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Book Tour & Giveaway with Excerpts & Guest Post! A Choice of Secrets (Dark Glass #4) Barb Hendee!

 

 

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Hello READERS! Thanks for joining me today! I would like to welcome Barb Hendee as she shares the news of her newest book – A Choice of Secrets – which is the fourth book in her historical fantasy Dark Glass series! She’s going to share an excerpt from each of the four books and she’s going to tell us about her writing process! Don’t forget to enter the Giveaway!

 


ABOUT THE BOOKS

 

 

A Choice of Secrets
A Dark Glass Novel Book 4
by Barb Hendee
Genre: Historical Fantasy


Ever since raiders from the north began attacking villages, Lady Nicole Montagna has known that defending her people would come at a cost. The betrothal of her sister Chloe to a neighboring lord seems the perfect solution, forging a powerful alliance. But shortly before the wedding, Nicole is shocked to discover that her sister is with child—and not by her husband-to-be. Now she must make a choice.

She has just hours to decide . . .

 

~Should she tell her soldier brother—who will take swift, ruthless action to ensure the family’s safety?

 

~Should she hold her tongue, let her sister deceive her husband into believing the child is his—and then hope Chloe can get away with the lie?

 

~Should she tell her family, hoping they will know the right thing to do?

With the help of a magic mirror, Nicole lives out each path, fighting to protect herself and those she loves with the weapons she has: wits, herbs, and fortitude.

But no matter her cleverness, neither she nor her family can escape unscathed—for there are repercussions she could never have foreseen, involving her own heart . . .

 

 

A CHOICE OF SECRETS

 

New York Times bestselling author Barb Hendee spins a tale of intrigue, integrity, and the bonds of love and loyalty as one young woman finds her place in a turbulent world . . .


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A Girl of White Winter
A Dark Glass Novel Book #3

 

 

Kara, as a ward with no parentage and no future, has been raised knowing nothing outside her lady’s chambers. Until Royce Capello, a visiting nobleman, is struck by her ice-pale looks, and demands her as payment for the land the family needs.


With barely time to protest, Kara is sold and packed off for a life as a concubine—until a raiding party descends on Royce’s company and she’s kidnapped for the second time in as many days.


Whatever happens, Kara will be alone in the world, inexperienced and fearing even the vast unfamiliar sky. But one raider gives her a choice—and a magic mirror appears to show her where each path will lead…


She can leave with her protector Raven and journey with his performing troupe, competing for his mercurial affections.


She can flee the raiders’ settlement, and return to Royce’s manor, chattel among devious nobility.


Or she can stay in the settlement, bound to firm, silent Caine, who is as gentle as he is staid and inscrutable.


Her fates twist and turn to affect far more than she could have guessed, tangling the bitter with the sweet—and Kara must choose which consequences she can live with…


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A Choice of Crowns
A Dark Glass Novel Book #2

 

 


Olivia Geroux knew her king was reluctant to marry her, whatever the negotiations had arranged. But she never expected to find handsome, arrogant King Rowan obsessed with his stepsister instead. And before she can determine what course to take, she overhears her greatest ally plotting to murder the princess.


Olivia must act quickly—and live with whatever chaos results. As the assassin hunts his prey, a magic mirror appears to show Olivia the three paths that open before her . . .


If she hesitates only a moment, the princess will die—and she will become queen.
If she calls for help, she will gain great power—but she must also thrust away her own happiness.


If she runs to stop the murder herself, she will know love and contentment—but her whole country will suffer.


As she lives out each path, her wits and courage will be tested as she fights to protect her people, her friends, and her heart. And deciding which to follow will be far from easy . . .

 

 

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Through a Dark Glass
A Dark Glass Novel Book 1

 

 


On her seventeenth birthday, Megan of Chaumont discovers she’ll be sold as a bride to the brutish Volodane family—within hours. Her father grants only that she may choose which one of the ruthless, grasping lord's three sons she weds:


Rolf, the eldest: stern, ambitious, and loyal?


Sebastian, the second son: sympathetic, sly, and rebellious?


Or Kai, the youngest: bitter, brooding, and proud?


As shy, horrified Megan flees the welcome dinner for her in-laws-to-be, she finds an enchanted mirror that will display how her life unrolls with each man, as if she were living it out in a breath. But there is no smooth “happily ever after” in her choices.


Deaths and honors, joys and agonies, intrigues and escapes await her in a remote, ramshackle keep, where these rough but complex men reveal one side and then another of their jagged characters—and bring forth new aspects of Megan, too.

But the decisions of one teenaged marriage-pawn reverberate much farther than any of them have guessed . . .


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~A Choice of Secrets~

 

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~A Girl of White Winter~

 

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~A Choice of Crowns~

 

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~Through a Dark Glass~


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Chapter 1

 

At the age of seventeen, I had no real understanding of the danger of secrets…of keeping them, of sharing them, of telling the wrong person for the right reasons.

But I was soon to learn the depths of my own ignorance.

 

One afternoon, in mid-summer, I was in the vast kitchen of my family home, with six other women, rolling dough for both peach and strawberry tarts. One of our housemaids, Jenny, stuck her head in the back door. “Lady Nicole,” she said to me. “Lord Erik and Lord Christophe have arrived. They’re in the hunting hall.”

 

This news made me smile. “Does Lady Chloe know? Or my mother and father?”

 

“Not yet. I’ll go and find them.”

 

“Thank you.”

 

Not bothering to even take off my apron or shake the flour from my hair, I hurried out the door and into the open-air center of what was known as White Deer Lodge.

All around me, ten large log buildings had been constructed in a circle. Small paths connected each building to the next. Two of the constructions functioned as our family’s residence. Others housed guests or servants or our guards. One was designated for storage. The largest construction was called the gathering hall for communal events. On the outside of this circle, a village thrived, with dwellings, shops, stables, and a smithy.

 

A stone wall surrounded the village, and heavy forests surrounded three sides of the wall, but not far beyond the west side, the ocean stretched down the coast of the nation of Samourè. This lodge was my home and my father, Gideon Montagna, was lord of these lands.

 

In that moment, though, I gave little thought to my home or my father, and instead, I continued in my quick pace to the smallest of the log buildings—known as the hunting hall. I’d never cared much for this hall, as it was decorated with spears, longbows, and the heads of animals. But nonetheless, once inside the front door, I looked toward the unlit great hearth with a flood of happiness rising inside me.

 

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Crouched in a corner, in the darkness, I sat with my arms wrapped around my knees, longing for someone to come and fearing someone would come. The night was cold, and even in my cloak, I’d begun to shiver when a familiar voice sounded out back.


