

FIERY BRIDE

LOVE AND MISERY, a very short story

 

Find out more about Cynthia and her works on her website: www.cynthiawoolf.com

Cynthia on Twitter @CynthiaWoolf