Tangled up in You

“How long has it been since this storyline began…”

“When did you start writing?”

It’s one of the questions I get asked most when I tell people I’m an author. The real answer, is that I started writing when I was in the ninth grade in Linda Riggs’ class. I’d sit in the back and write my stories after I had finished my English classwork. My first novel? A really, really, bad story I called Summer Love. It was about a girl going to summer camp and finding her first love. I kept that manuscript in a box for I don’t know how long. But after a few moves, it’s history.

I wrote off and on after that. I never finished anything. I’d start one idea, play with it, work on it, and then another idea would hit and I’d abandon that one. One day, I just simply stopped writing altogether.

About ten years ago, I met someone who would become a great friend of mine. I was hanging out one night at a place I used to like to go to. We talked about writing, and he wrote me a poem on a bar napkin. I told him I’d write a poem back, and I did. A really horrible one, I’m sure. Today, I don’t even remember what it was about.

It did spark something in me and I started playing with words again. I found out about this thing called National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo), and I set out on a journey to write a novel in thirty days. I didn’t make it. But, I did start this wonderful story about this girl named Carly, this guy named Joey, and the Redbird Inn.

I set that story aside, but I never really forgot it.

A couple of years later, I was bartending and a friend of mine brought me a newspaper clipping about a story contest for a writer’s conference. All I had to do was write the opening scenes of a novel. That seemed easy enough. It was only a couple thousand words. So, I did it. I started the story of a woman who was tired of her alcoholic husband and the damage he was doing to not only his life, but hers as well.

I sent it off. Went to the conference. And won third place. I was ecstatic.

And motivated enough to finish the novel. I titled it Crossroads.

I finished this one, but it wasn’t the end for this story. I re-wrote it. Submitted it. Recieved rejection after rejection. I eventually put it away and started the second novel.

In 2014, I decided to give it a try one more time. If nothing happened this time, I was going to quit. I dusted it off, literally, and read through it again. I sent it out to some readers who had some pretty tough words for me. I was going to have to rework it. Again. Determined, I learned everything I could about story structure and mapping. I made a huge poster on my wall and moved the scenes around until it flowed. That poster is still on my office wall.

As I worked on it, I would listen to music. Every time that Aaron Lewis’ “Tangled up in You” came on, I would think that if Emily and Noah had a song, that would be it. When I started submitting the novel again, it not only had been completely redone, it had a new title as well.

I participated in PitMad on Twitter that summer. A publisher I’d never heard of before, Limitless Publishing, liked my Tweet, and I guess you could say that the rest is history. The story that started so many years ago, finally found a home.

And I haven’t quit writing since….

Cheers!

I’m out!

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Holding on to Someday by K. Leah

Holding on to Someday

By: K. Leah

“An amazing debut novel from author K. Leah. A heartfelt, heartwarming story that would make a fantastic Hallmark movie! Clara and Brady are a sweet couple you can’t help but cheer for.”

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Synopsis:

Clara had it all planned out… graduate from college, get married, find her dream job and start a family of her own. When she met Drew during her senior year of college, she was certain he was the Prince Charming she had been waiting for, the one to complete her fairytale life. Turns out life had different plans.

Now a single, middle-aged workaholic, Clara has poured herself into building her career, and those dreams of finding love have taken a backseat to her success. She’s been holding out for someday, but when that day finally comes… will she follow her heart or will fate step in yet again?

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About the Author:

K. Leah is a writer of sweet romance. She is a hopeless romantic who loves a happily ever after. She grew up in the South and wears many hats including being a wife and mom, and she also likes to dabble in graphic design.

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Where There’s Hope by Marianne Rice

Where There’s Hope, a Well Paired Novel by Marianne Rice
Release date: May 29, 2018
Genre: Contemporary romance/romantic women’s fiction

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Blurb:

Hope Windward’s life in Crystal Cove, Maine is comfortable, if not predictable. The small town has always been her safe haven, until Cameron Smithfield—the man who killed her daughter’s father—shows up. Now the stranger she’s hated from afar is working to become the town’s favorite citizen.

Cameron Smithfield’s life went horribly wrong the night he killed his brother in a car accident. After a decade in prison, he’s ready to make amends and do everything he can for his niece. There’s only one problem with his plan, he can’t seem to get past her mother’s protective instincts. While he’s not surprised by Hope’s guard dog instincts, he is surprised at the connection he feels with his brother’s old flame.