“Put down the tray and unbolt the door. I’ll take it in myself.”


Raven.


Relief flooded through me. I didn’t know him any more than I knew Caine, but he had talked to me more, and last night, he’d made me a private bed up on the wagon.


The door opened, and moonlight filtered in. Raven stood there with an armload of firewood. I never saw who was with him because he turned his head and said, “Go home. I can manage from here.”


Striding in, he glanced at me once before walking to the hearth and arranging the logs. A flint appeared in his hand, and he used it to build a fire. I was even more grateful for the light than the heat.


Once the flames had taken, he went back to the door and returned with a wooden tray. A savory scent wafted upward as he knelt in front of me.


The tray contained a bowl, a spoon, and a tin cup.


“Vegetable stew with gravy,” he said. “Go ahead and eat. I know you’re hungry.”


I was famished, but Lady Giselle had always impressed the importance not showing any rush when eating. It was the height of poor manners.


“Thank you,” I whispered, reaching slowly and picking up the bowl, taking a small bite of potato. Then I took a sip of water from the cup.


He watched me.


“I’m sorry,” he said.


His unexpected apology made me brave. “What does Caine want with me?”


“I don’t know. I’ve asked him, but he won’t tell me. He’s speaking to our grandfather now.”


I’d heard the word “grandfather” from one or both of them before. “Is Caine your brother?”


Raven nodded. “So is Logan. He’s the eldest. I’m the youngest.”


Absorbing this news, I took another small bite and swallowed it. “Caine called me his property.”


“I know he did. I heard him.” He studied my face. “But you don’t need to worry. He won’t sell you, and he won’t hurt you. I promise.”


“Why did he bring me here?”


Raven hesitated. “I told you I don’t know…but Caine is a man who believes in fate and in prophecies.”


“And you don’t?”


“I believe in choices.” He stood up. “And I don’t like this. I don’t like you being locked in here, and I don’t like you losing control over your own decisions.”


His words washed over me. I’d never heard anyone talk like this before. I’d never thought about having choices.


He crouched again. “My people all used to be travelers. We traveled the kingdoms as we pleased, never settling anywhere, but that life grew hard for some of us, and my grandfather founded this place. The location makes it safe, and some of us, like Logan and Caine, prefer to grow food and live here year-round.” Tilting his head, he added, “But some of us don’t.”


“What do you mean?”


“I have a troupe who travels with me from village to town, putting on shows to earn money, living as we please. We come back here in autumn so I can help with some of the raiding parties. Then we leave for a few months and come here again for the hard part of winter.”


I wanted to ask more about the term “raiding parties” but had a feeling he was trying to convey something more important.


“My troupe leaves in the morning,” he said.


For some reason, this news brought a fresh wave of fear. He was the only one who really talked to me. And he was leaving in the morning? Standing up again, he walked to the door.


“But for now, I’m going to head back to the common house and see how Grandfather is faring with Caine.” He paused. “I’m not going to lock the door.”
Setting down the bowl, I stood as well. Firelight reflected off the side of his face.
“The way I see it,” he went on, “you have three options. While everyone is distracted, you could slip out of here tonight. No one guards the mouth of the chute. On foot, in the dark, you could press close to the near wall of the chute and make your way down with no one up above on watch seeing you.”


My breaths quickened in fear at the thought of trying to flee this place and make it back to de Marco lands, to my lady, on my own.


“Or,” he said. “You can stay here and take your chances and find out what Caine wants.”


“Or?” I whispered.


“Or…you could come on the road with me.” He amended quickly. “I mean with us, with my troupe. You’d belong to yourself, but you could travel with us.”


A wild rush of hope rose up. “Could you take me home, to the de Marco manor?”


“No. Only small raiding groups of men ever go north into those estate lands. I won’t risk any of my people. We’re heading east. If you want to go back, you’re on your own.”


Despair replaced hope. His refusal had been swift and final.
But another thought occurred. “I couldn’t go with you if I wished to. Caine would never allow it.”


“He would if I asked him. He owes me…or thinks he does. I’ve never asked him for anything, but I’d ask him for this, and he wouldn’t refuse.”


I was moved that Raven would use up a favor to help me, but I also feared the prospect of joining a troupe of strangers traveling east, farther from my home.


He watched me a few moments longer.


“Choices are all that matter in this life,” he said. “And we have to be free to make our own. You think on this, and I’ll be back before dawn. If you’re gone, I’ll know you chose to run. If you’re here, you can tell me what you’ve decided.” He walked out. “I won’t lock the door.”


But he closed it.


I was alone again.

 

 

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I’ve heard it said the most important moments in one’s life pass more swiftly than others. Perhaps it’s true.


I only know that all my senses were on alert as soon as my father sent for me, asking me to come to his private rooms. Eighteen years old, I’d never once been invited to his rooms. In the past several weeks, he’d been closeted away much of the time, sending and receiving messages, but I had no idea what this was about—as he didn’t see fit to share such intelligence with me.


Now…he wanted to see me, in his rooms?


I could hardly refuse, nor in fact did I want to. I was curious.


Gathering my long green skirt, I nodded curtly to the servant who’d delivered the message and made my way to the base of the east tower of our family keep. I knew exactly where his rooms were located, even if I’d never been inside.


Upon arriving, I stood with my back straight and knocked on the door.


“Father? You sent for me.”


“Come,” he said from the other side.


With my hand shaking only slightly, I opened the door. Inside, I found a somewhat austere main room that appeared to be a study, with a large desk and chair. There were tapestries of forest scenes on the walls, and an interior door led to a bedroom.


My father, Hugh Géroux, sat behind his desk working on what appeared to be a letter, but he stood as I entered. In his early fifties, he still cut a striking figure, with a smooth-shaven face, dark hair with a sprinkling of gray, and dark eyes.


“Olivia,” he said, as if meeting me for the first time.


We didn’t know each other well, as I was the fifth and youngest of his children. I had two older brothers and two older sisters, and my father had used all four of them carefully to enhance his own wealth and prestige. My mother died of a fever when I was only seven, so my father raised us alone in a manner that was both distant and overbearing at the same time.


My family, the line of Géroux, was among the old nobility of the kingdom. While past famines and civil wars had destroyed several of the ancient families, ours survived. We were survivors. My father respected strength and nothing else.


