1: Thank you so much for being here, Margaret. First up is the obligatory question. When did you first begin writing?
A. In June 2003 I took a writing class at Lakeland Community College from noted author June Lund Shiplett. I thought I was going to write a children’s book.
2: What inspired you to write?
A. I have always loved reading. My husband told me I read so many books maybe it would be a good idea if I wrote one. I finally did something about it.
3: What do you like the most and the least about writing?
A. I love when my characters come alive in my head and begin to dictate the story.
Rewrites are forever.
4: Are you currently working on?
A. Rewrite of my third novel – HOSTAGE IN LOVE.
5: What do you for fun and relaxation when not writing?
A. I love to paint – watercolors. I am a former art teacher. I also used to paint on silk and had my work displayed at a local art gallery.
6: Which authors do you like to read?
A. My favorite author of all times is Irving Stone. I encourage everyone to give him a try. He wrote biographical fiction. When he died I cried because there would be no more books.
Donna MacMeans writes wonderful historical romance. Then I also read the Linda Lael Miller, Debbie Macomber, J.D.Robb, Sandra Brown and many, many other authors. Of course I always read anything that you write.
7: What’s the one thing you’d most like people to know about you?
A. I love writing, painting, teaching and people. My family is very important to me.
8: Do you have any tips for aspiring authors?
A. Never give up your dreams. It’s what makes life worthwhile.
9: If you could go anywhere in the world, where would you go and why?
A. That’s a hard one to answer. I’d love to be able to see all of the great art museums and stand in front of gorgeous paintings and sculptures. I love to travel by car so that I can see the countryside and imagine what the people are doing in the homes, stores, farms etc.
10: Tell me about your novel, where I can find it and your website/blog.
A. My novel FLAMES OF BETRAYAL is available on the Kindle from Amazon.
Website is www.margaretgeyer.com
BETRAYAL began in my first writing class. We were told to write a story about ‘something blows up’. Minda’s U Haul trailer blows up and that begins her adventure in a small town in New Mexico.
Minda may be a bombshell when it comes to looks, but her life's a mess. Unexplained accidents, men anxious to help, the mob, and deep betrayals keep her life in chaos.
The novel I am working on now is another romantic suspense – HOSTAGE IN LOVE. A bank robbery, a hostage, a second chance for love, a question of survival and a hint of paranormal keeps suspense high and romance intriguing.
When Lt. Jake Morran responds to a bank robbery in progress, the last thing he expects to see is a robber in a Halloween mask escaping with his lover, Clare Kelley. During his search he relies on his training, strength, and an odd psychic connection he has with Clare to guide him. The only question is will Jake’s visions lead him to Clare before it’s too late?
Excerpt from FLAMES OF BETRAYAL
Minda untied the towel at her waist and set it on the lounger. Alan forgot to breathe. Her long slim legs seemed to go on forever. When she pulled the T-shirt over her head, he stifled a groan. The black one piece suit fit like a glove. The high cut at the side accentuated her long legs. Her breasts were large and full. He was in trouble – deep trouble. He had to remember why he was there with her. Business be damned! His member throbbed.
Slipping off his shoes first, he tried to look nonchalant. Hard. He was rock hard. He didn’t want to take off his shorts. She’d see what she did to him. He turned his back and pulled down the khaki shorts and tossed them on a lounger. He made a beeline for the pool and jumped in to hide his hard-on.
It was a miracle that the water didn’t sizzle when he dove into the smooth water. Minda followed close behind, came up first, and began a fast breaststroke. Alan’s head broke the surface, saw her and immediately joined in. When they reached the end, they stood and smiled at each other.
She grabbed the bar at the end of the pool, and let her legs float along the surface. She began splashing. He jumped back out of the way. Those long legs drove him crazy. He pictured then wrapped around him, and his body responded. Damn, the cool water didn’t cool the heat throbbing in his loins. He was harder now than when he dove into the pool. What was it about her? He’d seen gorgeous, stacked females before, and landed them in his bed. He wanted her and wanted her quick, hard and forever. Shit, where did that ‘forever’ come from? Remember your job. He better say something.
“I didn’t know I invited an expert to join me.” God! Did that sound lame?
