Living the Dream

Welcome to this week’s Tuesday Tales and another peek at several manuscripts in process. I’m continuing with Forever in my Heart. This is picture prompt week, where our scenes are limited to only 300 words. Here’s the picture I chose.

Mike sat on the sofa in the family room next to Callie, Iris on his lap, while she held Rose. After the viewing at the morgue, they’d checked out of the hotel and had driven back to Timberton, the baby girls jabbering in the limousine as if trying to tell her all about something. The nanny would be in shortly to take them for their supper and then settle them for the night. Normally, he liked to help with bath time, but he knew Cal wanted to discuss the provisions in the will.

“That’s one of your Nana’s paintings,” Callie said, indicating the framed picture above the fireplace to the child. “That’s the home I grew up in. She must’ve painted it from memory because I’ve never seen this before, but I would recognize her work anywhere.” She stood, propped Rose against her hip, and walked over to it. “Yup. There’s the A she always used to sign her work.” She turned to him. “Do you have more of her paintings here?”

“I’m not sure. There’s one in the foyer, and Cal has one in his office. Do you have many?”

“A few. Her work started selling well, a couple of years before she died. Now, her agent asks me to send him one of her old, forgotten pieces each year. He sells it, and we donate the proceeds to cancer research. It’s what she would’ve wanted.”

Louise entered the room. She carried a platter of appetizers. “Mrs. Faraday sent these along. She’ll be here in a minute with the wine. Did you want red or white?”

“Callie?”

“A dry red if you have one,” she answered. “Luke preferred white. I suppose you do, too.”

“Actually, I like a good Merlot. We were identical in many ways, but we did have individual tastes and personalities.”

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Welcome to another Tuesday Tales, this one based on the word prompt EIGHTEEN. I’m continuing with Forever in my Heart.

Enjoy.

Mike glanced at his watch. Eight-eighteen. Where was she? She’d checked in last night—he’d verified that—and had gotten his note. The elevator door opened.

He recognized her the second she stepped out of the car, and it was as if he’d been gut-punched. She wore a slim, black skirt with a gray blouse and carried a black sweater or jacket. How was it possible to react so completely to a stranger? Was this what had happened to Luke when he’d first seen Cassie?

Callie spoke to the receptionist, and while she did, he examined her and the way she’d changed from the photograph he’d seen. Her hair was still deep brown, but she’d cut it, letting it settle along her shoulders. She seemed thinner than she’d been ten years ago, but as a nurse, she would’ve had a difficult past two years. The receptionist moved away from the counter to escort her to the table.

He knew the second she saw him, the jolt of electricity he felt from her gaze strong enough to make the hand holding his coffee tremble. He set down the cup before he dropped it. Calvin stood, and so did he.

“Ms. Hayward, thank you so much for coming,” the lawyer said. He didn’t try to shake her hand. That wasn’t done these days, especially in here in the city where new cases were spiraling out of control. “Allow me to introduce myself. I’m Calvin Ross. We’ve never met, but I was a good friend of your grandmother’s. The little lady on your left is Iris, this one is Rose,” he indicated the child closest to him, “and that’s Louise in the middle. She’ll look after the girls while we attend to matters. Last but not least, this is Mike Branscomb, Luke’s brother. Please, won’t you be seated?”

She nodded, dropped into the chair, and removed her mask. His gaze fixated on her face, her pale cheeks, her soft lips, her gorgeous eyes. With a quaking hand, she reached for the glass of water, but never once did her gaze leave his. Was she seeing Luke instead of him? Were those watery eyes recalling the pain his twin had caused her? For the first time in his entire life, he wished that like her, he didn’t resemble his twin.

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Hello again! Time is flying past us faster than ever it seems. It’s hard to believe that we’re less than two months away from the end of another year.

