I belong to a writers' group, The Summit City Scribes. We meet the 2nd and 4th Wednesday of every month. I always attended until I broke my leg on June 17th, and then my entire life revolved around physical therapy--every day for 3 months. Yes, when I do something, I do it well. I had a bad break, and it's taken FOREVER before the fractures healed, and I could put weight on my left leg again. Even longer before I felt secure enough to return to the real world. So this was the FIRST time I got to a meeting since June 17th, and lord, did I miss Scribes! I've listened to a lot of people, and I know that I'm lucky. Our group is rare. It's damned good, and I'm proud of it. And I'm so glad to be back! If you're a writer, I hope you find as good of critics as I have, and as much support. Happy writing! And if you're a reader, I hope you find writers that you love. I read the first chapter of my sixth romance today and got great feedback. It doesn't get much better than that. Except, I'm SO ready to use a cane instead of my walker. But I'll get there. On the book and on the leg:)
I've posted the last chapter of THE FAMILIARS. I hope you've enjoyed it, and any comments are welcome.
Since OPPOSITES DISTRACT is still on sale for 99 cents, I thought I'd entice you (hopefully:) with a small snippet. Brody, the love interest, loves kids and wants to have some of his own. Harmony, the heroine, usually tries to avoid them, but she's come to her friend's resort while it's closed for two weeks to find the quiet and time to meet a book deadline. She's out of her element and usual routine, and things go awry from the beginning:
Harmony had heard a lot about Paula and her kids from Tessa—all good. When Paula's son, maybe ten, got close to Harmony, he stopped to look her up and down.
"Do you like kids?" he asked.
Oh, Lord, what was she getting herself into at this resort? She gave him a level stare. "Why? You aren't going to put a toad in my coffee cup, are you?"
His eyes went wide, surprised by her answer. "Mom would ground me."
Harmony smiled. "Then we'll get along great."
"Mom says you write books. You must like them."
Okay, she hadn't seen that coming. "I have a few favorites."
"Would you read to us?"
"My books?" Her voice rose. Her vampires tended to be a bit horny, not good reading material for kids.
She pursed her lips, considering. She’d never cracked one of those books. Probably missed out on a cultural milestone. “What time? I have to hit my page quotas everyday before I do anything.” But after she wrote for five or six hours, her brain went to hell. She was lucky if she could think of two-syllable words. A break would be good for her.
“Before supper?” He narrowed his eyes, waiting for her answer.
She’d be shot by then, brain dead. "Hell, why not?"
The boy smiled. "I'm Aiden. The book has long chapters."
“Tough luck. I can give you thirty to forty minutes. I have a short attention span.” Especially when it came to kids.
Only one more chapter to go. Building up for the final showdown.
I only put up one chapter, because-to me-it deserved its own space:)
Prosperity gets beautified, but Carmen's up to something, and Zoey can't figure out what it is.