19 September 2019

The Evernighties Weekly Blog Challenge - Week 38

My Odd/Useless Talent

I'm not quite sure if this is a talent, but I can stop myself hiccupping.

I discovered how to do this a long time ago. I just remember that one day I was hiccupping, and I wanted to stop, so I began to focus on which part of my body was being affected. Obviously,  my diaphragm, so I concentrated on it, and....my hiccupping stopped.

Now, when I start hiccupping, I usually only have one or two before I stop them. But sometimes, I like how they feel so I'll keep doing them.

Is this talent odd? Yes.

Is this talent useless? No.

Make sure to check out the other posts in the Evernighties Writing Challenge!

12 September 2019

The Evernighties Weekly Blog Challenge- Week 37

An Odd Thing I Collect


My mind went into some weird tangent when I read the topic this week. Like eyes of newt and puppy dog tails. Don't ask me why. Perhaps it has something to do with the cold medicine I'm on. My allergies exploded into a head cold and now I can't breathe out of my nose.

Anyway...odd thing I collect....

Rocks. I guess that's the oddest thing. When Mike and I go hiking I come back with a bag of rocks. I like the way they look, especially the ones that have shiny particles in them. I really like the ones where the iron has left round red spots from the past, when they were so hot that the iron ore bubbled up to form what looks like an outbreak of small pox .There are round red dots all over the stone.

You never know, one day I may find an uncut diamond. Or a rare fossil.



05 September 2019

The Evernighties Weekly Blog Challenge - Week 36

My Secret Snack

You may or may not believe this, but I don't usually snack.

Sure, sometimes I grab a few cookies after dinner. Or a piece of fruit. Chips every once in awhile. But nothing on a consistence basis. So since I'm completely boring on this particular challenge, I'll talk about my secret writing habit...only it's not so secret.

My favorite place to go when I write is to a coffee house, and usually it's Starbucks. Please no political issues, I go there because there happens to be one on every block, lots of tables, free wifi and great tea or coffee. Sure the prices are a little high, but I use their app to get points for free stuff. On my days off work, I drop my son off at school and then head to a Starbucks and write for hours. It helps me focus on what's on the page.


29 August 2019

The Evernighties Weekly Blog Challenge - Week 35

My Irrational Fears

I think as I've gotten older I've obtained a few irrational fears that may or may not seem overreacting.

Two specifically come to mind.

I have paralyzing acrophobia. The kind where every muscle in your body freezes and you can't move, even though your brain is screaming at you to do something. It's not just a disliking of the Ferris Wheel, or a rollercoaster. It's more like climbing an ordinary hill, and then realizing you can't climb down. Or can't look when you cross over a bridge. It's when your heart beats so fast that it feels like it'll burst and you can't breathe. You can't do anything except cry because you're frozen.

A lot of people don't like heights, but the true acrophobic person's fear is more intense and a whole lot more irrational.

The second fear is a product of our time.

I have an irrational fear that a shooter will happen in my son's school. I even had to go on anxiety medicine last year after Parkland. I couldn't sleep, my stomach was in knots, and I didn't want to let him go to school. The medicine helped but I stopped after a while and now that school's started back up, it's always in the back of my head. What if.... What if....

There's no common phobia name for this. At least, not yet.

And that truly terrifies me, that this could become so common it does get a phobia name.

22 August 2019

The Evernighties Weekly Blog Challenge - Week 34

My Theme Song


My husband told me my theme song is "Too Much Wine" by The Fratellis.  Here are some of the lyrics:

Well I'm trying to keep
My brains from getting dry
There's only one way I know
I'm gonna bolt shut the windows
Barricade the doors
Let all of my judgements go
I'll take the mead from the table
Talk straight while I'm able
Until I'm nothing less than a crime
Until my heart stops beatin'

I will drink myself too much wine

He tells me all the time I'm a bad influence on him. Who...me???  Suddenly he starts telling me all these songs that involve drinking or wine in them. Geez, he makes me sound like a lush!

Music has always been an inspiration in my writing, and my favorite songs are the ones that invoke a passionate response. I like to listen to movie soundtracks when I write, or epic instrumental pieces. I also adore classical, especially Beethoven's "Moonlight Sonata". I remember when I was a young teenager reading a romance novel where the heroine, who was disfigured in a car accident and couldn't remember her name, played this song on a piano and that's how the hero found her again. That's always stayed with me. My one true regret in life is that I don't have a talent for singing.

