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From Me to You

I’ve been a busy beaver! I’ve finished by story Broken Prince Charming and submitted it for the anthology. Looks like the title of the Anthology will be Destiny Whispers.

Here is the blurb for my story, so keep an eye out!

Broken Prince Charming

I lost my way. Discharged, broken, I sought comfort from a bottle. A lot of bottles. I wore a mantle of guilt that I had survived, while most of my buddies died. My life spirals downward. Rock bottom is ugly. I realize I need help and reach out for it. Hidden among the homeless and despair is a bright light, with milk chocolate skin, bright blue eyes and a smile that cheers my soul.

Grace. She smiles and carriers a beacon of hope within her. Despite circumstances that would bring anyone else down, she forges her own path. A path different from her mother’s. Determined to support herself and leave the shelter behind, she has a plan. Nothing and no one will stop her.

She deserves a fresh start, and I’ll help her get it. Even if it means I’m left behind.

 

I’ve got my story for the Area 51 anthology completed. The Road to Eden. It will be heading to my editor shortly. I’m waiting on my last two beta readers to get back to me.

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Here is the blurb for The Road to Eden.

An Area 51 short story

 

The civilization of Jannat Adn was slowly dying. Unable to procreate they searched the galaxy looking for compatible civilizations. They find one. It’s Earth. Not only are earthlings compatible, but gene markers show a common ancestor.

Pavolok is amazed at how different life on Earth is. Tasked with safely bringing aboard colonists, the Storm Area 51 Raid is the perfect opportunity to round them up. When the US Military tests a weapon on their own citizens, he steps in to save them. What he doesn’t expect is his body’s reaction to one of the human women. Her purple hair and violet eyes draw him instantly to her.

Amy joined the raid for the heck of it, along with her siblings. Naruto running and clapping cheeks appeals to her sense of humor. It’s not that she believes in aliens, just why miss the chance if they really are there? Transported to a space ship that really doesn’t live up to her expectations, she can’t seem to keep her hands off Pavolok.

Amy hadn’t planned on having an alien in her life, but once she clapped him, she’s not willing to give him up.

From me to you

You see me rollin’, ya hatin’ LOL.

I’m on the move again. Yes, I’m tired. But I’m in Iowa, Cedar Falls. Romance Rendezvous Book Bash. It’s free so head on over! 10:00 am to 4:00 pm. Meet and greet with the authors. Come chat with me! If you read this and head on over, tell me! I’ll email you a free .99 cent ebook. One of mine so don’t go crazy, lol.

Look at all of us! We’d love to meet you.

Now, You all know Finding Faith came out in May (finally, am I right?) I just submitted a 13K word story for an anthology. All proceeds are being donated to a homeless shelter in IN that is for veterans. Tentatively it is being called Destiny Whispers.

Here’s the blurb from my contribution, Broken Prince Charming:

I lost my way. Discharged, broken, I sought comfort from a bottle. A lot of bottles. I wore a mantle of guilt that I had survived, while most of my buddies died. My life spirals downward. Rock bottom is ugly. I realize I need help and reach out for it. Hidden among the homeless and despair is a bright light, with milk chocolate skin, bright blue eyes and a smile that cheers my soul.

Grace. She smiles and carriers a beacon of hope within her. Despite circumstances that would bring anyone else down, she forges her own path. A path different from her mother’s. Determined to support herself and leave the shelter behind, she has a plan. Nothing and no one will stop her.

She deserves a fresh start, and I’ll help her get it. Even if it means I’m left behind.

Broken Prince Charming is a sweet romance. I know. I’m not sure how that happened, but it did. My beta readers said they wished it was longer, lol. But I was limited on word count to be part of the anthology. And I wanted to contribute. You all know the military and veterans are near and dear to my heart.

On another note, I’m doing a story for another anthology. Area 51. LOL. I had to! I don’t even have a name for it yet, but I’m working on it. I’ll have it done by Aug 31 so it can go to edits. I’ve just been fighting a migraine the last week. I’m on day 7 as I write this. Felt great one day and ended up feeling like my brain was trying to pound its way out of my skull. Lovely, eh? I even already have the cover. Not the name, not the title, lol. But it involves Area 51, tornadoes and a horny alien. Yeah.

I’m having fun, lol.

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All proceeds will be going to assist Veterans from the Area 51 anthology! So that is more awesomeness! 

A little closer to home

We’ve been travelling, heading home to Wisconsin. Four states yesterday. We started in Las Vegas.