In terms of my writing, 2020 and 2021 have given me a lot of at home writing time, but I’m not sure that I’ve been as productive as I can be. I’ve become even more critical of my own work, constantly editing and re-editing material, including some previously published stuff, hoping that the revised books will find greater success out there. I’ve recently completed an Amazon ad class that taught me how to target my book market, but it is a long, slow process, and I’m at the very bottom of my learning curve. For that reason, I’ve recently given a lot of thought to the books out there on my shelf that aren’t selling.

This month’s optional question:
What’s harder to do, coming up with your book title or writing the blurb?

Titles used to come to me fairly easily. They were always part of the story, found inside the book someplace. For example, In The White Carnation, a romance thriller in the Harvester Files Series, the title comes from the clues the killer leaves with the heroine. The White Lily, the second book in the series, refers not only to the heroine but also to the killer’s method of gaining entry into the homes of his victims, delivering bouquets which contain white lilies. The same holds true for the other two books in the series, The White Iris and The White Dahlia.

The books in my Cocktails for You Series, romantic comedies, are all named after cocktails, some more well-known than others. I started this series shortly after the pandemic hit, and we were told to stay home. It was the last days of winter and needing to write something lighter, I tried a complete new style–first person POV. It’s no secret that beer and alcohol sales went up dramatically during the lockdowns. We started a daily Happy Hour at home, me becoming a substutite for the social time my hubby usually enjoyed at our local pub, then shut down. And so I wrote: Tequila Sunrise, Champagne Cocktail, Buck’s Fizz, The Tipsy Pig, Make Mine a Manhattan, and my WIP, Emerald Glow. I suppose like everyone else, I look for ways to make my titles interesting and appealing, and maybe just a little bit different. Since I use a professional cover artist, it’s her job to create the perfect cover not only for the book but for today’s market.

But when it comes to blurbs, that’s where I have trouble. Blurbs and synopses are my Achilles’ heel. I try to give them an intriguing hook, something I’ve learned a bit more about in my ad course. Then I try to follow a who’s who, what’s what, what’s at stake, and what’s the ulimate prize, danger, risk format. Does it always work? No. According to my ad school teacher, the ultimate prize in fiction is love, death, or enlightenment. So over the next few months, I plan to carefully examine the blubs on all of my published books and tweak them with his advice in mind. Will it work? I don’t know, but it can’t hurt to try.

What about you? What is it that draws you to a particular book? The cover? The title? The blurb? And if you’re writing a book, which is harder for you?

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Welcome to November and this week’s Tuesday Tales, the blog hop that features the work in progress of a small group of bestselling authors. Each week, we write to a word or picture prompt. This week, our word prompt for a 400 word scene is ARM. I’m continuing with my upcoming holiday romance Forever in my Heart, the fourth book in my Winter Wedddings collection. I’m hoping to have it finished and ready to release by the end of 2021.

Enjoy!

“I may never understand why it happened, Becca, but now I can never tell her I’m sorry I reacted the way I did—not giving them a chance to explain anything. You said that I have to forgive them to move on, so how can I ever fall in love and get by this if I can’t tell her I forgive her? It’s as if part of me is dead, too.” She rubbed her cold arms.

“Cassie, I’m sure God knows how you feel, and He’ll make sure she knows.”

“I wish I had your faith, but what if she doesn’t? What if I pushed her away once too often? When I woke up this morning, I was in pain. I thought it was just the hangover, but what if it was her, trying to reach me, trying to say goodbye?”

“Now you’re creeping me out. You’ve never been able to feel her before, right?”

“I’m not so sure of that. When I was ten, I had these massive stomach pains. The doctor thought it was appendicitis, but then the tests were all negative. The same thing happened back in April. I was in agony. It lasted for about seven hours, and then I was fine. I never put it together until now. Cassie had her appendix out when she was ten. I learned a few weeks ago that she had twin girls. My guess would be that they were born in April. Maybe I could feel her pain. We all know that there’s a lot of weird folktales about twins and ESP. I remember Luke telling me he knew when Mike was unhappy or sick.”

