One week to go before spring arrives. Are you ready? I certainly am! Later this week, I’ll be going out to enjoy St Patrick’s Day and some corned beef and cabbage. Yum! This week, we have a picture prompt and are limited to 300 words. I’m continuing with Sea Breeze. Here’s the picture I selected.
The rain was now a steady drizzle, obscuring my view. Where was Callum? What if he’d gone off and had left me here to fend for myself?
Headlights coming from the side of the house eased my fear that he’d run off with my underwear, but I still knew nothing about this man and had agreed to spend the night with him—well, at his house. I could just imagine what my mother would have to say about that, but considering she was partially to blame for the mess I was in … How would Carine feel about another woman in the house tonight?
The truck stopped beside me. I grabbed my purse and got out, locking the door as I shut it. I hurried around to the passenger door, slipping and sliding as Callum had warned, barely making it without falling. Opening the door, I grabbed the metal bar and hoisted myself into the seat, my wet dress making slithering along the seat difficult, my feet catching on the pile of newspapers on the floor. A gust of wind slammed the door shut just as the drizzle morphed into a deluge.
At the shocked look on my face, Callum chuckled. “I told you it was foreplay. Put on your seatbelt. We need to get home before it gets worse. The wind’s kicking up.”
“It’s going to get worse?” I gulped, my heart beating a staccato. Perhaps I hadn’t been wrong about the hurricane. My bad luck wasn’t improving.
“Yes.” His gaze found mine. Was there regret in it? “Things usually do before they get better. Not much that can be done about that now. We just need to hope everything will sort itself out.”
Great. The last thing I needed was for matters to get worse.
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Spring is almost here! Twelve days to go … I know the weather won’t miraculously change, but the promise of better days ahead is all I need. Welcome to this week’s Tuesday Tales. Our prompt this week is NASTY. Here’s another scene from Sea Breeze. I’m backing up in the story a bit to where Eva first meets our hero, Callum Doyle.
“I am,” the voice came from behind me followed by a rumble of thunder as the skies lit up once more. “What’s the problem, Norm? Who’s doing all the caterwauling?”
I yelped—and peed a little. Where the hell had he come from? How could anyone that size move so quietly?
Behind me, at the top of the steps, stood a mountain of a man, taller than Norm, far broader shouldered, with muscular arms straining the fabric of his shirt, his hands clutching a nasty-looking wrench. He wore coveralls like Norm’s, slightly cleaner, or at least better smelling, and had long, dark, wavy hair, flying around his head in the wind. Visions of an angry Aquaman, aka Jason Momoa, popped into my head. I couldn’t make out his eyes or his features in the waning light, but his stance screamed angry annoyance.
“She is,” Norm pointed at me. Hadn’t his mother taught him it was rude to point? “She’s looking for a bed, and thought she’d find one here. Seems she didn’t think to call first and see if we were open and doesn’t have a reservation. Most places in town are full up. What about the Seafarer?”
“Mom’s booked solid until after Labor Day,” he uttered, his voice anything but friendly.
Mom? This man lived with his mother? Hadn’t Charles Manson lived with his mother?
My brain chose that moment to desert me, and I just stood there, my gaze fixed on the wrench in his hand. Would I feel any pain when he struck me, or would I die instantly?
He came down the stairs and stopped less than a meter in front of me. I gulped, my five-foot, two-inch frame trying to make itself even smaller as his blue eyes pierced me.
A gust of wind grabbed my skirt, and I pulled a Marilyn Monroe trying to keep it from flying up over my head and flashing my ass for all the world to see.
I blinked. Where had the daylight gone? I was stuck in the dark, in the middle of nowhere, with two men who could easily be axe murderers, one of them armed should he choose to use the tool that way. I gulped.
“Is it always this dark before nine at night?” Duh! Could I think of something more ridiculous to ask given my circumstances? I could be just as dead in the dark as in the light.
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Hard to believe we’re already into March. It seems as if the year just started, but I will be happy to see the end of winter this year. With COVID still on the rampage and other unsettling world and national events, it’s been hard to stay positive. I suppose like everyone else, this is the late winter slump, but it would be so nice to see normal again. Sadly, I’m not sure that will happen this year or even next.
This month’s IWSG blog question is – Have you ever been conflicted about writing a story or adding a scene to a story? How did you decide to write it or not?