Headed into Arizona. Once again, we did NOT see the Grand Canyon. Maybe one year.Then through Utah. Such a beautiful state! We stopped at some of the lookouts along the way. I love it there.

Then we stayed the night in Grand Junction Colorado. The Travellodge was a nice little spot to sleep. Friendly staff and quiet.

Now we’re on our way again. Rolling down route 70. I’ll see where tomorrow brings us!

While driving, I’ve been reading Leopard’s Run by Christine Feehan and checking out the scenery.

In Las Vegas!

I’m a huge fan of Hell’s Kitchen. Now that there is a Hell’s Kitchen restaurant I had to come to Vegas.

The food was so good. We had the 3 course meal. Scallops, beef Wellington and sticky toffee pudding. I was so full I thought I’d burst!

Even my four year old granddaughter ate it. Loved the scallops, mashed potatoes and pudding. She’s not a beef eater but she did try it.

Even more exciting, the next two seasons of Hell’s Kitchen will be filmed here.  Awesome, right?

We’re actually on the road, on our way out so had to stop here, lol.

We do things a little backward, lol. But that keeps life interesting.

Here’s a few shots on our way out.

I’ll see where we’re at tomorrow for my post.

Have a fabulous day and remember, Smile Somebody Loves You!

Beverly

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From Me to You! I’m on the road again!

I won’t have sales posted on Sunday again. I’m travelling once more. I have to say, I’m enjoying this retirement bit, lol. This time we’re heading to see family in California. So, I’m working on a short story for an anthology that needs to be done by August and gah! I’m stuck! Doesn’t matter, I’ll work my way through it. I’m also planning on having China Fleet Club finished by October. So, while I’m writing and hunting for a cover, here’s an unedited sneak peek.

CHINA FLEET CLUB

I sat at my desk fielding calls from departments insisting their problem be corrected first. Luckily when I took over as chief, I instituted a first come, first serve system. The boilers were our first concern. They helped run the whole ship, regardless of what anyone else thought. The galley was next. With a crew of over eight hundred souls, no one did well on an empty stomach.

Pulling into Hawaii with no major systems down was a stroke of luck. The old girl we rode was a destroyer tender, built in 1938. She was an aging beauty. The boatswain’s keeping her in fine form. The teak decks gleamed. There was always someone hanging by ropes over the side to paint her in every port we hit.

I’d been on other ships. I chuckled. A mandatory having crawled my way from Seaman Recruit to Senior Chief Petty Officer. Now, I commanded the Machine Shop and a couple of others in Repair. It was satisfying. I seemed to have hit the sweet spot for advancements. I’d hit Senior Chief in minimum time. I’ve been in for 12 years and was well on my way to Master Chief.

But no other ship was the USS Prairie. She crawled under your skin. The history of life and death wafted from her bulkheads. No nonskid steel under your feet when the wind whipped through my hair, teasing my cover from my head when I stared out to sea. The old girl showed her years but she carried it well. Teak was standard when she was built, but the skill of keeping it gleaming lost except for the few ships that carried it.

Here, the boatswains knew.

Even in the bowels of the ship, care was taken. Brass gleamed, even hidden in the corners. We took pride in our work and it showed. No one wanted to disappoint our hostess, the old lady. Our old lady. If you didn’t know her age, it didn’t show. We made sure to keep her humming in satisfaction.

Every lady wants to look her best at all times. Every crew member made sure she did.

“Chief, the air is down in the torpedo shop again.”

I sighed. Time to get back to work.

“Where are they on the list?”

“Which time?” Evans, Petty Officer 3rd class had an attitude.

“First call, Evans.” He’d learn.

“Yesterday. Soon as we pulled out of port. Since they’re calling again, shouldn’t we put them on now and erase the first call? Teach them to keep bothering us.”

“Show me the log.” The torpedo shop was getting done now. One way to teach the arrogant ass in front of me to follow my rules.

Evans rolled his eyes and handed me his log.

I cross referenced it against mine, frowning. “Why was this call not logged on the master log?”

The ass just shrugged.

“Well?”

“I didn’t have time.”

“Not good enough.” I checked his log against mine. “None of your calls are logged.” I stood up. “So, until this are done, expect to be working on them. All of your calls should have been done.”

“What? You can’t…” Evans trailed off looking at me.

“Oh, I can. Let’s head to the torpedo shop. Looks like they are the first ones on your list.”

