tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-78127637504313929022024-03-19T04:47:17.485-04:00Nancy Gideon... By Any Other NameNancy Gideon - Award-winning bestselling author of over 80 original titles (83, including reissues) since her first publication in 1987.Nancy Gideonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07493107610530282642noreply@blogger.comBlogger577125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812763750431392902.post-11731307900629804062024-03-17T00:01:00.001-04:002024-03-17T00:01:00.138-04:00WeWriWa: Heaven and Hell – TEXAS DESTINY<div class="box"><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFH4SNQ4yZtFUrcCjmZPvpFjCpv5vwR6XChM9c_3pSSg7OP2mK1H2f6hGehCZrKtQC6l7ob9m3dBtbFE8t2vJG_liQa87ixXNg3Yrksu_ZCRg6RdeMoBehOi7fTPet1GQA3LoPg_0LwRmGt43u0HU_AbMzJiZ0aD4dWXZGwO-Z1QdUL5WOL8CYzm1fqbw/s940/03-17-24%20TD%20reissue.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="788" data-original-width="940" height="536" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFH4SNQ4yZtFUrcCjmZPvpFjCpv5vwR6XChM9c_3pSSg7OP2mK1H2f6hGehCZrKtQC6l7ob9m3dBtbFE8t2vJG_liQa87ixXNg3Yrksu_ZCRg6RdeMoBehOi7fTPet1GQA3LoPg_0LwRmGt43u0HU_AbMzJiZ0aD4dWXZGwO-Z1QdUL5WOL8CYzm1fqbw/w640-h536/03-17-24%20TD%20reissue.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span id="docs-internal-guid-6844d39a-7fff-3cc5-21ad-7ed156ab9418"><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Curling up in my pjs under the covers in the middle of the day with a cat or two and a book takes some of the misery out of being down with a spring cold. Such has been my week. Dragging around the house, toting a box of tissues, unable to look beyond the next minute without feeling impossibly exhausted, living off diet 7-Up and the relief of escape in my Bass Texas series. Okay, it hasn’t been ALL bad.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">I’m on book two of the series – <b><i><span style="color: red;">TEXAS DESTINY</span>,</i></b> which features Jack Bass, Harmon’s nephew, as hero and all-around good guy who is followed by a legacy of secrets no one is willing to share. He’s a true Western hero, a Texas Ranger, a good friend to all until he rescues his idolized captain’s wife who was captured by the Apaches years ago and thought to be dead. . . and uncovers the secret she must leave behind if she’s to return to the man she married but never loved. Love was something Emily Marcus discovered in the gentle care of Jack Bass as he returns her to the life . . . and man she fears. Here’s a sneak peek . . .</span></div><p></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS2gxSm1vWACdWq50jBNs-2LndpBK-10NmCIggLsopnexWWhF9z3nDB5WMg22-RCS7t4_NDi_vNbbyAWaxeErfRP_tdKc019IDzVbEMSGOcny3G0YpIokSJdIGqUUBFDhNNjClacXUjYxxtQP0E3sgvEoCDOv6053S33NcieYDL23rDE8wHY_nDdPun6E/s257/03-17-24%20Texas%20Destiny.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="257" data-original-width="160" height="257" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS2gxSm1vWACdWq50jBNs-2LndpBK-10NmCIggLsopnexWWhF9z3nDB5WMg22-RCS7t4_NDi_vNbbyAWaxeErfRP_tdKc019IDzVbEMSGOcny3G0YpIokSJdIGqUUBFDhNNjClacXUjYxxtQP0E3sgvEoCDOv6053S33NcieYDL23rDE8wHY_nDdPun6E/s1600/03-17-24%20Texas%20Destiny.jpg" width="160" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.fantasticfiction.com/g/nancy-gideon/texas-destiny.htm" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: large;">Fantastic Fiction</span></a></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Wounded and left for dead after an Apache attack, Texas Ranger Jack Bass is rescued by Emily Marcus, the beautiful wife of his commander, who had long ago been abducted and forced to live among the Apache.</div></span><p></p></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="font-size: x-large; text-align: left;"><span style="color: red; font-size: large;"><div style="color: black; font-size: medium;"><span face="-apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, "Helvetica Neue", Arial, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, "Apple Color Emoji", "Segoe UI Emoji", "Segoe UI Symbol", "Noto Color Emoji"" style="background-color: #f9f9f9; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bolder;"><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="font-size: medium;"><div style="background-color: red; box-sizing: border-box; margin-bottom: 5px; text-align: center;"><h2><span style="color: #444444;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit; font-size: 30px; font-weight: 400;"> The Excerpt </span></span></h2></div></div></span></span></div></span></div><div style="font-size: x-large; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span></div><div style="font-size: x-large; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span></div><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large; text-align: left;"><div></div><blockquote><span id="docs-internal-guid-c8ec34c5-7fff-ce9b-5ed7-b7ad6467a03b"><span id="docs-internal-guid-7c49b90d-7fff-8a4f-78e4-9e2385978d2f"><span id="docs-internal-guid-f04fc262-7fff-f69b-4462-1c5d376c7a1c"><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">It was Heaven and Hell.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The woman in his arms was everything Jack desired. She was strong, brave, sweet spirited, and beautiful. Her touch made everything inside him all hot and fluid, like the spring waters at Boquillas. She was the kind of woman a man looked for all his life, and if he was lucky enough to find her, he was smart enough to never let her go. </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Most of his fellow rangers were happy with the solitary life. They were content to roll themselves in a blanket under the stars eat their meals out of a tin and wash when they started scaring game away. They had no dreams beyond the moment, and most didn’t care if the future lasted fifty years or fifty minutes. But Jack wasn’t like them. He’d come from a solid family background. He’d seen the love between his mother and Will, between his uncle and Amanda. He’d held his baby brothers and sister in his arms and had known right then that he wanted children of his own. He wanted the vision Harmon had given him years ago—looking out over land of his own, a wife and kids beside him, a table to sit at and the satisfaction of belonging. Heaven was finding the woman to make that dream come true.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span id="docs-internal-guid-45fa6096-7fff-8077-96ef-541cb78bcdff"></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Hell was having her belong to someone else.</span></p></span></span></span></blockquote></span><div></div></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">I’ll admit, this wasn’t my usual romance. In <b><i><span style="color: red;">TEXAS DESTINY</span></i></b> I had a younger hero and a married heroine with a past, so I had to tread carefully by making them as honorable as possible . . . and therein lies the tension and the eventual SIGH of a well-deserved happily ever after.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Hopefully, I’ll be getting this series out in a new package later this year, so you can fall in love again, or, if you haven’t read them, fall in love like it was the first time.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Happy Reading!!!</span></div><div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><div><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM1TNBWdr25e61Jn1vuw1eUyU40ts3cS045OgwYzibGNiyXaG6IPZDu4am8uT3soRCrQIc4lWG9WtYM-9C0CuD7Hcx5XmeKi0TCRQ346PePuSnKzZ6NJ0Xf_4B0_4Wq6rx0WKJrQ9Dz3w/s573/WeWriWa+Badge.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"><img border="0" data-original-height="573" data-original-width="573" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM1TNBWdr25e61Jn1vuw1eUyU40ts3cS045OgwYzibGNiyXaG6IPZDu4am8uT3soRCrQIc4lWG9WtYM-9C0CuD7Hcx5XmeKi0TCRQ346PePuSnKzZ6NJ0Xf_4B0_4Wq6rx0WKJrQ9Dz3w/w320-h320/WeWriWa+Badge.png" width="320" /></a></div></span><div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://wewriwa.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Weekend Writing Warriors</a> is a weekly hop for everyone who loves to write! 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Not wanting to share with the family, I’ve been self-isolating, reading through the stack of my Bass family Texas historical series (I know – what a chore!) before getting them back out in print . . . and loving every page! Even though I wrote Book 1, <b><i><span style="color: red;">TEMPTATION’S TRAIL</span>,</i></b> in the early early 1990s (before some of you were even alive!), it’s as fresh and exciting now as it was when I was writing it by hand in a well-used notebook that would soon include four more volumes. As soon as the pages are scanned for reediting (This series was submitted pre-computer!) I’ll be getting ready to self-publish them at last! For now, here’s a tease from Book 1, <b><i><span style="color: red;">TEMPTATION’S TRAIL</span>…</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="font-size: x-large; text-align: left;"><span style="color: red; font-size: large;"><div style="color: black; font-size: medium;"><span face="-apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, "Helvetica Neue", Arial, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, "Apple Color Emoji", "Segoe UI Emoji", "Segoe UI Symbol", "Noto Color Emoji"" style="background-color: #f9f9f9; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bolder;"><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="font-size: medium;"><div style="background-color: red; box-sizing: border-box; margin-bottom: 5px; text-align: center;"><h2><span style="color: #444444;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit; font-size: 30px; font-weight: 400;"> The Excerpt </span></span></h2></div></div></span></span></div></span></div><div style="font-size: x-large; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span></div><div style="font-size: x-large; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span></div><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large; text-align: left;"><div></div><blockquote><span id="docs-internal-guid-c8ec34c5-7fff-ce9b-5ed7-b7ad6467a03b"><span id="docs-internal-guid-7c49b90d-7fff-8a4f-78e4-9e2385978d2f"><span id="docs-internal-guid-f04fc262-7fff-f69b-4462-1c5d376c7a1c"><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“When you come back through again, I want to leave with you.”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Harmon hooked his thumb beneath the boy’s chin to angle it up. “You want to spell that out a little plainer?”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Jack looked him straight on, his features determined as he claimed, “I don’t want to be a rancher. I don’t belong here. You’re my family, Uncle Harm . . . I want to be like you.”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Harmon drew a breath, then he laughed softly, making Jack stiffen, afraid his ambitions weren’t being taken seriously by this man he idolized.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Son,” Harm corrected quietly, “you don’t want to be like me. You got everything here a man could want: Family, belonging, ties to the soul and the land. You can’t just tear up those roots and blow off on a wind.”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“But Uncle Harm—”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Listen! I know you look around and see nothing but hard work and long hours, and you feel like a dog staked out on a short rope just wanting to break loose and run free . . . but once you start running, son, you got no place to go.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><i><span style="color: red;">. . . and a bit more . . .</span></i></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“I’d give anything to have what you have—a future so clean and bright it’s like tomorrow’s sunrise, with a chance to grow to be a man like Will, a good man. Don’t you ever sell that off cheap or I won’t even want to know you.”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“But you said I did good, that I could ride with you anytime. Didn’t you mean that?”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span id="docs-internal-guid-2869e596-7fff-2790-e4c5-63696d7a8948"></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Harm cupped the somber face with his palm. “Oh, yeah, I meant it. But you’re not mine to take. This is where you belong. If you want to look up to someone, don’t look to me. I’m nothing. You look to Will, and you’ll learn everything there is to know about being a man. And someday when you’re looking out over your own place, and you got your own house full of a wife and kids, I’ll come by now and again to sit at your table, and you’ll look at me and then at them and you’ll thank God you decided to stay put.”</span></p></span></span></span></blockquote></span><div></div></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Now THAT’s a hero! And my favorite of all of them. I had to write four more books just so Harm Bass could weave in and out of them.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">How about you? Any old favorites you need to get back into reader hands?</span></div><div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><div><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM1TNBWdr25e61Jn1vuw1eUyU40ts3cS045OgwYzibGNiyXaG6IPZDu4am8uT3soRCrQIc4lWG9WtYM-9C0CuD7Hcx5XmeKi0TCRQ346PePuSnKzZ6NJ0Xf_4B0_4Wq6rx0WKJrQ9Dz3w/s573/WeWriWa+Badge.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"><img border="0" data-original-height="573" data-original-width="573" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM1TNBWdr25e61Jn1vuw1eUyU40ts3cS045OgwYzibGNiyXaG6IPZDu4am8uT3soRCrQIc4lWG9WtYM-9C0CuD7Hcx5XmeKi0TCRQ346PePuSnKzZ6NJ0Xf_4B0_4Wq6rx0WKJrQ9Dz3w/w320-h320/WeWriWa+Badge.png" width="320" /></a></div></span><div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://wewriwa.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Weekend Writing Warriors</a> is a weekly hop for everyone who loves to write! 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Visit other participants on the list and read, critique, and comment on their #8sunday posts.</span></div></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>Spread the word, share the love, warriors - Hashtag #8sunday.</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><br /></i></b></div></span></span><div><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="font-size: medium;"><hr style="background-color: white; background-image: linear-gradient(to right, rgba(0, 0, 0, 0), rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.75), rgba(0, 0, 0, 0)); border: 0px; box-sizing: content-box; color: #555555; font-family: "PT Sans", sans-serif; font-size: 15px; height: 1px; margin-bottom: 20px; margin-top: 20px; text-align: justify;" /></div></span></span><h1 style="text-align: center;">Nancy on the Web</h1><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><center><div><a href="http://nancygideon.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Blog</a> <span style="line-height: 16.8667px;">| </span><a href="https://www.facebook.com/NancyGideonAuthor" target="_blank">Facebook</a> <span style="line-height: 16.8667px;">| </span><a href="https://twitter.com/Gideon2Nancy" target="_blank">Twitter</a> <span style="line-height: 16.8667px;">| </span><a href="http://www.pinterest.com/nancygideon/" target="_blank">Pinterest</a> <span style="line-height: 16.8667px;">| <a href="https://www.instagram.com/nancygideon615/" target="_blank">Instagram</a> </span>| <a href="https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCl1ZVFAkNMUsWwdGqu2w41w/" target="_blank">YouTube</a> |<span style="line-height: 16.8667px;"> </span><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/282919.Nancy_Gideon" target="_blank">Goodreads</a> <span style="line-height: 16.8667px;">| </span><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Nancy-Gideon/e/B001H9PV8E/ref=la_B001H9PV8E_pg_1?rh=n%3A283155%2Cp_82%3AB001H9PV8E&ie=UTF8&qid=1403088685" target="_blank">Amazon</a></div><div><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/group/show/109994-nancy-gideon-by-moonlight" target="_blank">Goodreads “Nancy Gideon by Moonlight” group</a></div><span style="font-size: small;"><script>!function(d,s,id){var js,fjs=d.getElementsByTagName(s)[0];if(!d.getElementById(id)){js=d.createElement(s);js.id=id;js.src="//platform.twitter.com/widgets.js";fjs.parentNode.insertBefore(js,fjs);}}(document,"script","twitter-wjs");</script></span></center></span></span></div><div><br /><br /></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Nancy Gideonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07493107610530282642noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812763750431392902.post-46896549700709473862024-03-06T00:01:00.001-05:002024-03-06T00:01:00.139-05:00IWSG: Let’s NOT Play that Game, Dave!<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxW9vQKk4-9rh8dTyNTB2SUot5YIcS8N6QitBzBMK61FyuUlkgwsq6ppX0w7HHo_wGNK0wiYDv_sTrVnkBA_A-wU05PmIQf5odEBMWMId2SfWK0wIzVWk2OXAU9Vv8pHGPguz55URFMPtE86EF8RtCyVj3SVsSCNeLcHIuJrPiXpz7e7-vn_x8qcYvi8o/s1563/AI%20lightbulb.jpg" style="font-weight: bold; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1333" data-original-width="1563" height="546" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxW9vQKk4-9rh8dTyNTB2SUot5YIcS8N6QitBzBMK61FyuUlkgwsq6ppX0w7HHo_wGNK0wiYDv_sTrVnkBA_A-wU05PmIQf5odEBMWMId2SfWK0wIzVWk2OXAU9Vv8pHGPguz55URFMPtE86EF8RtCyVj3SVsSCNeLcHIuJrPiXpz7e7-vn_x8qcYvi8o/w640-h546/AI%20lightbulb.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">What in the word “artificial” suggests “creative?” Creative writing, to me, is the last bastion hold-out against the soulless advance of AI. I guess that says everything about my feelings on this month’s subject . . .</span></span></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>March 6th question:</b> <i><span style="color: red;">Have you "played" with AI to write those nasty synopses, or do you refuse to go that route? How do you feel about AI's impact on creative writing?</span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Okay, I’ll admit AI is a handy tool to do drudge work – kind of like the egg sorter in the hen house. But that doesn’t mean I want to invite it into the kitchen to make my omelets and souffles! In my opinion we have too many artificial things encroaching upon us already. Yes, I’ve used editing tools to go over my manuscripts – but only on a basic level for spelling – not for any higher context. When I’ve used AI programs to go over my manuscripts, yes, they caught errors buuuuut they also flagged all the textures in my writing that make it unique to my voice. AI can do surface editing, but it can’t effectively handle the emotional nuances that make our project uniquely ours. It can’t pick out the important aspects that distinguish our “voice.” You might argue that it can be “trained” to find those discerning bits of individuality buuuuut that means you’d have to spend as much time “training” the program as doing the work yourself.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">“Creative” implies original, unique to the creator. AI, being soulless, at least in our current universe, doesn’t have that ability of discernment. Sure, you can feed it all the facts it needs to do that synopsis but in that same time allotment, you can apply your own “voice” to making those cut and dry facts uniquely yours. Spell check, yes. Original work, heck no! Check out my <a href="https://nancygideon.blogspot.com/2023/10/iwsg-shall-we-play-game.html">October 4, 2023 IWSG</a> post on the subject.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">I want to be known as the writer-creator-imaginer of my work, not as a data programmer who fed information into a soulless machine. (My apologies to HAL in Arthur C. Clarke’s universe! But . . . remember how that worked out for them! Shall we play a game? Not with my fiction!)</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Fiction is based upon the author’s voice, not the technical aspects of grammar and sentence structure. That applies to synopses, too, with our unique ability to insert the qualities that make our work stand out as opposed to blending in. Take THAT, AI!</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">And for those lovers of “original” work, <b><i><span style="color: red;">MIDNIGHT REDEEMER</span>,</i></b> part of my <b>“Touch of Midnight”</b> vampire romance series, explores immortality and the answer to an age-old curse for only $0.99 from 03-16 to 03-31-24! Sink your teeth in and enjoy!</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Click to <a href="https://read.amazon.com/kp/embed?asin=B004Z8LLBK&preview=newtab&linkCode=kpe&ref_=cm_sw_r_kb_dp_TKASA4PV21BFN9QSQG2K&tag=tbraddictio06-20" target="_blank">Preview Book</a></span></div><center><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="550" sandbox="allow-scripts allow-same-origin allow-popups" src="https://read.amazon.com/kp/card?asin=B004Z8LLBK&preview=inline&linkCode=kpe&ref_=cm_sw_r_kb_dp_TKASA4PV21BFN9QSQG2K&tag=tbraddictio06-20" style="max-width: 100%;" type="text/html" width="336"></iframe></center><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Midnight-Redeemer-Touched-Book-ebook/dp/B004Z8LLBK" target="_blank">Amazon</a> | <a href="https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/midnight-redeemer-nancy-gideon/1100207368?ean=9781893896178" target="_blank">Barnes & Noble</a> | <a href="https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/midnight-redeemer" target="_blank">Kobo Books</a> | <a href="https://books.apple.com/us/book/midnight-redeemer/id1097531193" target="_blank">iBooks</a></span></div><div style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: large;">Published: May 3, 2011</span></div><div style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: large;">Length: 196 Pages</span></div><div style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/2491991.Midnight_Redeemer" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: large;">Add to Goodreads TBR→</span></a></div><div style="font-size: medium; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-size: large; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><i>Hunt or be hunted . . . A centuries-old obsession stalks a noble family fighting to hide their dark secret from an ever-changing world. Sink your teeth into Nancy Gideon's Touched by Midnight series.</i></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><i>Will his dream . . .</i></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Centuries-old vampire Louis Redman is desperate to believe an inquisitive researcher's claim that she's close to finding a cure for his age-old curse. Determined to become human again, he must trust the lovely geneticist who has pushed her way into his guarded life . . . and heart . . . not to betray him to the government agency that wants to uncover his secrets for their own purposes.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">.<b><i> . . be the death of her?</i></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Scientist Stacy Kimball discovers potential fame and the answer to immortality in a murder victim's blood sample. But as she gets closer to the truth, danger stalks her from the shadows. Who wants to silence her from making the breakthrough of a lifetime? Is it the agency that funds her work? The killer who's terrorizing Seattle's night scene?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Or the mysterious Louis Redman, whose kisses seduce her beyond caring . . . ?