Take a Peek Tuesday~Does Age Matter? #amwriting #romance #teaser

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Welcome back to Take a Peek Tuesday. Each week I will post a little tease from what I am currently working on. Right now I am doing a self-edit on a story I wrote during NaNo 2015.  I am hoping to release it this summer.  Baseball Bats and Cowboy hats is a contemporary sports/cowboy romance. It is sweet and spicy with a touch of humor.

Remember this is very raw, not having been beta read or edited.

This week I take up where I left off last week but in TJ’s view.

Baseball Bats and Cowboy Hats Copyright 2016

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I don’t think Annie realized Caleb was in love with her. It was clear as a bell to me. I didn’t plan to kiss her. I guess it was another one of those strange ‘the moment is right’ things. She seemed so sad. So vulnerable. I bet very few people had ever seen this softer side of Annie. I’ve kissed a girl before, but it had never felt this amazing. My body thrummed with excitement. Every muscle, every nerve, yearned for more. I could feel myself shaking with desire. She melted into my arms, her hands slid up cupping my face, fingers entwining in my hair, pulling me in closer. Her lips parted allowing me entrance, giving me control. Control. Damn. Now is not the time. I want her with every fiber of my being, but I have to prove to her that I want more than a quick roll in the hay. I reluctantly pull back gazing into those warm, chocolaty eyes. Her lips are puffy and swollen. My body aches with want. I reach up and brush my finger over her mouth tracing it over her lips, sliding it into the long windblown curls. I expected a slap or at least her running like a frightened rabbit.

“Please don’t apologize.” She whispered.

“I have no intention of apologizing. I’ve done nothing I’m sorry about.”

“I shouldn’t want you so much.” She stepped back, gazing at the floor.

“Why? Because of my race? Afraid your friends will find out about me being from a poor family with a drug lord for an uncle? That I won’t ever amount to anything or be worthy of you?” I can’t believe I’m saying these things. All my fears seem to pour from my mouth. Talk about spoiling a moment.

“Heavens to Betsy, no. If anyone isn’t worthy of anyone, it’s me not being worthy of you. You are the strongest young man I have ever met. Young is the problem. I have a son older than you.”

“Age shouldn’t have any bearing on your feelings. If you feel anything for me at all, it is worth exploring. What’s in your heart is all that matters.” I saw the worry and fear begin to cloud over her eyes, trying to shut off her feelings. I take her face into my hands and kiss her forehead. “I don’t want a one-night stand or even a summer fling. I want you. I knew that from the moment we first met. Mama always told me I would know when the time was right, to not jump in with every girl I date, to wait for that woman. She was right. I felt it in my heart the moment we touched. I can wait until you are ready.” Reluctantly I stepped back. She stood staring at me in shock. “TJ…”

“Don’t. Please. We have the summer to get to know each other. Let’s let time, destiny, fate, whatever you believe in decide our future.”

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Do you like May/December Romance? What do you think about TJ and his values?

Rising from the ashes~#MFRWauthors #blog challenge

Hi, Y’all! Welcome back to the MFRW weekly blog challenge. This is week 12. I know I missed week 11, but I was down and out last week. I guess you could say that’s one of my strengths. I may get down a lot with all my illnesses, but I force myself to get up and keep going if its only 30 minutes a day.  That way eventually I get back on my feet. I have a tendency to rise from the ashes. though I am much slower at it than I use to. There are times i wonder if I wont pull myself up this time , but i look at all there is to do and enjoy, all the craft stuff I have, my family, and the stories in my head and I get up one more time.

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In writing I think my greatest strength is my characters,  I love building characters and my friends that I tell about them, fall in love and tell me how I should totally  get that written.  I could sit and develop characters all day. I do a character sketch when I first start a story then as I write the story I add to the character as he/she grows.  I keep a folder for each character and place in a notebook for each story.  It would be great if all I had to do were develop characters.

What is your greatest strength?

This is a blog hop, so let’s see with the other hoppers strengths are!

It’s never too late to join the hop, just follow the link.

Writerly Wednsday~~He/She or I #writing voice #amwriting #romance

Hi, Y’all. Welcome to Writerly Wednesday where I share my views and things I’ve learned about writing. This week I am going to talk about voice.

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There is Third person point of view where sentences start with the character’s name or he or she.  This is the most common writing style.

Example: TJ took one look at Annie and knew she was the one.

There is a second person viewpoint, and it uses the word you.  I don’t know much about this style, so I won’t  say much.

I don’t know how to do this, so I won’t even try.  I believe this technique is used a lot in nonfiction.