His eyes moved dispassionately from my feet to my face, as if assessing me. I knew only too well what he saw. I was tall for a woman. He was tall, and I could almost look him directly in the eyes. Unfortunately, the current fashion for women was petite and fragile. My hair was long and thick, but it was a shade of burnished red, and again, red hair was not currently in fashion.


Still, I’d been raised to remain sharply aware of everything going on around me, and it was no secret that most men found me desirable. My face had often been called pretty, with clear skin and slanted eyes of green. I looked best in green velvet.


Though I was not vain, I had also been raised to understand that survival was based on value, and at some point, I’d be given a chance to prove myself valuable.

Had that chance finally come?


“You’ll need to pack tonight,” he said. “You leave for Partheney in the morning.”


In spite of my careful awareness of self-control, I nearly gasped. “Partheney?”


This was the king’s city. My family’s lands were in the southeast corner of the kingdom. Partheney was in the northwest, near the coast of the sea. I had never been there.


“You’re to marry King Rowan,” my father said flatly. “His mother, the dowager queen, and I have arranged it.”


I stood still as his words began to sink in, but I still couldn’t quite follow what he was trying to convey. “King Rowan…the dowager queen…is this why you’ve been receiving so many messages?”


His eyes flashed, and I dropped my gaze, cursing myself. Father did not brook questions from his children. He expected only two things from us: strength and obedience. But the slight shaking in my hands grew to a tremble. Had I heard him correctly? I was to marry the king?


Stepping around the desk, he approached me. “Do you know anything of the rumors surrounding King Rowan?”


Unfortunately, I did, hence the reason my hands trembled. Even here, in the isolated southeast, rumors still reached us. In his late twenties, Rowan de Blaise was a young king and had held the throne for only two years. But over those two years, four betrothals with foreign princesses had been arranged via proxy.

 

Envoys had been sent to Partheney to finalize negotiations. In all four cases, when the envoys arrived, Rowan refused to even see them. He’d sent them away.


“I know some of the stories,” I answered my father. “I know betrothals have been arranged, and he’s sent the envoys packing.”


“Yes.” My father nodded. “His mother, the dowager, was the one who arranged the betrothals. She is anxious to see him married and founding a line of heirs.”


“Why will he not marry?”


My father waved one hand in the air. “That is of no matter. What matters is, the dowager has decided to stop seeking a foreign princess and marry him into one of our own noble families. She’s wise and has chosen the line of Géroux. We’ll be linked to royalty, and I’ll be the grandfather of kings.”


The truth of all this hit me, and my hands ceased trembling. I would be queen.


Clearly there were obstacles, but I allowed my initial worries to vanish and let my mind flow. Father expected complete success from himself and would expect nothing less of me. This thought made me brave. “If Rowan has refused to even see the envoys,” I began, “what makes you and the dowager think he will agree to entertain negotiations this time?”


My question was bold, but instead of growing angry, Father only looked at me as if I were simple—which I was not.


“Because as I said, you will leave in the morning,” he answered. “I’m not sending envoys. I have no faith in envoys. I’m sending you. You’ll go to the castle, meet the king, and handle negotiations yourself. You are a daughter of the Géroux. He cannot turn you away.”


“You’ll not come with me?”


“No. That was my first instinct, but the dowager believes it best if the king is given no choice in facing you directly. It will force him to be…polite.” His expression darkened. “And you will not fail to secure him. Do you understand? You will not fail.”


I met his eyes without flinching.


“I understand.”

 


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I looked nothing like myself. Miriam had arranged my hair even more elaborately and used a small round iron on the curls around my face. Then she’d put touches of black kohl at the corners of my eyes. I wore an amber silk gown with a low, square-cut neckline that showed the tops of my breasts. I don’t know where she’d found the gown. It wasn’t mine, and it was much too small to have fit Helena. I supposed my mother must have had it made at some point while anticipating its need.


However, at the sight of me, my father beamed. I couldn’t meet his eyes. Seating at dinner was equally awkward with my father at the head of the table, my mother and I seated on one side, and all four of the Volodanes seated on the other—so I had no choice but to look at one of them when I raised my eyes from my plate of roasted pheasant.


None of them had changed for dinner, and with the exception of Sebastian, they all wore armor and swords. Jarrod hadn’t bothered to shave his face and sported a dark stubble. I could almost feel my mother’s discomfort, but she smiled and made attempts at polite conversation.


Only Sebastian responded to her questions about weather and wild flowers in the northern provinces. Rolf spoke only to his father or mine. Occasionally, he glanced at me as if I already belonged to him. I wasn’t listening to any of them. My heart pounded too loudly in my ears. But then I did hear Rolf say something about heading back north as soon as he and I were married.


A long pause followed, and for the first time, I paid attention.


“It is not settled yet that she will marry you,” my father finally responded. “Per our agreement, Megan will choose for herself.”


Rolf’s face clouded. “I never agreed to that. I am the eldest. She will join with me.”
Jarrod turned in his chair. “You’ll do as I tell you! Nothing less and nothing more!”


Mother, Father, and I all flinched at his tone and his unthinkable manner at the table. Rolf’s face went red, and Sebastian leaned back his chair, smiling.

Something about him was beginning to strike me as sly. He clearly enjoyed his older brother’s chastisement and discomfort.


“Now, now,” he said, dryly. “We mustn’t seem uncouth.”


Kai ignored all this. He ignored everything but his surroundings. His eyes were light brown like mine, and they moved from the opulent tapestries on our walls to the peach roses in silver vases on the table to the porcelain plates and pewter goblets.


Then for the first time, he looked directly at me.


“I fear you’ll find the furnishings at Volodane Hall somewhat lacking,” he said.


His voice dripped with resentment, and I knew I’d not been wrong in my first assessment. He was angry.


His tone was not lost on my mother, who answered him with a strained smile. “Of course, we’ll be sending some household things with her, and Megan will give your hall a woman’s touch.”


These words made me wonder what had happened to Kai’s mother. I’d never asked and no one had mentioned this, but it seemed I would be the lady of their house. The very thought ensured I would not manage to eat another bite of dinner.


Kai studied my mother evenly and breathed out through his teeth. “Our hall won’t be good enough for her. Nothing of us or ours will be good enough.”


Then I realized the source of his anger. He resented the need for this bargain as much as we did. He knew that we—and most of the noble houses—looked down upon the Volodanes, and the last thing he probably wanted was a permanent reminder in his home of their lowly state in comparison to ours.


