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From me to you

Ahhh! Saturday! My husband is outside clearing snow. We got about 6 to 8 inches last night. I’m snuggling inside with the granddaughter. Playing games and watching TV.

I’m also a chapter away from finishing Rog’s story! Book 3 of A Dragon’s Fated Heart series will be out the end of March. Once my daughter gets out of bed and takes over watching her daughter, I’ll hide away and finish it. Then read it over. Then fix any obvious issues then send it off to be beta read. Get their opinions, fix issues they found THEN send it to my editor. Who is already ready for it.

Gah. And we’ll probably find a misspelling still. When it’s done. It never fails, lol. Or a missing word. Or a word spelled right, but wrong for the context, Like in one book I read. Used the word course instead of coarse. All in the context.

Here is just a screen shot from part of it. Unedited and it clearly needs it. Hope your Saturday is wonderful.

From me to you

Stalled a bit in my writing due to a migraine. Nothing seems to get rid of it. 6 days running now. Due to our changing weather, no doubt! It snowed one day, melted when it hit the 40’s & 50’s the next day. Then back to the 20’s. Perfect recipe for a migraine. Finally, at 9:30 it went away. Whether it comes back or not, I’ll find out. Hopefully not!

I’ll try to get in a few more words, trying to finish A Dragon’s Fated Heart book 3. Rog and Grace’s story. I’ll have the darn thing finished before I can think of a title!

In the meantime, I’m watching Tremors. I’m on movie 3.

So have a good Saturday night! I’m going to probably watch all 6!

From Me to You

Well, it’s Saturday. I’ve had to take a couple days hiatus from writing due to my daughter graduating Nursing School. Yay! I watched her little one while she went to play at the Dells. Plus today is her birthday! So I’m taking a quick break, popped in enchiladas and got her cake, to do a quick post.

Rog’s story is coming along great. I’m looking at having it done around the New Year. Then sent off to beta readers and on to my editor in February. So it will be out in March (keeping my fingers-I was going to say crossed but that wouldn’t help-typing!)

The world before the apocalypse and post apocalypse is meeting in this book. Hopefully it won’t change their world!

But then again, isn’t the world always changing?

Enjoy your Saturday! I’m cooking and celebrating the long ago (lol) birth of my baby. The weather is a balmy 42 degrees here in Wisconsin. I even see a neighbor having a bonfire!

My baby and her baby!

From me to you!

I’m late, but it’s a good thing, lol. I’m working on the third book in the Dragon’s Fated Heart series. My working name is Saving Grace, but Grace doesn’t need saving! I’m loving this book so far. I wake up thinking about it. Dream about it. Crazy, I know. I’m immersed in my own world.

Let’s see if I can find a section that isn’t too bad. Mind you, no edits are done. I haven’t read it over for rewrites or corrections. This is a bald and ugly section of my original concept. It needs more fleshing out!

Hmmm… let’s see…

Grace couldn’t believe it. How on earth could a place this big be hidden?

Rog’s groan made her belly twist. She wondered what so many rooms were needed for. They couldn’t be more tunnels. None of the tunnels had doors leading to them. Hark was striding toward the first one. The slap of his feet making Grace realize he walked barefoot.

“Don’t you have any shoes?” She squeezed her eyes shut, realizing how rude her question sounded. “Sorry.” This is why she didn’t people.

“He probably left them upstairs.” Rog shrugged, obviously unconcerned.

Hark was a big boy and he didn’t seem bothered by it. She shouldn’t be either.

Rog urged me forward. Grace sucked in a deep breath at the warmth of his hand against her back. Ignoring the flutters in her belly, she followed Hark, quickening her steps away from Rog. She didn’t quite move fast enough. His touch continued to make her ache in places she’d rather not think about.

“No, I lost them. Doesn’t matter. My feet are tough.” Hark pushed open a door.

Grace followed, slamming into his back, her attention more on the man behind her, rather than the one in front. And he stopped to look at the room they entered, creating a living breathing brick wall. “Sorry.”

“Check this out.” Sweeping his arm in front of him, Hark moved further into the room.

Grace’s jaw dropped. Fascinated, she walked further in.

Behind her Rog exclaimed. “Holy shit.”

She spun around the center of the room. Grace never thought to find something like this in an old abandoned mine. One abandoned long before the apocalypse.

