Hello! Staying warm out there? It’s been so windy around here, but like they say, if the wind ever stopped, the whole population would fall over.
Work in Progress News ~ I wrote a new chapter one, because my MCs have zero chemistry. Now there’s chemistry but the premise is boring. Ugh! I’ve got them both open now, trying to decide what to do. This writing stuff is hard, y’all! Maybe I’ll work on something else until something comes to mind. My back burner has like 15 flames going by the way.
Favorite Song of the Week ~ This is from my favorite B52 album. She Brakes for Rainbows:
Tweet of the Week ~
Hubs: If you could sleep with… Me: THOR!!! Hubs: …the fan off tonight, that’d be great. Me: Ohhhh…
— Ann (@writerPT) February 12, 2014
Industry News ~ I got nothing. Any news out there?
What I’m reading ~ The Devil of Kilmartin is not my usual read, which is one reason I picked it out of my TBR pile:
As the chief of the Lachlan clan, Symon MacLachlan vows to protect the fiery-haired lass whose gentle touch relieves the demons clawing at his soul. Despite her fierce denials, he is certain Elena is the legendary Lamont healer — and certain that he must have her for his own.
Loving the author’s voice! And there are kilts, so…
Today’s Tearjerker ~ Because I can’t watch enough of these
Book Snippet ~ From Wyoming Solace:
“What can I do for you, Mr. Campbell?” She spun around to face him, clutching the bed sheet to her chest. Without pause, he covered the distance between them with two steps. He studied her upturned face for only a heartbeat before he pulled her by the shoulders against his body, crushing the sheet between them. Her damp shirt had chilled her chest, which only emphasized his warmth.
Stunned, she blinked a few times to center herself. Yes, a man’s body pressed against her, the foreign scent of tobacco and coffee further evidence that this was indeed happening.
She gripped his shirtsleeves to keep from melting into the gravel. When the situation did sink in, her entire body tensed, indeed her internal organs constricted, and her mind began the familiar retreat from reality. If she separated herself, it wouldn’t hurt.
His hand, hot against the small of her back, crushed her against his ribs, while the other moved around from her back up to her rib cage and to the outer swelling of her breast.
His thumb tested the firmness, and her mind zigzagged, caught between fear and…something else. Something inexplicable tried to draw her out. Something in this assault enticed her to participate. She fought the temptation. She wouldn’t relax; she couldn’t embrace this. It would turn ugly at any moment. Although, for some reason she couldn’t fathom, her hands weren’t restrained in any way. Still, she wouldn’t even think about pushing him away. It was safer that way. She wouldn’t want to anger him. And there was something about the pressure of his fingers against her, the way he caressed without moving, that intrigued more than frightened her.
Cody dipped his head, only to brush his lips against her ear. “My name is Cody…”
Okay, since this book is set in Wyoming, imagine those sheets on the line blowing and whipping around until they’re shredded, and these two yelling to be heard over the roar and squinting against the dust that’s flying… Oh…sorry…that’s not very romantic. I’ll just leave it as is.