“Anything is possible, and if she was reaching out to you the way you think she was, well, maybe she did manage to get a message to you. Listen, eat your ice cream, take another shower, and then I’ll help you pack. I’ll even take you to the airport. Vancouver or Abbotsford?”

“Abbotsford. It’s a direct flight. Can you look after my mail and my plants, too?”

“Sure. Now, eat up and then we’ll get to work.”

Callie nodded, spooned the melting ice cream into her mouth and savored the sweet taste. Cassie had been the one to introduce her to maple syrup on ice cream. It was one of the few things they’d both loved—well, other than Luke.

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Welcome to this week’s Tuesday Tales. It’s hard to believe it’s the end of October. Another month has come and gone. The leaves are turning red, the night’s are getting cooler, and like it or not, fall is well underway. This week’s word prompt is SWEET. I used a variation of the word in this week’s scene from Forever in my Heart.

Callie’s hand trembled when she put down the phone. The sound of Mike Branscomb’s voice had brought her to her knees. Luke had mentioned his twin was identical—but the same voice? She’d expected to meet him, but if he even sounded like Luke, how would she manage it? Six years ago, the man had worn a beard—she remembered Luke telling her that—something about hating to shave, but that was then. Of course a lot of guys had grown COVID beards, great big bushy ones that reminded her of Tom Hanks in Castaway. If he had that kind of beard, it might make things easier.

The girls. At least they were safe—orphaned, like her, like Mike, but safe. The only reason she knew about them was the ad she’d seen on television last month for the Timberton Ranch Resort. Despite the years, she’d recognized her sister, but the two babies in her arms had been a surprise. She’d almost broken down and sent her a note right then and there, but Luke had walked into the scene, and the pain had poisoned her resolve. She’d turned off the TV and had gone for a long solitary run, the memories filling her, adding to the pain of her overworked muscles until the rain had started, forcing her home again.

How old were they? They were quite small—a lot of twins were preemies. No doubt Mike and his wife were now the children’s legal guardians. Maybe he would allow her to be part of their lives. After all, they were the only family she had left. Of course, given her callous disregard for her sister and his brother, he might not deem her worthy of even that.

Someone knocked at the door. She swiped at the tears still dribbling down her face and went to answer it.

Becca stood on the doorstep, a pint of ice cream in her hands. “Oh God, sweetie. I knew you would be upset about Brett, but honestly, if you say yes, I’m sure he’ll jump at the idea of marrying you. He was devastated when I told him—”

“Stop, Becca,” she cried. “I don’t want to date Brett let alone marry him.”

The tall brunette with purple hair tips frowned, came inside, and shut the door. She went straight to the kitchen, opened the ice cream container, and filled two bowls with salted caramel ice cream, pouring maple syrup over the top.

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Welcome to this week’s Tuesday Tales. Each week I join a few select authors and post a snippet from mt work in progress based on a particular word or picture prompt. This week’s word is BARE. I’m continuing with my Holiday Romance, Forever in my Heart.

Calvin picked up the receiver. “ Cathy, I told you I wasn’t to be disturbed …  Oh, I see, put her through.” He pushed the button to put the phone on speaker. Mike heard the call connect.

“Ms. Hayworth. Thank you for getting back to me so promptly.”

“I don’t have time for small talk, Mr. Ross,” the woman’s voice came across the line clearly, the pain and concern in it touching his heart. “You said there’d been a fatal accident. How is my sister? Is she … is she dead?”

The agony she suffered was clear in her voice.

“I’m afraid so. She died instantly. Her husband passed away a couple of hours later.”

“Oh God!” The sound of heavy crying came across the line.

“Their babies?” She managed to get out the words.

Mike frowned. If there had been no contact between them, how had she known about the twins?

“The girls were not with their parents at the time of the accident,” Calvin said, not acknowledging the faux pas.

