Six Sentence Sunday

I’m a newcomer to Six Sentence Sunday, but I plan to participate every week, so check back every Sunday for a tidbit from Emma’s Wish, my western historical romance. This week’s sentences are from the first time Emma and Sam meet.

“Mr. Jenkins–”

“Call me Sam.”

She smiled softly, then turned to take a plate from the shelf above the stove. Filling it with food, she set it in front of him.
“Sam,” she said, perching on the chair facing him. “I realize I have no right to interfere, but I must tell you how concerned I am about the children.”

Emma’s Wish is available on Amazon, Barnes&Noble, Smashwords and AllRomance Ebooks

Murdoch is home

Welcome to the newest addition to our family. No, not a child or a grandchild (I’ve given up on that), but the next best thing – a grand-puppy. My son and his girlfriend brought him home last weekend. He’s a Golden Retriever named Murdoch and at this posting is about 8-9 weeks old.

Of course, he’s still a baby so he sleeps a lot, and he’s not fussy about where or when. He seems to particularly like to snooze under the coffee table, half in and half out.

He still cries a little at night, hasn’t quite mastered potty-training, and is convinced his step-brothers (the cats, Zander and Kitty) are there for his personal entertainment, to chase and harass whenever he’s in the mood.

Yes, Murdoch’s parents have a lot of work ahead of them, but really, who could resist this face?

Happy 2012 – a day later

In my opinion, today is the best day of 2012. It’s the first Monday of a new month of a new year. What better time is there for new beginnings, a time to start new projects, or to begin to make your dreams come true?

So, do you have goals for this year? Resolutions? What’s the difference? It’s actually pretty simple. A resolution is usually a vague promise that you’ll do something you should be doing anyway – lose weight, stop smoking, spend less, etc. A goal is a promise to yourself that can be short or long-term, with a time limit and a definite end result, ie. “I will save $1000 this year,” or “I will exercise three times a week.”

I don’t usually make resolutions, although the losing weight thing and getting healthier would be right up there if I did. But I do have goals.

I’m not going to get specific here, but I will be making a list and a plan for achieving my goals. By the end of 2012, I plan to: weigh less, be more fit, be financially better off, and be happier in both my writing and personal life.

What are your goals/resolutions for 2012? Leave a comment for a chance to win an electronic copy of Devil’s Harvest, my latest romantic suspense novel.

Wishing you all good health, joy, laughter, love and success in 2012.

Happy Thanksgiving!

It’s a day to give thanks for all our blessings. Besides the obvious – family, friends, good health – what’s the silliest thing you’re thankful for? I’ll go first – my computer

Next?

Sample Sunday – Devil’s Harvest

This week’s sample comes from Devil’s Harvest, a romantic suspense novel now available on Amazon, BN.com, Smashwords and AllRomance Ebooks.

But Evie would never understand this.

How could she explain that so that it made any sense at all? The truth was – she couldn’t. No matter how much she tried, she couldn’t rationalize it even to herself, except that somewhere, deep in that part of her soul she hadn’t been aware even existed, she knew he wasn’t guilty. And the fact that she had acted on a feeling, an innate instinct, instead of cold logic scared her more than she wanted to admit.

Evie would question her sanity at bringing her kidnapper home. And rightly so. No sane woman in the 21st century would willingly do what she’d done. And until she could figure out why she had, she’d keep her little secret to herself.

She’d heard once that the best way to lie was to stick to the truth as closely as possible. “At the hospital,” she said finally.

“A patient?”

“No.”

“He’s gorgeous.”

So she wasn’t the only one to think so, Taryn thought, leaning back on the cushion and closing her eyes. She was exhausted, but she had the feeling Luke’s face would be filling her dreams as soon as she fell asleep.

“I think you should hang onto him. You’ve been a nun far too long,” Evie exclaimed.

“I am not a nun,” Taryn protested.

“You need to use that gigantic bed upstairs for more than sleeping.”

Heat sparked through Taryn as the thought of sharing that bed with a certain dark-eyed man flitted into her mind. Ridiculous, she chided herself. She didn’t have flings with strange men. “I’ve been busy–”

“There’s your problem. You need a vacation. Speaking of which, if you’re absolutely sure you don’t want me to stay with you–”

“Positive.”

The front door opened and Luke stepped back inside.

“I’d better call a cab,” Evie said, glancing at her watch. “I’ll have to leave in ten minutes.” Scrutinizing Luke with a once-over that had made other men squirm, Evie grinned. “I’m sure you’ll be well taken care of while I’m gone.”

Tick tock

How was your Sunday now that the clocks were turned back? Did you get an extra hour of sleep, or were you like me and just got up an hour earlier? Did it seem colder now that winter is really coming? Did your SAD kick in yet? Mine did. Already I’m grumpier than usual. By spring I won’t even like living with me  And did it seem like it should be bedtime at 9 pm since it had already been dark for three hours?

Is it obvious I’m not happy about Daylight Savings Time ending. Unfortunately, though, I’m stuck with it until … April? And even worse, I live with people who actually look forward to winter. Huh? How is that possible? For me, it’s going to be a l-o-n-g winter. Looks like I need to find something fun to do to get me through. What are your winter activities? Do you ski? Ice fish? Play in the snow? Or are you like me and hibernate until the first signs of spring?

Until next time,