</div></span><div style="font-size: medium; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-size: medium; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: red; font-size: large;">"A rare treat . . . this exciting thriller will keep you up all night as Ms. Gideon weaves her spell." <i>— Romantic Times</i></span></div><div style="font-size: medium; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: red; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-size: medium; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: red; font-size: large;">"Nancy Gideon is one of the best supernatural writers on the market today!" <i>— Midwest Book Review/BookWire</i></span></div></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Happy Writing!!!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH96B9Xx9fuoCqh7NqigGyTNn-h9kbpaaIFS6DhtjCkJ7yGh-JJKsL-R2w_PCU08ChxRZtLdklRp1h-s6xWeldIIrsCAp6363lR9LmYm3ksiuELESfJ9wPP8tqrV_vJmAn9D7uG1NOclM/s320/Insecure+Writers+Support+Group+Badge.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="315" data-original-width="320" height="315" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH96B9Xx9fuoCqh7NqigGyTNn-h9kbpaaIFS6DhtjCkJ7yGh-JJKsL-R2w_PCU08ChxRZtLdklRp1h-s6xWeldIIrsCAp6363lR9LmYm3ksiuELESfJ9wPP8tqrV_vJmAn9D7uG1NOclM/s0/Insecure+Writers+Support+Group+Badge.jpg" width="320" /></a></div></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"></div></span><div><div><div style="font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://www.insecurewriterssupportgroup.com/" target="_blank">The Insecure Writer’s Support Group</a></span></span></div><span><span style="font-size: large;"></span></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><span><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><b>Purpose:</b><span> To share and encourage. Writers can express doubts and concerns without fear of appearing foolish or weak. Those who have been through the fire can offer assistance and guidance. It’s a safe haven for insecure writers of all kinds!</span></span></div></span><span style="font-family: inherit;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Posting:</b> The first Wednesday of every month is officially <a href="https://www.insecurewriterssupportgroup.com/p/iwsg-sign-up.html" target="_blank">Insecure Writer’s Support Group</a> day. Post your thoughts on your own blog. Talk about your doubts and the fears you have conquered. Discuss your struggles and triumphs. Offer a word of encouragement for others who are struggling. Visit others in the group and connect with your fellow writer - aim for a dozen new people each time. The awesome co-hosts for the March 6th posting of the IWSG will be are <a href="http://kristinaseyes.com/" target="_blank">Kristina Kelly,</a> <a href="https://miffieseideman.com/" target="_blank">Miffie Seideman,</a> <a href="http://jeanddavis.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Jean Davis,</a> and <a href="http://middlepassages-lcs.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Liza @ Middle Passages</a>!</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Let’s rock the neurotic writing world!</span></div><span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Twitter hashtag is #IWSG</span></div></span></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: left;"><div><div><div><span><div style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-size: medium; 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text-align: -webkit-center;"><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/group/show/109994-nancy-gideon-by-moonlight" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: medium;">Goodreads “Nancy Gideon by Moonlight” group</span></a></div><div style="font-size: medium;"><br /></div><span style="color: black; font-size: small; text-align: -webkit-center;"><script>!function(d,s,id){var js,fjs=d.getElementsByTagName(s)[0];if(!d.getElementById(id)){js=d.createElement(s);js.id=id;js.src="//platform.twitter.com/widgets.js";fjs.parentNode.insertBefore(js,fjs);}}(document,"script","twitter-wjs");</script></span></div></span></div></span></div></div></div></div></div>Nancy Gideonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07493107610530282642noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812763750431392902.post-53445144141993529532024-02-07T00:01:00.001-05:002024-02-07T00:01:00.327-05:00IWSG: Websites/Blogs That Try TOO Hard<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHffWVFnGSqip2-lziwLi3QUR7gOZuUKo76YqwgY6Mnyjh1yXs1Yam9lWxM5Idry_9UsGb9Z5KKs8o60CyFv0W-Zy3SKCWmV9ZFyoxzRXV_jVNely_hqI9iq6VpIjMf6tlX2w5Yyeo3tXJj7cjykTQUdUZxudqEBtRiL3qQjCpZInA4sYhgW6G9CDVH6I/s500/Trying%20Too%20Hard.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="500" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHffWVFnGSqip2-lziwLi3QUR7gOZuUKo76YqwgY6Mnyjh1yXs1Yam9lWxM5Idry_9UsGb9Z5KKs8o60CyFv0W-Zy3SKCWmV9ZFyoxzRXV_jVNely_hqI9iq6VpIjMf6tlX2w5Yyeo3tXJj7cjykTQUdUZxudqEBtRiL3qQjCpZInA4sYhgW6G9CDVH6I/s320/Trying%20Too%20Hard.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">It’s not easy walking that fine line between <b>Not Enough and Too Much</b> when it comes to engaging with potential readers/your reading audience. Which leads to our February topic . . .</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">February 7th IWSG Question: <span style="color: red;"><i>What turns you off when visiting an author's website/blog? Lack of information? A drone of negativity? Little mention of author's books? Constant mention of books?</i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">In author websites, in my opinion, <i>less IS more,</i> at least at first glance. Maybe it’s just my ADD/OCD but cluttery, in your face flashy things that all scream for your attention at once quickly lose mine. It’s like that neighbor’s house that has WAAAAAY too many lighted decorations or the obnoxious hawker of car deals in commercials who thinks shouting means "important." It was a lesson I learned in my first part-time job at a department store when decorating a display. Pick what’s important to the buyer to catch their attention then provide information about that item and how to find out MORE about.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Here are my personal Dos and Don’ts.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>THINGS THAT TURN ME OFF . . .</b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><ol><li><span style="font-size: large;"><b><u>Noise.</u></b> Loud music or sounds that jump out at you the minute you open the screen. Be mindful of those who are browsing at work or late at night. Or have weak hearts! Better to have no sound or an option to opt-in to have a listen.</span></li><li><span style="font-size: large;"><b><u>Confusion.</u></b> Make sure your first-time visitor knows who you are and what you’re “selling” right up front. Your Name, Author. Genre. Nuff said. Put your catchy slogan beneath that primary selling point. Nothing’s worse than having someone show up at your door saying they’re a neighbor then try to hawk cleaning products.</span></li><li><span style="font-size: large;"><b><u>Busyness!</u></b> More is not necessarily better if it’s hard to navigate or overwhelming. Stick to clean, clear graphics and basic readable fonts that don’t distract from the information you want to convey. Let the reader get a taste of who you are through your choices of type, illustrations, and colors. Utilize sidebars that offer links to other pages and buying options. Keep it simple. Make it easy.</span></li><li><span style="font-size: large;"><b><u>Lack of Professionalism!</u></b> Remember, many of your site visitors will be scrolling on the job so they may not appreciate candids filling their computer screen of your main characters locked in a naked embrace or vividly dismembering bad guys. Provide that steamy graphic in a more discrete size with the option of blowing it up (no pun intended).</span></li></ol></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>THINGS I WANT TO SEE . . .</b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><ol><li><span style="font-size: large;"><b><u>Easy access to information</u></b> with clear top of screen or side bar links to searchable material.</span></li><li><span style="font-size: large;"><b><u>Home Page</u></b> that’s inviting and not too busy, featuring latest title.</span></li><li><span style="font-size: large;"><b><u>Welcome Page</u></b> including casual picture of author, friendly greeting, and invitation to learn more by listing what’s included on site with links.</span></li><li><span style="font-size: large;"><b><u>Author Bio,</u></b> both long and short with usable professional photo.</span></li><li><span style="font-size: large;"><b><u>Book List</u></b> of titles organized by genre/pen names/publisher giving ISBN and buy links.</span></li><li><span style="font-size: large;"><b><u>Newest Title Feature,</u></b> including excerpts, reviews, publicity quotes, and buy links.</span></li><li><span style="font-size: large;"><b><u>PR Kit</u></b> with all the info a publication or potential venue needs to know/have, i.e. professional publicity photo as well as a casual pose, long and short bio, booklist with links to product, professional awards/recognitions, and perhaps an excerpt from most recent work. AND the best way to contact you for more information!</span></li></ol></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Mainly, make your site uniquely YOURS! And update frequently, especially if you have a new title/sale. Geez, I’ve got to get my site <a href="https://nancygideon.blogspot.com/">Nancy Gideon...By Any Other Name</a> updated ... right after I visit yours!</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH96B9Xx9fuoCqh7NqigGyTNn-h9kbpaaIFS6DhtjCkJ7yGh-JJKsL-R2w_PCU08ChxRZtLdklRp1h-s6xWeldIIrsCAp6363lR9LmYm3ksiuELESfJ9wPP8tqrV_vJmAn9D7uG1NOclM/s320/Insecure+Writers+Support+Group+Badge.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="315" data-original-width="320" height="315" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH96B9Xx9fuoCqh7NqigGyTNn-h9kbpaaIFS6DhtjCkJ7yGh-JJKsL-R2w_PCU08ChxRZtLdklRp1h-s6xWeldIIrsCAp6363lR9LmYm3ksiuELESfJ9wPP8tqrV_vJmAn9D7uG1NOclM/s0/Insecure+Writers+Support+Group+Badge.jpg" width="320" /></a></div></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"></div></span><div><div><div style="font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://www.insecurewriterssupportgroup.com/" target="_blank">The Insecure Writer’s Support Group</a></span></span></div><span><span style="font-size: large;"></span></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><span><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><b>Purpose:</b><span> To share and encourage. Writers can express doubts and concerns without fear of appearing foolish or weak. Those who have been through the fire can offer assistance and guidance. It’s a safe haven for insecure writers of all kinds!</span></span></div></span><span style="font-family: inherit;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Posting:</b> The first Wednesday of every month is officially <a href="https://www.insecurewriterssupportgroup.com/p/iwsg-sign-up.html" target="_blank">Insecure Writer’s Support Group</a> day. Post your thoughts on your own blog. Talk about your doubts and the fears you have conquered. Discuss your struggles and triumphs. Offer a word of encouragement for others who are struggling. Visit others in the group and connect with your fellow writer - aim for a dozen new people each time. 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text-align: -webkit-center;"><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/group/show/109994-nancy-gideon-by-moonlight" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: medium;">Goodreads “Nancy Gideon by Moonlight” group</span></a></div><div style="font-size: medium;"><br /></div><span style="color: black; font-size: small; text-align: -webkit-center;"><script>!function(d,s,id){var js,fjs=d.getElementsByTagName(s)[0];if(!d.getElementById(id)){js=d.createElement(s);js.id=id;js.src="//platform.twitter.com/widgets.js";fjs.parentNode.insertBefore(js,fjs);}}(document,"script","twitter-wjs");</script></span></div></span></div></span></div></div></div></div></div>Nancy Gideonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07493107610530282642noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812763750431392902.post-32139974105407143042024-02-04T00:01:00.003-05:002024-02-04T00:01:00.136-05:00WeWriWa: Bring It Spring – I have a Book to Finish!<div class="box"><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz2HLGx-fz79_pObqhJr10lqkLmbeN23gUloYTTuIMQeSORDaSBbloy0oc9AlmaFqiDCJwlX2-5mYbLQsOUNUFTd_xzkWfUVTgC1I97N4eB7IqxGk_GSZSgJkqRbsxvmOtP3WJ1H7I5mi0TfiiHNbq4_i6seLVP76Lqem0f83JxAP9wgksOLHfWqZkRyY/s768/02-04-24%20groundhog%20graphic.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="495" data-original-width="768" height="412" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz2HLGx-fz79_pObqhJr10lqkLmbeN23gUloYTTuIMQeSORDaSBbloy0oc9AlmaFqiDCJwlX2-5mYbLQsOUNUFTd_xzkWfUVTgC1I97N4eB7IqxGk_GSZSgJkqRbsxvmOtP3WJ1H7I5mi0TfiiHNbq4_i6seLVP76Lqem0f83JxAP9wgksOLHfWqZkRyY/w640-h412/02-04-24%20groundhog%20graphic.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">I’ve never been so sad to see our chubby little groundhog friend – because I’d promised myself I’d have my new historical finished by the first day of spring and it’s coming early. I thought I’d have six more weeks! Truth be told, I’ve been hibernating instead of writing, telling myself that I needed to read through all five books of my Bass Family historical series before finishing the final (maybe!) book. It HAS been a wonderful journey but now I’m ready to get back to the keyboard. Here’s a sample from <b><i><span style="color: red;">HER TEXAS HERO</span>.</i></b> (These aren’t the main characters of the story in this scene but they play an important role in complicating it!).</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="font-size: x-large; text-align: left;"><span style="color: red; font-size: large;"><div style="color: black; font-size: medium;"><span face="-apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, "Helvetica Neue", Arial, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, "Apple Color Emoji", "Segoe UI Emoji", "Segoe UI Symbol", "Noto Color Emoji"" style="background-color: #f9f9f9; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bolder;"><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="font-size: medium;"><div style="background-color: red; box-sizing: border-box; margin-bottom: 5px; text-align: center;"><h2><span style="color: #444444;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit; font-size: 30px; font-weight: 400;"> The Excerpt </span></span></h2></div></div></span></span></div></span></div><div style="font-size: x-large; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span></div><div style="font-size: x-large; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span></div><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large; text-align: left;"><div></div><blockquote><span id="docs-internal-guid-c8ec34c5-7fff-ce9b-5ed7-b7ad6467a03b"><span id="docs-internal-guid-7c49b90d-7fff-8a4f-78e4-9e2385978d2f"><span id="docs-internal-guid-f04fc262-7fff-f69b-4462-1c5d376c7a1c"><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Ah, there she is, the picture of piety, your privileged pet, that Malloy girl, making her evening sabbatical to the fountain.”</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Father Bartholomew looked up from his ledgers to the nun standing at his window, knowing from the soft, unmistakable censure edging Sister Mary Helene’s observation, to whom she referred. Shadowed there against the dark glass, her skeletal frame hung with black, Mary Helene reminded him once again of the gaunt birds of prey circling against a searing sky in hopes of fresh carrion, and nothing would make the sour-faced nun more rapturous than having the next-to-bleached bones of Martine Malloy beneath her cruel talons. </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Disliking the woman’s tone as much as her insinuation, he arched an admonishing brow and corrected, “She is God’s child, not mine, Sister, and all are equal in my eyes as they are in His.”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">She might have made a harrumphing sound discreetly covered by the clearing of her throat before muttering, “She may be equal in God’s eyes, but her own opinion of herself has her a bit more equal than others.”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Like a parent listening to an older sibling’s list of a younger’s transgressions, he tried to be tolerant, but with the massive amount of work awaiting him before he could seek slumber, on this night, his patience wore woefully thin, making him chastise, “That is a harsh accusation, Sister, so you must have strong evidence to risk such possible slander.”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The sister faced him then, a shadow of uncertainty scurrying across her severe features as she realized that she’d gone too far in voicing her bitterness, but because she’d been at the convent school longer than most could remember, she felt a certain security in speaking her mind, even before her own superior. “I have given you evidence, and you have chosen not to act upon it.”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Minor indiscretions that would be easily corrected and forgiven in another. Taking in spirited foundlings who balk beneath our rules is nothing new here, so what is it about this particular girl that upsets you so?” </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><i><span style="color: red;">( . . . and a bit more . . .)</span></i></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Father Bartholomew didn’t need her explanation. Martine Malloy was young, fresh, and beautiful, from a wealthy family and exclusive upbringing. She’d leave the grit of West Texas behind for a gilded society future. When her father sent for her, it would be to form an advantageous marriage into which she would bring her money and her virginity. Mary Helene would have none of those things. She would never leave this hot, dismal place, and at this bitter moment, she was all that she would ever be. Resentment for that fact, and the young woman who was an ever-present reminder, ate at her like a consumptive fever. </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“She does not belong here, Father. Surely you must see that. She has no intention of surrendering herself to a life of sacrifice and duty, and her attitude mocks those of us who have.”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">He rose from behind his desk and crossed to the window. A tall, powerfully built man, he knew his stature intimidated as much as his standing within the clergy. Just as his good looks conflicted with the oft-held image of a man of the cloth. When he drew near her, the shrewish sister ducked her head as an agitated flush of color rose then faded in her sallow cheeks. He was used to the effect and was not above manipulating it to his advantage. But taunting Sister Mary Helene with her own repressed desires held no entertainment once he beheld Martine Malloy kneeling in the moonlight.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">A face that could make angels weep. Or launch a thousand ships. No wonder Mary Helene and the other dried-up nuns at the convent hated her so. </span></p></span></span></span></blockquote></span><div></div></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="text-align: left;">Shakespeare said it best (but apparently not first!): “Oh, what a tangled web we weave when first we practice to deceive.” HTH is all about stepping into different roles for different, and often desperate, reasons. So, now that I have to write faster, I’d better get back at it . . . right after I read your posts.</span><br style="text-align: left;" /><br style="text-align: left;" /><span style="text-align: left;">Happy Spring!!</span></span></div><div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><div><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM1TNBWdr25e61Jn1vuw1eUyU40ts3cS045OgwYzibGNiyXaG6IPZDu4am8uT3soRCrQIc4lWG9WtYM-9C0CuD7Hcx5XmeKi0TCRQ346PePuSnKzZ6NJ0Xf_4B0_4Wq6rx0WKJrQ9Dz3w/s573/WeWriWa+Badge.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"><img border="0" data-original-height="573" data-original-width="573" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM1TNBWdr25e61Jn1vuw1eUyU40ts3cS045OgwYzibGNiyXaG6IPZDu4am8uT3soRCrQIc4lWG9WtYM-9C0CuD7Hcx5XmeKi0TCRQ346PePuSnKzZ6NJ0Xf_4B0_4Wq6rx0WKJrQ9Dz3w/w320-h320/WeWriWa+Badge.png" width="320" /></a></div></span><div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://wewriwa.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Weekend Writing Warriors</a> is a weekly hop for everyone who loves to write! 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What a place to get lost – my favorite place. No lines, no waiting, no getting out of your sweatpants. A bit like Michigan, at the moment. But as long as I have electricity and an idea, let those cold winds blow – below zero. I’m on a hot streak (not to be confused with hot flash, which would keep me a lot warmer!). At the moment, that heat is coming from Texas and the scorch of my fingers hurrying over the keys as I, <i>AT LAST,</i> get back to my favorite project – the newest book in my Bass family Texas historical series. Let me introduce you to my heroine, the feisty Martine Malloy who feels trapped, not only by her absent father’s dictates, but by circumstances she can’t escape . . . or can she?</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHJqdm_BYUrr_r-UaTFIMj1h2mU34D3JG_nqxMgx6P-smlllXntd1gdVMMJgXPenewEaaJAJwl2kHMqfD66qPRPbR2wqqmxm1Kdyua6-Tw5ZUaBMUoTbUy0uKRyY7QWWpTxvSt_1XQCvsKZE98QFi4Cdc4ONug-qGc4HZbANfYRlrFOkB8u02NMzfGgnc/s3013/01-14-24%20Texas%20Books%20Ready%20to%20Reread.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3013" data-original-width="2999" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHJqdm_BYUrr_r-UaTFIMj1h2mU34D3JG_nqxMgx6P-smlllXntd1gdVMMJgXPenewEaaJAJwl2kHMqfD66qPRPbR2wqqmxm1Kdyua6-Tw5ZUaBMUoTbUy0uKRyY7QWWpTxvSt_1XQCvsKZE98QFi4Cdc4ONug-qGc4HZbANfYRlrFOkB8u02NMzfGgnc/w638-h640/01-14-24%20Texas%20Books%20Ready%20to%20Reread.jpg" width="638" /></a></div></div></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="font-size: x-large; text-align: left;"><span style="color: red; font-size: large;"><div style="color: black; font-size: medium;"><span face="-apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, "Helvetica Neue", Arial, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, "Apple Color Emoji", "Segoe UI Emoji", "Segoe UI Symbol", "Noto Color Emoji"" style="background-color: #f9f9f9; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bolder;"><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="font-size: medium;"><div style="background-color: red; box-sizing: border-box; margin-bottom: 5px; text-align: center;"><h2><span style="color: #444444;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit; font-size: 30px; font-weight: 400;"> The Excerpt </span></span></h2></div></div></span></span></div></span></div><div style="font-size: x-large; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span></div><div style="font-size: x-large; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span></div><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large; text-align: left;"><div></div><blockquote><span id="docs-internal-guid-c8ec34c5-7fff-ce9b-5ed7-b7ad6467a03b"><span id="docs-internal-guid-7c49b90d-7fff-8a4f-78e4-9e2385978d2f"><span id="docs-internal-guid-f04fc262-7fff-f69b-4462-1c5d376c7a1c"><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Finally! With news from the outside world pressed close to her rapidly beating heart, Martine tried to concentrate on the recitation of the rosary, on the words, on the meaning behind them to show proper reverence as she’d been taught—often at the end of a switch—but there wasn’t much patience left in her restless soul. God would understand. He’d made only so many perfect souls and hers was not one of them. He was much more understanding than Sister Mary Helena, who even now watched for her slightest deviation from the twilight catechisms. Sister Mary Helena whose love of God was sometimes surpassed by her fondness for meting out punishment in His name.