“I want to see the other rooms.” She ran to one of the doors leading from the room. A light went on when the door opened. She stopped. Other than a layer of dust, and not much of that, the room was pristine.

Grace walked over, hesitantly touching the bed. She pushed on it. It was soft. This must be a mattress. One from before. She looked back at the door, hearing just murmurs of conversation. Leaned on it, putting much of her weight on it. Standing back, she couldn’t stop the grin crossing her face.

Grace clamored on top, stretching out, spreading her arms and legs. Like sitting on a cloud. Her head on the pillow, she let herself sink onto the mattress. So soft. She couldn’t stop the groan spilling from her throat. She never wanted to leave this bed. The room wasn’t drafty, muddy or wet.

“Are you okay?” Rog raced into the room. Stopping, he looked at her and grinned. “Enjoying yourself?”

“Um hm. I could stay here all day.” Grace wiggled, turning her face to Rog. “I’ve never felt a mattress like this.”

“You can, if you’d like.” Rog strode over to the side of the bed, leaning over her. Running a finger across cheek. “I’d be happy to join you.”

Heat streaked up her cheeks. She squirmed. “No, I want to see what else is down here.”

Rog leaned over and kissed her forehead. “If you’re sure.”

His grin twisted her insides, heat blooming from deep in her abdomen. She sucked in a breath, paralyzed. No one ever kissed her like that before, looking like that at her. The wicked twinkle in his eye sent desire spiraling through her body.

No, she wasn’t sure. She’d like to just grab Rog around the neck and pull him down on her. The look on his face told her he’d like nothing better. “Yes.”

Stepping back, Rog grabbed her hands, pulling her off the bed. “Up and at ‘em.”

Grace slid, leaning against the bed and trapped once again in his arms. She looked up into his eyes and sighed.

Rog stepped back, a smirk on his face, and the devil in his eyes. “Ladies first.”

 

Now, does this sound like Rog? He is trying to behave! lol.

The old and new world will be colliding in book 3. I already have the cover bought and paid for. I was going through book covers for sale and had to get it. So it’s waiting. I hate waiting! But since I don’t have a title yet, I can’t complain too much!

I’m anticipating a March release, as long as I keep moving on it! It is my NaNoWriMo 2019 project.  So were Stealing Hope and Finding Faith in previous years! I might as well keep it working for me!

It’s Noshavember or NaNoWriMo month!

Sometimes it’s both, lol! I’m going to be short and sweet! I’m on my way to Omaha Nebraska and I’m leaving in the snow. Ugh. I hope that goes away, but I can’t guarantee it. Guess I’ll see! Google says it is an 8 hour drive. I figure 10 hour. If it is snowy, who knows! It may change my plans on when to leave to get home. We’ll see. I’ll be safe either way.

In the meantime, check out the two anthologies I’m in!

Destiny Whispers

A collection of short love stories to warm the heart. Compiled by four authors, all proceeds from the sale of this collection will be donated to a charity which supports homeless veterans.

Broken Prince Charming by Beverly Ovalle
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.

Finding a Memory by Mona Casey
When a young medium moves into a historical home with her husband, she meets the resident souls. Souls who lived during the turn of the century and found a sweet forbidden relationship. During their time on earth, it was unheard of for a single caucasian woman to live unsupervised with her African American butler and driver but that didn’t stop them. Their story is timeless and heartwarming with a tragedy tossed in.

On the Home Front by Tina Susedik
War is Over!
With a shout, radio host Erna Huber gave the battle cry that brought hope back to all the women waiting for news of their husbands, sons, and fathers. World War II was finally at an end, but what does that mean for all the women that kept America running while the men were away?
Ben Peters was one of those returning servicemen that was simply trying to find his place in the tumultuous social climate after returning from the Pacific, when one night during a chance meeting at the roller rink, he just so happened to bump into Erna. With her sharp wit, and bombshell appearance he was hooked from the get-go.
Can they successfully navigate the war between the sexes on the home front? Or will their relationship prove to be more than either one of them bargained for?
You know what they say, all’s fair in love and war.