“Quit!” Jarrod ordered him, pounding one hand on the table. In obedience, Kai stopped talking and withdrew back inside himself, ignoring everyone again.
Sebastian looked at me and raised one eyebrow in amusement. I glanced away.
Somehow—and I never quite knew how—we made it through the rest of dinner.
By the time my mother rose, signifying the meal was over, my heart pounded in my ears again. I felt the edge of my self-control slipping away and knew that I had to gain a few moments to myself or I might possibly do or say something I’d later regret.


“Please make my excuses,” I said quietly to Mother. “I will return quickly.” She frowned briefly, but then her face smoothed in annoyed understanding, and I realized she most likely thought I needed to relieve myself. I didn’t care what she thought.


Turning, I fled the dining hall as fast as I could without running. Upon reaching the passage that led toward the kitchens, I couldn’t stop myself and broke into a run, racing in my heavy silk skirts until I reached an open archway in one side of the passage, just a few doors from the entrance to our kitchens.


There, I took refuge in an old, familiar hiding place.


As a child, I’d come to this storage room whenever I didn’t wish to be found. It was filled with crates, casks, and places to hide. No one ever entered except servants from the kitchens, and none of them ever noticed me secreted away behind a stack of crates.


I hadn’t come here in years, but now, I breathed in relief at the respite of solitude and the illusion of safety.


Slowly, I sank to my knees.


As we were expecting a delivery of goods any day now, the storage room was nearly half-empty. I didn’t even attempt to hide behind crates or casks, as I knew I’d have to return to the hall long before anyone came looking me. A dismal prospect.


What was I going to do? I couldn’t face the thought of my life married to any of those men. Until this afternoon, I’d never faced the prospect of marriage at all . . .

but to one of them? I was not a weeper. My parents had never allowed such an indulgence, and I honestly wasn’t aware I knew how to cry, but tears came to my eyes and one dripped down my cheek. The water in my eyes made the following moment even more uncertain than it might have been.


The air in the storage room appeared to waver. Alarmed, I wiped away my tears, but the motion of the wavering air grew more rapid, and then...something solid began taking shape.


Jumping up to my feet, I gasped.


There, near the far wall across the storage room, a great three-paneled mirror now stood where there had been only empty air an instant before. The thick frames around each panel were of solid pewter, engraved in the image of climbing ivy vines. The glass of the panels was smooth and perfect, and yet I didn’t see myself looking back.


Instead, I found myself staring into the eyes of a lovely dark-haired woman in a black dress. Her face was pale and narrow, and she bore no expression at all. But there she was, inside the right panel gazing out me. Was I going mad? Had my parents driven me mad?


“There is nothing to fear,” the woman said in a hollow voice.


I doubted that statement. I feared for my sanity, but as yet, I’d not found my voice to answer her.


“You are at a crossroad,” she continued, “with three paths.” As she raised her arms, material from her long black sleeves hung down. “I am bidden to give you a gift.”


Here, sadness leaked into her voice, especially at the word “bidden,” and my mind began to race. Was this truly happening?


“You will live out three outcomes . . . to three different choices,” she said. “Lives with men . . . connected by blood. Then you will have the knowledge to know . . . to choose.”


I shook my head. “Wait! What are you saying?”


Lowering both hands to her sides, she said, “The first choice.”


Before I could speak again, the storage room vanished. Wild fear coursed through me as the world went black for the span of a breath, and then suddenly I found myself back in my family’s dining hall, only everything was different.


Chairs had been set up in rows, and guests were seated in them. I wore a gown of pale ivory and held my father’s arm as he walked me past the guests toward the far end of the hall. Flowers in tall vases graced that same end, and a local magistrate stood there with a book in his hands.


Beside the magistrate stood Rolf, wearing his armor and his sword.
Turning, he looked at me in grim determination.
He was waiting.

 

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What’s Your Writing Process?

 

Normally, I avoid doing any type of “writerly” blog posts because for most people, they’re a good substitute for sleeping pills.

 

But . . . chatting about the human writing process is a little different. Nearly all of us write, whether it’s fiction, poetry, essays, letters, reports for work, etc. And everyone has a different process.

 

When I chose my major in college, people were shocked when I did not wish to go into teaching creative writing. Seriously. I’ve never taught a creative writing course. I did my master’s degree in composition theory, and I teach essay writing.

The reason behind this is that I don’t have the first clue how to teach someone else to write fiction. It’s something that I “do,” but I don’t really understand it. I have a firm grasp of how to teach someone how to write an essay. I also spent years studying what goes on inside our minds as we attempt to write.

 

When you hear the phrase “writing process,” it can mean several different things. For one, we all have a personal writing process—meaning in reference to the way our brains and habits function. There are perfect drafters, binge writers, over-planners . . . procrastinators, etc. The list goes on.

 

I’m a firm believer that deadlines play into this process.

 

For example, my husband and writing partner, J.C. suffers from being a perfect drafter. He'll write a sentence and then stare at it. Something isn't quite right with that sentence. He'll change a few words--or maybe the order of the words--and then stare at the sentence again. Sometimes thirty minutes will go by, and he hasn't moved on to the next sentence. This is a stressful way to write, and these folks tend to start projects early if they are to meet a deadline.

 

Then there are procrastinators. These writers let the ideas churn and swirl inside their heads. They have been given two to three weeks to write a six-page project, and the ideas are still swirling twenty-four hours before the project is due, but not a word has been written. Ten hours before the project is due, they start drinking coffee like it's going out of style, and then they sit down and start hammering out words. They do get the project done, but they are often unhappy with it because it really needs to "cool" for a few days before quality revision can take place. But it's due and needs to be submitted.

 

Then, there are the over-planners. These writers love to do research and outlining. They will come up with a grand idea that excites them, and they will begin research. They also have two to three weeks for a project, but they spend most of that time doing research, taking notes, and outlining. They are having a fabulous time until they realize the project is due, and they haven't actually started writing yet.


I'm a "binge writer." I have a friend, another fiction writer named James Van Pelt, who is the complete opposite of me. He’s capable of getting up every day and writing three pages of a novel or story and then saving his work, closing the file, and going to work (he's also a teacher).

 

I am sooooooo jealous of him. I can't do that. With fiction, I have to become completely immersed (meaning “lost”) in a project. As a result, I only write fiction on breaks between college terms. But within a few days of starting a novel, I do nothing besides write from dawn to dark. This is a little hard J.C. because I'm also the cook in our house, and during those writing binges, we eat a lot of cereal, tuna sandwiches, and pizza.

 

But a few days into starting a novel, I'm getting up at 4:30 in the morning, making coffee, and pounding on keys. A Girl of White Winter is just over 80,000 words, and I wrote it in three and a half weeks. What’s more, I don’t remember writing it. I read it afterward, and I was very caught up in the story. It’s heart wrenching. Hah! But I don’t remember writing it.