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">But risking punishment was worth the reward.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Her uncle’s communications kept her from madness. Unlike the meek and humble Agnes who knelt at her side, Martine was as suited to the non-secular life as an exotic bromeliad in sunbaked Texas soil. The endless hours, days, weeks, now years of silence, reflection, and self-discipline had her crawling inside her skin while resentment festered within her heart. Not toward God, or the genuine kindnesses shown her inside this temporary home, but against the circumstances holding her captive, away from her true family.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">. . . </span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">and a bit more</span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> . . . </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">She hugged that link to them close beneath her breast, now able to ignore the rough stone cutting into her knees and the incensed air that had her head aching. Escape was near. At least, escape for the heart and mind if not yet the body.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span id="docs-internal-guid-c974f3ba-7fff-aba1-3a4d-df50bcd03e70"></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">When the pealing tone of the steeple bell brought dismissal to go about evening routines, Martine followed the orderly line from the chapel into the dry warmth of late day. While the others headed in flock-like obedience toward their sparse supper, Martine and Agnes slipped away, hurrying with heads bowed toward the barrack-like dormitory where they shared a Spartan room with four more young women. All was silent within the warmed adobe walls, the others intent upon feeding the body while Martine could think only of satisfying her starving soul.</span></p></span></span></span></blockquote></span><div></div></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">It feels wonderful to be doing original work again – work that will end cap my Texas series (at least for now . . .). Let those wintery winds blow. I’m wrapped up in my writing and it keeps me warm.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">How’s your January going?</span></div><div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><div><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM1TNBWdr25e61Jn1vuw1eUyU40ts3cS045OgwYzibGNiyXaG6IPZDu4am8uT3soRCrQIc4lWG9WtYM-9C0CuD7Hcx5XmeKi0TCRQ346PePuSnKzZ6NJ0Xf_4B0_4Wq6rx0WKJrQ9Dz3w/s573/WeWriWa+Badge.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"><img border="0" data-original-height="573" data-original-width="573" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM1TNBWdr25e61Jn1vuw1eUyU40ts3cS045OgwYzibGNiyXaG6IPZDu4am8uT3soRCrQIc4lWG9WtYM-9C0CuD7Hcx5XmeKi0TCRQ346PePuSnKzZ6NJ0Xf_4B0_4Wq6rx0WKJrQ9Dz3w/w320-h320/WeWriWa+Badge.png" width="320" /></a></div></span><div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://wewriwa.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Weekend Writing Warriors</a> is a weekly hop for everyone who loves to write! 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HER TEXAS HERO<div class="box"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Yee Haw! I’m back at the computer working on a new book!! And the best thing about it . . . It’s like coming home again.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR18q7ws-jUaCOWzLqWI2tzQCAV6jlgJlGTyZYCoJlRff-I0p13nl9xYUEigqbeAq-2Gm6lMCxwV6TNh0xf6N1I4lU0yuyM2OuidTEkKJuZFbzskwkbKlY8yIqh1jcECbhHi4OcTHRjTWybTDWgE2ZpaQdQVf-aZz10B6a3lXbhGwjZtw6aUC2jyFgwWc/s940/01-14-23%20Bass%20Reissues.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="788" data-original-width="940" height="536" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR18q7ws-jUaCOWzLqWI2tzQCAV6jlgJlGTyZYCoJlRff-I0p13nl9xYUEigqbeAq-2Gm6lMCxwV6TNh0xf6N1I4lU0yuyM2OuidTEkKJuZFbzskwkbKlY8yIqh1jcECbhHi4OcTHRjTWybTDWgE2ZpaQdQVf-aZz10B6a3lXbhGwjZtw6aUC2jyFgwWc/w640-h536/01-14-23%20Bass%20Reissues.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;">It’s a great thing to have history with your characters. The Bass family from my Texas historical series and I go way back to the early 1990’s when my new editor – a MAN! – asked for a new series and wanted to see what I was working on. What we ended up with was a five-book series that had me spending three years “in” the scorch of West Texas in the late 1800s. From tracking outlaws in the wild Big Bend of Texas to taming the waltz in a New York ballroom, it’s been quite the journey for Harmon and Amanda Bass and their family, one I’ll be sharing with you in this new year as I continue working on a new addition to the series! I don’t have a cover yet, but I can give you a taste of what you can find between it . . . Meet Randall Bass.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><span><div style="text-align: center;"></div><p></p></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="font-size: x-large; text-align: left;"><span style="color: red; font-size: large;"><div style="color: black; font-size: medium;"><span face="-apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, "Helvetica Neue", Arial, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, "Apple Color Emoji", "Segoe UI Emoji", "Segoe UI Symbol", "Noto Color Emoji"" style="background-color: #f9f9f9; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bolder;"><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="font-size: medium;"><div style="background-color: red; box-sizing: border-box; margin-bottom: 5px; text-align: center;"><h2><span style="color: #444444;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit; font-size: 30px; font-weight: 400;"> The Excerpt </span></span></h2></div></div></span></span></div></span></div><div style="font-size: x-large; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span></div><div style="font-size: x-large; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span></div><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large; text-align: left;"><div></div><blockquote><span id="docs-internal-guid-c8ec34c5-7fff-ce9b-5ed7-b7ad6467a03b"><span id="docs-internal-guid-7c49b90d-7fff-8a4f-78e4-9e2385978d2f"><span id="docs-internal-guid-f04fc262-7fff-f69b-4462-1c5d376c7a1c"><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">What had he been thinking?</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Cuba</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">. What the hell did he know about Cuba? </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">He knew Texas and horses and how to woo women. He’d known where he came from and what was expected of him almost since the day he was born practically in the middle of this yard while his mama and his gravely wounded daddy braced a band of blood-thirsty Apache out for Jack’s hair. Only his daddy’s big knife and mother’s unfaltering bravado stopped them. This was their land, to be his land, and he shared their pride and possessive desire to hold it. </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Like his daddy, he didn’t care two hoots about the fortune that awaited him. He would have traded it without a thought for what his father had. Contentment. Satisfaction. Love. And because he didn’t think any of those three things were going to ride down out of the distant Chisos to introduce themselves to him while he was cleaning out the barn, he’d started wondering how far he’d have to go to find them. </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span id="docs-internal-guid-314b3565-7fff-9467-eebf-e703fcdab816"></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Even if he hurt those he had to leave behind.</span></p></span></span></span></blockquote></span><div></div></div><span style="font-size: large;">Another great benefit from getting back into the series . . . rereading books I just love.</span><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdCEWKWwlUreFUUxV78TmFwhTGpbrE9ZY75pw53tEb5tQjF41nmLFG5Q753vx7Ltr1kvTlOxPi1rf7Mvci7e0PBU89Nbwp3C2OkELAqC7PyIxfr1auKxta0ABVhT_6JqYySrs6Uc5Vh_9demdYyZQ5Jv3CyKMt8DQy_4EfGlPblQYGq_VNimHmjtJZ2wk/s3013/01-14-23%20Texas%20Books%20Ready%20to%20Reread.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3013" data-original-width="2999" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdCEWKWwlUreFUUxV78TmFwhTGpbrE9ZY75pw53tEb5tQjF41nmLFG5Q753vx7Ltr1kvTlOxPi1rf7Mvci7e0PBU89Nbwp3C2OkELAqC7PyIxfr1auKxta0ABVhT_6JqYySrs6Uc5Vh_9demdYyZQ5Jv3CyKMt8DQy_4EfGlPblQYGq_VNimHmjtJZ2wk/w638-h640/01-14-23%20Texas%20Books%20Ready%20to%20Reread.jpg" width="638" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">We’re under a huge Winter Storm Alert here in Michigan with an expected 5-7 more inches of snow settling in atop the 4-6 inches we already have with frigid 20-ish degree temps. 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All the fuss and furious industry of the holiday season is over. Decorations are repacked and heading down to storage, holiday CDs are out of my car, the tree is bare and ready to be broken down. Sigh . . . it’s hard to say goodbye to my favorite time of year. Unless there’s something to look forward to. And this year, I’m going Green. I’m recycling! Look out, Book Backlist – Here I come! I’m putting you back to work!</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">While I wait to hear from my new editor on a new two-book contemporary submission (Welcome to HQ, Emma! I’ll miss you, Patience!!), I’m housecleaning. Time to start reissuing that backlist. And a great place to start is with my <b>“By Moonlight”</b> shapeshifter series. While book four, <b><i><span style="color: red;">BOUND BY MOONLIGHT</span>,</i></b> is getting its final packaging tweaks, I’m diving into one of my favorites from all 80 of my titles. <b><i><span style="color: red;">HUNTER OF SHADOWS</span></i></b> brings a new hero into the <b>“By Moonlight”</b> world, and shapeshifter/NOPD cop Silas MacCreedy is a delightfully smart and hunky surprise . . . to both me and the hard-as-nails assassin he stumbles upon by eye-opening accident. Here’s a taste . . .</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjepa4AUw7dGHnznPZVfTE5sokjPmh7lJQnNiXtRlvRctE69YnSJPWFWO1_hTjhyq4iZylViBIjlvEUiEebivfQ4KsbWX5OH7UsOeYrOkLncskGMmvpk16V-A_bfDZcOoaRG8afvcaK7hFV9PjdmPh-Gcb3q2X5oy4h47z2Fj3CCvFJWCagZdEvk0FrQ8U/s900/Hunter%20of%20Shadows.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="900" data-original-width="561" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjepa4AUw7dGHnznPZVfTE5sokjPmh7lJQnNiXtRlvRctE69YnSJPWFWO1_hTjhyq4iZylViBIjlvEUiEebivfQ4KsbWX5OH7UsOeYrOkLncskGMmvpk16V-A_bfDZcOoaRG8afvcaK7hFV9PjdmPh-Gcb3q2X5oy4h47z2Fj3CCvFJWCagZdEvk0FrQ8U/s16000/Hunter%20of%20Shadows.jpg" /></a></div></div><span><div style="text-align: center;"><div><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://a.co/d/2fGdubT" target="_blank">Amazon</a></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Published: November 29, 2011</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Length: 418 Pages</span></div><div><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/10846905-hunter-of-shadows" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: large;">Add to Goodreads TBR→</span></a></div></div><p></p></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="font-size: x-large; text-align: left;"><span style="color: red; font-size: large;"><div style="color: black; font-size: medium;"><span face="-apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, "Helvetica Neue", Arial, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, "Apple Color Emoji", "Segoe UI Emoji", "Segoe UI Symbol", "Noto Color Emoji"" style="background-color: #f9f9f9; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bolder;"><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="font-size: medium;"><div style="background-color: red; box-sizing: border-box; margin-bottom: 5px; text-align: center;"><h2><span style="color: #444444;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit; font-size: 30px; font-weight: 400;"> The Excerpt </span></span></h2></div></div></span></span></div></span></div><div style="font-size: x-large; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span></div><div style="font-size: x-large; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span></div><span style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"><div style="font-size: x-large;"></div><blockquote><span id="docs-internal-guid-c8ec34c5-7fff-ce9b-5ed7-b7ad6467a03b"><span id="docs-internal-guid-7c49b90d-7fff-8a4f-78e4-9e2385978d2f"><span id="docs-internal-guid-f04fc262-7fff-f69b-4462-1c5d376c7a1c" style="font-size: large;"><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">There was no change in his tone, but Nica felt his focus move from flirtatiously personal to professional high ground. Her eyes narrowed slightly. She didn’t want to consider him a threat that she’d have to deal with in a manner not quite as enjoyable as this meeting had been so far. </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">“I’m working as a waitress at <i>Cheveux de Chien.</i>”</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">He wasn’t buying it. “And you can afford a posh place like this on tips?”</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">“I’m very frugal with my money.”</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">“And with your facts.”</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">“Is this going to be an interrogation, or would you like to come inside so it can develop into something more pleasant?” Her body language altering ever so slightly, she leaned toward him with a hint of invitation, her lips parting, her gaze warming suggestively. </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">In response, his posture changed as well, straightening to put a cautious distance between them. It took Nica a moment to realize he was refusing her offer. </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><i><span style="color: red;">( . . . and a teasy bit more . . . )</span></i></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit; white-space-collapse: preserve;">She laughed to cover her surprise . . . and disappointment. Honorable males were so difficult. Especially when they were smart.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">“Why did you coax those men into the alley to kill them?”</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">She blinked in pretended surprise. “Why would you think that? Those men attacked me. You saw that for yourself. Who knows what might have happened if you hadn’t come along when you did.”</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">“I suspect that’s what LaRoche’s men are asking themselves now that they have had four bodies to contend with. I not sure what you are, but innocent isn’t one of them.”</span></span></p></span></span></span></blockquote></span><div></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">He’s got her number. Let’s hope she doesn’t decided to make him unlisted! I’ll keep you posted on the timeframe for reissues and updates on the romantic suspense hopefuls.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Happy 2024!</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM1TNBWdr25e61Jn1vuw1eUyU40ts3cS045OgwYzibGNiyXaG6IPZDu4am8uT3soRCrQIc4lWG9WtYM-9C0CuD7Hcx5XmeKi0TCRQ346PePuSnKzZ6NJ0Xf_4B0_4Wq6rx0WKJrQ9Dz3w/s573/WeWriWa+Badge.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"><img border="0" data-original-height="573" data-original-width="573" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM1TNBWdr25e61Jn1vuw1eUyU40ts3cS045OgwYzibGNiyXaG6IPZDu4am8uT3soRCrQIc4lWG9WtYM-9C0CuD7Hcx5XmeKi0TCRQ346PePuSnKzZ6NJ0Xf_4B0_4Wq6rx0WKJrQ9Dz3w/w320-h320/WeWriWa+Badge.png" width="320" /></a></div></span><div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://wewriwa.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Weekend Writing Warriors</a> is a weekly hop for everyone who loves to write! Share an 8 to 10 sentence snippet of your writing on Sunday. Visit other participants on the list and read, critique, and comment on their #8sunday posts.</span></div></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>Spread the word, share the love, warriors - Hashtag #8sunday.</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><br /></i></b></div></span></span><div><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="font-size: medium;"><hr style="background-color: white; background-image: linear-gradient(to right, rgba(0, 0, 0, 0), rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.75), rgba(0, 0, 0, 0)); border: 0px; box-sizing: content-box; color: #555555; font-family: "PT Sans", sans-serif; font-size: 15px; height: 1px; margin-bottom: 20px; margin-top: 20px; text-align: justify;" /></div></span></span><h1 style="text-align: center;">Nancy on the Web</h1><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><center><div><a href="http://nancygideon.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Blog</a> <span style="line-height: 16.8667px;">| </span><a href="https://www.facebook.com/NancyGideonAuthor" target="_blank">Facebook</a> <span style="line-height: 16.8667px;">| </span><a href="https://twitter.com/Gideon2Nancy" target="_blank">Twitter</a> <span style="line-height: 16.8667px;">| </span><a href="http://www.pinterest.com/nancygideon/" target="_blank">Pinterest</a> <span style="line-height: 16.8667px;">| <a href="https://www.instagram.com/nancygideon615/" target="_blank">Instagram</a> </span>| <a href="https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCl1ZVFAkNMUsWwdGqu2w41w/" target="_blank">YouTube</a> |<span style="line-height: 16.8667px;"> </span><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/282919.Nancy_Gideon" target="_blank">Goodreads</a> <span style="line-height: 16.8667px;">| </span><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Nancy-Gideon/e/B001H9PV8E/ref=la_B001H9PV8E_pg_1?rh=n%3A283155%2Cp_82%3AB001H9PV8E&ie=UTF8&qid=1403088685" target="_blank">Amazon</a></div><div><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/group/show/109994-nancy-gideon-by-moonlight" target="_blank">Goodreads “Nancy Gideon by Moonlight” group</a></div><span style="font-size: small;"><script>!function(d,s,id){var js,fjs=d.getElementsByTagName(s)[0];if(!d.getElementById(id)){js=d.createElement(s);js.id=id;js.src="//platform.twitter.com/widgets.js";fjs.parentNode.insertBefore(js,fjs);}}(document,"script","twitter-wjs");</script></span></center></span></span></div><div><br /><br /></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Nancy Gideonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07493107610530282642noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812763750431392902.post-63425521671637563012024-01-03T00:01:00.003-05:002024-01-03T00:01:00.182-05:00IWSG: Hollar Back . . . What Goes Around Comes Around. Your BookBub Best Buddy.<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH96B9Xx9fuoCqh7NqigGyTNn-h9kbpaaIFS6DhtjCkJ7yGh-JJKsL-R2w_PCU08ChxRZtLdklRp1h-s6xWeldIIrsCAp6363lR9LmYm3ksiuELESfJ9wPP8tqrV_vJmAn9D7uG1NOclM/s320/Insecure+Writers+Support+Group+Badge.jpg" style="font-size: x-large; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="315" data-original-width="320" height="315" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH96B9Xx9fuoCqh7NqigGyTNn-h9kbpaaIFS6DhtjCkJ7yGh-JJKsL-R2w_PCU08ChxRZtLdklRp1h-s6xWeldIIrsCAp6363lR9LmYm3ksiuELESfJ9wPP8tqrV_vJmAn9D7uG1NOclM/s0/Insecure+Writers+Support+Group+Badge.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Whew! We made it to 2024! Am I the only one who got a tad bit nervous over the past couple of years? With so many bastions of entertainment and retail going under, the future for us as authors seemed somewhat tenuous at best. But two things stayed certain and strong – writers cannot NOT write, and readers LOVE to read! Even though we lost face-to-face touch with our fans, they were always close virtually, especially when the world around us shut down. Many, like myself, found escape in the pages of a novel. And many of those novels found a path to readers’ hands via virtual means, <a href="https://www.bookbub.com/authors/nancy-gideon" target="_blank">BookBub</a> being one of them.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.bookbub.com/authors/nancy-gideon" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"><img border="0" data-original-height="250" data-original-width="637" height="126" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixn0zT-dIZmTGISxpx7F32me8c6ZgfJ0sR8f8iszRm7nrWWtHsPaFQw00J4EbMx94ltZsYhEtqaQPLsK3i-K9X6XxReJ0_DxkROgej-io1XvakFJzcWSmT0ZjYpnoQYlxwlGjo0oCdejZKauY-Z8jSu0cZ0DRLSDqG8EICoAncGwhXLcd3vlqn3IJOwW4/s320/BookBub.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /></div><span id="docs-internal-guid-927033e5-7fff-3382-8b81-00e6d0d78a69"><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: justify;">January 3 question: <i><span style="color: red;">Do you follow back your readers on BookBub or do you only follow back other authors?</span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">When self-publishing went wild, giving anyone with a keyboard an opportunity to become an “author,” it became imperative for writers to establish a connection with their readers so as not to become just a faint flickering light in the glut of fast-track fiction. BookBub, in its infancy, was one of the first places I gained notice as an author by following my readers. And it’s one of the first places I went to learn how to promote myself as an author by following other authors. And, more importantly, how to gain readers. BookBub has grown HUGE! And with volume came cost – to get noticed, to announce sales/deals, etc. A natural progression when a resource attains credibility.</div></span></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">With NY struggling under the pressure to keep pace with glut of $0.99/Free titles, the affordability and accessibility to avenues of promo became a rat race, but through it all, BookBub remained a friend to authors . . . a friend I’d lost touch with until now. BB is back in my arsenal to gain notice.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Now, to get those two books sitting with my new editor sold so I can renew that friendship!!</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">How about you? Which venues have you found to be the most accessible and helpful?</span></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH96B9Xx9fuoCqh7NqigGyTNn-h9kbpaaIFS6DhtjCkJ7yGh-JJKsL-R2w_PCU08ChxRZtLdklRp1h-s6xWeldIIrsCAp6363lR9LmYm3ksiuELESfJ9wPP8tqrV_vJmAn9D7uG1NOclM/s320/Insecure+Writers+Support+Group+Badge.