He turned, expression furious. Luckily, he kept his mouth shut.

“Don’t forget your tool box. You can’t fix anything without it.”

He pivoted, heading to the cabinet the boxes were in. Grabbing a tool box that looked pristine, he swung it out, heading stiffly to the ladder. Ascending them, I followed. Not close enough to get “accidently” hit by the heavy tool box, but close enough he knew I was following.

Sniggers followed. I glanced around. “Better make sure your calls are all on the master log or we’re all going to be working around the night.” The guys still lounging around sprung up, checking their logs. The master list would be done by the time I returned. I smirked, hearing the scrambling. Keeping them on their toes was my job. I intended to keep doing it.

My crew were hard working, but it didn’t do them any good to let them get complacent. I could guarantee we’d be on top of the repair list before we hit Japan. If the jobs were well in hand, I’d do a five-day schedule. We’d be able to stay on top of maintenance of the basic equipment and emergencies that popped up. That would ensure there was no complaining someone didn’t serve duty. Each of my Machinist Mates would have a day served and get four days in town.

Evans might be a problem. He came on board just before we left on Westpac. I’d noticed he liked to delegate. Not a problem in my book, but he didn’t appear to be doing any work. That would change now.

The torpedo shop was below the mess hall’s galley. The armory was at the edge of the mess hall across from the torpedo shop. The smells must drive them crazy. It was no wonder there always seemed to be someone from Weapons up sneaking a snack. It was a wonder they weren’t the most rotund of crew members on board.

Evans disappeared down the ladder into the torpedo shop. I followed leisurely, snagging a cookie from one of the mess cooks. The chocolate chip melted in my mouth. I groaned my appreciation. They always seemed to have a cookie or brownie handy to appease my sweet tooth.

Licking my fingers, I wasn’t watching my footing. Stepping down to the first step of the ladder, a red-haired whirlwind smacked into me. Bouncing down the ladder, but hands grabbed the railing, and a slim young seaman pulled herself up and slid past me, her body soft and supple against mine. I stiffened, instantly aroused.

“Sorry Chief!”

The whirlwind blew past me, the near disaster not bothering her at all and I watched her jump down the armory ladder and banging on the hatch began shortly.

“Turner let me in.” More knocking ensued.

The clang of the armory lock opening reached my ears.

“Jeez, Trace, what took you so long? Master Chief is pissed at me again.”

“I was spanking my monkey. Want me to come to the hatch hanging out? Or did you want to help?”

“Eww, you’re gross.” The rest of the conversation became muffled, the lock ringing loud and clear across the mess hall.

Snorting and shaking my head, I checked my path this time, descending into the torpedo shop. Coming to the bottom, I grinned to see Master Chief Malek glaring at the ladder.

I’m back!

Hey, I made it! Last weekend was quiet on here. I was in South Dakota for Wild Deadwood Reads. I never even cracked open my computer! I had a fun time. The whole family went, well except for our son because he lives on his own. Or at least where the Marines tell him too!

Finding Faith was available for the first time in print! Exciting! I ran a special where if you bought both Stealing Hope and Finding Faith you could get them for only $20.00 and autographed. Add shipping and I’d be willing to do the same for anyone interested. I’d just have to find out shipping costs. It all depends on what country!

Well, we camped for our trip and had a great time. Nothing blew up, fell off or broke body parts this time! Thank Goodness!

On the flip side, I’m heading out to South Carolina again, but the RV’s brake light came on, so I have it going to the shop. They’ll take a look at that and also the gas gauge that isn’t working. Then from there, I have to take it to get a new refrigerator installed. I’m hoping they can put in the backup camera at the same time. I’ll just have to wait and see.

The fun, the fun!

If you’re not interested in the paperback, grab your ecopy!

Finding Faith

The apocalypse had been and gone.

Those left banded together for survival, creating safety from the chaos.

They succeeded.

 

Faith wanted more, she wanted to live, to love, fly free. More than survival, Faith craved adventure. Leaving home, seeking a new life, all that ceased when she witnessed her sister being abducted-by dragons, creatures shrouded in myth. Determined to rescue her, Faith begins an adventure she never wants to end.

Dragon shifter Crag follows his heart, hunting for his fated mate. Once he finds her, Crag is determined to keep her safe, from all threats. Admitting he is a dragon shifter and involved in her sister’s kidnapping may be the end of them.

Until the interference of a race of dragons desperate for survival grasps their only chance, stealing Faith and drawing Crag along to save her.

 

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