 

This is not unusual. I’ve woken up to emails from students that read, “Barb, I finished the first draft of my essay last night at midnight. It’s on why Orca whales should not be kept in captivity. I got caught up in the topic, and I don’t remember writing it. But I just read it, and I think it’s pretty good. I’ve attached it here. Will you read it for me early and tell me what you think?”

 

I’m always glad to read projects early and give feedback, and I really understand what a student means when he or she says, “I don’t remember writing this.”

But the processes I list above are just several examples. What is your typical process? Think about this. Do you like your process? Or would you prefer to change it?
 


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Barb Hendee is the New York Times bestselling author of The Mist-Torn Witches series. She is the co-author (with husband J.C.) of the Noble Dead Saga. She holds a master’s degree in composition/rhetoric from the University of Idaho and currently teaches writing for Umpqua Community College. She and J.C. live in a quirky two-level townhouse just south of Portland, Oregon.

 

 

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Book Tour & Giveaway with Excerpt & Review! No Cowboys No Angles (Mystery Angel Romance #1) Petie McCarty!

 

 

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Hello READERS! Today we have Petie McCarty joining us to tell us all about her the first book in her new romantic suspense series – No Cowboys No Angels! Don’t forget to enter the giveaway!

 

 

ABOUT THE BOOK

 


No Cowboys No Angels
The Mystery Angel Romances Book 1
by Petie McCarty
Genre: Romantic Suspense


Kellen Brand's inheritance turns out to be a whopper—one dilapidated farm in West Virginia and one guardian angel!

 

Since Kellen is convinced no sane woman would choose to live in Riverside, she vows to sell her farm and quick. Her handsome neighbor Luke Kenyon must block the farm sale or risk exposure of his family's secrets. While Kellen has located one potential buyer, she faces a town full of objectors. Someone is trying to frighten her off, and Luke is forced to step in and rescue her more than once.

 

Unfortunately, Kellen can't seem to stay out of trouble. She stumbles onto a clandestine hazardous-waste-dumping operation next to her farm, and she prays Luke has one more rescue up his sleeve. It's her only hope of staying alive.

Unless her mother really did leave her a guardian angel …


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This mystery romance keeps readers in suspense regarding the romance and the mysterious angels all the way through the steady to fast paced plot. The characters are strong, compelling and easily draw readers into their story which is a pretty rocky romance as this relationship starts off on the wrong foot. The heroine and hero both have some communication issues and the heroine is a bit hard to relate to in some circumstances because she has such contradicting traits. On one hand some of her issues are easily understood and her motivations make sense but then in regards to others they aren’t really clear but the she keep readers interested in what’s happening. The sparks flying between Luke and Kellan keeps the relationship on the edge as readers can never guess whether those sparks are going to lead to another clash of wills or a steamy kiss.

 

The suspense of the relationship also builds due to another suitor for Kellan, one she has a past with and is still close to. The danger and excitement of the story comes from some unscrupulous characters that won’t hesitate to do violence and a mean spirited sheriff. Readers are kept guessing whether there really is a guardian angel and just who he or she is. While some of the events that happen during the excitement and danger of the story is a little on the predictable side, the story is most entertaining and during all the revelations made toward the end of the story readers will want to read the next intriguing mystery in the series.

 

 

 

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No Cowboys No Angels is the 1st book in the Mystery Angel Romance series.


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2 No Angels for Christmas (April 2019)
3 The Angel and the SEAL (June 2019)


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The frigid water closed in over Kellen, and she lashed out with both arms to force her head above the surface for a desperate breath. Her hiking boots would sign her death warrant. They already felt like concrete blocks. She had only minutes, maybe seconds, to keep herself afloat. She thrashed again, and this time her face barely cleared the water’s surface. She was ready and screamed with all her might.


Icy water filled her eyes, and her arms stroked har to keep her mouth above the water long enough to grab a precious lungful of air. She scissored her legs to help her dwindling buoyancy, but the physical act was so difficult with the boots on, her muscles screamed with the effort.


How many more times can I get a breath? Two, maybe three?


Her arm muscles strained in revolt as she scissored her legs again. She plummeted farther after each thrust, and her best effort barely pushed her mouth and nose above the surface. She didn’t scream again. There was no one around to hear, and she couldn’t spare the strength. Less than a minute had passed since she’d hit the freezing water.


Downward she stroked her arms hard, but the heavy flannel shirt dragged against the motion. She opened her eyes to see the surface, and at the peak of her thrust, her lips were still underwater. She tried to scissor her legs, but she had nothing left. She feared she would sink and flailed both arms upward. Death hovered at her shoulder, near as the blackest of shadows beneath the dock, tangible enough that she could reach out and touch the darkness. Another stroke downward, and she jerked her head back, ready to grab a breath. She could see a blurred shadow moving overhead. Hope buoyed her efforts to escape from the frigid arms of the river drawing her down, and she forced her way to the surface.


A huge hand plunged into the icy water and grabbed her right arm. Kellen felt her body straining toward the surface. The second her mouth was exposed to the air, she gasped for a breath. A cough wracked her frame and threatened the tenuous hold of the mighty hand on her arm. She sunk back down, her eyes filled with water, and her vision blurred. She knew she weighed a ton—with the soaked clothing and boots—and panicked thinking the hand couldn’t hold on. Yet she was dragged higher until another hand grabbed the back of her shirt, and her body careened up and sideways onto the deck. The mighty hands released her, and she clutched at the wooden planks to be sure she was far enough from the precipice to the icy water. She heaved two successive gasps, and a hard sob wracked her frame.


Two strong arms tugged her upright. She blinked rapidly to clear her blurred vision and saw Luke’s face, his dark eyes wide. Nothing had ever looked so good to her in all her life. With another hard sob, she threw herself into his arms and broke into tears. The brush with death shattered all her resolve and kindled emotions buried in the deepest recesses of her heart.


He yanked her roughly to him and clutched her tight to his chest, mumbling soothing words into her ear. His warmth seeped into her, and she clung to him like her lifeline, digging her fingers into his back, unwilling to let go and unable to stop crying.


“I almost d-drowned,” she stuttered, her face buried against his warm and now soaked chest.


“Good Lord, I know,” he rumbled and crushed her even tighter against him.


“If you had been a minute later,” she wheezed and tried to look up at him.


“Don’t even think that!”
She flinched and leaned back. His gaze looked hard and unyielding.