The Oasis by Teresa Keefer
Ally had found her respite after the loss of her fiance in Afghanistan. Living with her grandfather in the Mojave desert and running his cafe and convenience store keeps her busy, even if it doesn’t keep her mind off the young man she lost. Her world is about to get mixed up when a wandering man shows up at their doorstep in the midst of a dust storm. His story is much like her own in that he also lost someone he loved in Afghanistan. Will his unwanted advice and kindness move Ally forward with her life after the devastating loss she had endured?

Available at Amazon https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07ZN8HD38/ and eRetailers https://books2read.com/u/49QR00

 

We know the TRUTH, Do you?

What’s in Area 51? Is the government hiding aliens? Elvis? Maybe the set of the Apollo moon landing? Do you know?
We do.
Join this multi-genre group as they explore the hidden recesses of Area 51 which up until now have only been whispered conspiracies. Don’t bother with the raid. Stay home, read these awesome stories and learn all you need to know.
The truth is just a page-flip away. (Heat level varies.)

* All proceeds will benefit US veterans.

The Road to Eden by Beverly Ovalle

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.

By C.L. Roman

Thomas and Dana are planning their wedding when a mysterious package arrives from relatives Thomas thought long dead. To make matters stranger, the note attached hints that his loved ones are in danger. Arriving in Rachel, Nevada, the couple discovers that a missing magical artifact is the only thing that can save them, and it’s hidden in the archives of Area 51. Getting in will be a challenge. Getting out alive may be impossible.

By Jennifer Wedmore

What We Became- The Year is 2519. The integrated society of humans and aliens have been around for 500 years. This is the start of the story passed down through the ages of What We Have Become.

by Katey Tattrie

The Worst of the Worst – Trapped underground, one mile to Central Control, injured, and possibly meeting up with the United States’ deadliest serial killers escaped from their cells. “Freaking fantastic. Not exactly your typical day at Area 51. Nick was right. I should have stayed home.”

by Lori Joseph

Taking Initiative – Poor Hannah! Almost 30, alone in the world, and about to be evicted. But that all changes when she applies for a position with the US Government. Accepting a position with the GEDI proves to be the opportunity of a lifetime; a promise of a better future, friends, and the chance to earn some real money for the first time in her life.

The favorable circumstances Hannah has been handed comes with rules, unexpected processes, and a dominating authority figure. Will impulsive Hannah be able to comply and keep her lavish new life or will she be returned to her bleak existence?

by CM Peters

Cargo – After a deadly crash, one of the only remanining soldiers must protect their cargo at all costs. Could Area 51 be the right hiding place?

by Valerie Puri

Burner Phone – When Jimmy signs up for the Area 51 raid as a joke, he gets more than he bargains for.

As his pursuit for the truth intensifies about the secret base, he teams up with a like-minded individual. Together, they infiltrate Area 51. Jimmy not only finds himself in the middle of a UFO crash site, but a conspiracy that goes deeper than he ever imagined.

He is determined to expose the truth before it’s too late.

by Jennie L. Morris

Galaxy Genetics Inc. – Earth is a dead planet. Mankind colonized other planets and moons in the solar system. Galaxy Genetics Inc. sends out teams to collect rare DNA samples to use in their medical and bio-warfare research. Following an ancient rumor of a long dead species held at Area 51, Galaxy Genetics dispatches one of their top teams to investigate. The pair soon run into something intriguing and dangerous in the corroded science bunker beneath Area 51.

by Arthur M Doweyko

P’sall Senji – a story of first contact, wherein a nearly retired policeman must decide whether or not to kill the alien about to shake hands with the President.

by Chrys Fey

Detective Heavenborn – Who is Detective Heavenborn, and what’s inside the package she has to retrieve from Area 51?

by Sherry Rentschler

Mermurings – Word is there is a conspiracy of secrets surrounding Area 51. What if the secrets are the conspiracy because the government has nothing to hide? The secret to Area 51 is a belief in a lie.

But the truth is there’s magic at Area 51. And its dying.

And these are just some of the stories you will find!

Available exclusively on Amazon and in Kindle Unlimited!

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.

From Me to You ~ Are you in Milwaukee?

If you’re hanging in Milwaukee stop by the Hyatt on Killborn and grab some books! There is a book signing going on at 4:30 pm in the Atrium. Not sure how big it will be, but it has been fun so far!

I have only 3 books with me (multiple copies, though!)

 

Hope to see you there! I’ve got to run and head to more classes! Have a wonderful Saturday.