“I’m not an expert. I like to swim. Can you do the backstroke?”
“Yep, I can do that. When we get back to the other end, you can get out and enjoy the sun a while. I’m going to do a few laps.” Calm down the ache was more like it.
“You’re on.”
In seconds Minda let go of the rail, flipped to her back and began and excellent back stroke. Her breasts peaked above the top of the water, and Alan caught his breath. Shit. Close your mouth and swim. His powerful strokes pulled him through the water and past her. He reached the shallow end first. Minda swam closer. Her breasts strained at the black fabric of the suit. He took a deep breath as she stood next to him.
“You can get out and catch some rays. I’m going to do a few more laps before I get out.” He prayed he’d survive long enough to do it.
“Don’t be too long. I want company. Plus, I’ll need you to rub on my sunscreen. I don’t have a tan like you, and I don’t want to burn.”
“I’ll be out in a flash. Go on, now.”
She climbed out of the pool. Her tight little ass sent another surge straight to his groin. Whose idea was this? Shit. He submerged and began a frantic effort to regain some composure.
Four laps later, he pulled himself up and out of the pool. His eyes lowered as he walked to his lounger. He had to keep temptation at bay. One look and he’d be rock hard again. He grabbed his towel, dried his hair and sat. He looked over in time to see her reach for her sunscreen. His manhood hardened. He wrapped his towel around his waist to hide the evidence. God, what a knock-out. Long legs he imagined around his body. Boobs that begged his lips to suckle them. Whoa. Get your mind back on business. But, this one time there might be a side delight to business. Say something, fool.
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
Saturday, March 6, 2010
Welcome, Carol Preflatish
1: Thank you so much for being here, Carol. First up is the obligatory question. When did you first begin writing?
A. I first started writing in high school when I worked on the newspaper. In 2000, my New Year's resolution was to write a novel. I did that, but it took me over a year to do it.
2: What inspired you to write?
A. It was a hobby when I first started out. I liked being creative and writing was the perfect outlet for that.
3: What do you like the most and least about writing?
A. I love it when I can sit to write and the words just flow. I write a lot over my lunch hour at work, and it's very frustrating when I'm on a roll, and I find it's time to go back to work. The two things that are my least favorite about writing is editing and writing a synopsis.
4: What do you do for fun and relaxation when not writing?
A. I love to work in my garden, go camping with my husband, read good mysteries, and watch movies.
5: Which authors do you like to read?
A. My favorite authors are James Patterson, Lisa Gardner, and the late Robert B. Parker.
6: What’s the one thing you’d most like people to know about you?
A. I think I have a great sense of humor.
7: Tell me about your current novel, where I can find it and your website/blog.
A. My current novel is called "Love, Lies & Deceit." It's a romantic suspense about a CIA training officer who falls in love with his trainee. After he is arrested for treason, he asks her to help him prove his innocence. She has to decide if she trusts him enough to put her career and life at risk to help him. Published by Red Rose Publishing, and you can find a link to it on my web site, http://CarolPre.webs.com
8: Do you have any tips for aspiring authors?
A. Don't be discouraged if you get a rejection letter. I had a whole stack before I finally sold my manuscript.
9: Do you base your characters on real-life people?
A. I don't base my characters on any one particular person, but take characteristics from several different people and put them into one character.
10: Where do you get your ideas and what inspired you to write this book?
A. I don't really have a set way to get my ideas. Mostly, I just think them up. However, the book I am working on now is loosely based on a real mystery that happened near where I live.
11: What are you currently working on?
A. My current project is about a New York City writer, Jaime Wilson who wants the Assistant Editor job at Real Mystery Magazine. In order to get it, she has to write a kick-ass story, and what could be better than a 30-year old unsolved murder in a small town.
When Jaime visits Royal, Indiana to investigate, she soon finds that someone in the town doesn't want the mystery solved. After she becomes the next target, handsome Sheriff Ben Hunter comes to her rescue. She didn't count on falling in love with the sheriff, and he didn't think he would have to work so hard to keep her safe.