“Just be glad I got here in time,” he whispered harshly, and his eyes went black as onyx. He cupped her cheeks, lowered his mouth, and gently brushed his lips against hers.


The sizzle of heat shot straight to her heart and warmed her from the inside out. All she could manage was a nod. His kiss twisted all her wild emotions into a spinning vortex, allowing her only to react without thought, and she leaned in to kiss him again.

 

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Petie spent a large part of her career working at Walt Disney World -- "The Most Magical Place on Earth" -- where she enjoyed working in the land of fairy tales by day and creating her own romantic fairy tales by night, including her new series, The Cinderella Romances. She eventually said good-bye to her "day" job to write her stories full-time. These days Petie spends her time writing sequels to her regency time travel series, Lords in Time, and her cozy-mystery-with-a-dash-of-romantic-suspense series, the Mystery Angel Romances.

 

Petie shares her home on the Cumberland Plateau in Tennessee with her horticulturist husband, a spoiled-rotten English Springer spaniel addicted to pimento-stuffed green olives, and a noisy Nanday conure named Sassy who made a cameo appearance in Angel to the Rescue.

 

 

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Book Tour & Giveaway with Excerpt! Dressing Mr. Dalton by Charlotte Byrd!

 

 

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Hello READERS! Join me today as I welcome Charlotte Byrd back for another visit! Today she is going to share the news of her newest contemporary romance, Dressing Mr. Dalton! Don’t forget to enter the Giveaway!

 

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Dressing Mr. Dalton
by Charlotte Byrd
Genre: Contemporary Romance


“Women who color their own hair do not go out with movie stars!”

 

So, what am I doing going on a date with him?

 

I’m a wardrobe stylist with a resume full of fake job experience (when my resume was accurate no one wanted to hire me). I drive a crappy car and I have $37.58 in my bank account.

 

He is People’s Sexiest Man Alive who lives in a beach house (read: mansion) in Malibu.


We are all wrong for each other for a number of reasons. The main one being: I hate everything about him.

 

Finn Dalton is arrogant, cocky, and self-involved.

 

He thinks he’s God’s gift to women and the fact that he has bedded almost every available (and unavailable) woman in Hollywood supports that theory.

 

I hate him…so what am I doing here? Why do I keep saying yes?

 

Yes, to a date. Yes, to a kiss. Yes, to this.

 

And what happens when the one person who is all wrong is the only one who’s right?

 

**This is a standalone contemporary romance.


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“Oh, that’s right.” I take a deep breath. “I was just wondering…why you ask me here?”

 

Finn puts the water down and takes a few steps closer to me.

 

For some unknown reason, I take a step back.
“What are you doing?” I ask.


He doesn’t say a word.

Instead, he takes another step closer to me.

Now, my back is all the way against the door of the pantry.

He’s standing as close to me as we stood when we were dancing.

I can feel him breathing with my body.

 

“I like you, Chloe,” he says very slowly and deliberately.

 

I bite my lower lip.

 

He takes his hand and runs his fingers along my neck.

 

I close my eyes.

 

I feel his finger along my lower lip.

 

As if it were possible, he pushes himself even closer to me.

 

When I open my eyes, I see him closing his.

 

His eyelashes are long and delicate, and his face is completely relaxed.

 

Ever so lightly, his lips touch mine.

 

Almost without my consent, my mouth starts to move along with his. His lips are soft and powerful, pushing against mine. At first, he’s gentle.


He takes his time.

 

His tongue slowly makes its way and finds mine, but then our dance gains strength.

 

He buries his hands in my hair, cradling my head, maneuvering as he sees fit.

 

It’s as if he takes full possession of me, and I let him.

 

I want him to.

 

It feels good not to be in control for once.

 

For a few moments, the rest of the world ceases to exist.

 

There’s only Finn and me, and as long as our lips remain locked, nothing else matters.

 

But then he pulls away.

 

He looks into my eyes, and I remember that there’s a whole other world out there.

Perhaps, what we have is fleeting and delicate and can disappear at any moment.

 

“I’ve wanted to do that for a long time,” Finn says.

 

“Really?”

 

“Yes. Ever since I first saw you.”

 

I smile. “I doubt that.”

 

“Oh, yeah?”

 

“The first time you saw me, I spilled orange juice all over you and you freaked out. Remember?”


His face flushes.

 

Wait, what is that?

 

“Are you blushing?” I ask. “I was just joking.”


“That was not my finest moment. I’m sorry.”

 

I shrug. “It’s okay. I shouldn’t have brought it up.”

 

For a moment, both of us seem at a loss as to what to do next.

 

This isn’t like in a movie.

 

People in movies start kissing, then fall into bed together.

 

But to get to bed, you have to walk through 3,000 square feet of house, and the transition is a little bit less fluid.

 

I look up at him.

 

His eyes are twinkling again, and he’s smiling his crooked smile at me.

 

“You’re a good kisser,” I say.

 

“So are you.”

 

I nod.

 

He leans closer to me again.

He was never more than a step away, but now we’re breathing the same air again.


This time, I make the move.

 

I want to shut the whole world out again.

 

I reach up to him and run my fingers over his smooth lips.

 

His breathing speeds up, catching me off guard.

 

I thought he’d be such a natural at this (getting girls into bed), but he looks nervous. Is that really him or is it just my imagination?

 

I run my fingers over his lips from one side to another.

 

I pull his lower lip down, feeling the soft, moist flesh on the inside.

 

I look up at him.

 

His eyes meet mine and we each dare each other to look away first.

 

I find a new source of courage, coming like a secret spring from somewhere deep inside of me.

 

Unlike our first kiss, the passion of this moment is like a smoldering coal, glowing in the aftermath of a fire.

 

Hot, but quiet.

 

I run my fingers over the outline of his face.

 

I push back the loose strands of hair that keep falling into his eyes.


His hair is soft and welcoming to my touch.

 

I linger around his ear and slowly make my way to his earlobe.

 

Then it hits me.

 

Touch is an amazing sense.

 

The sensation is completely different, depending on how hard I touch. Pressing too hard makes me feel the underlying strength of the thing that I’m pressing against, but touching something slowly and deliberately, produces a whole new sensation.

 

The kind that sends goose bumps up my arms.

 

I must’ve known this all along, but this is the first time I’m consciously experiencing it.

 

I run my fingers along his neck.

 

I’m sure that he shaved not long ago, but a few stubborn hairs are already making a resurgence.

 

“You feel nice,” I say.

 

He opens his eyes and meets mine.