Hope doesn’t want to feel anything for Cameron, but his heart-melting smile and genuine affection for her daughter have a way of breaking through her carefully guarded emotions. That is, until her worst fear comes true, and all fingers point to Cameron. Now, Hope has to decide if she’s going to believe the evidence, or trust the newfound love within her heart.

Excerpt:

The front door opened before his foot touched the front step. Hope’s welcoming smile lit up the front stoop, and he did all he could to keep from picking her up in his arms and covering her mouth with his.

Those lips, though. Julia Roberts had nothing on Hope Windward.

“Hey,” she said coyly, her voice wrapped around his heart, giving it a gentle squeeze he hadn’t felt since he was a young boy.

“You’re beautiful.”

Hope looked down at her feet then back up at him, scrunching her nose in that adorable manner she did when she was confused. “I’m wearing jeans and a sweater.”

“I didn’t notice.” And he hadn’t. It was her rich hazel eyes and her sunshiny sparkle that brightened his dark world. She wore her hair down tonight, soft ribbons of dark blonde hair flowing just past her shoulders. Hair he longed to run his fingers through.
Cameron walked up the steps, stopping in the open doorway.

“Well, I’m noticing you. And you look very handsome. I don’t know what I like better, though. Sexy whiskers or the soft skin.”

Cameron rubbed his cheeks with his fingers. He’d shaven tonight for her family, thinking the clean look was more presentable to her parents and her daughter than the usual scruff on his face.

“You name it, beautiful, and I’ll do it.”

Hope raised an eyebrow and her gaze dropped to his lips. “You should probably come in and meet my parents first, don’t you think?”

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“You’re Gonna Hear Me Roar”

I was driving home the other night and Katy Perry’s song, “Roar” came on. I, of course, had to turn it up and sing right along with it. This song has always been special to me because it inspired a scene for Running on Empty. In Running on Empty, Grace who sings in a band in the beginning, loses her voice because of something traumatic that has happened to her. Every time she gets up to perform, she has a panic attack. As the story progresses, her friend Noah, starts talking with her and their visits help her to find her inner strength again. When Grace’s voice comes back, it comes back with a vengeance. She “Roars”. It’s one of my favorite scenes so far in the Boonie books. Here’s the scene.

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“That’s right. You never! But maybe you should. Life is about living, and enjoying it.” As soon as the words came out, Grace knew she was done with this job. At this point, if she was going down, she was going down in the proverbial flames. She was done with hiding. She was going to live again.

“Guess what?” she asked loud enough for the kids milling around to hear. “Looks like your Ms. Delchamp will be performing on this float. Let’s load up, kids. It’s time.”

She hiked her skirt up a wee bit more and went to the DJ stand manned by Mr. Benoit.

“I’ll take that mic,” she said. While he readied the music and the float began to roll, Grace took the red lipstick she often wore on stage out of her bag and applied it. She added a dash of lip gloss and teased her hair a bit more for good measure.

When the first song began to play, Grace felt a flash of fear. She nodded her head in time with the introduction. Then, when it was time for the vocals, without hesitation, Grace began to sing.

 

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Laissez les bon temps rouler!

Laissez les bon temps rouler!

(Let the good times roll!)

I’m originally from a small town in Oklahoma, so I didn’t grow up with Mardi Gras. In fact, all I knew about it was what I had seen on television. That, of course, meant Bourbon Street and all its debauchery. The Sin City of the South.

I had wanted to visit New Orleans, though, ever since I read Interview With the Vampire. I fell in love with the town from Anne Rice’s description, and her own passion for the Crescent City. So, when I had my first chance to go, I jumped on it. It just so happened it was during Mardi Gras, and one of the biggest parades, Endymion.

That was twenty years ago, and I remember it like it was yesterday. Well, maybe not yesterday, but definitely not like its been twenty years. I can feel the warm sun on my face. Smell the scent that is so New Orleans, a little of earth and a little of trash. (It was Mardi Gras). We walked the Quarter that day, and I was amazed. I was astounded that so many people could fit into one street.

I think this small-town girl’s eyes were open wide all-day long. (It was Mardi Gras.) Everything you see on television is true. But, I loved every minute of it. In my life, I had never experienced anything quite like that.

