Tuesday, May 8, 2012
In the first excerpt I’d like to share, Rachel, a home care nurse, learns the identity of the stranger she met on the way to her new job.
The off-tune singing stopped, but that perfectly rounded bottom continued to wiggle.
“Pickles...pickles. Surely there are pickles in this huge refrigerator. Maybe some of those sweet little gherkins. Oh, look, cottage cheese. You give love a bad name…” The off-tune singer extracted a container from the crowded contents of the refrigerator, absently reaching out to set it on the counter.
Sneaking up behind her in his stocking feet, he placed a hand on the edge of the open door of the refrigerator and leaned over her bent body.
She moved a pitcher of orange juice. “Okay, pickles, where are you hiding?”
“Check behind the milk.”
Rachel yelped and spun around, her hand to her heart. Her big blue eyes opened impossibly wide. “You! Wha...what are you doing here?”
He held out his hand. “Hello, Rachel. I’m Storm Masterson, Sunny’s twin brother.”
“You…you’re Sunny’s brother? Don’t you dare touch me.” She made a fist and had the audacity to shake it under his nose. He didn’t know whether to laugh or paddle that cute behind she’d been wiggling earlier.
“You…you just keep your hands and your lips to yourself. You…you naked, kissing bandit.”
LOL. Sounds like great fun. What else do you have coming soon?
I’m fortunate enough to have a story included in the Honky Tonk Hearts series that began last month from The Wild Rose Press. Two episodes, or novellas, will release per month as long as the series runs. My episode will release on June 27.
In this story, Win (short for Sherwin) is a wounded vet who’s come home to Texas to heal, find a piece of his soul and open a ranch for amputee children. To earn a little extra coin, he’s asked his Uncle Gus, owner of the Lonesome Steer honky tonk, to give him a job as a cook. Evie works part-time as a waitress at the bar. She’s heard about this new cook and his war injuries—loss of part of his leg and some of his hearing. In fact, she’s been told to go back to the kitchen and introduce herself. Here's an excerpt from THOSE VIOLET EYES.
Evie charged through the swinging door to the kitchen and skidded to a stop. It couldn’t be. Although his back was toward her, there was no mistaking the height and broad muscled shoulders. This mystery nephew of Gus’s was the guy who’d remarked on her eyes. Her stomach did a little twitchy dance, nerves no doubt.
She ran her suddenly damp palms over her short skirt and cleared her throat. “Excuse me. Win?”
She took a couple steps closer and noticed he was washing vegetables under a spray of water. “Win?”
Evie rolled her eyes and stepped behind him, tapping him on the back. The metal strainer clattered in the sink and a blur of motion barely registered before steely hands gripped her forearms. Oh my God! In a flurry of movement, he snatched her off the floor and backed her against the stainless steel counter. Cold wet hands viced her arms. Her eyes snapped wide and the air whooshed from her lungs when his body slammed into hers.
Win’s eyes were narrowed, his breathing rapid through a clenched jaw and a vein bulged in his forehead. “Don’t do that.”
The man was every inch the warrior, every hard tensed inch. He held her mid-air, so close they were nearly eyeball to eyeball. As his gaze traveled over her face and awareness evidently crept in as to the sex of his attacker, several inches of his frame hardened even more.
Evie swallowed. Oh, good Lord.
He glared and his nostrils flared.
“I…I’m sorry, Win. I called your name, but…but you didn’t answer. I was only trying to get your attention.” Her lips twitched at the humor in the situation—hadn’t Keira told her the man lost part of his hearing? Evidently she’d startled him. Poor soul. She felt a portion of herself return. A portion she’d hidden for so long; that light-hearted part of her soul that teased and cajoled. “Honest, I wasn’t trying to attack you.” She placed an open palm on his defined pecs and patted. “You’re safe with me, big guy.” Just to rattle him some more, she winked.
Win’s hazel eyes flashed for a second, then he slowly leaned in and whispered in her ear, “Well, you’re not safe with me.”
Exciting, Vonnie. Can't wait to read it. How long have you been writing?
I’m finishing up a romantic suspense trilogy, The Red Hand Conspiracy. All three books are set mainly in Europe and involve a group of terrorists, The Red Hand.
MONA LISA'S RULE hasn’t been given a release date yet, but involves an American art teacher who travels to Paris for her 40th birthday. She foils a bombing attempt in the salon of the Louvre where the famed portrait of Mona Lisa hangs. From that point on, she’s put under the protective custody of a younger government agent, Niko. Oh, the sparks that fly…
Book two, RAIN IS A LOVE SONE, takes place in Paris, Budapest and Asheville, North Carolina.
Book three, that I’m struggling to write, is JAZZBEAT OF SURRENDER, and takes place in Paris and Berlin. I’m having a hard time getting a handle on my hero. I’ve rewritten him and rewritten him. Let me tell you, this undercover German agent posing as a jazz musician can run, but he can’t hide. I WILL figure this guy out. I can promise you that! LOL
Now that sounds intriguing. Good luck on developing those stories. How long have you been writing?
I’ve started and stopped many projects over the years, but never gave myself permission to write fulltime until I retired early as a technical writer, and we moved from the DC area to southern Virginia. I’ve been writing for five years and have three books and two novellas under contract and two manuscripts that will never see the light of day. Yes, they are that bad!
What one tip would you offer writers?
Give yourself permission to write every day. We get so caught up in doing for others that we forget to care for our souls, especially our writer’s soul. Write something every day even if you can only take fifteen minutes from your schedule. By doing this, you establish a routine and your muse will take notice. After all, the more you write, the better you become. And write what you enjoy reading. I love Romance, so that’s what I write.
Thanks, again, for joining us today, Vonnie.
Oh, hon, it’s been my pleasure.
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Posted by Barbara Bettis at 5:53 PM