 

“I can’t stand your teasing anymore,” he says and presses his lips onto mine again.

 

I’m swept away by his passion.

 

I kiss him back, burying my hands in his hair.

 

I feel his fingers running up and down my back.

 

He squeezes my shoulders over and over again.

 

He pushes me against the pantry door again, and it makes a noise as our bodies slam into it over and over.

 

My knees start to buckle.

 

I feel myself going limp and slowly slide down to the floor.

 

He follows me.

 

Suddenly, we’re both on our knees.

 

A moment later, I’m lying on the floor and he’s on top of me.


We’re moving as one.

 

We’re dancing to the same silent rhythm.

 

Then, something feels off.

 

I’m not sure where it comes from, but suddenly, I feel queasy. Perhaps, it’s from the surge of adrenaline that rushes through my body.

 

“Um, Finn,” I say, pushing him away from me.

 

He sits up.

 

“I feel sick,” I manage to say.

 

And then I throw up.

 

All over his tile floor.


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Charlotte Byrd is the bestselling author of many contemporary romance novels. She lives in Southern California with her husband, son, and a crazy toy Australian Shepherd. She loves books, hot weather and crystal blue waters.

 


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Book Blitz - Shopping For A Baby’s First Christmas

 

Shopping for a Baby’s First Christmas

By: Julia Kent

(Shopping, #15)

Publication date: December 6th 2018
Genres: Adult, Comedy, Contemporary, Romance

 

My mother wants all her kids and grandkids to spend Christmas Eve at her house and wake up on Christmas morning together.

 

Sounds reasonable, right?

And it would be.

If it weren’t my mother.

 

My husband, Declan, is protesting any involvement, though he’s openly intrigued by the idea of claiming his territory by suggesting we have sex in my childhood bed.

 

And by ‘suggest,’ I mean make a series of really hot offers that make me whimper when I have to say no.

 

Wait – why am I saying no again?

 

Mom has turned her house into a Christmas showcase that makes Frankenmuth look like the picked-over clearance rack at Target on December 26. You know those crazy people on Etsy who make felted gnomes out of belly button lint and use … a certain kind of hair… to make thatched roofs on little decorative elf homes?

 

Those people are saner than my mother.

 

There is no force of nature stronger — and more emotionally volatile — than a fifty-something grandmother determined to create holiday memories.

 

Wait a minute. Maybe there is.

 

My husband.

 

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“Mmmmm,” I hear myself purring as I open my eyes in the big king-size bed at our Victorian B&B here in the Berkshires. A bed that I can stretch out in, because I smell coffee from afar and Dec isn’t between the sheets.

 

Neither is our seven-month-old daughter, Ellie.

 

I have the entire bed to myself. I might be married to a billionaire, but when you’re the mother of a clingy baby, this right here is true luxury.

 

A whiff of cinnamon accompanies that coffee and now I wonder if I’m dreaming. My naked body rolls against the high-thread-count Egyptian cotton and my legs are smooth. As I stretch, I realize my nipples are free. No one is touching me.

 

This must be a dream.

 

In real life, there would be a baby babbling “Da da da da da” in tones that either mean happiness, terror, hunger, or plain old pay-attention-to-me-now-because-I-am-the-center-of-the-universe, you-underling.

 

But not now.

 

In real life, there are always busy fingers exploring my ears and pulling my earrings and poking into my my mouth when I try to talk on the phone.

 

And in real life, little teeth bite down, hard, when my milk runs out.

 

So I must be dreaming, because as I open my eyes, a handsome, hot, endlessly naked man is smiling at me, hair tousled over his forehead as he holds two steaming mugs of coffee and says in a low, happy voice, “You’re up!”

 

 

 

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Gillian has a bachelor’s degree in mining engineering but prefers to spend her time on happily ever after. She writes the kind of stories she loves to read—the hotter the better!

 

When Gillian’s not pounding away on the keyboard, she can be found surfing the couch indulging in her latest reality tv fixation, baking something ridiculously tasty (and horrible for her waist line) or snuggling with her husband.

 

Home is currently in the wilds of Nevada with her amazing husband, ridiculously cute kiddo, and goofy dog.

 

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Book Tour & Giveaway with Excerpt & Guest Post! Beyond Earth Series (Books 1 & 2) Talia Jager!

 

 

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Without Hesitation
Beyond Earth Book 1
by Talia Jager
Genre: NA LGBT SciFi Romance


Without Hesitation is set a thousand years in the future. Earth has become a wasteland. Humans traveled into space to colonize other suitable planets. Labels and stereotypes are a thing of the past and gender and sexual identity are as fluid as love as humans strive to survive. Here we meet Everleigh, the commander of her ship named Nirvana. She is under the control of an evil madman, Caspar, who keeps her family captive. He sends her to Valinor to abduct the Empress Akacia. When she arrives, she is taken back by Akacia’s beauty and when the Empress fights back, Everleigh realizes she has met her match.

 

**This book is an LGBTQ story with a female/female relationship.**


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Painted Skies
Beyond Earth Book 2

 


Akacia and Everleigh have been apart for almost an earthmonth. Both still reeling from recent events, they try to get their lives back on track. They soon find out an evil from their past has resurfaced and their lives and home planet Valinor are in danger. Side-by-side once again, they find themselves fighting for love, peace, and their homes.

 

**This is an LGBT story with a female/female relationship.**


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~Without Hesitation~

 

 

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Without Hesitation is in two POVs: Everleigh, Commander of the spacecraft Nirvana, and Akacia, Empress of the planet, Valinor.

 

 

1)
Everleigh’s POV:


My eyes searched the room and when my eyes land on her, my breath caught. She was even more beautiful in this setting. Her blonde hair was braided to the side. A small, delicate crown sat on her head. Those stunning blue eyes of hers were outlined in the same hue as the form-fitting, blue and silver outfit she wore. It seemed to be some sort of armor, but it was one that hugged her every dip, curve, and slope.


Stop thinking of her like that. She was a target. That’s it. That’s all.

 

 

2)
Akacia’s POV:


Without such much as a gasp she sat up with a wild look in her eyes and looked around the room frantically. I stayed in the chair watching as she looked around and then down at her wound. Finally, her golden eyes found mine.


“Empress.”


“I’m here,” I answered, going to her side. “It’s good you’re awake. Are you in any pain?”


Her eyes searched mine, like she was looking for an answer for a question that I didn’t ask. She shook her head. A slight grimace on her face was the only sign she was in pain. “You fixed me.”


“Your injuries weren’t that bad.”


