Monday, May 12, 2014

Tuesday Tales - Word Prompt Mother



Welcome to this weeks Tuesday Tales to word prompt Mother.  I'd like to wish all the ladies a Happy Mother's Day. This is the next scene from my WIP.

Erika was taken back by her gesture.  Sophia wasn’t one to cry or show any emotion.  The last time she cried was at her mother’s funeral over ten years ago.  Even then, she made a quick recovery explaining she understood he was sick and that it was his time.
The pain Sophia had been enduring all this time became evident, something she didn’t see cloud with her own divorce.  Reaching out, Erika placed her hand on Sophia’s shoulder as Sophia rested her head against her chest sobbing.
“Talk to me.  What’s going on?”
“I don’t know where to begin.”
“Before you start, tell me why didn’t confide in me that there were problems in your marriage?”
“I wanted to but the timing wasn’t right,” Sophia said wiping her tears.  “The night I came over to talk to you is the night I saw you sitting on the porch in the dark on that old dilapidated wooden rocking chair with bloodshot eyes and tears streaming down your cheeks.  Do you remember?”
Sighing, “How could I ever forget.  That was the night I told you about Richie’s infidelity.”  Erika covered her mouth with her hands and gasped for air. “I’m so sorry Sophia I occupied your time with my problems, when you needed my shoulder to cry on.  I feel absolutely awful.”
“Don’t.  I wanted to be there for you.  My problem was just a hunch. I sorted through things, making sure I collected ample proof of what I thought was going on.”
“And do you?”  Erika asked hoping the answer was no.
“Yes I do and it sickens my stomach knowing what went on under my roof all these years.”  Half laughing she continued, “you will be quite impressed in the way I caught him.”
“You have my curiosity at an all-time high.”
“Oh, you are going to love this.  I guess I’ve been reading too many romance mystery books.”
“Since when do you read romantic mysteries?”
“Since you’ve carried the complete line of Lady Mysteries in your store,” she laughed.  “I guess you didn’t realize I was used your book cafĂ© as a library. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.  Now come on and tell me.”
“You’re going to laugh, but I got the idea of using the old baby monitor to nail him, when I had it in my hand and was about to throw it in the garbage,” Sophia proudly stated.
“You lost me. What does the baby monitor have to do with nailing your husband?”
“I’m not going to tell you, I’m going to show you.”  Pointing to the door she asked, “when do you expect the movers?”
“I’m not certain, but I think probably within the hour.”
“Good,” she said grabbing my hand, “then you have time to come across the street. I’ll show you exactly what I did.”
Sophia held onto her hand as they walked across the street to her big white Victorian house.  A white picket fence surrounded her house. To Erika it represented the perfect enclosure for the perfect couple.
“Come on in.  I’m going to show you exactly what I did.  You’re never going to believe it, in fact you are going to be quite proud of the fact I thought of it.”
“You’re losing me.  Let’s go back to the baby monitor.  What does any of this have to do with it?”
“I’m sorry I’m confusing you.  It’s just that it is so hard for me to talk about this.  I feel so ashamed and worthless.”
“Oh no, don’t ever think that.”
“When you hear the story you will understand why I am feeling the way I am.”




Sunday, May 11, 2014

My Book Boyfriend Blog Hop


Welcome to My Book Boyfriend Blog Hop.  I am so excited to be a part of this and to be able to share with you one of my boyfriends from my WIP The Right Pitch.

A man in uniform, especially athletes is an instant turn on for me.  I love sports and enjoy watching the game as much as I love the men in their uniforms.  That's why I have brought  the sports theme back into my books.  Creating the main character, especially during baseball season makes the story more realistic.

Richie Raggalio is every women's dream.  He is tall, slender yet muscular, smooth olive complexion and throws a mean fastball.  When his big brown eyes stare you down, you melt, yearning to feel his lips crushed against yours. 

He has a ninety-eight miles an hour fastball, and beware, when he throws his curve ball.  His uniform hugs every muscle in his body perfectly, not leaving any sag in his tight muscle butt.  When the ball releases from his hand, you feel goose bumps run up and down your arms.  At the end of each inning, he comes off the field with a grin on his face that makes your body melt even more. 

An undercover detective in The Boardwalk and  Rock Star in Roses and two other heroes in those book who show that tough man can have a soft heart when the right woman comes his way.

I will be giving away a copies of The Boardwalk and Roses.  Leave me a comment telling me what your favorite occupation is of the characters you love most along with your email address so I can contact you at the end of the hop.

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Monday, May 05, 2014



Welcome to this week's Tuesday Tales to the word prompt free.
I am so excited to be back on board with this wonderful group of authors.
To bring you up-to-date, Erika is moving from the house she shared with her husband and kids.  She is now divorced and moving on with her life.  I left off with Erika and her best friend Sophia reflecting on the past and now Erika's future.


“I have to admit I’m a tad bit jealous of your new beginning.”
“Why?”
“The adventure...the thrill of being free...the newness...”
“The newness of what?”
“Of starting over again.  The thrill of the first kiss...the first time he touches you...”
“If anything is going to be touching me under the covers, it’s going to be the vibrator you bought me last Christmas.”
“And is it still in the box?”  Sophia asked leaning her shoulder into hers.
“Don’t be a wise ass,” Erika laughed.  “You know how I feel about using toys.  If I’m going to have any kind of orgasm, it’s going to be with a real man.”
“Well at least you know it’s there just in the event it doesn’t happen any time soon.”  Giggling she added, “just think of it this way, it stays hard all the time, it does the job, and when you’re done you don’t have to make any meaningless conversation with it.  You wrap it back in the black silk scarf and bury it under your mattress for easy access.”
“You’re such a pig,” Erika smiled and stood.  “Is that what you do?”
“Everybody does it, except I’m the only one who admits it.”
       “I don’t understand.  I thought sex with Brian was flawless.  You told me every time you made love the roof flew off the house.”
“Yeah, in my dreams.”

“If things weren’t so good, then why didn’t you tell me?  We’re supposed to be there for each other.  Without you wouldn’t have made it through the whole ordeal of my divorce.”
“You’re stronger than you’re willing to admit.  If Brian did that to me, I would have had a breakdown. You don’t realize how strong a woman you are.”
“I do and like I told you, I have you to thank.  You helped me through one of the worst times in my life and for that I will be forever grateful.”
“One day I’m going to be knocking on our door. I wish I had the guts to walk away from my marriage.”
Erika’s eyebrows flew up.  Hearing that Sophia’s marriage was in turmoil, took her by surprise. She really did a great job of hiding her misery.
“You better start running your mouth.”  Erika walked across the room and leaned against the windowsill. 
Sophia played with the ashes in the fireplace with a twig that remained unmarred, not making eye contact with Erika. After a brief period of silence, she broke the twig in half and threw it back into the fireplace.
She walked across the room and leaned on the windowsill a few feet from Erika.  Sophia’s hands sat in her lap clenched as she rocked back and forth.  Erika remained silent, giving Sophia a chance to regroup her emotions.  Why didn’t she confide in her so she could have given Sophia the support she needed?
“It’s funny,” Sophia began, “but something wasn’t right for the longest time and I chose to ignore all the warning signs.”
“Are you telling me Brian is having an affair?”
“I don’t think so...not the way you’re thinking.”  There was a long beat before Sophia put her face in her hands and cried.