With the onset of the pandemic, as a romance writer, I struggled with this because as a writer of contermporary fiction, the word contemporary to me means now. With lockdowns, masking, social distancing rules in place, I wondered how people met other people. For a long time bars, gyms, even cgurches were closed. The first pandemic book I wrote, I set the story fifteen years ago. That was fine, but it just couldn’t work all the time.
How did I deal with it? Well, I added the pandemic and all of its protocols to my books. Once we were allowed to go out again, we did so with rules–vaccines, masks,unless we were eating or drinking, social distancing, hand washing–you know the drill. It’s become part of my lifestyle, so much so that there’s an automatic quality to it. I get in the car, and put on my seatbelt. Now, when I get out of the car to go inside a store or a restaurant, I put on my mask. I step inside, I sanitize my hands. I decided if this was my real world, then it should be fictitious one, too. Not all of my author friends agree, and that’s okay. We are allowed to disagree. How boring the world would be if we all thought and did the same thing.
So, that’s my answer to this months question. My choice was to write books incorporating the pandemic. When and if things get back to normal in real life, I’ll do the same in my fictitious one.
Welcom to this week’s Tuesday Tales. I blinked and it was winter, I blinked again and spring is only three weeks away. Happy March! This week’s Tuesday Tales, taken once more from Sea Breeze, is based on the word GRAY.
Opening the door, I yelped. What the hell? Maybe I’d been wrong, and Cal did live with his mother, because the woman standing before me in the hall, like a security guard at the mall, looked a hell of a lot like him. Either that, or the place was haunted. I didn’t like my odds either way.
The heavyset woman in a cotton, short sleeved dress, appeared to be around the same age as my mother. Her short hair was gray-streaked brown, her brown eyes twinkled, and a knowing smile twisted her mouth. A dimple similar to Cal’s cratered her right cheek. She stood there, staring at me, examining me as if I was the prize turkey in the butcher’s window, all the while holding my clean sundress on a hanger and my bra and thong hanging from the fingers of her other hand.
Lord, kill me now.
I faced her, my heart pounding as madly as that of a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar. I stared at my red thong hanging from her index finger next to my white lace bra. Why was it that none of my underwear ever matched? While I’d never actually done the walk of shame, and certainly hadn’t done anything this time to deserve it, the burn of a blush started in my toes, spread up my body, and settled in my face.
“I thought you might be needing these. I’m Molly, Callum’s mother. I didn’t know he was entertaining a guest until I went in to do the laundry.” She squinted. “I don’t think I’ve seen you before, but you look a bit familiar.”
So Callum was some kind of player. What had my mother called them? Satyrs? I needed to set her straight right away.
“I’m … I’m Eva.” I licked my lips. “Eva Malone. I arrived yesterday thinking I could stay at The Sea Breeze. Sean O’Hara didn’t mention the renovations. Cal offered me a bed for the night—that one.” I pointed to the spare room I’d used.
“Well, I’ll be. Of course you are. Now that you’ve said it, I can see Ryan and Marie in you. You’ve got the Malone hair, too. In the sun it looks a blazing fire.”
Was that a polite way of saying I looked like hell? I blinked.
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Welcome to this week’s Tuesday Tales. As hard as it is to believe, this is the last post for the month of February. Where has time gone? Covid seems to be the only constant these days.
This week, I’m offering you another scene from Sea Breeze. The word prompt is HAIR. And, my lovely cover designer has provided the cover to boost my imagination. Enjoy!
Lightning flashed on the eastern horizon. A gust of cold wind made me shiver and wish I hadn’t packed my sweater. What was it Uncle Michel had said about east winds? Something about always bringing bad weather? With the way my luck was going, it would probably be a hurricane.
The sea air filled my nostrils, perking me up a bit. Maybe it wouldn’t be all bad. I listened to the cries of the gulls and jumped at the sound of an engine coming around the house.
Racing down the steps, I flagged the truck down by stepping in front of it. The brakes squealed as the vehicle stopped inches away from me.
The driver’s door opened. A man dressed in stained coveralls and a t-shirt that might’ve been white twenty years ago jumped out, his face red, fury radiating off him. He was a good six feet tall with longish gray hair and was badly in need of a shave. I wrinkled my nose at the smell of what? Fish? Manure? Body odor? Sawdust? Not a pleasant mixture.
“Jumpin’ Jesus. Are you stunned?” He ran his hand through his hair, dislodging his ballcap. “Are you trying to get yourself killed?” he yelled, his loud voice startling me back another step.
“No, sir.” I dug deep inside for my bravado. I bent and picked up his hat, handing it back to him.