12. Is there anything else you’d like us to know about you?
A. In addition to writing fiction, I have also written a cookbook called "Masters & Disasters of Cooking." It's a collection of comical stories about some of my unbelievable cooking disasters and also some of my masterpieces. A wonderful recipe accompanies each story and you can find where to buy it on my web site. I also write a food blog that can be found at http://carolsfoodbites.blogspot.com/
Thank you so much for hosting me today. I have enjoyed talking with you.
And I’ve enjoyed talking with you. Thank you for visiting and good luck with your book.
Excerpt from "Love, Lies & Deceit":
Back on the highway, Julie took the George Washington Memorial Highway to Alexandria and to her apartment. When she walked in the door, a strange feeling came over her. She turned on the light and looked around the room. Everything looked in its place. She put her keys and purse on the table and walked into the kitchen. That's when she noticed the glass sitting next to the sink, used. She knew she hadn't dirtied a glass that morning. She walked into the living room and got her gun from the desk drawer. The only place someone could be hiding in her apartment was the bathroom or the bedroom.
She walked toward the bathroom. The door stood ajar. With her foot she pushed it all the way open and turned on the light. No one was inside, or hiding in the shower. Once in the hallway, she stepped toward the bedroom. This door was open, but the room inside was dark. With gun in one hand, she reached in to flick the switch with the other. But, before she could turn the light on, a hand grabbed her arm with the gun and flung her on the bed. Someone landed on top of her and pinned down her hand with the gun. Her attempt to scream was stifled because a hand clasped over her mouth. She tried to struggle, but he was too strong.
"Stop fighting me and don't scream." The man took the gun out of her hand.
"I'm going to take my hand away from your mouth. You aren't going to scream, are you?"
She shook her head no. Gradually, he removed his hand from over her mouth until she was able to speak. "Get off me, you bastard!" She had recognized her assailant's voice.
He rolled off and she turned on the light. Jason stood on the other side of the bed from her. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"
"I needed to talk to you."
"You couldn't pick up the phone and call me? I would have come to your apartment." She rolled her neck to make sure she was okay.
"My phone is being monitored."
"What do you want?"
"I need your help, but first I need to know if I can trust you." He swallowed hard. "Did you have anything to do with the drop in Austria, resulting in my arrest?"
She looked at her gun in his hand. "You still have my gun. How I answer your question determines what you do with it.
He placed her gun on her bed. "I'm sorry. I didn't realize I still had it. Julie, I have to know if you were involved in some way."
She laughed. "I must be a pretty damn good spy if you need to ask me that. No, I had nothing to do with it."
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, dropping his head. "I believe you."
You can purchase "Love, Lies & Deceit" at http://www.redrosepublishing.com
A. I first started writing in high school when I worked on the newspaper. In 2000, my New Year's resolution was to write a novel. I did that, but it took me over a year to do it.
2: What inspired you to write?
A. It was a hobby when I first started out. I liked being creative and writing was the perfect outlet for that.
3: What do you like the most and least about writing?
A. I love it when I can sit to write and the words just flow. I write a lot over my lunch hour at work, and it's very frustrating when I'm on a roll, and I find it's time to go back to work. The two things that are my least favorite about writing is editing and writing a synopsis.
4: What do you do for fun and relaxation when not writing?
A. I love to work in my garden, go camping with my husband, read good mysteries, and watch movies.
5: Which authors do you like to read?
A. My favorite authors are James Patterson, Lisa Gardner, and the late Robert B. Parker.
6: What’s the one thing you’d most like people to know about you?
A. I think I have a great sense of humor.
7: Tell me about your current novel, where I can find it and your website/blog.
A. My current novel is called "Love, Lies & Deceit." It's a romantic suspense about a CIA training officer who falls in love with his trainee. After he is arrested for treason, he asks her to help him prove his innocence. She has to decide if she trusts him enough to put her career and life at risk to help him. Published by Red Rose Publishing, and you can find a link to it on my web site, http://CarolPre.webs.com
8: Do you have any tips for aspiring authors?
A. Don't be discouraged if you get a rejection letter. I had a whole stack before I finally sold my manuscript.
9: Do you base your characters on real-life people?
A. I don't base my characters on any one particular person, but take characteristics from several different people and put them into one character.
10: Where do you get your ideas and what inspired you to write this book?