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="315" data-original-width="320" height="315" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH96B9Xx9fuoCqh7NqigGyTNn-h9kbpaaIFS6DhtjCkJ7yGh-JJKsL-R2w_PCU08ChxRZtLdklRp1h-s6xWeldIIrsCAp6363lR9LmYm3ksiuELESfJ9wPP8tqrV_vJmAn9D7uG1NOclM/s0/Insecure+Writers+Support+Group+Badge.jpg" width="320" /></a></div></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"></div></span><div><div><div style="font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://www.insecurewriterssupportgroup.com/" target="_blank">The Insecure Writer’s Support Group</a></span></span></div><span><span style="font-size: large;"></span></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><span><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><b>Purpose:</b><span> To share and encourage. Writers can express doubts and concerns without fear of appearing foolish or weak. Those who have been through the fire can offer assistance and guidance. It’s a safe haven for insecure writers of all kinds!</span></span></div></span><span style="font-family: inherit;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>Posting:</b> The first Wednesday of every month is officially <a href="https://www.insecurewriterssupportgroup.com/p/iwsg-sign-up.html" target="_blank">Insecure Writer’s Support Group</a> day. Post your thoughts on your own blog. Talk about your doubts and the fears you have conquered. Discuss your struggles and triumphs. Offer a word of encouragement for others who are struggling. Visit others in the group and connect with your fellow writer - aim for a dozen new people each time. The awesome co-hosts for the January 3rd posting of the IWSG will be are <a href="https://joylenebutler.com/blog" target="_blank">Joylene Nowell Butler,</a> <a href="https://olgagodim.wordpress.com/" target="_blank">Olga Godim,</a> <a href="https://pensivepenspost.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Diedre Knight,</a> and <a href="http://www.literaryrambles.com/" target="_blank">Natalie Aguirre</a>!</div></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Let’s rock the neurotic writing world!</span></div><span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Twitter hashtag is #IWSG</span></div></span></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: left;"><div><div><div><span><div style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-size: medium; 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font-size: x-large;"><b><i>To join the IWSG Blog Hop and view the List of Hop Participants!</i></b></span></div><div style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div><span style="color: red;"><div style="color: black; font-size: medium; text-align: center;"><hr style="background-color: white; background-image: linear-gradient(to right, rgba(0, 0, 0, 0), rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.75), rgba(0, 0, 0, 0)); border: 0px; box-sizing: content-box; color: #555555; font-family: "PT Sans", sans-serif; font-size: 15px; height: 1px; margin-bottom: 20px; margin-top: 20px; text-align: justify;" /></div><div><div style="color: black; text-align: -webkit-center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://www.facebook.com/NancyGideonAuthor" target="_blank">Facebook</a> <span style="line-height: 16.8667px;">| </span><a href="https://twitter.com/Gideon2Nancy" target="_blank">Twitter</a> <span style="line-height: 16.8667px;">| </span><a href="http://www.pinterest.com/nancygideon/" target="_blank">Pinterest</a> <span style="line-height: 16.8667px;">| <a href="https://www.instagram.com/nancygideon615/" target="_blank">Instagram</a> </span>| <a href="https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCl1ZVFAkNMUsWwdGqu2w41w/" target="_blank">YouTube</a> |<span style="line-height: 16.8667px;"> </span><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/282919.Nancy_Gideon" target="_blank">Goodreads</a> <span style="line-height: 16.8667px;">| </span><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Nancy-Gideon/e/B001H9PV8E/ref=la_B001H9PV8E_pg_1?rh=n%3A283155%2Cp_82%3AB001H9PV8E&ie=UTF8&qid=1403088685" target="_blank">Amazon</a></span></div><div style="color: black; text-align: -webkit-center;"><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/group/show/109994-nancy-gideon-by-moonlight" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: medium;">Goodreads “Nancy Gideon by Moonlight” group</span></a></div><div style="font-size: medium;"><br /></div><span style="color: black; font-size: small; text-align: -webkit-center;"><script>!function(d,s,id){var js,fjs=d.getElementsByTagName(s)[0];if(!d.getElementById(id)){js=d.createElement(s);js.id=id;js.src="//platform.twitter.com/widgets.js";fjs.parentNode.insertBefore(js,fjs);}}(document,"script","twitter-wjs");</script></span></div></span></div></span></div></div></div></div></div>Nancy Gideonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07493107610530282642noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812763750431392902.post-41757622685238071212023-12-17T00:01:00.001-05:002023-12-17T00:47:01.494-05:00WeWriWa: Cuddle up with a December Sale – TOTALLY YOURS now $0.99!!<div class="box"><div style="text-align: center;"><span id="docs-internal-guid-a938fca0-7fff-c36b-b55c-f0191eee78ad"><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzkke1wjadlTGsNAc8DMlCt0i0AknzlPsovNYFYSfgbr5OCvin84pecU8yYT_Z4ayTalA6Yrdg2W67K3VqUz30q3AaR4oP8aRidkkWzQrbG8BwItCCCsb1-2-P_7kxMTQDxL7Qa_rNreF01uLshPvOMJuDT_5XTOGmR5SOmvVHzEUaD3UxPFVZKdcQ5hE/s940/12-17-23%20Totally%20Yours.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="788" data-original-width="940" height="536" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzkke1wjadlTGsNAc8DMlCt0i0AknzlPsovNYFYSfgbr5OCvin84pecU8yYT_Z4ayTalA6Yrdg2W67K3VqUz30q3AaR4oP8aRidkkWzQrbG8BwItCCCsb1-2-P_7kxMTQDxL7Qa_rNreF01uLshPvOMJuDT_5XTOGmR5SOmvVHzEUaD3UxPFVZKdcQ5hE/w640-h536/12-17-23%20Totally%20Yours.jpg" width="640" /></a></p><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">When is the best time to think about tropical weather? When the frigid wind blows in another Michigan winter! Brrrr! I’m ready to snuggle under the covers with a SALE!! Travel with me on a dream cruise to the Caribbean with two unlikely lonely hearts - one a mega-successful entrepreneur and the other, the shy, resigned to being single winner of his lavish makeover vacation who has just discovered that her dream vacay comes with promotional strings attached – involving the dynamic businessman. Here’s a taste . . .</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Preview Book</span></div><center><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="550" sandbox="allow-scripts allow-same-origin allow-popups" src="https://read.amazon.com/kp/card?asin=B00M0TNW7M&preview=inline&linkCode=kpe&ref_=cm_sw_r_kb_dp_MXJH8TJTZGT95VFNKSWT" style="max-width: 100%;" type="text/html" width="336"></iframe></center><center><div><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Totally-Yours-Dana-Ransom-ebook/dp/B00M0TNW7M" target="_blank">Amazon</a> | <a href="https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/totally-yours-dana-ransom/1000144226?ean=9781611944976" target="_blank">Barnes & Noble</a> | <a href="https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/totally-yours" target="_blank">Kobo Books</a></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Published: July 23, 2014</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Length: 196 Pages</span></div><div><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/22818734-totally-yours" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: large;">Add to Goodreads TBR→</span></a></div></center><p></p></span></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="font-size: x-large; text-align: left;"><span style="color: red; font-size: large;"><div style="color: black; font-size: medium;"><span face="-apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, "Helvetica Neue", Arial, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, "Apple Color Emoji", "Segoe UI Emoji", "Segoe UI Symbol", "Noto Color Emoji"" style="background-color: #f9f9f9; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bolder;"><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="font-size: medium;"><div style="background-color: red; box-sizing: border-box; margin-bottom: 5px; text-align: center;"><h2><span style="color: #444444;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit; font-size: 30px; font-weight: 400;"> The Excerpt </span></span></h2></div></div></span></span></div></span></div><div style="font-size: x-large; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span></div><div style="font-size: x-large; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span></div><span style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"><div style="font-size: x-large;"></div><blockquote><span id="docs-internal-guid-c8ec34c5-7fff-ce9b-5ed7-b7ad6467a03b"><span id="docs-internal-guid-7c49b90d-7fff-8a4f-78e4-9e2385978d2f"><span id="docs-internal-guid-f04fc262-7fff-f69b-4462-1c5d376c7a1c" style="font-size: large;"><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Lisa took the 5 x 7s he extracted from his jacket pocket. They were some of the shots from the atrium and they looked as hot as the setting. The first was of her alone in the Jaccuzi, her hair up in a dark sexy disarray and skin gleamed with perspiration, not a trace of her bathing suit showing through the choppy water of the tub. She stared at it disbelieving for a long moment, as if that sultry model was someone she didn’t know. In the next picture she was with Harlan. She smiled because he looked so ridiculous plopped down in the center of the whirlpool in all his clothes, grinning like he didn’t care. Then she went to the next one and her smile faded.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">It was of them making the suggested eye contact. Her arms were around his neck and for all intents and purposes, she looked naked. But that wasn’t what shocked her. It wasn’t the way they looked, it was how they were doing the looking. </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><i><span style="color: red;">(…and a bit more…)</span></i></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Was that what everyone else had seen? The two of them so lost in each other they gave off more steam than the heated water? Dizzily, Lisa realized the photo stripped bare all the complexities of her heart, right down to the urgent hunger that gleamed in her eyes and was reflected back in Harlan’s.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">A strange hollow sensation stirred in her stomach as if the bottom had fallen out of it. She’d once heard that a camera didn’t lie. Was this the truth, then? Was this what lay beneath the confusion Harlan incited, this graphic display of sweltering desire? Her whole body felt weak. Her emotions churned like the tempestuous water and she couldn’t drag her eyes from that revealing exposé.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">“Has Harlan seen this yet?” Her voice was faint with anxiety.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">“Not yet.”</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">She rolled the photo between agitated hands. “I’d rather he didn’t see this one. I mean, it’s not as though you’d ever use it in the campaign. I wouldn’t want any wrong ideas—”</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Teddy held up his hand to curtail her awkward explanation. He didn’t need to hear it. What was in that picture was crystal clear. “Sure, Lisa. No problem.” As she smiled in limp gratitude, he didn’t have the heart to tell her that this was the mildest one of the three Moe had developed. The other two were in a stack in Harlan’s stateroom waiting for his attention. </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">And they’d get it, too.</span></span></p><div><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><br /></span></div></span></span></span></blockquote></span><div></div></div><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: justify;">The fun thing about <b><i><span style="color: red;">TOTALLY YOURS</span></i></b> is that I conceived of the idea in the Chicago airport waiting for a flight to be called to Miami where my sister, a friend, and I would be vacaying on an island cruise around the Caribbean. Over the next week, I’d sneak out of bed in our cabin, and while my two roommates slept, sat out on the windy terrace with either my laptop or a pad of paper and scribbled down dialog and scenes while the sun came up over the water! A dirty job, I know! Nothing like onsite research.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRIAwBn0GqLs2W9eGKv0et7qsRTXnj6WX0j1Teb_8QuI50ca4d-r1N2yRKmQegxXsOeM0DRfydoGKaHUlwGj55wR7CfD0MpT5XCYsF2t2QjTQNxSVbGOf3xlgOnMHzJo44DXu1qvg4fJo6tygyfQy36LjacJTFyAiWDWovt5sPnCjQydMVZpp9aFh2dg8/s1153/12-17-23%20Me%20cruising%20w%20laptop%20on%20patio.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="781" data-original-width="1153" height="434" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRIAwBn0GqLs2W9eGKv0et7qsRTXnj6WX0j1Teb_8QuI50ca4d-r1N2yRKmQegxXsOeM0DRfydoGKaHUlwGj55wR7CfD0MpT5XCYsF2t2QjTQNxSVbGOf3xlgOnMHzJo44DXu1qvg4fJo6tygyfQy36LjacJTFyAiWDWovt5sPnCjQydMVZpp9aFh2dg8/w640-h434/12-17-23%20Me%20cruising%20w%20laptop%20on%20patio.png" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">By the time we got back to Michigan, I had only to connect the scenes and do a final edit before submitting to my editor. I can safely say the research was the reward, and every time I read <b><i><span style="color: red;">TOTALLY YOURS</span>,</i></b> I’m right back there on that Lido Deck basking in the romance! Talk about a great mini-vacay!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Now, back to reality and read throughs of the Dana Ransom Western romances I’m going to be reissuing . . . 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I’ve long been of the opinion that a hero/heroine is only as strong as the adversary he or she goes up against. They push and trick and threaten and behave - well, badly. And I adore them! So much so that I’m devoting the last four weekends of 2023 to my Bad Boys!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">And the first (and undeniably my favorite!) is Gerardo Pasquale who was introduced as a schemingly villainous vampire sidekick in <b><i><span style="color: red;">MIDNIGHT KISS</span>.</i></b> He was so slick and oddly engaging that he stole the book out from under its main characters. Readers insisted he get a story of his own to explain what had turned him from the hero’s best friend to the charming side piece of my evil villainess. In <b><i><span style="color: red;">MIDNIGHT ENCHANTMENT</span>,</i></b> book four of the <b><i>“Midnight”</i></b> series, his tragic tale comes to light (moonlight not daylight!) . . . and it’s a heartbreaker. Here’s a taste . . .</div></span></div><div class="box"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="box"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifW1S2b67f8pmMG5kQeaqPWE45H8b9IbPyYExc_Uxq-COk4DbW7s5apV0zoRMxZdtF_TTsgcu9eXQ1MJWNhutc7thdUYU3zHFA_ijs5sFVdNTez2lHaFkeecHqUTCMfUBpsSxOLaoqPFaqw42zb_AE5RSE2YJ2xtjWRnpx-tWDexFd01C4nYrxDpjIlzo/s940/12-10-23%20Sink%20Your%20Teeth%20In%20and%20Enjoy.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="701" data-original-width="940" height="478" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifW1S2b67f8pmMG5kQeaqPWE45H8b9IbPyYExc_Uxq-COk4DbW7s5apV0zoRMxZdtF_TTsgcu9eXQ1MJWNhutc7thdUYU3zHFA_ijs5sFVdNTez2lHaFkeecHqUTCMfUBpsSxOLaoqPFaqw42zb_AE5RSE2YJ2xtjWRnpx-tWDexFd01C4nYrxDpjIlzo/w640-h478/12-10-23%20Sink%20Your%20Teeth%20In%20and%20Enjoy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Midnight-Enchantment-Touched-Book-ebook/dp/B004Z8274U" target="_blank">Amazon</a> | <a href="https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/midnight-enchantment-nancy-gideon/1100084580?ean=2940151106689" target="_blank">Barnes & Noble</a> | <a href="https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/midnight-enchantment-1" target="_blank">Kobo Books</a> | <a href="https://books.apple.com/us/book/midnight-enchantment/id1057065292" target="_blank">iBooks</a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Published: May 3, 2011</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Length: 230 Pages</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/2491992.Midnight_Enchantment" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: large;">Add to Goodreads TBR→</span></a></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="font-size: x-large; text-align: left;"><span style="color: red; font-size: large;"><div style="color: black; font-size: medium;"><span face="-apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, "Helvetica Neue", Arial, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, "Apple Color Emoji", "Segoe UI Emoji", "Segoe UI Symbol", "Noto Color Emoji"" style="background-color: #f9f9f9; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bolder;"><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="font-size: medium;"><div style="background-color: red; box-sizing: border-box; margin-bottom: 5px; text-align: center;"><h2><span style="color: #444444;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit; font-size: 30px; font-weight: 400;"> The Excerpt </span></span></h2></div></div></span></span></div></span></div><div style="font-size: x-large; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span></div><div style="font-size: x-large; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span></div><span style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"><div style="font-size: x-large;"></div><blockquote><span id="docs-internal-guid-c8ec34c5-7fff-ce9b-5ed7-b7ad6467a03b"><span id="docs-internal-guid-7c49b90d-7fff-8a4f-78e4-9e2385978d2f"><span id="docs-internal-guid-f04fc262-7fff-f69b-4462-1c5d376c7a1c" style="font-size: large;"><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">She’d stood at his open coffin staring down at him as he slept. He’d been maddeningly aware of her, of her scent, of her fear, of her hesitation. He’d felt her touch against his skin, hers so warm against his so cool. He could think of no position more vulnerable, other than perhaps having one’s head on a block with an executioner’s axe raised high. Nowhere to run, no way to resist whatever would follow, he was completely helpless, at the mercy of her intentions. Not knowing what they were was the most frightening of all.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Was he safe now that she knew where he spent his days? Even now as minutes ticked toward twilight with his secret exposed?</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span id="docs-internal-guid-84c308b3-7fff-70b5-0fac-718d0aa7259c"></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Would she touch him with such tenderness if she feared him, then close the lid if she meant him harm? Or was he being naively hopeful and she, just biding her time?</span></p></span></span></span></blockquote></span><div></div></div><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: justify;">Such tormenting questions from one so momentarily vulnerable. But Gerard is hardly helpless . . . except when love come into the picture. His rise to hero status is one of my most satisfying success stories.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Now how am I going to top that?</div></span><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM1TNBWdr25e61Jn1vuw1eUyU40ts3cS045OgwYzibGNiyXaG6IPZDu4am8uT3soRCrQIc4lWG9WtYM-9C0CuD7Hcx5XmeKi0TCRQ346PePuSnKzZ6NJ0Xf_4B0_4Wq6rx0WKJrQ9Dz3w/s573/WeWriWa+Badge.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"><img border="0" data-original-height="573" data-original-width="573" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM1TNBWdr25e61Jn1vuw1eUyU40ts3cS045OgwYzibGNiyXaG6IPZDu4am8uT3soRCrQIc4lWG9WtYM-9C0CuD7Hcx5XmeKi0TCRQ346PePuSnKzZ6NJ0Xf_4B0_4Wq6rx0WKJrQ9Dz3w/w320-h320/WeWriWa+Badge.png" width="320" /></a></div></span><div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://wewriwa.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Weekend Writing Warriors</a> is a weekly hop for everyone who loves to write! 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It’s been an odd year for continuity. That butt in chair, hands on keys habit drifted off during the pandemic era (Darn you, Netflix!) Now I’m back at the computer creating NEW words on a project that got shuffled to the back while getting two romantic suspense books out to an editor who was waiting for them. I’ve also gone back to some historicals I got the rights back to (well-reviewed books, I might add in the spirit of this month’s topic!) to take my mind off waiting – hopefully for some positive news.</span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Buut on to our topic:</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">December 6th question: Book reviews are for the readers. <i><span style="color: red;">When you leave a book review do you review for the Reader or the Author? Is it about what you liked and enjoyed about your reading experience, or do you critique the author?</span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span style="color: red;"><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6C3FFy-VPrZpP_s8vBwZfLrkigtZqi85ZgP5atstlnhK-eqsBvj_UFCwRm2vZtnpJHsKXrpHBeQIp0UPteO6A6EVhz4rTrYfCpaxZMTtm9zTeqxDT8gpcEOXqGj2YBE055pHIfdQROdvtF5ig-q4swdK7ww1-amNEeOdlmSIReiTstuAI2G7mL4jUNDc/s2400/Bound%20by%20Moonlight%20-%20Final%20Cover.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2400" data-original-width="1600" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6C3FFy-VPrZpP_s8vBwZfLrkigtZqi85ZgP5atstlnhK-eqsBvj_UFCwRm2vZtnpJHsKXrpHBeQIp0UPteO6A6EVhz4rTrYfCpaxZMTtm9zTeqxDT8gpcEOXqGj2YBE055pHIfdQROdvtF5ig-q4swdK7ww1-amNEeOdlmSIReiTstuAI2G7mL4jUNDc/w426-h640/Bound%20by%20Moonlight%20-%20Final%20Cover.png" width="426" /></a></div></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I’ve been a writer practically since the time I became an avid reader. I loved telling/writing stories to entertain myself first, then others. The happiest moment of my life was when an English teacher in high school suggested I look into writing for publication. But that excitement dimmed when, as a very shy author, I realized that would mean getting feedback that wasn’t always going to be kind. It can be a school of hard knocks when strangers enter into the mix.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Reviews are opinions to benefit others who are deciding whether or not to try the author/buy the book. AND they provide nice bits of positive promo, i.e. quotes, to add selling power to author advertising campaigns.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyP2dk1XiOeDZkfxlrawq29S4aDSC24tYU2wpOh2IgtD-G8jToqcUI2gWOOh12i7V__C6rTFyMmhopZfR9zox7aA5ltcI5z66XtOORluUejmSYKbRPLYLmtBEbJXvITrS60ahnWg8gU3s3BqHtqT2HnsIRzgMZn3Y8Nn5lu8Ck84qSnzMLkO9OJcsCSfo/s604/12-07-23%20remembered-by-moonlight.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="604" data-original-width="426" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyP2dk1XiOeDZkfxlrawq29S4aDSC24tYU2wpOh2IgtD-G8jToqcUI2gWOOh12i7V__C6rTFyMmhopZfR9zox7aA5ltcI5z66XtOORluUejmSYKbRPLYLmtBEbJXvITrS60ahnWg8gU3s3BqHtqT2HnsIRzgMZn3Y8Nn5lu8Ck84qSnzMLkO9OJcsCSfo/w452-h640/12-07-23%20remembered-by-moonlight.jpg" width="452" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Don’t be afraid to contact an author to request a quote, especially if they’ve read and loved other things you’ve written, but make sure you provide them with plenty of time in advance of publication to read the material. I will only leave a review for a book I love. That way, both the readers AND the author can benefit. 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Writers can express doubts and concerns without fear of appearing foolish or weak. Those who have been through the fire can offer assistance and guidance. It’s a safe haven for insecure writers of all kinds!