And then, the sun went down, and the parade started. I stood there, neon green alien cup in one hand, the other hand raised to catch whatever they were throwin’. The floats were breathtaking, all lit up like the Vegas strip, with celebrities on them and everything. Ian Ziering, from Beverly Hills 90210 just happened to be on one float and I think I swooned just a little. Maybe it was Ian, maybe it was whatever was in the alien drink, I don’t know. (It was Mardi Gras.)

At the end, neck heavy with beads, I’m sure my grin was as bright as the lights on the floats. The memory still makes me smile.

Twenty years later, I’m living right in the heart of Cajun Country and I still love Mardi Gras. There’s something about it that you won’t find anywhere else. It’s the joi de vivre, the excitement of the catch, the anticipation. I’ve ridden in parades, and I actually rented an apartment for years because it was near the parade route. Have I been back to New Orleans? Many, many times. Have I been back for the parades? No. I much prefer the laid-back atmosphere of Lafayette.

Fat Tuesday is coming up, so that means it’s once again, time to laissez les bon temps rouler!

Peace!

I’m out!

A Boonie New Year’s Eve

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I love New Year’s Eve, there’s something about saying goodbye to the old and ringing in the new. It’s no surprise that I have scenes that take place during this time of the year. This is one of my favorites, one from Running on Empty. Enjoy!

New Year’s Eve

Grace and Gabe walked into Snapper’s. Carly’s eyes lit up as she saw the two come in. She hurried from behind the bar to envelop them in hugs.

Joey came in the bar through the swinging wooden doors that separated the bar from the kitchen area. “Grace!” He, too, came around from behind the bar to shake Gabe’s hand, then he hugged Grace close. He left his hands on her arms so he could take a good look at her. Seeing her happy, the anger in her face gone, he smiled and hugged her close again.

“Austin’s been good to you,” Carly said.

Grace smiled and looked at Gabe. “Yes, yes, it has.”

“Did you text Ryder? What about Em and Noah?”

“They’re all coming,” Grace said.

Emily and Noah were the first to arrive. Then Ryder. Soon they were all gathered around the corner of the bar. The guys were playing pool, and Carly, who had ended her day shift, had taken charge of playing the jukebox. It was all like old times.

Cheech, as they all called him, approached the girls who sat in the corner, surrounded by whichever guys weren’t playing pool at the moment. Always the protective barrier.

“Hey, ladies,” he said. “Wanna hear some music?”

“Would love to,” Carly said, “but I have an idea. Why don’t we get Gabe and Grace to play a few? Would you guys do that? We’d love to hear y’all play.”

Gabe glanced at Grace, who nodded. “I’ll go get the guitars,” said Gabe.

“I’ll hook up the sound system,” said Grace.

Gabe stepped out to get the guitars and gear. Ryder set down his pool cue and came over to her.

“You look good, Grace,” he said.

“I feel good,” she said.

He leaned down and kissed her on the cheek. He took his black cowboy hat off and shoved it on her head. “Good.”

She leaned in and rested her head on his chest for a moment. Then looked up at him. “Thank you,” she said.

“No thanks necessary. Now, get that ass up there and sing. We’ve missed that voice.”

Grace and Gabe made quick work of the equipment and soon were sitting on the makeshift stage of Snapper’s.

“First up, we’re going to play an original song that Gabe and I have been working on. You guys are going to be the first to hear it,” Grace said into the mic. She motioned to Gabe, and he began to play.

After a few chords from Gabe’s guitar, Grace began to sing, “Deepest are the wounds without a scar at all.”

It was a slow song. Emily grabbed Noah and they headed to the area in front of the band that was used as a dance floor. Carly grabbed Joey. And Ryder, not to be left out, found Allison.

Grace’s eyes met Gabe’s, and she smiled.

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Must Read Monday 12/11

Must Read

Guilty Condolence

By: Kimberly N. Dean

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Synopis:

Sarie Anna and Jasen Riggins seemingly have it all. Sarie is the front woman of the number one country rock band, Carolina Fierce, and Jase is their head of security. But, Jase is also a co-owner of Anserve Inc., a private contracting company for the government. Black ops, totally expendable.

When a mission goes south will Jase be able to conquer his demons, or will Jase and Sarie be lost in a Guilty Condolence.

