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Friday, April 27, 2012


Welcome to my new venture, First Chapter Friday. Each Friday, I'll be featuring the first chapter of one of my books or the first chapter of a guest's book. 

Let's begin at the beginning, my 1st book: Sunny Days, Moonlit Nights

A bit about the book

Do you have someone in your past you would like to reconnect with?  Caroline Davis White wasn't looking for Mickey, now Mike Foster, her childhood crush, she was fleeing her philandering husband, seeking peace and quiet, time to reflect on changing her life. But there was Mike, saving her from a mishap...again, bigger than life and even more handsome. 

A well-known artist, Sunny thought she could escape, disappear back to the cabin where she spent her summers as a child. But she was wrong. Her husband refused to let her go. There hadn't been a divorce in Brad White's family...ever! And he wasn't about to start breaking that tradition now.  Could Caroline shake him loose and what about Mike? Where did he fit into her life?

Heat level: Sweet

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Sunday, April 22, 2012

Tuesday Tales - Prompt "Car"

Here is a snippet of my WIP, "If I Loved You". Chaz Duncan, a well-known movie star and Megan Davis, his financial advisor are leaving a posh French restaurant after a business dinner.
 She saw color creep up his neck for the first time and it made her smile. Suddenly, he didn’t seem to be Chaz Duncan, movie star, just an embarrassed, lonely guy looking for a woman, a woman he could trust. That’s me. Trustworthy as hell….
 “I’m trustworthy,” she blurted out.
What am I saying?
“Are you applying for the position?”  She saw the gleam of humor mix with a hint of desire in his eyes.
“Oh no…no, I didn’t mean to imply…no, absolutely not. No sirree…nope.”
“You don’t have to be insulting about it. I’m told being my bedmate isn’t at all bad.”
“I didn’t mean to imply…” Megan stopped speaking when she realized she was only digging herself in deeper.
“Open mouth, insert foot?”
She nodded and smiled.
 “Could you get the check, please?”
“Of course.”
Jean Pierre appeared two minutes later and Chaz requested the check. Megan fumbled in her purse, looking for her American Express card but Chaz had his ready.
“This is business. Let Dillon and Weed treat you to dinner.”
“I never let a woman pay.” Chas placed his card on the table.
“I’m not a woman. Think of me as Harvey Dillon.”
“You have many assets old Harvey doesn’t. I insist.”
“I’ll get in trouble with Mr. Dillon if you pay.” Satisfied she finally outsmarted him, she smiled and sat back.
Chaz sat thinking for a moment.
“In that case…must I call you Harvey?” He put his American Express card back in his wallet.
Megan laughed out loud. Before he put it away, she peeked at the wallet, looking for the telltale ring, the outline of a condom, but didn’t see one. Maybe he was telling the truth…he doesn’t sleep with groupies.
As they put on their coats, Megan could see Chaz’s shoulders rise a tad, his body stiffen slightly as they prepared to go out into the world again. The price of fame. Loss of privacy. Seven million bucks doesn’t come without some consequence.
He picked up his cell phone and pressed a button.
“Ready.” He slipped his phone into his back pocket and took her elbow, guiding her to the front door.
“The car will pick us up in a minute and I’ll drop you home. Where do you live?”