I write mostly in first person.  My character tells the story in is or her view.  I like this style because it gets into the character’s head and makes the character seem more realistic.  I also write in split view which is both the antagonist and protagonist or in my case of romance the leading lady and the leading man.   I like this style and think it is very workable as long as the viewpoint switches are made clear. In my case, I change chapters or scenes with each character view.   This style is becoming more popular than it used to be.

Example: I took one look and knew Annie was the one. (Tj’s view)

Example: The guys arrived one by one. The last two arrived by car.  An expensive SUV.  The passenger gets out, and he is the sexiest man I’ve ever seen. My heart flip-flops. This is not good. Not good at all. He is young enough to be my son.

I, whether reading in third person or first, like multiple character views.

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Do you prefer first person or third. Does it make a difference when you choose a book?

Take a Peek Tuesday~~Annie’s backstory

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Welcome back to Take a Peek Tuesday. Each week I will post a little tease from what I am currently working on. Right now I am doing a self-edit on a story I wrote during NaNo 2015.  I am hoping to release it this summer.  Baseball Bats and Cowboy hats is a contemporary sports/cowboy romance. It is sweet and spicy with a touch of humor.

Remember this is very raw, not having been beta read or edited.

This week I take up where I left off last week but in Annie’s view.

Baseball Bats and Cowboy Hats Copyright 2016

picture courtesy of pixabay

Annie

What the hell is with this emotion roller-coaster? I come in madder than hell and end up grabbing one of my young charges in an embrace. I meant to comfort him. Instead, I found myself turned on. This young man is sexy as hell. I don’t want to move Thankfully he is smarter than I am and broke the embrace. I wanted that moment to last forever. I wanted to kiss him. I should feel horrible. He is young enough to be my son. Why don’t I?  Why does being with him feel so right?

“I’m sorry.” He placed a finger to my lips to stop me. Heaven help me. I wanted to taste it.

“Don’t. There is no reason to apologize. I appreciated the comfort more than you will ever know” TJ poured us both another glass of tea. I would rather have a shot of Jack.  Maybe later. I don’t want to drink in front of the boys. It would be a bad influence.

“Can I ask you something personal?” he asks, his caramel brown eyes met mine. I hope I am not drooling.

“Yeah go ahead.” I don’t know why I felt so comfortable talking to this young man. And yes, now suddenly I see him as a man. I lay in my bed every night wallowing in self-pity over losing Steve when this young man has lost his father, a brother, and his mother.  From what I gather, he has an uncle that tried to get him to be a part of a gang, yet he has pulled away and somehow managed to go to college on his own. I feel so small in his presence.

“Is there something between you and Caleb?”

I nearly swallow an ice-cube.

“That’s not easy to answer. We go way back. Caleb and my husband Steve were best friends. Both played ball were in FFA and rode horses in the local rodeos. Every girl in school fawned over them.

My dad owned a ranch. He housed animals for the local rodeo teams. He also raised horses and bulls to rent out or sell. He had an arena for the locals to train in and my uncle the co-owner was one of the best trainers around. Caleb and Steve would come over to train and practice. I sat and watched them, helped brush down their horses afterward. Caleb caught my eyes first with his sandy golden hair and crooked bad-boy smile. He always winked at me from the ring. Steve was more laid back, though not a bit less physically handsome. I had a crush on them both for as long as I could remember.  When I started high school, the two handsome cowboys took me under their wings. Steve, Caleb, Vicki, and I became inseparable.

To make a long story short, I married Steve, got pregnant with my first son right off the bat. Steve bought this place for me, knowing I dreamed of having a farm.  We couldn’t afford anything as big as dad’s, or a lot of horses, so I settled on the hobby farm.” I stopped to take a drink of my tea to wash down the knot forming in my throat. I don’t want to cry.

“Where is your husband? We haven’t met him yet.”

Electricity shoots through me as his warm hand covers mine.

“He died when Christopher, my youngest, was eight. Eleven years, and I still miss him. Some days I am sad, other days I am angry at him for leaving me with two kids and a farm to care for all alone.”

“I’m sorry. I had no idea.” He invaded my personal space once again.  Strong hands, running up and down my arms soothing me.

“I guess I should have told you guys I was a widow. It just didn’t occur to me.”

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So what do you think about Annie? Can you relate to her? Is she likable enough? What do you think she needs to improve her character?

Serenity Sunday

WE had our first snow of the season last Saturday.

This weekend we had storms again. Lots of rain this winter. Monday is supposed to be 78 again. I need to clean up the Rose garden.

Have you had unusual weather?

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