</span></span></div></span><span style="font-family: inherit;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>Posting:</b> The first Wednesday of every month is officially <a href="https://www.insecurewriterssupportgroup.com/p/iwsg-sign-up.html" target="_blank">Insecure Writer’s Support Group</a> day. Post your thoughts on your own blog. Talk about your doubts and the fears you have conquered. Discuss your struggles and triumphs. Offer a word of encouragement for others who are struggling. Visit others in the group and connect with your fellow writer - aim for a dozen new people each time. 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Max returns in a BOUND BY MOONLIGHT Reissue . . . Complete with New Scenes!<div class="box"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>WeWriWa: He’s Baaaack! Max returns in a BOUND BY MOONLIGHT Reissue . . . Complete with New Scenes!</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ031dL_PrOW7MZW5HMa2fp2iNcltrDbX4amutPDM7w2G7FBqnAlNlK0grPPjQ9_KkuqDobLseBQ4FFYH8LqgXexfOYcwVoHVkrDEWa4tOZ2HixT5tTRlOVyD5lGtJ37rCGuKDbAv_h6Ig6KOYkbaWYzJ3cxV_D9LRKg_GBwmE7jL6-l7yivd_XAO6gUw/s2000/12-03-23%20Bound%20By%20Moonlight%20reissue%20graphic.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1333" data-original-width="2000" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ031dL_PrOW7MZW5HMa2fp2iNcltrDbX4amutPDM7w2G7FBqnAlNlK0grPPjQ9_KkuqDobLseBQ4FFYH8LqgXexfOYcwVoHVkrDEWa4tOZ2HixT5tTRlOVyD5lGtJ37rCGuKDbAv_h6Ig6KOYkbaWYzJ3cxV_D9LRKg_GBwmE7jL6-l7yivd_XAO6gUw/w640-h426/12-03-23%20Bound%20By%20Moonlight%20reissue%20graphic.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: justify;">It’s hard to keep a great hero down. Ever since RISE BY MOONLIGHT, the 15th and “final” book of my “By Moonlight” shapeshifter series, was issued back in 2020, I’ve gotten continual requests for More Max! Far be it from me to say no. Having gotten the rights back to books 4-8 from Pocket Books, it’s time I started getting these five books back out there. They make the bridge from the original three titles to my self-pubbed books, filling in the gaps . . . with some all new material! Deleted scenes. NEW scenes. Enriched scenes that were trimmed for length for the original publication format. And new covers! Drum roll . . . Feast your eyes on BOUND BY MOONLIGHT. Now available on Kindle!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://read.amazon.com/kp/embed?asin=B0CP4FQY48&preview=newtab&linkCode=kpe&ref_=cm_sw_r_kb_dp_NV9A3MRYSDS7M0WQBVGS" target="_blank">Preview Book</a></div></span><center><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="550" sandbox="allow-scripts allow-same-origin allow-popups" src="https://read.amazon.com/kp/card?asin=B0CP4FQY48&preview=inline&linkCode=kpe&ref_=cm_sw_r_kb_dp_NV9A3MRYSDS7M0WQBVGS" style="max-width: 100%;" type="text/html" width="336"></iframe></center><span style="font-size: large;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://a.co/d/7wrNPzR" target="_blank">Amazon</a></div></span><span style="font-size: large;"><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><i>It’s who I am . . .</i></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Charlotte Caissie knows little about normal relationships. Driven by duty, she’s followed her father’s footsteps as an NOPD detective, compelled to see justice done . . . until a kiss from Max Savoie has her sharing his dresser drawers and making media news as his girlfriend. He expects things she can’t give, like commitment, trust. And a family. How did she lose control of her life to an enigmatic man who inherited a criminal empire . . . and is not even human?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><b><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><i>It's what I am . . .</i></b></div></b><div style="text-align: justify;">Max Savoie struggles to be what everyone expects of him, a difficult task when he doesn’t know who or what he is. His only certainty is his love for Charlotte Caissie. When a deadly situation threatens their city, CeeCee calls upon Max’s preternatural talents to find the serial killer holding a colleague’s daughter hostage, a move that could risk exposing him for what he is . . . something more monster than man.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><b><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><i>Enjoy Romance . . . By Moonlight!</i></b></div></b><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">“Bound by Moonlight has everything I want in a romance! Sizzling passion, a sexy hero, and a paranormal love to last the ages.” – <i>Gena Showalter, New York Times bestselling author</i></div></span><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="font-size: x-large; text-align: left;"><span style="color: red; font-size: large;"><div style="color: black; font-size: medium;"><span face="-apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, "Helvetica Neue", Arial, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, "Apple Color Emoji", "Segoe UI Emoji", "Segoe UI Symbol", "Noto Color Emoji"" style="background-color: #f9f9f9; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bolder;"><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="font-size: medium;"><div style="background-color: red; box-sizing: border-box; margin-bottom: 5px; text-align: center;"><h2><span style="color: #444444;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit; font-size: 30px; font-weight: 400;"> The Excerpt </span></span></h2></div></div></span></span></div></span></div><div style="font-size: x-large; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span></div><div style="font-size: x-large; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span></div><span style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"><div style="font-size: x-large;"></div><blockquote><span id="docs-internal-guid-c8ec34c5-7fff-ce9b-5ed7-b7ad6467a03b"><span id="docs-internal-guid-7c49b90d-7fff-8a4f-78e4-9e2385978d2f"><span id="docs-internal-guid-f04fc262-7fff-f69b-4462-1c5d376c7a1c" style="font-size: large;"><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">A local band was doing an admirable job on a variety of cover songs. Strands of tiny lights crisscrossed above couples dancing on the street. One hand on her waist, the other engulfing hers, Max moved her in long, graceful steps to the Cajun waltz </span><i><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration-skip-ink: none; text-decoration: underline; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">La Valse des Chere Bebe</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">.</span></i><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> As the sweeping tempo of the music and the heat of his touch worked magic upon her mood, Cee Cee forgot the cameras, the whispers. There was only Max, and a resurgence of the way she’d felt dancing with him barefoot on his lawn amongst his feral clan.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span id="docs-internal-guid-e109f728-7fff-45f2-e661-f627044ec6af"></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Gazing up at him, her heart in her eyes, she smiled at the novelty of being in love. At the irony of being in love with probably the most inappropriate male she could ever have imagined. He smiled back, a slow, sexy curve that betrayed the similar state of his own heart and promised her everything she’d been looking for. Those watching covertly got a quick glimpse of what went on between them behind closed doors, between smooth sheets.</span></p></span></span></span></blockquote></span><div></div></div><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: justify;">Don’t you just LOVE this new cover my virtual assistant made for me!!! It captures all of the Grrrrrrowl that is Max Savoie. Now, to get on to the facelifts for next books in the series . . . after seeing what my fellow WeWriWa pals have been doing . . .</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM1TNBWdr25e61Jn1vuw1eUyU40ts3cS045OgwYzibGNiyXaG6IPZDu4am8uT3soRCrQIc4lWG9WtYM-9C0CuD7Hcx5XmeKi0TCRQ346PePuSnKzZ6NJ0Xf_4B0_4Wq6rx0WKJrQ9Dz3w/s573/WeWriWa+Badge.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"><img border="0" data-original-height="573" data-original-width="573" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM1TNBWdr25e61Jn1vuw1eUyU40ts3cS045OgwYzibGNiyXaG6IPZDu4am8uT3soRCrQIc4lWG9WtYM-9C0CuD7Hcx5XmeKi0TCRQ346PePuSnKzZ6NJ0Xf_4B0_4Wq6rx0WKJrQ9Dz3w/w320-h320/WeWriWa+Badge.png" width="320" /></a></div></span><div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://wewriwa.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Weekend Writing Warriors</a> is a weekly hop for everyone who loves to write! 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Making our own plans. Setting our own rules. And suffering the consequences of those choices. Ah, adulthood in all its non-glamorous glory. Becca Bass has no plans to remain with the rest of her tightly knit family in the wilds of West Texas. She’s afraid of just about everything that life offers . . . especially the rough-and-tumble men. A trip to New York for a debut in the society her mother came from is everything she’s dreamed of – the chance to spread her wings amongst the elite of that city . . . and to reunite with the man she’s determined to wed . . . who is from a family her father abhors, with good reason. A dream about to end . . .</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIGrEYxtqOW2WDPZbM0AcwSW2iKVLGxb-gZ-1OeNgb-bLHPJcbE63EW6Kc3amtUOz5v_vDO5FmUdPFdIFZ5ku7qA0uzdTdi5LKaEFLBfwf1DbEai3cPLf0klbUmuqsFVy37zmZUjVIh3MiGrZn8OyoCcX0-qafFFg2cDkBjpj4_UoAXEHjS-jBGAOOTWc/s1000/SWEET%20TEXAS%20DREAMS.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="611" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIGrEYxtqOW2WDPZbM0AcwSW2iKVLGxb-gZ-1OeNgb-bLHPJcbE63EW6Kc3amtUOz5v_vDO5FmUdPFdIFZ5ku7qA0uzdTdi5LKaEFLBfwf1DbEai3cPLf0klbUmuqsFVy37zmZUjVIh3MiGrZn8OyoCcX0-qafFFg2cDkBjpj4_UoAXEHjS-jBGAOOTWc/w392-h640/SWEET%20TEXAS%20DREAMS.jpg" width="392" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="font-size: x-large; text-align: left;"><span style="color: red; font-size: large;"><div style="color: black; font-size: medium;"><span face="-apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, "Helvetica Neue", Arial, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, "Apple Color Emoji", "Segoe UI Emoji", "Segoe UI Symbol", "Noto Color Emoji"" style="background-color: #f9f9f9; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bolder;"><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="font-size: medium;"><div style="background-color: red; box-sizing: border-box; margin-bottom: 5px; text-align: center;"><h2><span style="color: #444444;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit; font-size: 30px; font-weight: 400;"> The Excerpt </span></span></h2></div></div></span></span></div></span></div><div style="font-size: x-large; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span></div><div style="font-size: x-large; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span></div><span style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"><div style="font-size: x-large;"></div><blockquote><span id="docs-internal-guid-c8ec34c5-7fff-ce9b-5ed7-b7ad6467a03b"><span id="docs-internal-guid-7c49b90d-7fff-8a4f-78e4-9e2385978d2f"><span id="docs-internal-guid-f04fc262-7fff-f69b-4462-1c5d376c7a1c" style="font-size: large;"><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The situation couldn’t have pleased Becca more—her parents simpering and smiling at one another, the anticipation of Morgan’s question, a dangling enticement . . . then her father shattered her peace of mind with his offhand announcement of, “We’ll be leaving day after tomorrow, soon as we get some things settled.”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The Duncans began a noisy protest, but Becca sat frozen in silence, uncertain as to how to interpret his statement. Did they intend to take her with them? Her gaze sought out her mother’s frantically.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“We’ve got to get back home,” Amanda concluded firmly, adding, “It was nice to get reacquainted with the past, but we’ve got a lot of future ahead of us in West Texas.” Her gaze tangled hotly with her husband’s.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">What about her future? Becca wondered wildly. Then her father smiled at her, and her anxieties fluttered to a standstill.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“We’ll be going as soon as we make arrangements for Becca, seeing to her finances so she can support herself and get a place to stay.”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Here?” she squeaked.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“You want to stay, don’t you?”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span id="docs-internal-guid-e110b9a0-7fff-f6d0-ac31-5af19cf28dce"></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">She couldn’t answer him through the sudden swell of bittersweet joy. They trusted her enough to let her go. She was staggered by that truth and suddenly, contrarily, shaken by the staggering fact that she’d be letting go, too.</span></p></span></span></span></blockquote></span><div></div></div><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: justify;">I can't WAIT to get the Bass family series reissued, with all new covers . . . and a NEW book for Becca’s brother, Randall. Looks like my 2024 is going to head for Texas. Yee Yaw! Hope all of you had a fabulous Thanksgiving, because I’m especially thankful for all of you!!</div></span><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM1TNBWdr25e61Jn1vuw1eUyU40ts3cS045OgwYzibGNiyXaG6IPZDu4am8uT3soRCrQIc4lWG9WtYM-9C0CuD7Hcx5XmeKi0TCRQ346PePuSnKzZ6NJ0Xf_4B0_4Wq6rx0WKJrQ9Dz3w/s573/WeWriWa+Badge.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"><img border="0" data-original-height="573" data-original-width="573" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM1TNBWdr25e61Jn1vuw1eUyU40ts3cS045OgwYzibGNiyXaG6IPZDu4am8uT3soRCrQIc4lWG9WtYM-9C0CuD7Hcx5XmeKi0TCRQ346PePuSnKzZ6NJ0Xf_4B0_4Wq6rx0WKJrQ9Dz3w/w320-h320/WeWriWa+Badge.png" width="320" /></a></div></span><div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://wewriwa.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Weekend Writing Warriors</a> is a weekly hop for everyone who loves to write! 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TEXAS RENEGADE<div class="box"><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDvu4IByx438EmeAzTQDox_X8YtwY743prxCo08qCtIrnUfxCe3brXdhOvK3xXVcQK51Z9oivfRjZQVAJ_aObn1jI4aBvJMEoEBuNUYLEQum69oQiQclgYgLqmtraOmf-JZvDx9yI8YujAoTh2G_EQIGt9R5LuJpMJuVikTelAReLINRV8rsKG9NigRlk/s940/11-19-23%20Texas%20Renegade%20reissue.jpg" style="font-size: xx-large; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="788" data-original-width="940" height="536" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDvu4IByx438EmeAzTQDox_X8YtwY743prxCo08qCtIrnUfxCe3brXdhOvK3xXVcQK51Z9oivfRjZQVAJ_aObn1jI4aBvJMEoEBuNUYLEQum69oQiQclgYgLqmtraOmf-JZvDx9yI8YujAoTh2G_EQIGt9R5LuJpMJuVikTelAReLINRV8rsKG9NigRlk/w640-h536/11-19-23%20Texas%20Renegade%20reissue.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">While my virtual assistant and I lounged during the early November evenings to let weary feet rest in our New Orleans hotel room . . . without a working TV! . . . after long days pounding the uneven pavement in search of story inspiration, I had time to enjoy doing something I spend too little time doing. I READ! I’d forgotten the luxury of spending an hour or two (or three!) banked on fluffy pillows with a good book in hand . . . on this occasion a book from my Bass family historical series that I’m getting ready to reissue. You know what I rediscovered? Not only the pleasure I reap from words on a page, but how much I LOVED this historical romance series! So much so, I’ve been racing through the pages of Book 4 with one objective in mind . . . adding a new Book 6 to the series! From the prologue of Book 1, <b><i><span style="color: red;">TEMPTATION’S TRAIL</span>,</i></b> written under the pseudonym Dana Ransom for Zebra Books back in the ‘90s, I was right back in the dusty heat of West Texas with a family I knew as well as my own. And now I’m on Book 4 of 5 turning pages as fast as I can to devour scenes like this one from <b><i><span style="color: red;">TEXAS RENEGADE</span>. . .</i></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><i><br /></i></b></div></span><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyNt3arbv6qWSa99IymJ9jZ4c12kLbFnMUiO3JyHIGI-1J33Bvz0rjRXSZofl1H6kJDfWTe5GfHfkoBRrX_txojg7NLLZqSwXxJyxn2jZ5IuPk_O8Q693KoAoCKKDNRJq1yK5fR0cL72M-T6ioMA389mGhF8hE2nb2Axzjv4yXeu08DPP1y-hhePeXAN0/s559/11-19-23%20Texax%20Renegade%20cover.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="559" data-original-width="336" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyNt3arbv6qWSa99IymJ9jZ4c12kLbFnMUiO3JyHIGI-1J33Bvz0rjRXSZofl1H6kJDfWTe5GfHfkoBRrX_txojg7NLLZqSwXxJyxn2jZ5IuPk_O8Q693KoAoCKKDNRJq1yK5fR0cL72M-T6ioMA389mGhF8hE2nb2Axzjv4yXeu08DPP1y-hhePeXAN0/w240-h400/11-19-23%20Texax%20Renegade%20cover.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></b><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><i>Kenitay –</i></b> An honorable mix of Tex-Apache with no place in either world is shackled by prejudice and a crime he didn’t commit. Haunted by the dark past he escaped, can he accept the offer of inclusion within his step-father’s family fold if it means surrendering a cause and a secret that could turn them against him . . . risking a future with the only woman who understands him.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><i>Leisha –</i></b> A headstrong female out to prove herself in the male-dominated Bass family of heroes finds her weakness exposed when rescued by a never-forgotten shadow from her past. Can she trust the childhood friend who saves her from disgrace without sacrificing her pride as well as her heart to the intriguing and dangerous wanted man he’s become?</div></span></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="font-size: x-large; text-align: left;"><span style="color: red; font-size: large;"><div style="color: black; font-size: medium;"><span face="-apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, "Helvetica Neue", Arial, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, "Apple Color Emoji", "Segoe UI Emoji", "Segoe UI Symbol", "Noto Color Emoji"" style="background-color: #f9f9f9; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bolder;"><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="font-size: medium;"><div style="background-color: red; box-sizing: border-box; margin-bottom: 5px; text-align: center;"><h2><span style="color: #444444;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit; font-size: 30px; font-weight: 400;"> The Excerpt </span></span></h2></div></div></span></span></div></span></div><div style="font-size: x-large; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span></div><div style="font-size: x-large; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span></div><span style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"><div style="font-size: x-large;"></div><blockquote><span id="docs-internal-guid-c8ec34c5-7fff-ce9b-5ed7-b7ad6467a03b"><span id="docs-internal-guid-7c49b90d-7fff-8a4f-78e4-9e2385978d2f"><span id="docs-internal-guid-f04fc262-7fff-f69b-4462-1c5d376c7a1c" style="font-size: large;"><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The big frame house was quiet around him with only the tug of the dry Texas breeze at his window curtains to echo the restlessness of a soul all stirred up with conflicting loyalties. There were no solutions to the ache of unrealized longing in his heart, knowing he couldn’t stay and yet, that once he left, he couldn’t return. His path was one of retribution, not self-fulfillment. There was nothing except the gratification of revenge. It had been easy to promise that he’d surrender himself when all was done because there wasn’t a whisper of belief in heart or mind that he’d survive what he planned. He was already a ghost out to avenge a spiritless people. He’d accepted that when he’d claimed the right of vengeance as a son. He’d lived so long without hope, the future held no sense of expectation or reward.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Until Leisha.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><i><span style="color: red;">(and a bit more . . .)</span></i></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">That was the hell of it. He could imagine himself wed to her, filling her with his children, surrounded by the close-knit Bass clan for a safe and satisfying forever . . . could imagine it but couldn’t have it. Not if he walked the path honor demanded. Consequence was going to catch him. When was the only variable. He was walking in a doomed man’s shoes and no matter how uncomfortable the fit was, he was committed to the journey as son of Kodene, a once-proud Apache warrior and now, restless spirit. He wasn’t going to Austin to clear his name and the way to a dreamed of future with Leisha Bass, and he wasn’t coming back.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span id="docs-internal-guid-5f64fdac-7fff-8273-f7ef-f70d23dff490"></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">He was going to kill the two men who dishonored his father’s soul.</span></p></span></span></span></blockquote></span><div></div></div><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: justify;">Whew! I’m hurrying through our posts so I can get back to the rest of the story . . .</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Have a great Turkey Day for those who will be stuffing in the stuffing this week! I’m enjoy a restful holiday off by having our meal delivered . . . and will still have leftovers!</div></span><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM1TNBWdr25e61Jn1vuw1eUyU40ts3cS045OgwYzibGNiyXaG6IPZDu4am8uT3soRCrQIc4lWG9WtYM-9C0CuD7Hcx5XmeKi0TCRQ346PePuSnKzZ6NJ0Xf_4B0_4Wq6rx0WKJrQ9Dz3w/s573/WeWriWa+Badge.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"><img border="0" data-original-height="573" data-original-width="573" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM1TNBWdr25e61Jn1vuw1eUyU40ts3cS045OgwYzibGNiyXaG6IPZDu4am8uT3soRCrQIc4lWG9WtYM-9C0CuD7Hcx5XmeKi0TCRQ346PePuSnKzZ6NJ0Xf_4B0_4Wq6rx0WKJrQ9Dz3w/w320-h320/WeWriWa+Badge.png" width="320" /></a></div></span><div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://wewriwa.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Weekend Writing Warriors</a> is a weekly hop for everyone who loves to write! 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I’m back from a busy, fantastic, and all too short working vacay in New Orleans. It’s no secret that NOLA is my favorite place – the music, the food . . . the history! In just five days packed fuller than my suitcase, my assistant (who’d never been before) and I explored, toured by streetcar, and overindulged in the local cuisine to get the feel of the city and, as we cabbed to the airport for the trip home, got a whiff of wildfire smoke heading its way from Texas. A six-hour Chicago airport delay later (never my favorite end to a vacay but better than at the beginning!), I got home at midnight glad to be in my own bed. Then up early, raring to bring first my Bass family five-book saga and then books 4-8 of my NOLA-set <b><span style="color: red;">By Moonlight</span></b> series back to life with at least one new edition to each series.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">My love affair with Texas started back in 1993 with a most unlikely hero. Meet Harmon Bass in <b><i><span style="color: red;">TEMPTATION’S TRAIL</span> . . .</i></b></div></span><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><h3 style="text-align: center;"><span id="docs-internal-guid-20a131f1-7fff-9dc8-5779-3834ddea9fc1" style="font-weight: normal;"><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><span style="border: none; display: inline-block; height: 495px; overflow: hidden; width: 591px;"><img alt="A person and horse in front of a mountain
