Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! Welcome to The Locker for book review time once again. Today, it’s all about American Goddesses by Gary Henry.
Thursday, January 31, 2013
Tuesday, January 29, 2013
Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! Happy Tuesday and time for another edition of Tuesday Tales. This week I take you to my (still yet unnamed) new young adult WIP, to include the word, "light". Please enjoy!
“Look, look, he kissed her again!” Little girl giggles broke out across the darkened room.
“What do you think that’s like?”
“I don’t know but, it looks silly.”
Suddenly, light illuminated the sterile room, hindering the “show” the two young girls watched, causing them to squint against the sudden irritation. “Hey, we can’t see the movie anymore.”
“What in the world are you talking about?” The older gentleman doctor sauntered across to where the young ladies sat. “Your television isn’t even turned on.”
“No, not on TV, see!” Patsy, the little girl with dark brown ringlets pointed toward the window.
Doctor Hawley bent forward and peered intently through the heavy single pane window. A drive-in theater screen danced with the action of a film a few blocks from the hospital. With the lights out in their shared hospital room, the little girls could see the muted action of the actors across the visible white screen.
“Will you turn the light off now, Doctor Hawley? Penny and I can’t finish the movie.” Patsy delicately whined.
“I’m not all together sure you need to see what’s going on in that movie. It looks like it’s for big people only.” Doctor Hawley cocked one eyebrow and looked from Patsy to Penny with a hearty smile.
“Oh, we’re big enough. I’m almost as tall as my big brother.” Penny bragged and sat up straighter in her hospital bed.
“Are you now, Penny? I forget how quickly you are growing up.” Doctor Hawley pleasantly acknowledged her little girl ego. “But, I need to leave the light on for a few minutes because I need to talk with you both and see how the day went. I know you want out of here as quickly as possible. Right?”
“As much as I miss my mommy and daddy, I think I’ll miss Patsy terribly when it’s time for me to go home.” Penny’s eyes drooped and her mouth turned down into a sad scowl.
“I’ll miss you too, Penny. But, I’ll be so happy when we both don’t hurt anymore, then we can play outside for real.” Patsy countered with a maturity only a few children her age could manifest. With a heavy sigh she repeated her childhood desire, “I’ll be oh so happy when we don’t hurt anymore…”
Now that you've read my contribution to TT, please visit my creative friends over at our main blog, Tuesday Tales for their take on the word prompt "light".
Monday, January 21, 2013
Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! Happy Tuesday and time for another edition of Tuesday Tales. This week I take you back one last time to my young adult paranormal thriller WIP, Blue Ink- The Skin Stalker. This book is now 99% finished and the excitement is taking me over! Soon, I will submit for publishing consideration, so, please wish me luck. For this week's word prompt, we use "package", very appropriate for a book about a killer, don't you think?
"When Colin returned from the run, The Skin Stalker was still in the same location. He noticed Colin look around, as if he felt The Skin Stalker’s presence. The Skin Stalker smiled and knew he rattled Colin’s steely reserve. Could he already know Maggie’s fate? Colin was such a self-centered person. The Skin Stalker knew that not even Maggie’s death would interfere with his daily activities-therefore, he imposed the foul tasting reminder for the next day or so. If anything, The Skin Stalker wondered if he would even mourn. “Maybe for the loss of a good piece of action?” The Skin Stalker smirked at Colin’s lack of empathy.
Making his way through his front door, Colin stopped by the active TV for any updates that may have occurred during his hour absence. Flipping through the channels, he saw nothing new from various broadcast stations. Time to move on to a new distraction. Needing a thorough scrubbing, Colin undressed in the laundry room, hung his sweaty clothing on the rack beside the washing machine, and walked naked to his stand up shower.
Colin’s exquisite bathroom perfectly suited his manliness. He had not only a two person glassed in shower, complete with staggered multi shower heads, but, a deep Jacuzzi soaking tub as well. It amused him that the immense space also held a bidet. Of which he still was not accustomed. However, knowing it was there added to the charm and sophistication of the lavish space. Appearances were an important part of the “Colin package.”
The strong hot spray against his fatigued muscles worked surprisingly well to relax him. He dried himself quickly and dressed in casual clothing. He did not plan to go into the office today, but, he would definitely be working from home. Colin’s stomach growled and he realized it had been about 16 hours since he had last eaten. Needing coffee, Colin went into the kitchen to start a fresh pot. He opened the cabinet above the coffeemaker, looking for filters. He located an unopened supply, however, absolutely no coffee to fill it with."
Now that you've read my contribution to TT, please visit my creative friends over at our main blog, Tuesday Tales for their take on the word "package".