A. I don't really have a set way to get my ideas. Mostly, I just think them up. However, the book I am working on now is loosely based on a real mystery that happened near where I live.
11: What are you currently working on?
A. My current project is about a New York City writer, Jaime Wilson who wants the Assistant Editor job at Real Mystery Magazine. In order to get it, she has to write a kick-ass story, and what could be better than a 30-year old unsolved murder in a small town.
When Jaime visits Royal, Indiana to investigate, she soon finds that someone in the town doesn't want the mystery solved. After she becomes the next target, handsome Sheriff Ben Hunter comes to her rescue. She didn't count on falling in love with the sheriff, and he didn't think he would have to work so hard to keep her safe.
12. Is there anything else you’d like us to know about you?
A. In addition to writing fiction, I have also written a cookbook called "Masters & Disasters of Cooking." It's a collection of comical stories about some of my unbelievable cooking disasters and also some of my masterpieces. A wonderful recipe accompanies each story and you can find where to buy it on my web site. I also write a food blog that can be found at http://carolsfoodbites.blogspot.com/
Thank you so much for hosting me today. I have enjoyed talking with you.
And I’ve enjoyed talking with you. Thank you for visiting and good luck with your book.
Excerpt from "Love, Lies & Deceit":
Back on the highway, Julie took the George Washington Memorial Highway to Alexandria and to her apartment. When she walked in the door, a strange feeling came over her. She turned on the light and looked around the room. Everything looked in its place. She put her keys and purse on the table and walked into the kitchen. That's when she noticed the glass sitting next to the sink, used. She knew she hadn't dirtied a glass that morning. She walked into the living room and got her gun from the desk drawer. The only place someone could be hiding in her apartment was the bathroom or the bedroom.
She walked toward the bathroom. The door stood ajar. With her foot she pushed it all the way open and turned on the light. No one was inside, or hiding in the shower. Once in the hallway, she stepped toward the bedroom. This door was open, but the room inside was dark. With gun in one hand, she reached in to flick the switch with the other. But, before she could turn the light on, a hand grabbed her arm with the gun and flung her on the bed. Someone landed on top of her and pinned down her hand with the gun. Her attempt to scream was stifled because a hand clasped over her mouth. She tried to struggle, but he was too strong.
"Stop fighting me and don't scream." The man took the gun out of her hand.
"I'm going to take my hand away from your mouth. You aren't going to scream, are you?"
She shook her head no. Gradually, he removed his hand from over her mouth until she was able to speak. "Get off me, you bastard!" She had recognized her assailant's voice.
He rolled off and she turned on the light. Jason stood on the other side of the bed from her. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"
"I needed to talk to you."
"You couldn't pick up the phone and call me? I would have come to your apartment." She rolled her neck to make sure she was okay.
"My phone is being monitored."
"What do you want?"
"I need your help, but first I need to know if I can trust you." He swallowed hard. "Did you have anything to do with the drop in Austria, resulting in my arrest?"
She looked at her gun in his hand. "You still have my gun. How I answer your question determines what you do with it.
He placed her gun on her bed. "I'm sorry. I didn't realize I still had it. Julie, I have to know if you were involved in some way."
She laughed. "I must be a pretty damn good spy if you need to ask me that. No, I had nothing to do with it."
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, dropping his head. "I believe you."
You can purchase "Love, Lies & Deceit" at http://www.redrosepublishing.com
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
Spring is in the air and so is romance
We have a slight warming trend promised for the weekend and I can't wait. We just got a new puppy, a snorkie (yorkie/schitzu). He's adorable, but what a handful. He's so active. He absolutely exhausts me. I'd forgotten how it was to train a puppy. Worse part is, my bichon isn't overly excited to have this newcomer. That surprised me becaue he's always been very social with other dogs and loves to play. Not so with this one. Whenever Oliver (that's what we finally named him and that's another story in itself) is in the room, Toby (the bichon) goes in the bedroom or basement. I've never seen him react like that before.
As Spring approaches, I've invited my fellow authors to do a blog interview. It'll be fun to see what authors write, what they like and how they come up with thier ideas. I'm looking forward to it.