Amazon Buy Link: https://www.amazon.com/Guilty-Condolence-Sometimes-Have-Fall-ebook/dp/B01N784PQ4/

About the Author:

Kimberly Dean makes her home in the suburbs outside of Atlanta, GA. She is married with three sons.

An avid writer and reader, Kimberly enjoys novels in all genres and states that her favorite authors are Lexi Blake, Lexi Buchanan, Nicole Edwards, and Nora Roberts.

When she isn’t reading or writing, Kimberly is a baseball mom. Her favorite MLB team is the New York Yankees, and her favorite players are Tyler Austin, and the Molina brothers, Bengie, Jose and Yadier.

 

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Must Read Monday 12/4/17

Must Read

#1 Fan

By: Andrew Hess

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Synopsis:

Living the life of an aspiring author is tough. Nothing written is ever good enough, everyone’s a critic, and no one believes the dream will work. Evan Taylor takes on all of it as he struggles to make himself known. He’s on the verge of being the next big thing when he meets Sara Reed, his biggest fan. Her love took him by surprise, making life on the road more difficult. With books being Evan’s life, will they cost him the love of his life?

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Must Read Monday 11/27/17

Must Read

Promise (Coeur du Bayou Trilogy) (Volume 1)

By: Lisa Coots

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Synopsis:

The small Louisiana town of Cypress Point promises a fresh start for Claire Hebert and her lovable Great Dane Rosie. On the run from a monster, Claire hopes the new job and new town will help her escape her past. Her free spirited friend, Serena, and the friendly folks next door keep her hoping and dreaming of a better tomorrow. Fate takes a hand — with a little help from Rosie — throwing Claire into the arms of sexy Sheriff’s Deputy, Evan Bertrand. Sparks fly, but instincts steer him away from his parents’ crazy neighbor and her trouble making canine. Will the chaos surrounding Claire be Evan’s undoing, or will their passion live up to its promise? Mysterious happenings hint at the secrets held in Serena’s house, and warnings of a dangerous reunion threaten to spoil Claire’s promised tomorrow. On Halloween night, during a violent storm, Claire’s monster returns. Can Evan, with the help of a ghostly presence, help her overcome her past once and for all?

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Ghost Hunting in Galveston

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I’m a big fan of ghost tours. I’ve taken several in New Orleans in the past. And I’ve visited the Myrtles Plantation. I love the stories of the history of the towns and houses of Louisiana. Being a geek for ghosts, when I found out that Galveston was reputedly one of the most haunted cities in the U.S., I had to go check it out.

On the tour, our guide was extremely informative. I learned so much about Galveston’s history, including the fact that the notorious pirate Jean Lafitte once had a base there. I’ll definitely be researching more on this.

One of our stops was the Hutchings-Sealy building (pictured above). When the hurricane of 1900 hit, the water was so high that it reached the second floor. A school teacher there would step out on to the ledge and grab people as they floated by, dead or alive. The teacher ended up passing away from fever soon after.

People have reported seeing the teacher in pictures, and as a ghostly figure at the top of the stairs. She’s also been heard weeping, and even calling out worker’s names in the restaurant that now inhabits the first floor.

I took several pictures the night of the ghost tour, but nothing appeared in those. However, when I went back the next morning, I decided to take a few more. Why not?

I snapped a few of the doorway in the middle, the one without the arch. Then, went about my merry way, as there is a lot to see on Strand Street. Also, it’s been my experience that for whatever reason, images don’t appear until later. Why this is, I have no idea.

I was scrolling through later, and had to stop and do a double take. There was an odd spot of light near the bottom of one pic. When I enlarged it, it resembled a face. Excited, I sent it to a ghost loving friend of mine, and she sent back, “Do you see this?”

That wasn’t the only face.

All in all, we counted at least six.

Chills, I tell you. I got the chills. It was by far one of the creepiest pics I’ve taken on one of these trips.

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Are these faces of people past or merely smudges on glass? For all I know it could be fingerprints and my always over active imagination. Who knows. Will I be doing more ghost tours in Galveston? Definitely, I didn’t realize there was so much history in this small town that was once one of the biggest ports in the U.S. And don’t forget the ghosts! 🙂

Peace!

I’m out!

Additional Resources:

https://www.hauntedrooms.com/8-haunted-places-galveston-tx

https://www.galveston.com/ghosts/

http://www.galvestonghost.com/