Monday, January 14, 2013
Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! Happy Tuesday and time for another edition of Tuesday Tales. This week I take you to my new young adult romance WIP, Black Diamond Hearts are the Most Difficult. The following picture is a panoramic view of the mountains from my former hometown, Evergreen, CO. I present the following picture prompt:
"Not a better backdrop existed on the planet for cozying up to an intimate interlude. Matthew inspected the view outside the cabin window, thinking of his life to that point. Although he was only a few years’ older than Laurel, Matthew had already been down the road of isolative athlete. He even remained a virgin long past his buddies because he simply did not have time to adequately charm the pants, literally, off any girl. He spent years in tunnel vision eyeing the top prize in the ski world. However, the harder he tried to be a champion- getting within microseconds- just to fall short, became painfully abrasive. He finally relented to accept the inevitable-he would not be the world’s best.
Now in his late twenties, Matthew possessed the skills necessary to warm cute, frozen ski bunnies into wet slushy submission with his moves. Although he fell short of his ultimate dream, he remained a local legend worthy of adoration for all his efforts and minor successes. Therefore, Matthew never had a shortage of female attention. For a time, he practiced his moves on ski-groupies happy for the chance to relieve his masculine tensions. Matthew lacked nothing, and was the perfect combination of athlete and heartthrob. Handsome with brown hair, blue eyes, and just shy of six feet sleek muscle. When he hit an aerial jump with perfect rotation, the resounding swoon from his crowd of admirers permeated the cold air.
Yet, after Laurel unknowingly worked her way into his heart, no other girl on the mountain gave him pause. He hoped to have the chance to share his feelings with her. However, he was not sure how, or even if he should, approach her. Moreover, he knew the feeling of desiring first place, and did not want to interfere with her dreams."
Now that you've read my contribution to TT, please visit my creative friends over at our main blog, Tuesday Tales for their take on this gorgeous picture prompt. Happy 2013!!
Tuesday, January 8, 2013
Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! Happy Tuesday and time for another edition of Tuesday Tales. This week I take you to my new young adult romance WIP, Black Diamond Hearts are the Most Difficult. Matthew and Laurel finish a day on the slopes. I present the following word prompt "gift":
Now that you've read my contribution to TT, please visit my creative friends over at our main blog, Tuesday Tales for their take on the word prompt "gift". Haopy 2013!!
"Just as she turned to look up toward the slope, Matthew skidded comically on the packed powder rapidly advancing toward her. His ski poles flailed at odd angles, while he wobbled from side to side. Laurel held her ground, digging her toes into her boots, she jammed her poles into the ground on each side of her.
Indeed, Matthew stopped easily and abruptly before he plowed Laurel over onto the dirty snow-covered ground. Skidding sideways, his skis skittered slightly against the corny icy sludge covering the parking lot.
“I knew you would stop, coach. You never fooled me.”
“That stuff is getting crusty toward the bottom of this run, I almost knocked you down. Our gift of powder is disappearing quickly today.” Laurel rolled her eyes, uprooted her poles, and glared at him. “Alright, alright, I knew I wouldn’t phase you. I could if I really wanted to though.” He winked at her from behind his ski goggles.
“Quit flirting with me. I still need to run a couple miles but I need food first, are you coming with, or must I walk?” Laurel feigned irritation, amusement tingeing her tone.
“Yes, you can come with me, let’s go get some chow. An après-ski cheeseburger sounds amazing.” Matthew’s mouth began to water as Laurel took off her own goggles and shook her hair loose from the Under Armour beanie. He wondered if it was all about the thought of a juicy cheeseburger, or if her long blonde locks had anything to do with it.
“Cheeseburger? Are you high?” Laurel teased Matthew with a ridiculous assumption.
“What do you mean, Miss Health Nut, you having a baked potato, broiled chicken, and salad-again?”
Laurel socked Matthew in the shoulder with a padded gloved fist. “I’m not that bad, old man, but, I am in training after all.” She used one ski pole to snap down on the back of her bindings as she clicked her ski boots out of their tight hold. She moved quickly, having perfected the act hundreds, if not thousands, of times. "
Thursday, January 3, 2013
Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! Let’s start off 2013 with a HUGE contest sponsored by my publisher, Secret Cravings Publishing. You are cruising with SCP authors for a chance to win the following grand prizes from SCP:
Grand Prize- iPad2
First place- Kindle Fire
Second Place- $50 SCP gift card
Third place- $25 SCP gift card
This contest will run Friday January 4 through Sunday January 6.
I will contact my personal winner by Tuesday January 8 at the latest. SCP will have the grand prize winner's name by Friday, January 11th. The winner from my blog will receive a $10 gift certificate to SCP.
To be eligible for the grand prizes... you must answer and match a minimum of 25 of the 30 participating authors to their “location”. You must eMail your answers to Dawne Prochilo, Review Coordinator for SCP at firstname.lastname@example.org.