Description automatically generated" height="495" src="https://lh7-us.googleusercontent.com/W_LYzk0waZpK9blubxnHoLOh032WGLJ1GO-Xf8tZmvRHcaqmo15E4cooU0WEYfbupO-KRE2rvj402aFN98wPnFtmbO5zPm_l6mkLOcBHV8mT7SCI_Lv2ni0Rjqg-flkkKGTivNAzC2qMNpIKx11MRg" style="margin-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" width="591" /></span></span></span></h3></div></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="font-size: x-large; text-align: left;"><span style="color: red; font-size: large;"><div style="color: black; font-size: medium;"><span face="-apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, "Helvetica Neue", Arial, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, "Apple Color Emoji", "Segoe UI Emoji", "Segoe UI Symbol", "Noto Color Emoji"" style="background-color: #f9f9f9; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bolder;"><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="font-size: medium;"><div style="background-color: red; box-sizing: border-box; margin-bottom: 5px; text-align: center;"><h2><span style="color: #444444;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit; font-size: 30px; font-weight: 400;"> The Excerpt </span></span></h2></div></div></span></span></div></span></div><div style="font-size: x-large; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span></div><div style="font-size: x-large; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span></div><span style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"><div style="font-size: x-large;"></div><blockquote><span id="docs-internal-guid-c8ec34c5-7fff-ce9b-5ed7-b7ad6467a03b"><span id="docs-internal-guid-7c49b90d-7fff-8a4f-78e4-9e2385978d2f"><span id="docs-internal-guid-f04fc262-7fff-f69b-4462-1c5d376c7a1c" style="font-size: large;"><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">He studied the toes of his boots for a moment, building up to something. “About the money.”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“We agreed on one thousand dollars. I’ll have it for you when I see my brother again.”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">He looked up. Blue, she noticed with some surprise, his eyes were blue, not a fierce black, but blue as searingly clear and intense as the midday West Texas sky in startling contrast to the darkness of his complexion.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“I was hoping to get it upfront.”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Amanda smiled. She may not have had a great deal of worldly experience, but money was one thing she understood very well, having handled it all her life. “Mr. Bass, I don’t know you from Adam. If I handed you a thousand dollars, I’d have no guarantee of ever seeing you again.”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“You have my word on it.”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“I’m sorry, but that’s not enough.”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><i><span style="color: red;">( . . . and a bit more . . .)</span></i></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Not so much as a muscle twitched in his impassive face, his expression suddenly granite hard. “How do I know you’ll pay me once the job’s done, especially if the news I bring back isn’t good?”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“I guess you’ll just have to trust me.”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“I’m sorry, Miss Duncan, but I’m not that trusting, either.”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Well, it seems we’re at a standoff unless you’ll agree to another proposition.” She could feel his tension as he waited and watched her. “I’ll give you five hundred dollars now for a horse, supplies, and all expenses. And I’ll pay you the full thousand dollars when the job’s done.”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“I already have a horse.”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 10pt; text-align: justify;"><span id="docs-internal-guid-adb69d0c-7fff-da13-fb1e-8b1f3cceb72f"></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“But I don’t, and I’ll be going with you.”</span></p></span></span></span></blockquote></span><div></div></div><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: justify;">Part of the hard work bringing my Texas series back into print is the fact that I have no text to work with (the book galleys and handwritten original manuscripts from those five books long since lost over several decades and moves). I’m hoping scanning technology will step up to fill that void. Then, there are new covers to make – and that I’m looking forward to!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The other project I’m dying to get into is rereleasing my <b><span style="color: red;">By Moonlight</span></b> books #4-8 – hence the trip to NOLA, my inspirational source material! I know, that’s a full plate . . . but then I like knowing where my next meal will be coming from!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Now, off to see what you’re up to . . .</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM1TNBWdr25e61Jn1vuw1eUyU40ts3cS045OgwYzibGNiyXaG6IPZDu4am8uT3soRCrQIc4lWG9WtYM-9C0CuD7Hcx5XmeKi0TCRQ346PePuSnKzZ6NJ0Xf_4B0_4Wq6rx0WKJrQ9Dz3w/s573/WeWriWa+Badge.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"><img border="0" data-original-height="573" data-original-width="573" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM1TNBWdr25e61Jn1vuw1eUyU40ts3cS045OgwYzibGNiyXaG6IPZDu4am8uT3soRCrQIc4lWG9WtYM-9C0CuD7Hcx5XmeKi0TCRQ346PePuSnKzZ6NJ0Xf_4B0_4Wq6rx0WKJrQ9Dz3w/w320-h320/WeWriWa+Badge.png" width="320" /></a></div></span><div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://wewriwa.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Weekend Writing Warriors</a> is a weekly hop for everyone who loves to write! 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Gerardo Pascale first appeared as a villain in the original trio of my Midnight vampire romance series – a villain who quickly became my favorite character (I DO love a bad boy!!). He was just too good to waste. Scarred and in hiding, he’s been living undetected by the human world – until an unscrupulous bargain binds him in unholy matrimony to a woman carrying another man’s child. Here’s a tasty nibble from </span><b style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;"><i>MIDNIGHT ENCHANTMENT . . .</i></b></div></span><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><h3><span style="font-size: large;">Midnight Enchantment (Touched by Midnight - Book 4)</span></h3><div><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="550" src="https://read.amazon.com/kp/card?asin=B004Z8274U&preview=inline&linkCode=kpe&ref_=cm_sw_r_kb_dp_FNPV9HJSA8WFDRS1AA61" style="max-width: 100%;" type="text/html" width="336"></iframe></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Midnight-Enchantment-Touched-Book-ebook/dp/B004Z8274U" target="_blank">Amazon</a> | <a href="https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/midnight-enchantment-nancy-gideon/1100084580?ean=2940151106689" target="_blank">Barnes & Noble</a> | <a href="https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/midnight-enchantment-1" target="_blank">Kobo Books</a> | <a href="https://books.apple.com/us/book/midnight-enchantment/id1057065292" target="_blank">iBooks</a></span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Published: May 3, 2011</span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Length: 230 Pages</span></div><div><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/2491992.Midnight_Enchantment" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Add to Goodreads TBR→</span></a></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="box"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="font-size: large; text-align: left;"><span style="color: red; font-size: large;"><div style="color: black; font-size: medium;"><span face="-apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, "Helvetica Neue", Arial, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, "Apple Color Emoji", "Segoe UI Emoji", "Segoe UI Symbol", "Noto Color Emoji"" style="background-color: #f9f9f9; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bolder;"><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="font-size: medium;"><div style="background-color: black; box-sizing: border-box; margin-bottom: 5px; text-align: center;"><h2><span style="color: #444444;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit; font-size: 30px; font-weight: 400;"> The Excerpt </span></span></h2></div></div></span></span></div></span></div><div style="font-size: x-large; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span></div><div style="font-size: x-large; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span></div><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large; text-align: left;"><div></div><blockquote><span id="docs-internal-guid-c8ec34c5-7fff-ce9b-5ed7-b7ad6467a03b"><span id="docs-internal-guid-7c49b90d-7fff-8a4f-78e4-9e2385978d2f"><span id="docs-internal-guid-f04fc262-7fff-f69b-4462-1c5d376c7a1c"><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Now, I may not be able to convince anyone that you are a . . . a vampire, sir, but, if I give this information to the newspapers, they will hound you unmercifully, and without access to your monies, you’ll have no means to flee the city.”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Silence as the dark night creature pondered this, unperturbed, and that alarmed Percy, as did the words that followed.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“And if I were to just tear out your throat before you could give that information to anyone?”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The casual way he presented Percy’s death made the lawyer’s blood run icy because it was no idle threat when dealing with a dangerous being who’d survived centuries by preying upon human lives, and would snatch his soul without a moment’s remorse. But prepared for that, too, solicitor told him, “The original papers are in a safe place with instructions to turn them over to the authorities should anything happen to me, and be assured, they might not believe what you are, sir, but they take murder very seriously.”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">A frustration of rage pulsed from Gerardo Pasquale in palpable waves. Suddenly, Percy knew an instant of true terror as the solidity of Pasquale’s figure seemed to flicker before his eyes, becoming so faint as to be transparent, edges shifting, transforming into something else, something horrible, alien and monstrous, but exactly what was not quite clear. Standing frozen, Percy feared he’d made an irrevocable error in believing himself safe.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Then, to his relief, Pasquale assumed his human shape once again and with a deadly quiet, asked, “What do you want?”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span id="docs-internal-guid-c8b956b0-7fff-a8ba-f8b0-e1e384c5edd8"></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“I want you to marry my sister.”</span></p></span></span></span></blockquote></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: left;">Hmmmm! A vampire in the family . . . How’s that going to work out? Not as planned, I guarantee!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">While you’re devouring ME, I’ll be trying to stuff my entire wardrobe into a travel suitcase and sighing over my five-day agenda for a vacay in New Orleans! Warning: Pictures to come!! And maybe another NOLA-set book or two . . . historical, contemporary, suspense, paranormal? Which would you like to read?</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">HAPPY HOWL-OWEEN!!</div></span></div></div><div></div></div></div>Nancy Gideonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07493107610530282642noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812763750431392902.post-57489460191551718432023-10-22T00:01:00.003-04:002023-10-22T00:01:00.139-04:00WeWriWa: Romance with a (fang) BITE! MIDNIGHT ENCHANTMENT $0.99 SALE<div class="box"><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiBAaBv_ZQ16pYXBuvwtAHbV1A5w_cMs6otZ9RLsGB44yzcYq3mn436hGefW_Cw4mXdU0v_USJHiGRd6TwYa2WRPRqoz5P2e2KQVlZ31ThPhP0N8aAEf5UUabGEjgvmejgd8P64u8lEupLxoYLHbVOx9cBkw4cJTUt53w9wgN2oPMzqgEdcV-R9GSFcxc/s940/10-22-23%20ME%20Sale%2010-16%20to%2010-31.jpg" style="font-size: x-large; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="788" data-original-width="940" height="536" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiBAaBv_ZQ16pYXBuvwtAHbV1A5w_cMs6otZ9RLsGB44yzcYq3mn436hGefW_Cw4mXdU0v_USJHiGRd6TwYa2WRPRqoz5P2e2KQVlZ31ThPhP0N8aAEf5UUabGEjgvmejgd8P64u8lEupLxoYLHbVOx9cBkw4cJTUt53w9wgN2oPMzqgEdcV-R9GSFcxc/w640-h536/10-22-23%20ME%20Sale%2010-16%20to%2010-31.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">October is the time for all things WooWoo to come out and play. For only $0.99, I’m putting my favorite book in the <b><span style="color: red;">TOUCHED BY MIDNIGHT</span></b> vampire romance series into your treat bag. It has everything I adore – a dead (literally!) sexy dark hero, a gutsy desperate and driven heroine, and a historical Turn of the Century setting I can’t wait to return to (this month!! Only in present-day!) – New Orleans! Gerard Pascale has centuries of experience living undetected by the human world – until an unscrupulous bargain binds him in unholy matrimony to a woman carrying another man’s child. Here’s a tasty nibble from <b><i><span style="color: red;">MIDNIGHT ENCHANTMENT</span> . . .</i></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><i><br /></i></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><h3 style="text-align: center;">Midnight Enchantment (Touched by Midnight - Book 4)</h3><div style="font-size: medium; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="550" src="https://read.amazon.com/kp/card?asin=B004Z8274U&preview=inline&linkCode=kpe&ref_=cm_sw_r_kb_dp_FNPV9HJSA8WFDRS1AA61" style="max-width: 100%;" type="text/html" width="336"></iframe></div><div style="font-size: medium; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Midnight-Enchantment-Touched-Book-ebook/dp/B004Z8274U" target="_blank">Amazon</a> | <a href="https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/midnight-enchantment-nancy-gideon/1100084580?ean=2940151106689" target="_blank">Barnes & Noble</a> | <a href="https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/midnight-enchantment-1" target="_blank">Kobo Books</a> | <a href="https://books.apple.com/us/book/midnight-enchantment/id1057065292" target="_blank">iBooks</a></span></div><div style="font-size: medium; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Published: May 3, 2011</span></div><div style="font-size: medium; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Length: 230 Pages</span></div><div style="font-size: medium; text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/2491992.Midnight_Enchantment" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: large;">Add to Goodreads TBR→</span></a></div></div></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span id="docs-internal-guid-1d40a33c-7fff-d96f-205b-673b77c7e543"><div><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><br /></span></div></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: justify;"></div></span></div></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="font-size: x-large; text-align: left;"><span style="color: red; font-size: large;"><div style="color: black; font-size: medium;"><span face="-apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, "Helvetica Neue", Arial, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, "Apple Color Emoji", "Segoe UI Emoji", "Segoe UI Symbol", "Noto Color Emoji"" style="background-color: #f9f9f9; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bolder;"><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="font-size: medium;"><div style="background-color: red; box-sizing: border-box; margin-bottom: 5px; text-align: center;"><h2><span style="color: #444444;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit; font-size: 30px; font-weight: 400;"> The Excerpt </span></span></h2></div></div></span></span></div></span></div><div style="font-size: x-large; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span></div><div style="font-size: x-large; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span></div><span style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"><div style="font-size: x-large;"></div><blockquote><span id="docs-internal-guid-c8ec34c5-7fff-ce9b-5ed7-b7ad6467a03b"><span id="docs-internal-guid-7c49b90d-7fff-8a4f-78e4-9e2385978d2f"><span id="docs-internal-guid-f04fc262-7fff-f69b-4462-1c5d376c7a1c" style="font-size: large;"><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 10pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">A revenant.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 10pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">It explained everything. With that certainty came the relief that she wasn’t going mad. She had seen with her own eyes the proof of his dark existence.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 10pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Her husband was a vampire.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 10pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">She’d been raised to believe such things were possible. They were part of her hidden heritage, but she’d always thought of them as stories, folklore . . . until now.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 10pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Now the truth had placed a ring upon her finger and called her ‘wife.’</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 10pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">But did having a new name to give him change what she already knew about her husband?</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 10pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Did it change the fact that she was dangerously close to falling in love with him?</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 10pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><i><span style="color: red;">( . . . and a “bite” more . . .)</span></i></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 10pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">He woke as he always did, from drifting nothingness to complete awareness with the last dying ray of the sun. Century after century, it was always the same, the first razor-sharp roar of thirst threading through his withered veins, the surge of dynamic energy, and the sense of sameness, that the moment replayed over and over to an eternity. But on this night, he woke to newness, to uncertainty, and for the first time, to anticipation.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 10pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Would she still be there beneath his roof? His bold, combative beauty. Or would the truth have driven her away in understandable horror? He was simply curious, he told himself, not that what one silly mortal did mattered to him in the least,</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 10pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">But oh, how quiet the huge house would be without her in it. From comfortable home back to mausoleum again.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span id="docs-internal-guid-1a4da7eb-7fff-962b-abeb-ad981009c2dc"></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 10pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">It wasn’t as if he would miss her.</span></p></span></span></span></blockquote></span><div></div></div><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: justify;">While you’re devouring <b><i><span style="color: red;">MIDNIGHT ENCHANTMENT</span>,</i></b> I’ll be walking the historic French Quarter with my personal assistant (and good buddy!) on the look out for new spooktacular story ideas. 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SWEET TEXAS DREAMS<div class="box"><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFGX8LjocZV2Xke0gYL9-PR5TxfocEIXMv988M0byf81CV9MFCfUv6ZMG4x_W8FpZk6jZAg4sxBHi6NrfOvc9lUi8fF_20V4u4FFO-y3YozJSzRuYRtSkx4BpYAfrj5JRWyNJ6K-Tt5Sx0RXFzJ_mB36Khwo4hBmtAUSD_eewMj62FDzMa5cwawKlypSI/s940/10-15-23%20Sweet%20Texas%20Dreams.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="713" data-original-width="940" height="486" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFGX8LjocZV2Xke0gYL9-PR5TxfocEIXMv988M0byf81CV9MFCfUv6ZMG4x_W8FpZk6jZAg4sxBHi6NrfOvc9lUi8fF_20V4u4FFO-y3YozJSzRuYRtSkx4BpYAfrj5JRWyNJ6K-Tt5Sx0RXFzJ_mB36Khwo4hBmtAUSD_eewMj62FDzMa5cwawKlypSI/w640-h486/10-15-23%20Sweet%20Texas%20Dreams.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><div class="box" style="text-align: justify;">It’s always the last one you’d expect who rises heroically to the occasion. In the legendary Bass family, that weak link is dreamer Becca Bass. Pretty, pampered, and terrified of just about everything involving life in West Texas, she escapes into the books her mother brought with her from her home in the East – tales of romance and manners and elegant gentlemen –things Becca’s sure are out of reach until New Yorker Morgan Daniels arrives at their dusty doorway to hire her father, the legendary Harmon Bass, to help him rescue his kidnapped father. But Harm is sidelined by an injury. Rather than let the opportunity escape, Becca steps up to fill his impossibly large and dangerous shadow. But what she doesn’t know could get them both killed.</div><div class="box" style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVnedmsFutnFgRtfLsLPLhleu-WsYEsR5xe1yMIBiZL4BF-lwQlfaG8T3MJCj2butmG1swaWM0LuX47lbOa6MoDYHa9g67AjnN6tFY5r7Z-ruFXFV_hKyrtxKhr8MZdaB7-Dsk4U3bwurzb68DZ1ac_4wP7ywvvuTOhxMM3ZzGnV2LLlSJofovyjQJBH0/s1000/SWEET%20TEXAS%20DREAMS.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="611" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVnedmsFutnFgRtfLsLPLhleu-WsYEsR5xe1yMIBiZL4BF-lwQlfaG8T3MJCj2butmG1swaWM0LuX47lbOa6MoDYHa9g67AjnN6tFY5r7Z-ruFXFV_hKyrtxKhr8MZdaB7-Dsk4U3bwurzb68DZ1ac_4wP7ywvvuTOhxMM3ZzGnV2LLlSJofovyjQJBH0/s16000/SWEET%20TEXAS%20DREAMS.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Seeking to escape her lonely and sheltered life, shy Texas beauty Becca Bass joins New York attorney Morgan Daniels on a dangerous quest through the desert to rescue his father, who has been kidnapped. Original.