“What are you doing in the dooryard? Are you lost? Are you sick?” He examined me closely.
I shook my head. What the hell was a dooryard?
“Then, Lord liftin’, what are you doing out here on a night like this? It’ll be blowin’ a gale soon.”
While the man was hard to understand, and a lot of what he was saying meant little to me, I got the gist of what he wanted.
“I’m trying to get inside the hotel. I need a room for the night.”
“Go away with you! Is it that you can’t read? Or are you one of those people who thinks rules only apply to others?” He laughed as if it was the funniest thing he’d ever heard. “And even though the place is locked up tighter than a Scotsman’s purse, you think you can still stay here?” He shook his head. “Well, you can’t. Like it or not, the place is closed, and I know that to be true because I’m Norman Bates, the caretaker.”
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Welcome to this week’s Tuesday Tales. I hope you all had a lovely Valentine’s Day. This post marks the beginning of a new story called Sea Breeze. This is picture week, so I selected one that fits with the initial incident in the story, why the main charcter left home so abruptly and without proper planning. Here’s the image I chose. As always, our picture prompt posts are limited to 300 words!
“Fine. Go back to the scene of my greatest humiliation, the place that killed your father, but don’t come back crying to me when it crushes the life out of you and breaks your heart and leaves you with nothing as it did me.”
Her words devastated me, and with the wine I’d drunk loosening my tongue, I responded to her attack with a volley of my own. “So I’m nothing? Just a humiliation? Fine. If you don’t want me, not that you obviously ever did, why should I stay here? I might as well leave now.”
In the wake of that statement, I turned on my heel and left the room, her “Ungrateful child. You’re a taker just as he was,” chasing me up the stairs.Tears streaming down my cheeks, I entered my room, pulled out my new suitcases and packed up my meager belongings. My father hadn’t been the man she’d described, nor had he been killed. The man had died a hero, rescuing two children who’d been caught too far out when the infamous tides on the Bay of Fundy had come in. In the process, he’d inhaled a lot of water, and while everyone thought he was fine, seven hours later, the forty-year-old man was dead. Secondary or “delayed” drowning happens when someone inhales water into the lungs, which causes edema or swelling of the little air sacs inside them. That swelling can happen hours or even days after the initial water incident, and the person dies because those swollen air sacs prevent oxygen from getting into the bloodstream. I’d been five at the time, the same age as that of the kids he’d saved.
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Sometimes we need to make changes. This year, I made a few changes of my own, I lost twenty pounds, and believe me, that wasn’t easy. Then, I got new glasses, permed my hair to give it lift and body, and recently decided to wash away the gray and colored my hair the way I used to twelve years ago. I also decided to bite the bullet and learn more about promotion.
I recently took a course in self-promotion using Amazon Ads and discovered that people do indeed judge books by their covers. When readers are looking for a book, they will use keywords to generate a list, then when Amazon provides the titles in the genre and area they’re interested in, it’s the cover first and blurb next that makes them decide to buy and read a book. If all the stars align, it works well; if they don’t, then changes have to be made. All of my books available as ebooks are in Kindle Unlimited.
While the author’s name alone will generate some sales for them, the cover is the ticket. The second thing I’ve learned is that readers like books in series. Books can be linked in series in several ways. They can have the same charcters, the same setting, or the same theme.
For example, my Harvester Files, The White Carnation, The White Lily, The White Iris, and The White Dahlia have similar covers and titles and should be read in order to get the most out of the series. The covers are dark, and eerie, befittng the stories. If you look closely, the covers have two men and two women on them, depicting the main “hunter” in each story.
Each book, while an individual strory, contains recurring characters, but what links them is the fact that in each book, the detectives are on the hunt for a vicious serial killer, each of them controlled by a cult leader with his own plans for the future. In each book, the team gets one step closer, the titles are explained, and someone gets a happily ever after. Writing thrillers takes a lot out of an author, so I generally add a few lighter stories in between.
Among my lighter pieces are my contemporary romances. Here are five of my six Cocktails for You series books, Tequila Sunrise, Champagne Cocktail (a Christmas book not pictured), Buck’s Fizz,The Tipsy Pig, Make Mine a Manhattan, and Emerald Glow, These books can be read in any order. The first three books are novellas, shorter than the later ones. The seventh book, Sea Breeze is currently being written, and will be available in paperback in early March, with the ebook out in the fall. The eighth, Pumpkin Spice will be available in paperback in August and in ebook in October These books, all based on a particular cocktail, are written in the first person, the only series of mine that is. They are contemporary romantic comedies, some sweet, others spicy. Each is a slice of life for the heroines as they search for and find their Mr. Rights. While some get happily ever afters, each gets a happy for now! Unlike my darker suspense novels, the plots are shorter and more linear. If you’re looking for a feel good story, then these are the books for you.