Now, a little about my latest release- it will warm your chaps - Lovedust and Trailblazers
Young Marine, Josiah Samuels, was sent home from the Korean Conflict and honored with a Purple Heart for the shrapnel wounds across his chest. Although he proudly served his country, he lived on a daily basis haunted by the sights and sounds of warfare.
As a cattle rancher, he raised stock for local rodeos, including the Prison Rodeo in McAlester, OK and lived a simple life of solitude. But, the loneliness and the void the war created in his chest began to overwhelm him.
Then, because of a “cow emergency”, he met Minnie Mitchell, a spitfire neighboring rancher who finished veterinary school at Oklahoma State in a time when few women were even admitted to University veterinarian programs. She faced her own obstacles in running her family’s cattle operation and finding a job as a vet in stereotypical 1950’s Oklahoma.
Minnie passionately rattled Josiah’s world in ways he previously only dreamed. Now, together, these Trailblazers must find a way to keep Minnie close to the family ranch…and Josiah’s loving arms.
My Location is.... the SWISS ALPS!
Amazon Purchase Link
Barnes and Noble Purchase Link
For the rest of the participating authors, visit our SCP blog where you link to the other locations for a chance to win the grand prize. http://secretcravingspublishing.blogspot.com/
Tuesday, January 1, 2013
Ahoy, today in The Locker, I set a tribute to 2013 with an audience to anyone who has ever made a bad decision and had to live with the consequence. (Can I get a heck yea?) Although this fictional letter does not detail any one specific person, I believe it serves as inspiration for so many people. Raising teenagers/twenty-somethings gives me a new experience almost daily that I know they might regret later. But, I can’t tell them anything.
Just like no one could tell me anything when I was younger.
But, the point of this whole post is to let YOU, awesome reader, know that we all make mistakes, hurtful choices, wrong turns, suffer humiliations, let the ones we love down, sheesh, it’s a laundry list a mile long.
The beauty is, you can move forward from it. Learn from it. Grow from it.
And, yes, even be a better person from it.
I hope you all have an amazing 2013!
To Whom It Concerns:
I’m just asking for a chance.
This letter of explanation references a (misdemeanor, felony conviction, termination, expulsion, drug or alcohol abuse, or other fill in the blank bad event) I received in my (fill in the blank- teens, early twenties, mid twenties, whatever). With a heavy heart, I carry the consequence of a terrible decision I made and remain forever remorseful. However, due to my intrinsic family values, Christian faith, and desire to positively contribute to humanity, I overcame those former obstacles. I use the lessons I learned from that experience to forge ahead on a positive path, never forgetting the strong implications of what could have been my bleak future.
Although my family always supported me, it was of my own volition I changed the course of my life. Although I shared my past with whomever necessary- from my performance, involvement and enthusiasm, I gained the confidence and trust from (again fill in the blank - teachers, mentors, friends, family, college administration, etc) receiving (again, fill in the blank- letters of recommendation, jobs, other opportunities) from those who got to know the “real” me.
I received a conviction of possession of illegal substances based on a passenger in my vehicle. Unbeknownst to me, this passenger possessed illegal substances while in my car. As the owner of the vehicle, I received charges as well. After completing all recommended programs, the court reduced the charge to “suspended”. Over the years , through attorneys, I attempted to remove the charge from my record. Unfortunately, with the charge now categorized as “suspended”, that is impossible. However, never one to give up, I applied for a gubernatorial pardon, to finally fully expunge this solitary episode from my record. The lengthy process takes much time, yet upon completing all required paperwork, I remain confident in my success.
I do not deny I made a bad choice and I take full responsibility for my actions. Afterward, I saw what I needed to do in my life to create positive changes, and I made those happen. Every day I find new reasons to celebrate where I stand now, always remembering the events leading me here—both the good and the bad. Even when I finally receive the governor’s pardon, I will carry the weight of this experience as a strong reminder of how hard certain choices can be to overcome.
For several years to now, I dedicate my life to the betterment of myself and my family. When I graduated from college, the university commended my performance as one in the top of my class-an honor I did not take lightly. These moments fill me with pride to share with prospective employers, new friends, and the like. Unfortunately, my past record also continues to haunt me, requiring me to share those very difficult, embarrassing personal details as well with individuals, such as you. However, I accept the necessity of my candor.
I implore you for a face-to-face interview to demonstrate what an asset I could become to (your organization, business, school, etc.) My current employer will verify my exemplary work record. I am more than my past mistakes. I am a wife/husband, a mother/father, daughter, son, a student, a hard worker, a Christian, etc. My faith in God is what gives me strength to write this explanation and gives me the certainty that I will rise above, and be an example for all those around me- first and foremost, for my children.
Thank you in advance for providing the opportunity for me to interview with you. I have many references, some of which include current and past employees of your establishment. I will provide contact information upon your request. I look forward to hearing from you.
I’m just asking for a chance.
Many Adults Over the Age of 35