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Monday, May 31, 2010
frequently as promised, but I have all good
reasons for it.
I survived the long weekend chaos at work and
my daughter turning 13 since my last post.
I also signed a contract for Salvation with
Eternal Press! It is to be released in October and
as this was one of my favorite stories to write
I can't wait!!
I'll have more updates soon.
Stop by on Wednesday for my interview
with Author Mysti Holiday.
Saturday, May 22, 2010
somethingmore often and then I dropped the ball,
discuss oreven recall while I'm not there) I've been
re-writing the end of Heart. This one has so many firsts
in it for me I won't stop until I'm completely happy with it.
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
Double drat! He moved out of her vision, and she did not
dare part the draperies any further. She waited, breath
suspended, as he re-appeared and sat on the bed.
He meant to take his boots off himself? She was surprised
he didn’t require his valet to wait up for him. An unusual
bit of consideration for a servant, one she’d not expected.
She’d thought she’d have to stay hidden until the valet had
come and gone. Perhaps this was better, since at least he
was decently clothed. Not that she’d let any missish tendencies
deter her. Actually seeing a large nude male might be educational.
Now was the time.
She cocked the gun and stepped out in front of him,
the barrel pointed directly at him.
“You will please rise, my lord. I do not intend to shoot a
She’d worried a little about that.
Wolverton did not appear unduly upset, although his eyebrows
arched upward. He bent the long leg stretched on the bed
and clasped both hands around his knee.
“A woman. How interesting. I admit you make a very
fetching young man dressed in those breeches, but your voice
is definitely female. Might I inquire why you have your
gun pointed at me?”
She had to give him his due. His tone seemed as cool as hers,
and she certainly must have been a nasty surprise. Although
come to think of it, he probably often found women accosting
him in his bedchamber. But surely for more pleasurable
purposes, cad that he was.
“Stand up, my lord.”
Neither her voice nor the hand holding the gun on him
wavered, as Joshua Sinclair, Earl of Wolverton, slowly placed
both his boots on the luxurious Aubusson carpet and rose to his feet.
“Is there anything I can do for you, madam?” he inquired, as
politely as if he were asking her if she took milk with her tea.
She shook her head slowly, carefully lowering the gun a trifle.
What a shame he was such a handsome devil, but then she
should have expected no less from a despoiler of virgins.
She was pleased to see him blanch a little as he realized
where she aimed.
“Can I persuade you to raise your gun a little? I don’t mind
being shot in the chest nearly as much as if you hit the most
valued part of my anatomy.”
Monday, May 17, 2010
Saturday, May 15, 2010
in six months I've taken off. I think I might have to do
it more often.
I'm not sure if I accomplished enough to call it a productive
day, but there's always tomorrow to knuckle down again
and do some serious work.
Because I've had a good day and I'm in a good mood,
I thought I'd share a bit about Mystic Perceptions
to be released this summer.
Jacinda Brown keeps to her safe existence doing investigative
research, avoiding people and places with people.
To most, it appears she has a normal life; blending completely
undetected in her lonely continuation.
She doesn’t investigate people; she can’t get that close.
Through her hand she can feel emotions, thoughts.
With a touch she can see what has been.
Unfortunately fate tosses her into a situation where her
carefully guarded secret and her own conscience are at
war when she finds herself working with detectives to find a killer.
Jacinda clashes with the very strongly grounded detective,
destiny has forced her to work with.
At some point he begins to matter, making her decision harder.
Will he look at her with abhorrence, like she’s some sort of
freak when she’s through?
When the fifth murder happens, Jacinda makes the decision to
use her gift to find the killer. She doesn’t let herself think of how
she’s going to suffer afterward, the consequences that will curse
her again, the chance she’ll be giving up everything and starting
all over. She just thinks of finding some justice and stopping a killer.
What will be the price, this time, for the ability she doesn’t want?
Thursday, May 13, 2010
What genres do you choose to write? Why?
What is the hardest part of writing for you?
Do you ever have problems with writers block?
If so how do you get through it?
What do you do when you’re not writing/editing or
thinking about writing/editing?
When did you realize you wanted to write?
While working on a story, do you directly onto the computer
or are there notebooks and plot ideas jotted down in various places?
From your own writing, do you have a favourite story or
What’s one thing about you that your readers may not know?
What other books do you have out and in what formats are they available?
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
Author of Blood Soup, a dark fantasy.
- Who is Kelly A. Harmon?
Thanks so much for taking the time to answer my questions and
giving everyone a chance to get to know you better!!!
Here's a sneak peak of Kelly's book "Blood Soup"
“Do you want to learn about your sister?” King Theodicar asked.
“Salvagia had a set of runes, and she cast them over and over and over as Pia’s pregnancy advanced. Always, the answer was the same: ‘A girl child must rule or the kingdom will fall to ruin.’”
“Do you believe that, Father?”
“Your mother did. And so did Salvagia. They came from Omero, where the eldest born ruled, not just the eldest male. They believed your sister should rule.”
“But, did you believe?”
“I think your mother wasn’t meant to bear children. She was little and frail. Her labor arrived early—almost too early for you to survive. Your sister was born first. She was tiny, and just as delicate as your mother. Pia died the moment she was born, without even seeing her. Salvagia cut the girl’s cord and handed her to me. Then your mother’s belly contracted, and we realized there was another babe: you.”
“So, you killed my sister so she wouldn’t take the throne.”
“It wasn’t like that at the time.” Anguish washed across Theodicar’s face. “The girl was
frail, but you were worse. Salvagia could only save one of you. She was certain you wouldn’t last through the night, and she tried to convince me that your weakness fulfilled the prophecy. I wouldn’t listen to her. I told her to sacrifice the girl so you could live.”
“The girl, the girl, the girl. Has my sister a name?”
“Her life was given for yours before she was named. I’d asked Salvagia to remove the body afterward, so there would be no question about who would rule after me.” He looked down at his feet. “I’m fairly certain Salvagia named her, though she never told me so.”
“How did my sister save me?”
“Her blood, Amal. You drank of her blood to strengthen your own.”
Amalric’s hand tightened on the glass in his lap. He swallowed hard, imagining he could taste the tinny flavor of blood on his tongue. It was worse than he first thought: not only was he winner by default, but he was beast—some variation of an incestuous cannibal—alive only because he drank his sister’s blood.
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