Oh well.

Back to my theme song...I would say I don't have one specific one all the time because there are so many songs throughout my life that has been my anthem. Recently, Mike and I got married and we did a playlist of music that inspired our life together thus far, featuring Star Wars since that was our theme. I guess right now I would consider Han Solo and the Princess my theme song, since I'm living in a romance story. Here's the YouTube link for it:



19 August 2019

A New Devil's Outlaws book by Lynn Burke!

#MCRomance #Romantic Suspense #VigilanteJustice #OrganizedCrime #Veteran
#Series #HEA


Brewer’s Ward
Devil’s Outlaws 4
Publisher: Changeling Press
World-Wide Release Date: August 23, 2019


She might be his mark, but one look into her eyes slays him.



Blurb:




Reagan “Brewer” de Jager might look soft as a teddy bear, but his stint as a sniper in the SEALs hardened him into a lethal killer. The fact his wife cheated on him while he’d been deployed makes him unable to trust. Cold hearted and empty, he sets his sights on his next mark—and one look into her eyes slays him.

Nova Smego wasn’t nicknamed Black Widow by her CIA superiors without reason. Underestimated for her petite form, she’s quick with her fists and lethal with a blade or a bullet. Tossed out of the CIA with a scarred reputation, she joins a hitmen-for-hire team in the hopes of exacting revenge on the one who ruined her career.

When the Outlaws eliminate her team in order to rescue one of their own, Nova is kept alive—tied to her captor. A winter storm kills the electricity, but not the heat building between her and Brewer. There was a reason he couldn't end her, and while she plans her escape, she fears losing her heart to the chemistry sizzling between them.

But when Nova's desire for vengeance shakes the tentative bond between them, the Outlaws issue Brewer an ultimatum. Pull the trigger, or find common ground to trust one another and avoid the Outlaws’ demand for her life.



​PURCHASE LINKS:

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EXCERPT:


Brewer stood in the doorway, his gaze flitting over my face as he stepped inside my prison.

My heart spasmed -- and that damn tingle between my thighs roared to life. I scowled.


Chin tilted up, I held his blue eyed stare, trying to focus on what he’d done, the family he’d taken from me, rather than the arousal he’d woken inside my core.


A twinkle lit his eye and twitched his lips peeking from his full beard -- a beard that appeared silky, bringing to mind an image of his dark head between my thighs. Would his facial hair tickle? Scrape and mark my skin?


I swallowed and jerked my focus back up to his eyes, determined to keep silent no matter what he said -- or did.


He caved from the silence between us first, expelling a heavy exhale, his shoulders relaxing the slightest bit. “What’s your name?”


“Eat shit.”


His lips quirked as though to smirk, but flat lined. “Bet you got your ass bullied for that name while growing up.”


“Fuck off.”


“I’d rather fuck you.”


My breath caught -- and Brewer blinked as though his words had escaped unintended. He stood a few feet in front of me, doing nothing to hide the cock swelling inside his leathers. Long and hard…


The tingle of arousal morphed into pure wetness, dampening my panties in the span of a single breath as we stared at one another, our fogging breaths loud in the stillness.


“Goddamnit.” Brewer scrubbed a hand down over his face and beard while I attempted to swallow the dryness from my throat. He spun and left without another word, leaving my upper body unwrapped.


My arousal kept me warm for all of two minutes before my teeth began to chatter.


Fucking asshole couldn’t handle the sexual tension, the complication of what that brought to our situation. He fled like a pansy-ass.


Better that than rape me


“Fuck,” I muttered, eyes clenching shut against the thought of him thrusting into my body. My pussy spasmed, deepening my frown. I hadn’t let a man’s dick near me in over three years -- and I wasn’t about to let some Stockholm syndrome make me lenient. No matter how fucking hot said man might be.


He’d killed my team, so given the chance, I would kill him.