As Spring approaches, I've invited my fellow authors to do a blog interview. It'll be fun to see what authors write, what they like and how they come up with thier ideas. I'm looking forward to it.
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
Coming Soon
from Red Rose Publishing - Designed for Love
http://redrosepublishing.com/bookstore/product_info.php?products_id=834
Fate - kismet - whatever it is, it turned Interior Designer, Wendy Seidel's world upside down. From a chance meeting at the airport to Florida and back to Ohio, Wendy can't believe the strange circumstances that put her and Bill Johnson together.
http://redrosepublishing.com/bookstore/product_info.php?products_id=834
Fate - kismet - whatever it is, it turned Interior Designer, Wendy Seidel's world upside down. From a chance meeting at the airport to Florida and back to Ohio, Wendy can't believe the strange circumstances that put her and Bill Johnson together.
Friday, February 26, 2010
Excerpt from Time to Live Again
Doesn’t that man ever stay in the house? Rose slammed her car door and tried to ignore the man next door. She wished he’d let her get away without trying to talk to her, just once. But why should this time be any different? She lowered her head and hurried toward her house. She wasn’t in the mood for conversation. At least not with him.
“Hello, Rose, uh...Mrs. Asbury.” He dropped his snow shovel, grabbed something from his garage and hurried toward her.
His relaxed, tall, lean body in a denim jacket and jeans caused a stir of excitement in her. Even his graying temples aroused something in her that she found way too familiar. Stirred up feelings she didn’t want stirred up. She barely glanced at him, yet she felt a tug on her heart.
Darn! Rose pulled her coat closed against the cold wind. Why didn’t he just leave her alone? You’d think by now he’d realize she didn’t care to talk to him. Her stomach fluttered, a feeling she hadn’t experienced in a long time. Hunger pangs, or nerves, that’s all. She nodded a hello, like always, and hurried to her house.
Suddenly, Rose’s feet slid out from under her. Splat! She landed on her butt, fell back and hit her head. Groceries flew everywhere. Oh crap, just what she needed. She looked up into the gray eyes of the man leaning over her.
“Are you all right?”
Heat rose to her face. Other than humiliated, she was fine. A bit sore, but she didn’t think she had any broken bones. She tried to sit up.
“Wait!” He pushed her back down. “You may have broken something.” He ran his hands gently across her ankles and legs and up toward her thigh.
A smoldering heat started deep in Rose’s stomach. She held her breath, let it out slowly. Even through her slacks, the heat from his hand sent tingly sensations down to her toes.
That was it, she’d had enough. She pushed his hands away, sat up and managed to get to her knees. The man tried to help her stand. She ignored him and brushed herself off. Heat radiated from her face, and she knew it turned as red as her coat.
She bent down to pickup her groceries. She still hadn’t spoken to him. She wished he’d leave. She could manage just fine without his help. He picked up some of her canned goods and put them in the bag. She reached for it.
“Here, this is for you.”
“For what?” She looked at the rose in his hand.
“It’s a yellow rose. It means friendship.”
She could see it was a yellow rose, she wasn’t a nitwit. And she knew what it meant. Frank used to bring her roses every week. She took the rose from him. “I...uh...” Hell, she didn’t know what to say. Why would he give her a rose?
“I saw it and thought of you.” He ran his fingers around his shirt collar.
“Here, let me help.” He picked up the bag of groceries and started walking toward her door.
She grabbed the bag from him and ran into her house, too humiliated to speak, leaving him to stare after her.
Stephen watched Rose walk away. Damn woman made him feel like he did something wrong. Worse than a kid getting scolded by the principal. Why he bought that damn rose was beyond him. When he saw the display in the grocery store, it seemed like a good idea. Especially when he saw their meanings. Now he wished he hadn’t bothered.
Crabby old woman, she could have at least said thank you. Okay, so it was cold and she fell, but she did the same thing in the summer. How many times had he seen her working in her yard? When he came out, she jumped up and hurried into the house. You’d think he tried to attack her or had some horrible disease.
All he wanted was some friendly conversation. He shook his head. Don’t know about her. Obviously, she didn’t want anything to do with him. Too bad, she’s an attractive woman. Not that he was looking for anything more than friendship. Hell, he lived here over a year, and she never did more than nod at him. Bet she didn’t even know his name.
