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?

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

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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?

Take a peek Tuesday

 This week I am going to share another snippet from my current WIP. I am nearly done with this read through making notes and getting ready for fixing it to send to my beta. Remember it is very rough yet and still going through rewrites and edits.  I am skipping down to a heartfelt story from TJ grabs a tissue.

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TJ

I had barely dozed off when the door slammed open in the back of the house.  I jumped up not knowing what to expect. Grabbing a baseball bat  I slowly slink to the back. Peering in the mudroom door, I saw Annie throwing her boots into the pile like a bowling ball. Boots and shoes flew every which direction. She continued to kick and curse under her breath.  I suppressed my giggle as she bent to pick up the boots then suddenly tossed them again. She was like a mini tornado kicking, twirling, cursing. And the team calls me Taz? Finally, she dropped to the bench and panted breathlessly.

I slipped into the kitchen and started loudly opening cabinets, getting a glass, opening the fridge. Trying to make enough noise she would hear someone was in the next room. My plan was to bring her to me, hoping she didn’t take off out the back door.

My plan worked. In a few minutes, a slightly more composed Annie walked into the kitchen.

“Hi. I didn’t expect you back so soon. I was just getting a glass of tea.  Do you want  one?” I asked.

“No.Thanks.” She said through clenched teeth.

Her face was still flushed from her beating up the boots in the mudroom.  She clenched and unclenched her fists as she watched me.  I wasn’t sure if I should ask her what was wrong or not.

“How long have you been in the kitchen?” She asked warily.

“I just walked in. Why?” I lied.

Then she spied the ball-bat I had leaned on the workstation.

“Someone left their bat out. I guess I need to address this tomorrow.” She walked toward the bat.

“It’s mine. I’m sorry. I thought I might go out and practice some swings.” I lied again. Now I backed myself into a corner and will have to go out and practice. My shoulder twinged at the thought of more work.

“You have worked enough for one day. Chores this morning, your workout, plus your practice. You can practice your batting tomorrow.” She took the bat and placed it back into the small closet designated for our equipment.

Suddenly she turned to me her eyes glossy. “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to sound bossy. I have this bad habit that I get a little protective over people I care about.”

Does that mean she cares about me? I want to jump for joy and shout Yes! But I compose myself.  Don’t  want her to think I am a lunatic.

I stepped close placing my hands on her shoulders. “It’s nice to have someone looking out for my wellbeing. It’s been a while.” I pull out one of the stools at the workstation for Annie. She looks at it a moment then hops up. I pour her a glass of tea even though she said she didn’t want it, top mine off and joined her.

“Don’t you hear from your mom? I am sure she worries about you.” She picks up the glass swirling the caramel colored liquid around before taking a long drink. I figured she would be thirsty after her little outburst in the mudroom.

I swallow back that knot that rises every time I think of mom or my family.

“Mama passed away a few months after I started college.  She hadn’t been right since Papa’s death.  I think she hung in there for me, but once I was out on my own, she let go. I wasn’t even there. She died alone. She didn’t answer the phone when I called. I called my aunt that lived across town from us. I waited and waited for her to call me back.  She called back a couple of hours later and told me mom was in bed sleeping with the angels.  She had a heart problem I didn’t know anything about, and that night she left me to join Papa and Enrico. The Dr said she went peacefully.”

“I am so sorry TJ. You have had such a rough life for such a young man.” She slides off the chair, pulls me up and wraps her arms around me.

I suddenly found myself in heaven. It smells like flowers, leather, and horses. Exactly how I would want it. She is only a few inches shorter than I am. We fit perfectly. I felt a warm tear on my shoulder. I lifted her face, brushing the tears with my thumbs. Her skin is silky smooth.

“Don’t cry for me, Annie. Mama always said ‘what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.’”

“You must be Ironman or the Hulk already.” She whispered. Her breath whispered across my lips. My mouth began to water. I must channel this superhuman strength she thinks I have. Parts of me certainly felt like iron. I shift my hips back a little. I don’t want her to get freaked out over my reaction to her,  Yet I don’t want to break the hold she has on me. I could stand here in her arms forever.  I run my hand through her hair. My body thrums with need. Now is not the time. One last stroke of her cheek and feel of her hair and I channel that inner strength and gently move away.

“Would you more tea?” I grab both glasses, turning my back to her. Then it hits me. The reason I sat up waiting for her.

“Wait what are you doing back so soon? I thought you had a date with Caleb?”

That’s one way to break a mood. But I wanted to know why she was back so early and madder than a hornet.

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So what do you think of TJ? Is he totally swoon worthy? Do you like Older women younger men romance?

Writerly Wednesday~Watch out for the Roadblocks! #amwriting

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We all have them. Whether we are writers or not, life can always throw us roadblocks. Sometimes it’s family, sometimes health or creativity. Sometimes a combination. I have a habit of starting things and not finishing. Having chronic illness makes writing more of a challenge than it already is. I have seizures and a memory disorder. My short-term memory doesn’t work very well. I get an idea and minutes later it could be gone. I could be writing full-force, have to get up and do something then Bam! It’s gone. I get frustrated easily. Luckily I have friends that keep me going. And NaNo really helps. I think the only stories I have even close to finished are NaNo stories. The trouble with those is a that they are written quickly to get a certain number of words in a month, quantity not quality. I loved 2015’s story Baseball Bats and Cowboy Hats and decided I wanted to publish it. Now it’s time for the rewrites, beta reads and editing as we discussed last week in It’s Drafty in Here.

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My head keeps going in a million directions. Is my plan going to make the story good enough to publish? Will anyone even want to read it? So I slam on my brakes. I am three-fourths of the way through the read through. I have an accountability partner that keeps pushing me and telling me to calm down. I use every excuse  I can to get out of work. I am determined though to get out at least one book this year.

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I understand every step is still a learning process. I am learning a lot not only about writing but about my style and voice. I think if we ever quit learning we will get stagnant. Same with everyday life. No matter how old we are we still learn new things. Life is ever-changing. We learn as children, we learn as adults, we learn to raise children, then as middle age adults the children are gown and we have grandchildren and things are different from when the kids were little. Sometimes life takes a turn and we have to learn new job skills. Writing is a job and it does take some skill.  Also patience and not being afraid to learn. Friday I didn’t get a lot done and am two days behind. I used that as an excuse to quit. Darn roadblock. But my accountability partner told me to get my blogs and stuff done this weekend she expects me back on that edit on Monday. I don’t like much, then onto fixing this timeline and the notes I made. I have so many ideas. That is never what cause me the roadblocks, it is the fear of letting go, learning and moving on. Maybe if I get this one out the next will be easier. Then I can get back to writing.

Do you ever face a road block? How do you get past it?

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