Following on the heels of my Harvester Files series is the Vengeance Is Mine Series. On His Watch, Fire Angel, In Plain Sight, No Good Deed, and Secrets and Lies, are all standalone stories that can be read in any order. These books are linked by the theme. In each book, the antagonist is out for revenege, and it’s up to the protagonist to keep the heroine from meeting the fate the villain is intending for her. These books are complex novels, with disturbing story lines designed to keep you on the edge of your seat. In each book, the hero and heroine face what seem to be insurmountable odds as they deal with injuries that change them in some way. dealing with imperfect heroes who will do whatever they can to protect the women they’ve come to love. A disgruntled FBI agent, an arson investigator, a blind pianist, a washed up police detective, and a high school principal–unlikely heroes who prove that good and love do triumph in the end.
While writing those books, I wrote lighter contempoaray romance to cleanse my soul. After my ad course, I realized these books needed a makeover and i gave them one, carefully examining what made these books a series, From that examination came my newest series An All For Love Book, which links some of my contemporary romances together. The books are Just For the Weekend, Wedding Bell Blues, The Blue Dragon, Forever and Always, and Same Time Next Year. What links these stories are their themes–each is a second chance at love story, complicated by secrets that could destroy their relationshps. Here’s the series blurb: Falling in love isn’t always easy, and for the couples in these books, the road to happiness is often complicated and filled with misunderstanding that can last days, weeks, months, years, or even decades. But in the end, love triumphs.
These books can be read in any order, and they are all looking good in their shiny new covers and revamped blurbs. The sixth book in the series, Royal Flush is available in paperback only for now, but the ebook is on pre-order, with its release date set for the end of May. The seventh book, Trouble With Eden will be available in paperback in April and as an ebook in August.
I have other collections available, some hoistories and other holiday romances. You can find links to all of these and more books on my website. https://mhsusannematthews.ca/
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Welcome to this week’s Tuesday Tales. Hard to believe we’re less than a week away from Valentine’s Day! Do you have plans with your significant other? This week’s word prompt is STOOP. This is the last post from this story. Next week, I will have something new to share with you! How do you like the cover? Seeing my characters always makes writing about their adventures easier. Enjoy!
She was out on the stoop, waiting for Kyle when she realized she’d forgotten to put her brown contact lenses back in. Wearing them all day made her eyes sore, and she’d taken them out when she’d showered, hoping to give them a break. Before she could retrace her steps, Kyle’s Porsche turned the corner. Maybe he wouldn’t notice that her eyes were more green than brown tonight. If he were color blind, and one in twelve men were, it wouldn’t be an issue. The car slid to the curb before she could do anything.
Kyle got out of the vehicle and came over to her, carrying a box of chocolates.
“These are for you.” He extended the gift toward her.
She stared at the box. No one had ever given her candy. She swallowed the sudden emotions threatening to choke her.
“Thank you. That’s so nice of you. I love chocolate. It’s my fatal weakness.” If her smile were any wider, it would split her face.
“I’m glad that I ‘chose wisely.’ These are maple creams made with syrup from our trees. Ben tells me they’re delicious. You’ll have to give me your opinion.”
“I will. Let me run them upstairs so that they don’t melt in the car. I won’t be long.”
She rushed up the stairs and opened her door, the one closest to the street, placed the chocolates on the table inside, and relocked the door. Should she have opened the box in front of him, offered him one? She was at a loss here.
“Thanks again,” she said. “No one’s ever given me chocolate before.” She smiled, unable to tamp down her happiness.
“I find that hard to believe. Sweets for the sweet as they say. By the way, you look great,” he said. “Your hair down like that suits you, but I can see that style probably isn’t practical at work. Ready for action and adventure?”
“Definitely … and hungry, too. Where did you plan to feed me? Not at Veggie Planet I hope.” She made the same face she had when she hadn’t liked one of the beers the other day. “Not a fan.”
Kyle laughed. “No, the adventure will all be in the movie. I’ve got something with a little more atmosphere in mind for dinner.” He opened the passenger door for her. “Ever been in a Porsche before?”
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Living the Dream 