Crotchety old biddy.
So why did he bother with her? He really didn’t need more friends. He had the senior center and the neighbors a couple doors down, Len and Millie Fisher. Why he insisted on talking to Rose Asbury he’d never know.
Still, he hoped she wasn’t hurt. She had taken a nasty fall. Bet she’d feel it in the morning. Bet she’d have a good black and blue mark, too. He chuckled. Served her right, rude old coot.
Something about her, though. He shook his head. Not sure why, but he wanted to break through that tough reserve. He shrugged and walked back to the garage, put the shovel away and went into the house.
Oh, well, can’t say he didn’t try.
Rose set her groceries on the counter and rubbed her hip. Gonna be sore as hell tomorrow, she could tell. Bet it turned black and blue already. Stupid klutz! Talk about the epitome of embarrassment. Bad enough she fell, but why did he have to see her? She made a fresh pot of coffee, picked up the rose and smelled it. Something about the fragrance of the rose made her think of Frank.
“You could have been nicer to him,” a voice whispered.
Rose jumped back. What the hell? “Who’s there?” She spun around the small kitchen. Shivers ran up her spine. She didn’t see anyone, yet she sensed a presence. Cold air brushed past her and settled over the room. She gripped the counter. What the hell’s going on here? “Who’s there?” she yelled again.
“It’s only me.” A shadowy figure appeared in front of her.
Time to Live Again will be available from Red Rose Publishing on March 11th.
check it out at http://redrosepublishing.com/bookstore/product_info.php?products_id=692
“Hello, Rose, uh...Mrs. Asbury.” He dropped his snow shovel, grabbed something from his garage and hurried toward her.
His relaxed, tall, lean body in a denim jacket and jeans caused a stir of excitement in her. Even his graying temples aroused something in her that she found way too familiar. Stirred up feelings she didn’t want stirred up. She barely glanced at him, yet she felt a tug on her heart.
Darn! Rose pulled her coat closed against the cold wind. Why didn’t he just leave her alone? You’d think by now he’d realize she didn’t care to talk to him. Her stomach fluttered, a feeling she hadn’t experienced in a long time. Hunger pangs, or nerves, that’s all. She nodded a hello, like always, and hurried to her house.
Suddenly, Rose’s feet slid out from under her. Splat! She landed on her butt, fell back and hit her head. Groceries flew everywhere. Oh crap, just what she needed. She looked up into the gray eyes of the man leaning over her.
“Are you all right?”
Heat rose to her face. Other than humiliated, she was fine. A bit sore, but she didn’t think she had any broken bones. She tried to sit up.
“Wait!” He pushed her back down. “You may have broken something.” He ran his hands gently across her ankles and legs and up toward her thigh.
A smoldering heat started deep in Rose’s stomach. She held her breath, let it out slowly. Even through her slacks, the heat from his hand sent tingly sensations down to her toes.
That was it, she’d had enough. She pushed his hands away, sat up and managed to get to her knees. The man tried to help her stand. She ignored him and brushed herself off. Heat radiated from her face, and she knew it turned as red as her coat.
She bent down to pickup her groceries. She still hadn’t spoken to him. She wished he’d leave. She could manage just fine without his help. He picked up some of her canned goods and put them in the bag. She reached for it.
“Here, this is for you.”
“For what?” She looked at the rose in his hand.
“It’s a yellow rose. It means friendship.”
She could see it was a yellow rose, she wasn’t a nitwit. And she knew what it meant. Frank used to bring her roses every week. She took the rose from him. “I...uh...” Hell, she didn’t know what to say. Why would he give her a rose?
“I saw it and thought of you.” He ran his fingers around his shirt collar.
“Here, let me help.” He picked up the bag of groceries and started walking toward her door.
She grabbed the bag from him and ran into her house, too humiliated to speak, leaving him to stare after her.
Stephen watched Rose walk away. Damn woman made him feel like he did something wrong. Worse than a kid getting scolded by the principal. Why he bought that damn rose was beyond him. When he saw the display in the grocery store, it seemed like a good idea. Especially when he saw their meanings. Now he wished he hadn’t bothered.