</div></span><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: justify;"></div></span></div></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="font-size: x-large; text-align: left;"><span style="color: red; font-size: large;"><div style="color: black; font-size: medium;"><span face="-apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, "Helvetica Neue", Arial, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, "Apple Color Emoji", "Segoe UI Emoji", "Segoe UI Symbol", "Noto Color Emoji"" style="background-color: #f9f9f9; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bolder;"><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="font-size: medium;"><div style="background-color: red; box-sizing: border-box; margin-bottom: 5px; text-align: center;"><h2><span style="color: #444444;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit; font-size: 30px; font-weight: 400;"> The Excerpt </span></span></h2></div></div></span></span></div></span></div><div style="font-size: x-large; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span></div><div style="font-size: x-large; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span></div><span style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"><div style="font-size: x-large;"></div><blockquote><span id="docs-internal-guid-c8ec34c5-7fff-ce9b-5ed7-b7ad6467a03b"><span id="docs-internal-guid-7c49b90d-7fff-8a4f-78e4-9e2385978d2f"><span id="docs-internal-guid-f04fc262-7fff-f69b-4462-1c5d376c7a1c" style="font-size: large;"><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">As she lay at stiff attention, latching onto every whispered sound as a possible threat, the pain of missing the familiar rose up to clutch at an anxiously beating heart. She wished for her starched white sheets smelling fresh from the afternoon sun, for the murmurs from her parents’ bedroom—those husky love sounds that fed her romantic soul—even for her brother’s clumsy attempts at sneaking up the stairs under the influence of too much fun in town. All those things that were a big warm blanket of security had bundled about her since the day she was born. Without her family and their love close by, she suffered a pang of loneliness the likes of which she’d never experienced before. It echoed in her soul as mournfully as a coyote’s cry.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">She had to wonder if this grand adventure was worth the anxieties it was putting her through.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">And this was just the beginning.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span id="docs-internal-guid-dd6d3f37-7fff-ae83-a35f-2488bdc2326d"></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">As sleep claimed her, Becca decided romance was much prettier when painted by words within the imagination.</span></p></span></span></span></blockquote></span><div></div></div><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: justify;">Ain’t that just the truth!! At least it’s her truth until she finds that grit that has sustained her family through generations.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">As I’m finishing the read through of her and Morgan’s romance, I’m waxing sentimental about these characters, thinking maybe, just maybe another book or two is warranted. As I watch fall settle in outside my office window, I’m thinking just maybe I need to pull out those handwritten pages of Randall’s partially written story to keep me warm . . . Sigh!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKEqP4u3wuUI6VhwbdW7wtfn_F3KtjZaFqhU_Vx04yuQu9WxzRojFrnBvlKnAp97p04NK7pPr9xROj8Z5KXjBilJoZAi8_5gYnpEWFeGwm4Q8upghcpR08lD6uISMoAxLkDPSnHNuviaDKjXKcFB6uOF2Ik4_bo2f4UP4yjuzML2I0KkBiwSZfzsn9x9o/s4000/10-15-23%20Dream%20Catcher.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3000" data-original-width="4000" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKEqP4u3wuUI6VhwbdW7wtfn_F3KtjZaFqhU_Vx04yuQu9WxzRojFrnBvlKnAp97p04NK7pPr9xROj8Z5KXjBilJoZAi8_5gYnpEWFeGwm4Q8upghcpR08lD6uISMoAxLkDPSnHNuviaDKjXKcFB6uOF2Ik4_bo2f4UP4yjuzML2I0KkBiwSZfzsn9x9o/w640-h480/10-15-23%20Dream%20Catcher.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM1TNBWdr25e61Jn1vuw1eUyU40ts3cS045OgwYzibGNiyXaG6IPZDu4am8uT3soRCrQIc4lWG9WtYM-9C0CuD7Hcx5XmeKi0TCRQ346PePuSnKzZ6NJ0Xf_4B0_4Wq6rx0WKJrQ9Dz3w/s573/WeWriWa+Badge.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"><img border="0" data-original-height="573" data-original-width="573" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM1TNBWdr25e61Jn1vuw1eUyU40ts3cS045OgwYzibGNiyXaG6IPZDu4am8uT3soRCrQIc4lWG9WtYM-9C0CuD7Hcx5XmeKi0TCRQ346PePuSnKzZ6NJ0Xf_4B0_4Wq6rx0WKJrQ9Dz3w/w320-h320/WeWriWa+Badge.png" width="320" /></a></div></span><div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://wewriwa.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Weekend Writing Warriors</a> is a weekly hop for everyone who loves to write! 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I grew up in the TV cowboy generation, thinking that a tall, tight-jawed hunk of man with six-guns on his hips was the to die for hero. Over a half-century later, I’m still of that mind set. So, taking time off from suspense thrillers and contemporary conundrums to return to that wild, wild west is a delightful journey back in time to reissue my favorite series of the Bass family’s Texas-set adventures from back in the early 1990’s. Saddle up and take a ride with me . . .</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8nGU9ri49k3YZ8H0otEt4WN6qdVRLD2EO78U3K8FSdSDntrps5ZI2D1UyS6jeLKvsjaHUiSpM0IWBKx6yM0gRXEePN2_riKjaPdZARDGjoigFzFk8Vz11A0-m_tEfU_TWvHi3wJf89_RQEiTVk_Zji9CQtqjr4xSOV_bPFNCpVx22yfYv9MXRRqz-mP0/s1000/Wild%20Texas%20Bride%202.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="623" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8nGU9ri49k3YZ8H0otEt4WN6qdVRLD2EO78U3K8FSdSDntrps5ZI2D1UyS6jeLKvsjaHUiSpM0IWBKx6yM0gRXEePN2_riKjaPdZARDGjoigFzFk8Vz11A0-m_tEfU_TWvHi3wJf89_RQEiTVk_Zji9CQtqjr4xSOV_bPFNCpVx22yfYv9MXRRqz-mP0/w398-h640/Wild%20Texas%20Bride%202.jpg" width="398" /></a></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">He gave her her first kiss when she was thirteen. But now Billy Cooper has taken up with a dangerous outlaw gang. To save him from a supposed life of crime, seventeen-year-old Sarah Bass dons boots and britches, and in the family tradition, goes after her man. Locked in a shotgun marriage, a man hell-bent on justice and a woman sworn to tame him, fight for a place for their love to survive.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Here’s a gritty taste of Texas:</span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: justify;"></div></span></div></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="font-size: x-large; text-align: left;"><span style="color: red; font-size: large;"><div style="color: black; font-size: medium;"><span face="-apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, "Helvetica Neue", Arial, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, "Apple Color Emoji", "Segoe UI Emoji", "Segoe UI Symbol", "Noto Color Emoji"" style="background-color: #f9f9f9; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bolder;"><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="font-size: medium;"><div style="background-color: red; box-sizing: border-box; margin-bottom: 5px; text-align: center;"><h2><span style="color: #444444;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit; font-size: 30px; font-weight: 400;"> The Excerpt </span></span></h2></div></div></span></span></div></span></div><div style="font-size: x-large; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span></div><div style="font-size: x-large; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span></div><span style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"><div style="font-size: x-large;"></div><blockquote><span id="docs-internal-guid-c8ec34c5-7fff-ce9b-5ed7-b7ad6467a03b"><span id="docs-internal-guid-7c49b90d-7fff-8a4f-78e4-9e2385978d2f"><span id="docs-internal-guid-f04fc262-7fff-f69b-4462-1c5d376c7a1c" style="font-size: large;"><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">How could he ever forgive himself if anything happened to her? </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">For years, since that explosive kiss in Harm Bass’s backyard, all he’d dreamed of was being half the ranger Jack Bass was so he could marry Jack’s sister.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Sarah gave a murmur of discomfort, and when he leaned close to tuck his coat about her trembling form, she caught onto his arm and hugged it tight, pulling him across her for a blanketing warmth. He felt her shivering and his resistance gave without a whimper.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Cold, huh? Me, too. Guess it couldn’t hurt for me to stretch on out beside you.”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">When she burrowed against his side without ever opening her eyes, his will gave another reluctant notch. Without realizing it, he was stroking her hair, pressing soft kisses against her warm brow until there was nothing left inside him to object to the swell of tender feeling.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><i><span style="color: red;">( . . . and a bit more . . .)</span></i></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“I won’t let anything happen to you, Sarah. Cuz one of these days I might decide to quit rangering, take you for my wife and want a whole passel of kids.” He stared up at the stars, not believing it would ever happen but liking to imagine it. Sarah groaned quietly and shifted to a more comfortable curve against him.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“How many?”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Her groggy question startled him as he hadn’t thought she was awake. “How many what?”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“How many kids do you want us to have?”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">He picked a large number at random, thinking to scare her off. “Six.”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Okay.” She nudged her cheek within the hollow of his shoulder,</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“’Course, there ain’t much chance of that happening once you Uncle Harmon makes a hatband outta my hide.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span id="docs-internal-guid-4e5fde67-7fff-7451-249e-e37369c52128"></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">He felt her smile. “I won’t let him.”</span></p></span></span></span></blockquote></span><div></div></div><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: justify;">Yee Haw!! Now, to get these books back in print without having the actual manuscript pages to work from (these were pre-computer!). Anyone know of a good paperback-to-text conversion company?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Happy October and all the spooky good times ahead!</div></span><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM1TNBWdr25e61Jn1vuw1eUyU40ts3cS045OgwYzibGNiyXaG6IPZDu4am8uT3soRCrQIc4lWG9WtYM-9C0CuD7Hcx5XmeKi0TCRQ346PePuSnKzZ6NJ0Xf_4B0_4Wq6rx0WKJrQ9Dz3w/s573/WeWriWa+Badge.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"><img border="0" data-original-height="573" data-original-width="573" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM1TNBWdr25e61Jn1vuw1eUyU40ts3cS045OgwYzibGNiyXaG6IPZDu4am8uT3soRCrQIc4lWG9WtYM-9C0CuD7Hcx5XmeKi0TCRQ346PePuSnKzZ6NJ0Xf_4B0_4Wq6rx0WKJrQ9Dz3w/w320-h320/WeWriWa+Badge.png" width="320" /></a></div></span><div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://wewriwa.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Weekend Writing Warriors</a> is a weekly hop for everyone who loves to write! Share an 8 to 10 sentence snippet of your writing on Sunday. Visit other participants on the list and read, critique, and comment on their #8sunday posts.</span></div></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>Spread the word, share the love, warriors - Hashtag #8sunday.</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><br /></i></b></div></span></span><div><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="font-size: medium;"><hr style="background-color: white; background-image: linear-gradient(to right, rgba(0, 0, 0, 0), rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.75), rgba(0, 0, 0, 0)); border: 0px; box-sizing: content-box; color: #555555; font-family: "PT Sans", sans-serif; font-size: 15px; height: 1px; margin-bottom: 20px; margin-top: 20px; text-align: justify;" /></div></span></span><h1 style="text-align: center;">Nancy on the Web</h1><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><center><div><a href="http://nancygideon.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Blog</a> <span style="line-height: 16.8667px;">| </span><a href="https://www.facebook.com/NancyGideonAuthor" target="_blank">Facebook</a> <span style="line-height: 16.8667px;">| </span><a href="https://twitter.com/Gideon2Nancy" target="_blank">Twitter</a> <span style="line-height: 16.8667px;">| </span><a href="http://www.pinterest.com/nancygideon/" target="_blank">Pinterest</a> <span style="line-height: 16.8667px;">| <a href="https://www.instagram.com/nancygideon615/" target="_blank">Instagram</a> </span>| <a href="https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCl1ZVFAkNMUsWwdGqu2w41w/" target="_blank">YouTube</a> |<span style="line-height: 16.8667px;"> </span><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/282919.Nancy_Gideon" target="_blank">Goodreads</a> <span style="line-height: 16.8667px;">| </span><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Nancy-Gideon/e/B001H9PV8E/ref=la_B001H9PV8E_pg_1?rh=n%3A283155%2Cp_82%3AB001H9PV8E&ie=UTF8&qid=1403088685" target="_blank">Amazon</a></div><div><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/group/show/109994-nancy-gideon-by-moonlight" target="_blank">Goodreads “Nancy Gideon by Moonlight” group</a></div><span style="font-size: small;"><script>!function(d,s,id){var js,fjs=d.getElementsByTagName(s)[0];if(!d.getElementById(id)){js=d.createElement(s);js.id=id;js.src="//platform.twitter.com/widgets.js";fjs.parentNode.insertBefore(js,fjs);}}(document,"script","twitter-wjs");</script></span></center></span></span></div><div><br /><br /></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Nancy Gideonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07493107610530282642noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812763750431392902.post-53029082587084176672023-10-04T00:01:00.004-04:002023-10-04T00:01:00.155-04:00IWSG: “Shall we play a game?”<div style="text-align: left;"><i style="font-size: x-large; text-align: justify;">“Good morning, Dave.”</i></div><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8WuK5bQbD6jT4_rk7nyUbuxMgdGVhevlCShncBWfXzFKpwgOsY8tfHMgOJLTD0zFydhhtWIiaszfuD9RxHpknLJ6GUr8r2MieqEQkhX3snUW3YHNtahBIeky4V-BGx3UB-3OuH0Jcy4J_md-zOcvLUmPN0fEyFbEekJXtVIrvYzzrOAc03mIpGyDu_5A/s2000/AI.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1250" data-original-width="2000" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8WuK5bQbD6jT4_rk7nyUbuxMgdGVhevlCShncBWfXzFKpwgOsY8tfHMgOJLTD0zFydhhtWIiaszfuD9RxHpknLJ6GUr8r2MieqEQkhX3snUW3YHNtahBIeky4V-BGx3UB-3OuH0Jcy4J_md-zOcvLUmPN0fEyFbEekJXtVIrvYzzrOAc03mIpGyDu_5A/w640-h400/AI.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />That should answer every question you might have about AI. Artificial Intelligence was pure SciFi when I started my writing career (heck, we didn’t even have electric typewriters or erasable bond paper!). What could possibly go wrong by making our writing life easier? Apparently, a lot. Making things simpler for mankind, as proven by Asimov and Heinlein, usually doesn’t end as expected. But we never learn, do we, as we search for that easy way to get by on the least amount of personal effort.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>October 4th question:</b> <i><span style="color: red;">The topic of AI writing has been heavily debated across the world. According to various sources, generative AI will assist writers, not replace them. What are your thoughts?</span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Bull! Fiction writing (and the arts) is just about the last bastion of personal expression. Why should any of us surrender the uniqueness of that creative endeavor? I adore all the shortcuts as much as the next author – the computer reading back your work so you can check for errors (mostly made by the computer stumbling over non-generic phrases in that lovely British accent), auto-correct, and formatting. But the individuality of self-expression through storytelling is what our genre is all about – that taking the same general idea and producing thousands of individual interpretations by applying vastly different personal opinions, levels of education, and experiences. AI, no matter how sophisticated, is still a programmed response, not unique expression. The joy I get from reading is in the flavor of personal choice – whether in plotting, dialogue, or character development. The quirks that come with being human, the illogical choices that stem from passion or instability. All the juicy, purely mortal faults and eccentricities that compose the characters and situations that take our imaginations on such enjoyable journeys. You can argue that musical scales only have so many notes and the keyboard so many letters and it’s the arrangement that makes them unique. I’ll add it’s the human passion and emotions, and experiences that take those things to the next level.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">What are your thoughts? Can’t wait to find out.</div></span><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH96B9Xx9fuoCqh7NqigGyTNn-h9kbpaaIFS6DhtjCkJ7yGh-JJKsL-R2w_PCU08ChxRZtLdklRp1h-s6xWeldIIrsCAp6363lR9LmYm3ksiuELESfJ9wPP8tqrV_vJmAn9D7uG1NOclM/s320/Insecure+Writers+Support+Group+Badge.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="315" data-original-width="320" height="315" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH96B9Xx9fuoCqh7NqigGyTNn-h9kbpaaIFS6DhtjCkJ7yGh-JJKsL-R2w_PCU08ChxRZtLdklRp1h-s6xWeldIIrsCAp6363lR9LmYm3ksiuELESfJ9wPP8tqrV_vJmAn9D7uG1NOclM/s0/Insecure+Writers+Support+Group+Badge.jpg" width="320" /></a></div></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"></div></span><div><div><div style="font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://www.insecurewriterssupportgroup.com/" target="_blank">The Insecure Writer’s Support Group</a></span></span></div><span><span style="font-size: large;"></span></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><span><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><b>Purpose:</b><span> To share and encourage. Writers can express doubts and concerns without fear of appearing foolish or weak. Those who have been through the fire can offer assistance and guidance. It’s a safe haven for insecure writers of all kinds!</span></span></div></span><span style="font-family: inherit;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Posting: The first Wednesday of every month is officially <a href="https://www.insecurewriterssupportgroup.com/p/iwsg-sign-up.html" target="_blank">Insecure Writer’s Support Group</a> day. Post your thoughts on your own blog. Talk about your doubts and the fears you have conquered. Discuss your struggles and triumphs. Offer a word of encouragement for others who are struggling. Visit others in the group and connect with your fellow writer - aim for a dozen new people each time. 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TEXAS DESTINY/Dana Ransom<div class="box"><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9V8irrB3uunNEEAogihpAgAJ0MKKpjYckTxf-TOtYbny8fx7ofIOpbc2bIhxxzCWGHlFmLl6-6i0s9J6Sh8p_zypFC8NddB9-lPU1-VIKUFZC_mLlpc702DbbH8OEoMGqBJcxSugJmEoGeXN0h3xVn8-DXpPSSVPwFm_Ss-_X1JZDJ0ilyL7CeOD96FI/s940/10-01-23%20TD%20reissue.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="788" data-original-width="940" height="536" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9V8irrB3uunNEEAogihpAgAJ0MKKpjYckTxf-TOtYbny8fx7ofIOpbc2bIhxxzCWGHlFmLl6-6i0s9J6Sh8p_zypFC8NddB9-lPU1-VIKUFZC_mLlpc702DbbH8OEoMGqBJcxSugJmEoGeXN0h3xVn8-DXpPSSVPwFm_Ss-_X1JZDJ0ilyL7CeOD96FI/w640-h536/10-01-23%20TD%20reissue.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><span style="font-size: large;">The books are in the (e-) mail! Finally, I got up the grit to contact my editor at Harlequin/Silhouette to ask if she’d be interested in having me send her the two romantic suspense completes in a potential new series . . . and she replied “Absolutely! Send them!” Both manuscripts are now cozied up in her “In Box” along with prospectives for two more books in the series (never waste an opportunity!). Whew! Now, the really hard part. Waiting . . .</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">To keep my mind off my email, I’ve decided to revisit the past . . . the waaaay past and another long overdue plan to get reissues of my old Dana Ransom historicals back in print. I’ve been lost in rereading my favorite series set in Texas involving the Bass family . . . and haven’t moved since I opened that first page. I LOVE these books and am more determined than ever to reissue them with a bonus – a NEW book (or more!) in the series featuring the same characters and new family members (who’ve grown up quite nicely) that I’ve been putzing with for years. But first, here’s a sample from Book 2 <b><i><span style="color: red;">TEXAS DESTINY</span></i></b> which features characters that will play an important role in the new books.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6kSkr6K5AM30WnJkgGkc3tHVjD66xK_DITlOVj6HnrSL3MA95FXTogB4ouCI3U-jmEw6Alrg2z__v0cybLgoYUEP3ivTPPdquDawcc0eYs3U-bTPOrNS6uN7ukZvrwLrkjVIk2oQYnKjLOCzPEv4VC0ds_Q9nv45gyFSDcrxsl4niBKvlPPXLvV5e0qg/s257/Texas%20Destiny%202.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="257" data-original-width="160" height="257" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6kSkr6K5AM30WnJkgGkc3tHVjD66xK_DITlOVj6HnrSL3MA95FXTogB4ouCI3U-jmEw6Alrg2z__v0cybLgoYUEP3ivTPPdquDawcc0eYs3U-bTPOrNS6uN7ukZvrwLrkjVIk2oQYnKjLOCzPEv4VC0ds_Q9nv45gyFSDcrxsl4niBKvlPPXLvV5e0qg/s1600/Texas%20Destiny%202.jpg" width="160" /></a></div></div><center><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://a.co/d/byTBmq5" target="_blank">Amazon</a></span></div><div style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: large;">Published: January 1, 1994</span></div><div style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: large;">Length: 448 Pages</span></div><div style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/2295571.Texas_Destiny" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: large;">Add to Goodreads TBR→</span></a></div><div style="font-size: medium; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><i>DESTINED TO SAVE HIM</i></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Wounded and left for dead by a band of savage Apaches, Texas Ranger Jack Bass thought his life was over -- until a white woman dressed in Indian clothing suddenly appeared. Before he could learn the identity of this green-eyed angel of mercy, she vanished into the night, leaving him with only the memory of whispered words and a gentle touch...</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><i>DESTINED TO LOVE HER</i></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Ever since the terrifying day she was abducted from her husband's home and forced to live among the Apache, Emily Marcus knew she no longer had a place in the white man's world. But she couldn't forget the tender stranger she'd nursed back to life. Now, as fate conspired to bring them together once more, Emily found herself torn between honor and desire -- between vows made long ago and the love she'd risk her very soul to claim....