“Thanks.”


“You can thank me by returning me to my planet,” was my firm response.
“I saved your life, too. Shouldn’t we be even?”


She was right, though I wasn’t giving in. I just needed some time to figure out how to get back home. “I am the Empress. My people depend on me.
Can I at least call and tell them I’m alive?”


“Fine, but you cannot tell them where you are.”


“And where am I?”


She held my eyes. “The Nirvana.”


I knew the name, Nirvana. It was a ship of criminals that were wanted by the Authority for a long list of crimes including stealing and murder. I swallowed hard. What in the universe did the Nirvana want with me? My heart pounded, and I took deep breaths to calm myself down. Don’t show fear. Get word to Valinor. Bristow can figure out where I am. “Your reputation precedes you.”


“Then you know just how lethal we are.” She shifted like she was uncomfortable. “Let’s get to the bridge.”


“You should rest.” I didn’t know why I was still concerned about her wellbeing, but I was.

 

 

3)
Akacia’s POV:


“Oh, bugger!” she muttered from her dressing room.


“What?”


“I’m stuck.” She giggled. “I’m going to find the sales lady to help.”


“No! I’ll help. Open your door.”


A few seconds passed before I heard the lock click. She opened the door and I walked in and locked it behind me.


“Zipper’s stuck.” She moved her hair so I could see.


I struggled with the zipper for a minute before working it loose. I pulled it down exposing the intricate tattoos down her back. “Wow…”


Pink flamed her cheeks. “Phases of our moon, Oro.”


I trailed my fingers down her back and she shuddered. It took everything in me not to lean in and kiss her. Our eyes met in the mirror. Her blue eyes were wide with curiosity and bright with anticipation. She tilted her head to the side just enough to expose the long line of her neck and that made my heart speed out of control. I closed the small space between us and let my lips touch her skin. Her breath hitched. She was so warm, so soft, and so perfect.


My lips trailed soft kisses up to her ear, she trembled and let out a low moan. I circled her waist with one arm to steady her. My heart felt like it was going to jump out of my body. Every inch of my skin warmed.


Akacia turned so that we were face to face and her hand came up to cup my cheek. I rested my hands on her waist. Her gaze darted from my eyes to my lips. She muttered something about hesitation and then her soft, supple lips were on mine.


It was my turn to be surprised. Nobody had ever been so bold, but I was only startled for a beat before I seized her lips and deepened the kiss.
When Akacia pulled away the tiniest of moans escaped my mouth. A smile played on her lips that I swear tasted like honey. She tangled her hands in my hair at the back of my neck.


There was a knock on the door. “Do you need help?”


Akacia giggled and I answered, “No. Just another minute.”

 

 

4)
Everleigh’s POV:

 

I stood quietly for a moment just thinking about the kiss that we just shared. She was so beautiful and I felt different when I was with her. So alive. I wanted to hold her and keep her safe. I wanted to get to know who she was and make her happy. Why did it have to be her? The Empress that Caspar wanted so badly. Why did I have to fall for her?


As we walked down the corridor, I asked, “What was that thing you said back in the dressing room?”


Her eyes narrowed for a minute before they widened. “Without hesitation. It’s a motto. To live life without hesitation.”

 

 

5)
Everleigh’s POV:

 

 

The planet got bigger and bigger and we rushed toward it far too quickly. Reality hit me as we entered the planet’s gravitational pull. We were going to crash. I couldn’t land, but I slowed the speed of the ship and brought up our shields hoping they’d protect us a little from the heat of entry, maybe even the crash.


We came in fast and I braced myself against the controls.
As we slammed into the ground, my head hit the control panel and blackness surrounded me.

 

 

6)
Akacia’s POV:

 

Caspar grabbed me and held my head under the water. I thrashed trying to get free. My lungs were burning. I couldn’t breathe.

I sat straight up, gasping for breath.


“You’re safe,” Everleigh said from her crouched position in front of me. “You’re having a nightmare.”


Turning to her, I could see the water in her eyes, shimmering in the moonlight, and my stupid heart clenched, thankful that she was here with me. The fear I felt in my dream didn’t leave me though. My chest tightened, and I felt like I couldn’t catch my breath. I was warm, and my head felt all fuzzy as the fear tightened its hold on me. He’d find me. He’d capture me again. I’d never be safe. My heart took off at a gallop and I yanked on my shirt.


I didn’t realize she wasn’t in front of me anymore until I felt her behind me. She scooted up right against my body and put her arm around me. “I’ve got you. You’re safe.”


I hated that her arms made me feel safe. I hated that my heart slowed the longer she held me. I hated that my eyes closed and I fell back to sleep in her arms.

 


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What do you do to unwind and relax?


This happens so rarely, I’m not sure I can answer it. My life is busy. There isn’t much time to relax. Writing is definitely one of the ways I can unwind. Just let my thoughts flow freely out on paper (or screen). It doesn’t have to be the story I’m working on. It can be anything. Also, depending on the mood I’m in when I need to relax affects what I write. When I’m angry, I might calm myself by writing a fight scene. It gets my anger out, I calm down, and relax. If I’m happy, I might write a love scene and find myself dreaming of how it happens.


Other ways I like to calm down are hot showers or sitting in hot tubs, but not a regular tub. For some reason normal baths bore me. Music helps me too. Whether I’m mad and need to play a song really loud and sing at the top of my lungs or just want to chill and listen to something calmer, music feeds my soul and helps me relax.


Of course, I’d be amiss to leave out reading and watching TV. With reading, I enjoy finding myself in another world, pretending to be someone else, and not having any of the worries I usually have. With watching TV, it can be a mindless fun activity to just plop down on the couch and get immersed into a storyline that way.


I enjoy unwinding and relaxing to all these activities, but like I said, it rarely happens for me. Life is busy and I wish I had more time to relax, but it scares me to say that because soon enough I’ll be too old to do anything and I’ll be wishing to be busy again.

 

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Talia is no stranger to labels and judgment. She has slowly been developing her voice for those who need help speaking up. She believes that someday labels will be a thing of the past, that sexuality will be fluid, love will be love, and mental illness will be handled with love and care. Talia is an author with fifteen books published including: Damaged: Natalie’s Story, Teagan’s Story: Her Battle With Epilepsy, If I Die Young, Secret Bloodline, Lost and Found, The Gifted Teens Series, The Between Worlds Series and The Beyond Earth Series. When she’s not writing, she enjoys hiking red rocks or sitting on the beach with a Kindle in her hands and her toes in the ocean.

 

 

 

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