“I’ve booked a flight to Calgary for 6:30 tonight. I can be in Timberton tomorrow morning.”

Mike shook his head. “Ms. Hayworth, this is Mike Branscomb, Luke’s brother. There are several things that have to be done in Calgary, including the formal identification of the bodies,” he said. “Stay in Calgary, and we’ll come to you. After we take care of things, you can come back to Timberton with us, and we can take it from there.” He hoped he didn’t sound as desperate as he felt. The silence at the end of the line seemed heavy and ominous. “Ms. Hayworth, are you there?”

“Yes … I … I’m here.” Her voice trembled, her words so softly spoken he could barely hear them. “Where … where will I meet you?”

“My secretary will book a room for you in Calgary and I’ll arrange for the Ambassador Limousine Service to meet your plane and take you to the hotel,” Calvin said. “My firm will see to all the details. Just give me your flight number.”

Through her tears, she mumbled out the airline and flight number.”

“Very well. The driver will take you to the hotel, and Mr. Branscomb and I will see you in the morning. Please accept my deepest sympathies for your loss.”

“Thank you. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

She ended the call.

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Happy Canadian Thanksgiving, and welcome to this week’s Tuesday Tales. Our prompt this week is a picture, and our scenes ate limited to 300 words. I’m continuing with Forever in my Heart. This scene is a flashback Callie has after the shock of learning about the accident.

Callie put two slices of bread into the toaster. From the refrigerator, she removed a tomato and the jar of mayonnaise. Nothing calmed her nerves and settled her stomach better than a toasted tomato sandwich. Mom had considered toasted tomato sandwiches more therapeutic and beneficial to the soul than chicken soup, and so did she.

The toaster popped. Callie reached for the slices of warm bread, her memory flashing to a scene from six years ago when she and Luke just started dating, and life had been good.

Since Luke had driven Grandma to her bocce ball game, Callie had offered to make lunch. They’d only been dating a few weeks, and the shine was still bright on their relationship.

He stood at the stove, turning over the slices of bacon for the BLTs they were having. She reached for the toast.

“Good God, woman. I know you said cooking wasn’t your thing, but is the toaster broken? Those slices aren’t ready—they’re barely warm.”

She chuckled. “Says you. I happen to like them this way, and don’t burn the bacon. It’s best just slightly crisp.”

“Well, put mine in for at least three times as long. I like them dark, not quite as brown as your hair but close.”

Callie laughed. “You mean burnt. Cassie and Grandma like them that way, too.”

“Cassie? Who’s Cassie?”

He turned off the ring and came to stand beside her, nuzzling her neck as she slathered butter on her toast, turning the bread a golden yellow.

“She’s my sister—my twin actually. We don’t look alike. I’m dark like my father, not that I ever knew him; she’s blonde like Mom was. Our parents divorced when we were just a year old. I didn’t even know she existed until just before Mom passed.”

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Well, another month has come and gone. Around here, there are still many new cases of COVID 19 and we have a vaccine passport rule for restaurants, gyms, and sporting events. There may be more cases, even among the vaccinated, but other than the unvaccinated, most cases are mild.

This month’s question seems easy, but it’s actually quite complex.

October 6 question – In your writing, where do you draw the line, with either topics or language?

For me, it’s a question of values. I will not write porn or erotica in any of its incarnations, rape, incest, or slasher-style horror. There are some vivid murder scenes visited by police in some of my suspense novels, but you don’t see the deed done. I have love scenes, some descriptive but definitely miles away from erotica.

In terms of language, I do use some mild swearing where it seems to be needed, but I do not use the F word–ever. The best way to describe me as a writer would be prudish. Since I am straight as they say, married 50 years to the same man, I also don’t write LGBQT literature. I’m not knowledgeable enough to do it properly, and rather than insult members of that community, I will stay away from it. I have no problem including them as minor characters, but that’s the best I can do.

What about you?

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Hope you have a lovely fall!