Crabby old woman, she could have at least said thank you. Okay, so it was cold and she fell, but she did the same thing in the summer. How many times had he seen her working in her yard? When he came out, she jumped up and hurried into the house. You’d think he tried to attack her or had some horrible disease.
All he wanted was some friendly conversation. He shook his head. Don’t know about her. Obviously, she didn’t want anything to do with him. Too bad, she’s an attractive woman. Not that he was looking for anything more than friendship. Hell, he lived here over a year, and she never did more than nod at him. Bet she didn’t even know his name.
Crotchety old biddy.
So why did he bother with her? He really didn’t need more friends. He had the senior center and the neighbors a couple doors down, Len and Millie Fisher. Why he insisted on talking to Rose Asbury he’d never know.
Still, he hoped she wasn’t hurt. She had taken a nasty fall. Bet she’d feel it in the morning. Bet she’d have a good black and blue mark, too. He chuckled. Served her right, rude old coot.
Something about her, though. He shook his head. Not sure why, but he wanted to break through that tough reserve. He shrugged and walked back to the garage, put the shovel away and went into the house.
Oh, well, can’t say he didn’t try.
Rose set her groceries on the counter and rubbed her hip. Gonna be sore as hell tomorrow, she could tell. Bet it turned black and blue already. Stupid klutz! Talk about the epitome of embarrassment. Bad enough she fell, but why did he have to see her? She made a fresh pot of coffee, picked up the rose and smelled it. Something about the fragrance of the rose made her think of Frank.
“You could have been nicer to him,” a voice whispered.
Rose jumped back. What the hell? “Who’s there?” She spun around the small kitchen. Shivers ran up her spine. She didn’t see anyone, yet she sensed a presence. Cold air brushed past her and settled over the room. She gripped the counter. What the hell’s going on here? “Who’s there?” she yelled again.
“It’s only me.” A shadowy figure appeared in front of her.
Time to Live Again will be available from Red Rose Publishing on March 11th.
check it out at http://redrosepublishing.com/bookstore/product_info.php?products_id=692
Wednesday, February 3, 2010

It's here! Finally my book cover for Time to Live Again is done. Time to Live Again will be available from Red Rose Publishing on March 11th - http://redrosepublishing.com/
Fifty-eight year old, Rose Asbury knows people think she's
a recluse, but she doesn't care. She doesn't need anyone, and no one needs her, and that's just fine. At least, she didn't until this year. For some reason, this year is different. Suddenly she's melancholy and discontent with her life.
And the man next door doesn't help matters. Every time he sees her, he insists on speaking to her.
To make matters worse, her sister's ghost begins to harass her.
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Six more weeks of winter according to the groundhog. Why that suprises anyone, I'll never know. I mean seriously, the first day of Spring isn't until March 20th. That's six weeks away. Besides that, in this part of the US, we seldom see spring until at least April - usually May and even sometimes May is cold. Granted, not as cold as now, but still not what I'd call warm. We often have 40 degree days.
I've discovered weather is a state of mind. If you don't mind it, it doesn't bother you. I guess as we age, other things are more important than the weather. Yes, I prefer warm temperatures, and I'd much rather be outside doing fun things, working in the yard, or even sitting out enjoying it. But then it'll turn hot, and I'll hibernate in the cool of the air-conditioned house (speaking of which, we're going to have to buy an airconditioner this year). I don't like hot weather any more than I do cold. At least cold you can dress appropriately. You can only undress so much in the heat. So , I'm not looking forward to the heat of summer any more than I like the cold of winte
I've discovered weather is a state of mind. If you don't mind it, it doesn't bother you. I guess as we age, other things are more important than the weather. Yes, I prefer warm temperatures, and I'd much rather be outside doing fun things, working in the yard, or even sitting out enjoying it. But then it'll turn hot, and I'll hibernate in the cool of the air-conditioned house (speaking of which, we're going to have to buy an airconditioner this year). I don't like hot weather any more than I do cold. At least cold you can dress appropriately. You can only undress so much in the heat. So , I'm not looking forward to the heat of summer any more than I like the cold of winte
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