© Lynn Burke 2019


 

OTHER BOOKS IN THE DEVIL’S OUTLAWS SERIES:



Bowie’s Angel, Devil’s Outlaws MC 1: http://mybook.to/BowiesAngel
Gunner’s Flame, Devil’s Outlaws MC 2: http://mybook.to/GUNNERSFLAME
Austin’s Ward, Devil’s Outlaws MC 3: http://mybook.to/AUSTINSWARD



ABOUT LYNN BURKE:


Lynn Burke is a full time mother, voracious gardener, and scribbler of spicy romance stories. A country bumpkin turned Bay Stater, she enjoys her chowdah and Dunkin Donuts when not trying to escape the reality of city life.





18 August 2019

Blast from the Past...Spotlighting Beth D. Carter's "Recover Me"


Bishop Kain has devoted his life to protecting crime boss Sherman Groto, but when he spots Evie at an underground fight, all he can think about is her. He tries to keep his distance, but like a moth to a flame, she’s a siren he can’t resist.

Evie Duncan’s dreams are slowly taking over her life. Every night she falls in love with the man invading her subconscious, playing out scenes from a past life. It becomes harder and harder to wake and leave her dream man behind.

Danger is coming for Evie and her salvation lies somewhere in the truth of her past life. If Bishop can save her, he may be the one man who can bring her into the light…and for once, she might be willing to stay there.



Q & A 

            1. Did you plot this book out or write wherever an idea took you?


I have loved time travel books from the first time I read Timeless Passion by Constance O’day Flannery back in 1986. I have always wanted to write one. Recover Me is a spin off this genre. Evie remembered a past life while in a coma and is desperate to return. I had to really research and plan out both of her timelines, and then merge the two.


      2. What was your hardest scene to write in this book?


Evie is addicted to sleeping pills. It was difficult to write these scenes because I wanted them to be authentic.

     
      3.  Did you leave out anything in this book that you wished you hadn’t?


It wasn’t what I left out, but rather what the editor changed. All of Evie’s back story had been italicized, to show the difference between the past and present. The editor took that out, and I feel it might have been detrimental for the reader understanding what was happening.


      4.   Do you believe a book cover plays an important role in the selling process?


Yes, definitely. When I look at this cover, I can’t help but stare into Evie’s eyes. She’s a tortured soul, yeaning for the man she loves. I can see that in the cover.



EXCERPT  


As she threaded her way through the thick throng of bodies, a tingling awareness danced over her skin. The last time she’d experienced such a weird feeling, she’d slipped off a cliff and ended up in a hospital. Deciding to be cautious, she stopped and turned in a slow circle to study the people around her. As if an invisible hand guided her, Evie looked to her left.

A man moved through the crush of people, parting them as if he were Moses at the Red Sea. He was a complete stranger, and she had never seen him before, yet there was something about him that sparked a familiarity. She pushed forward, trying to get through the dense crowd to get a better view of his face. His height worked to her advantage because she was able to easily follow, but she halted once she saw him going up a set of concrete stairs guarded by a few big burly men. For a split second, he turned her way. Her heart thumped wildly in her chest and every fiber of her being wanted … needed … to touch him, but he disappeared out of sight. She searched the second level until he came into view once more, and she was able to breathe again.

John.  

He was here. He was real!

Subtle changes made this John a little different. A tad taller, which said something because he’d been tall in her dream world. Fantasy John had held a quiet strength that made people respect him. This John was so heavily muscled, with an aura of danger swirling around him, that people instinctively moved out of his path, giving him a wide berth. He had a militaristic look, with blunt-cut dark hair and a rigid posture any soldier would be envious of, but something told her he hadn’t been in any branch of service. She stared at him, unblinking, until he suddenly looked down and their gazes met.

The saliva dried up in her mouth as her heart thundered with a mixture of excitement and happiness. Any doubts she might have had about his identity disappeared instantly as the gossamer threads between them solidified. The people, the fight … everything disappeared, leaving them the only two people in the world. Curiosity filled his face. She reached out a hand but was bumped by someone walking by, abruptly pulling her out of the dream-like trance. She blinked and he was gone.


WHERE TO BUY

https://www.evernightpublishing.com/recover-me-by-beth-d-carter/



https://www.amazon.com/Recover-Me-Beth-D-Carter-ebook/dp/B078YM357R/ref=sr_1_22?keywords=beth+d.+carter&qid=1566092363&s=gateway&sr=8-22



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