</span></span></div></center><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: justify;"></div></span></div></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="font-size: x-large; text-align: left;"><span style="color: red; font-size: large;"><div style="color: black; font-size: medium;"><span face="-apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, "Helvetica Neue", Arial, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, "Apple Color Emoji", "Segoe UI Emoji", "Segoe UI Symbol", "Noto Color Emoji"" style="background-color: #f9f9f9; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bolder;"><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="font-size: medium;"><div style="background-color: red; box-sizing: border-box; margin-bottom: 5px; text-align: center;"><h2><span style="color: #444444;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit; font-size: 30px; font-weight: 400;"> The Excerpt </span></span></h2></div></div></span></span></div></span></div><div style="font-size: x-large; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span></div><div style="font-size: x-large; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span></div><span style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"><div style="font-size: x-large;"></div><blockquote><span id="docs-internal-guid-c8ec34c5-7fff-ce9b-5ed7-b7ad6467a03b"><span id="docs-internal-guid-7c49b90d-7fff-8a4f-78e4-9e2385978d2f"><span id="docs-internal-guid-f04fc262-7fff-f69b-4462-1c5d376c7a1c" style="font-size: large;"><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">It was heaven and hell.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The woman in his arms was everything Jack desired – strong, brave, sweet-spirited, and beautiful. Her touch made everything inside him all hot and fluid, like the spring waters at Boquillas. She was the kind of woman a man looked for all his life, and if he was lucky enough to find her, he was smart enough to never let her go. Most of his fellow rangers were happy with the solitary life, content to roll themselves in a blanket under the stars, eat their meals out of a tin, and wash when they started scaring away game. They had no dreams beyond the moment, and most didn’t care if the future lasted fifty years or fifty minutes, but Jack wasn’t like them. He’d come from a solid family background, had seen the love between his mother and Will, between his uncle and Amanda, had held his baby brothers and sister in his arms and had known right then that he wanted children of his own. He wanted the vision Harmon had given him years ago, of looking out over land of his own, a wife and kids beside him, a table to sit at, and the satisfaction of belonging. Heaven was finding the woman to make that dream come true.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span id="docs-internal-guid-380dc9a7-7fff-6765-5d2b-a8e5c8355e08"></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Hell was having her belong to someone else.</span></p></span></span></span></blockquote></span><div></div></div><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Almost finished with this reread then on to WILD TEXAS BRIDE. Yee Haw!! And while I’m lost out West, I’ll be busy plotting those new adventures!</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">What have you been up to??</span></div></span></span><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM1TNBWdr25e61Jn1vuw1eUyU40ts3cS045OgwYzibGNiyXaG6IPZDu4am8uT3soRCrQIc4lWG9WtYM-9C0CuD7Hcx5XmeKi0TCRQ346PePuSnKzZ6NJ0Xf_4B0_4Wq6rx0WKJrQ9Dz3w/s573/WeWriWa+Badge.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"><img border="0" data-original-height="573" data-original-width="573" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM1TNBWdr25e61Jn1vuw1eUyU40ts3cS045OgwYzibGNiyXaG6IPZDu4am8uT3soRCrQIc4lWG9WtYM-9C0CuD7Hcx5XmeKi0TCRQ346PePuSnKzZ6NJ0Xf_4B0_4Wq6rx0WKJrQ9Dz3w/w320-h320/WeWriWa+Badge.png" width="320" /></a></div></span><div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://wewriwa.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Weekend Writing Warriors</a> is a weekly hop for everyone who loves to write! 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FROM THIS DAY FORWARD $0.99 S*A*L*E!<div class="box"><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS6AYwk1olb7L0T5DO2v_wIl6Hrw5NeCbQB_tl7D-5vmbFqfz3A34vv8lulK6MKihnCngYQCXaIa049z5AntMJDwPws-telhyKSG_1Kz6Ogs7vSxl3NkNRWEIcyo13yUs5kD2m5qbfU50SvGdjQipd78kTjkB6JDczIz0TrZRpzG13Xkv9dGD7fTIFFuM/s940/09-24-23%20From%20This%20Day%20Forward%20(3).jpg" style="font-size: x-large; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="788" data-original-width="940" height="537" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS6AYwk1olb7L0T5DO2v_wIl6Hrw5NeCbQB_tl7D-5vmbFqfz3A34vv8lulK6MKihnCngYQCXaIa049z5AntMJDwPws-telhyKSG_1Kz6Ogs7vSxl3NkNRWEIcyo13yUs5kD2m5qbfU50SvGdjQipd78kTjkB6JDczIz0TrZRpzG13Xkv9dGD7fTIFFuM/w640-h537/09-24-23%20From%20This%20Day%20Forward%20(3).jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">When a dream finally comes true, it’s supposed to last forever, right? That’s what Robyn Lee believed with all her heart and soul . . . until a tragic accident on her honeymoon ended her illusions, widowing her before she had the chance to enjoy a taste married life. Now, she fills her empty hours making sure that other couples have the chance to enjoy the future she was denied with THIS PERFECT DAY, her upscale wedding planner business. Leave it to Kyle Travers to rock that boat when her best client insists that her cranky brother photograph her special day. What could go wrong?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>FROM THIS DAY FORWARD</b></div><center><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="550" sandbox="allow-scripts allow-same-origin allow-popups" src="https://read.amazon.com/kp/card?asin=B00PWGMYK6&preview=inline&linkCode=kpe&ref_=cm_sw_r_kb_dp_47RXV3501Z1TJGM6K6Z4" style="max-width: 100%;" type="text/html" width="336"></iframe></center><center><div style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://www.amazon.com/This-Day-Forward-Dana-Ransom-ebook/dp/B00PWGMYK6" target="_blank">Amazon</a> | <a href="https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/from-this-day-forward-d-ransom/1000242048?ean=9781611945690" target="_blank">Barnes & Noble</a> | <a href="https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/from-this-day-forward-19" target="_blank">Kobo Books</a></span></div><div style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: large;">Published: November 20, 2014</span></div><div style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: large;">Length: 188 Pages</span></div><div style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/23679129-from-this-day-forward" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: large;">Add to Goodreads TBR→</span></a></div><div style="font-size: medium; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-size: medium; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><i>Can two broken hearts make a perfect match?</i></b></span></div><div style="font-size: medium; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-size: medium; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Widowed on her honeymoon, Robyn Lee pours all her unfulfilled dreams of a happily-ever-after into her wedding planner business, hiding her own heartbreak by making perfect memories for couples beginning the loving future she was denied. The last thing she needs is for the brother of her dream client--whose endorsement will guarantee Robyn's success--to rock the boat . . . and her regimented world.</span></div><div style="font-size: medium; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-size: medium; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Through the lens of his camera, photojournalist Kyle Travers has witnessed all the ugliness life can offer. Still reeling from the death of his coworker in the field, he sees the frilly job of photographer at his sister's wedding as an annoyance--until he meets the steely organizer who protects her broken spirit almost as fiercely as he does his own--making him wonder if two fractured halves can make a stronger whole.</span></div></center></span><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: justify;"></div></span></div></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="font-size: x-large; text-align: left;"><span style="color: red; font-size: large;"><div style="color: black; font-size: medium;"><span face="-apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, "Helvetica Neue", Arial, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, "Apple Color Emoji", "Segoe UI Emoji", "Segoe UI Symbol", "Noto Color Emoji"" style="background-color: #f9f9f9; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bolder;"><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="font-size: medium;"><div style="background-color: red; box-sizing: border-box; margin-bottom: 5px; text-align: center;"><h2><span style="color: #444444;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit; font-size: 30px; font-weight: 400;"> The Excerpt </span></span></h2></div></div></span></span></div></span></div><div style="font-size: x-large; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span></div><div style="font-size: x-large; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span></div><span style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"><div style="font-size: x-large;"></div><blockquote><span id="docs-internal-guid-c8ec34c5-7fff-ce9b-5ed7-b7ad6467a03b"><span id="docs-internal-guid-7c49b90d-7fff-8a4f-78e4-9e2385978d2f"><span id="docs-internal-guid-f04fc262-7fff-f69b-4462-1c5d376c7a1c" style="font-size: large;"><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Robyn Lee wasn’t the kind of woman who interested Kyle Travers. He preferred his females stacked like a full house with an IQ equal to the sum of those cards. When he looked for a companion, he looked for soft and simple—nothing challenging, nothing involving, but rather a stimulant for the body and a tranquilizer for the mind that would flush from the system without a trace. He didn’t want a rocket scientist or a surrogate mother. He wanted a few pleasant hours under the covers, and he wanted to be gone. No commitments and absolutely nothing messy, like the tears clinging to Robyn’s lashes.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Ms. Lee wasn’t his kind of woman. For one thing, she was all fragile bones and vulnerability. He knew the first time he’d held her in his arms a good squeeze would snap her in half. She was delicate porcelain and he liked them stuffed with cotton batting with a little more to latch onto than angular hip bone. She had no rump and no chest to speak of, but she had those wickedly long legs that made a man think of things he shouldn’t. With Robyn Lee, he’d never get past the thinking stage. And that was fine with him. </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span id="docs-internal-guid-6b86b258-7fff-e338-2d48-f79b033839ee"></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Because he knew at first glance she wasn’t the kind of woman a man walked away from.</span></p></span></span></span></blockquote></span><div></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><i><span style="color: red;">FROM THIS DAY FORWARD</span></i></b> was one of four contemporary romances I enjoyed writing for Belle Books/Bell Bridge Books under pen name Dana Ransom. They were unique because they didn’t contain the edgy action my historicals and romantic suspense titles are known for, but instead focused on couple-centric real-life dramas (though I did manage to sneak in at least one explosion! Not in this title, though!). And you know what, surprise, surprise!, human drama can really kick butt! And another fun aside – all four book are anchored in my home state of Michigan, which has everything from warm beaches to wild and wooly forests to high tech industry and Mom-and-Pop stores. Grab up a copy of FTDF and kick back as these last few weeks of summer give way to the crisp snap of fall.</span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM1TNBWdr25e61Jn1vuw1eUyU40ts3cS045OgwYzibGNiyXaG6IPZDu4am8uT3soRCrQIc4lWG9WtYM-9C0CuD7Hcx5XmeKi0TCRQ346PePuSnKzZ6NJ0Xf_4B0_4Wq6rx0WKJrQ9Dz3w/s573/WeWriWa+Badge.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"><img border="0" data-original-height="573" data-original-width="573" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM1TNBWdr25e61Jn1vuw1eUyU40ts3cS045OgwYzibGNiyXaG6IPZDu4am8uT3soRCrQIc4lWG9WtYM-9C0CuD7Hcx5XmeKi0TCRQ346PePuSnKzZ6NJ0Xf_4B0_4Wq6rx0WKJrQ9Dz3w/w320-h320/WeWriWa+Badge.png" width="320" /></a></div></span><div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://wewriwa.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Weekend Writing Warriors</a> is a weekly hop for everyone who loves to write! Share an 8 to 10 sentence snippet of your writing on Sunday. Visit other participants on the list and read, critique, and comment on their #8sunday posts.</span></div></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>Spread the word, share the love, warriors - Hashtag #8sunday.</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><br /></i></b></div></span></span><div><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="font-size: medium;"><hr style="background-color: white; background-image: linear-gradient(to right, rgba(0, 0, 0, 0), rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.75), rgba(0, 0, 0, 0)); border: 0px; box-sizing: content-box; color: #555555; font-family: "PT Sans", sans-serif; font-size: 15px; height: 1px; margin-bottom: 20px; margin-top: 20px; text-align: justify;" /></div></span></span><h1 style="text-align: center;">Nancy on the Web</h1><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><center><div><a href="http://nancygideon.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Blog</a> <span style="line-height: 16.8667px;">| </span><a href="https://www.facebook.com/NancyGideonAuthor" target="_blank">Facebook</a> <span style="line-height: 16.8667px;">| </span><a href="https://twitter.com/Gideon2Nancy" target="_blank">Twitter</a> <span style="line-height: 16.8667px;">| </span><a href="http://www.pinterest.com/nancygideon/" target="_blank">Pinterest</a> <span style="line-height: 16.8667px;">| <a href="https://www.instagram.com/nancygideon615/" target="_blank">Instagram</a> </span>| <a href="https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCl1ZVFAkNMUsWwdGqu2w41w/" target="_blank">YouTube</a> |<span style="line-height: 16.8667px;"> </span><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/282919.Nancy_Gideon" target="_blank">Goodreads</a> <span style="line-height: 16.8667px;">| </span><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Nancy-Gideon/e/B001H9PV8E/ref=la_B001H9PV8E_pg_1?rh=n%3A283155%2Cp_82%3AB001H9PV8E&ie=UTF8&qid=1403088685" target="_blank">Amazon</a></div><div><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/group/show/109994-nancy-gideon-by-moonlight" target="_blank">Goodreads “Nancy Gideon by Moonlight” group</a></div><span style="font-size: small;"><script>!function(d,s,id){var js,fjs=d.getElementsByTagName(s)[0];if(!d.getElementById(id)){js=d.createElement(s);js.id=id;js.src="//platform.twitter.com/widgets.js";fjs.parentNode.insertBefore(js,fjs);}}(document,"script","twitter-wjs");</script></span></center></span></span></div><div><br /><br /></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Nancy Gideonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07493107610530282642noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812763750431392902.post-32004570703044073382023-09-06T00:01:00.001-04:002023-09-06T00:01:00.185-04:00IWSG: Happy Birthday, IWSG!!<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRD6wS437bYdOZuQxmb7HVrxvSB_3Fcbce3dC41Nlj4DT3xoUnvQJzHUkxqKN7X1faZe5w_Z8I8d0FCQPm5_gDReEM4T5OiGp0qPYInU6EYPEQAp6RCsdPIutimHWqH1oI7ilHu8HlhYi_ll8i_n0Jm3kbGytM1FP1f9WRvb8xhCzgVIZyOoqkob6r1Hg/s1000/09-06-23%20IWSG%2012th%20Anniversary.jpg" style="font-size: x-large; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="1000" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRD6wS437bYdOZuQxmb7HVrxvSB_3Fcbce3dC41Nlj4DT3xoUnvQJzHUkxqKN7X1faZe5w_Z8I8d0FCQPm5_gDReEM4T5OiGp0qPYInU6EYPEQAp6RCsdPIutimHWqH1oI7ilHu8HlhYi_ll8i_n0Jm3kbGytM1FP1f9WRvb8xhCzgVIZyOoqkob6r1Hg/w640-h640/09-06-23%20IWSG%2012th%20Anniversary.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div><span><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">We’ve (and I’ve!) come a long way, baby!</span></div><span id="docs-internal-guid-3d5c021e-7fff-42a0-0638-c098404010e3"><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">September 6th question: <span style="color: red;"><i>The IWSG celebrates 12 years today! When did you discover the IWSG, how do you connect, and how has it helped you?</i></span></div></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">I got onboard IWSG late that first (or second) year when one of my writer pals, Diane Burton asked me what I’d heard about a new social media site for writers. I’m notoriously cautious about weekly/monthly online commitments (especially when I was working fulltime) but the uniqueness of IWSG sounded perfect. A set topic and quick shoutout about what I’ve been doing, kudos to those hosting the monthly event and then . . . the best part . . . finding new writer friends! There were almost 500 (!) when I joined, a jaw dropping number that, like all new things, parred down over the years to a healthy 120ish. The advantage is that most of my other media groups are in my genre (mainly romance) – but IWSG covers all of them, including coveted film! I’ve gotten wonderful insights and suggestions from the entire realm of written (plus vocal and visual) content. Woo Hoo!</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">And then there’s the chance to participate by hosting. I’ve met some fantastic writers (the new and the amazingly prolific) and have gleaned priceless nuggets of knowledge by that simple contact and get-to-know you via websites/blogs. We are one heck of a creative (and generous!) group! And it’s that diversity that makes us unique. Woo Hoo us!! Here’s to another dozen (and beyond)!</span></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH96B9Xx9fuoCqh7NqigGyTNn-h9kbpaaIFS6DhtjCkJ7yGh-JJKsL-R2w_PCU08ChxRZtLdklRp1h-s6xWeldIIrsCAp6363lR9LmYm3ksiuELESfJ9wPP8tqrV_vJmAn9D7uG1NOclM/s320/Insecure+Writers+Support+Group+Badge.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="315" data-original-width="320" height="315" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH96B9Xx9fuoCqh7NqigGyTNn-h9kbpaaIFS6DhtjCkJ7yGh-JJKsL-R2w_PCU08ChxRZtLdklRp1h-s6xWeldIIrsCAp6363lR9LmYm3ksiuELESfJ9wPP8tqrV_vJmAn9D7uG1NOclM/s0/Insecure+Writers+Support+Group+Badge.jpg" width="320" /></a></div></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"></div></span><div><div><div style="font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://www.insecurewriterssupportgroup.com/" target="_blank">The Insecure Writer’s Support Group</a></span></span></div><span><span style="font-size: large;"></span></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><span><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><b>Purpose:</b><span> To share and encourage. Writers can express doubts and concerns without fear of appearing foolish or weak. Those who have been through the fire can offer assistance and guidance. It’s a safe haven for insecure writers of all kinds!</span></span></div></span><span style="font-family: inherit;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Posting:</b> The first Wednesday of every month is officially <a href="https://www.insecurewriterssupportgroup.com/p/iwsg-sign-up.html" target="_blank">Insecure Writer’s Support Group</a> day. Post your thoughts on your own blog. Talk about your doubts and the fears you have conquered. Discuss your struggles and triumphs. Offer a word of encouragement for others who are struggling. Visit others in the group and connect with your fellow writer - aim for a dozen new people each time. The awesome co-hosts for the September 6th posting of the IWSG will be <a href="https://soniadogra.com/" target="_blank">Sonia Dogra,</a> <a href="https://jlennidorner.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">J Lenni Dorner,</a> <a href="http://www.patgarciaandeverythingmustchange.com/" target="_blank">Pat Garcia,</a> <a href="http://thefauxfountainpen.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Sarah - The Faux Fountain Pen,</a> and <a href="https://authormekajames.wordpress.com/" target="_blank">Meka James</a>!</span></div><span><div style="font-size: x-large; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Let’s rock the neurotic writing world!</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Twitter hashtag is #IWSG</span></div></span></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: left;"><div><div><div><span><div style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-size: medium; text-align: center;"><span><span face=""PT Sans", sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-size: 15px;"> </span><button class="btn btn-danger" style="appearance: button; background-color: black; background-image: none; border-color: #000000); border-radius: 4px; border-style: solid; cursor: pointer; font-family: inherit; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; line-height: 1.42857; margin: 0px; overflow: visible; padding: 6px 12px; touch-action: manipulation; user-select: none; vertical-align: middle; white-space: nowrap;" type="button"><span style="color: white; font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: white;"><a href="https://www.linkytools.com/wordpress_list.aspx?id=103850&type=basic" target="_blank">Click Here</a> </span>→</span></button><span face=""PT Sans", sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-size: 15px;"> </span></span></div><div style="font-size: medium;"><br /></div><div style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"><b><i>To join the IWSG Blog Hop and view the List of Hop Participants!</i></b></span></div><div style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div><span style="color: red;"><div style="color: black; font-size: medium; text-align: center;"><hr style="background-color: white; background-image: linear-gradient(to right, rgba(0, 0, 0, 0), rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.75), rgba(0, 0, 0, 0)); border: 0px; box-sizing: content-box; color: #555555; font-family: "PT Sans", sans-serif; font-size: 15px; height: 1px; margin-bottom: 20px; margin-top: 20px; text-align: justify;" /></div><div><div style="color: black; text-align: -webkit-center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://www.facebook.com/NancyGideonAuthor" target="_blank">Facebook</a> <span style="line-height: 16.8667px;">| </span><a href="https://twitter.com/Gideon2Nancy" target="_blank">Twitter</a> <span style="line-height: 16.8667px;">| </span><a href="http://www.pinterest.com/nancygideon/" target="_blank">Pinterest</a> <span style="line-height: 16.8667px;">| <a href="https://www.instagram.com/nancygideon615/" target="_blank">Instagram</a> </span>| <a href="https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCl1ZVFAkNMUsWwdGqu2w41w/" target="_blank">YouTube</a> |<span style="line-height: 16.8667px;"> </span><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/282919.Nancy_Gideon" target="_blank">Goodreads</a> <span style="line-height: 16.8667px;">| </span><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Nancy-Gideon/e/B001H9PV8E/ref=la_B001H9PV8E_pg_1?rh=n%3A283155%2Cp_82%3AB001H9PV8E&ie=UTF8&qid=1403088685" target="_blank">Amazon</a></span></div><div style="color: black; text-align: -webkit-center;"><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/group/show/109994-nancy-gideon-by-moonlight" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: medium;">Goodreads “Nancy Gideon by Moonlight” group</span></a></div><div style="font-size: medium;"><br /></div><span style="color: black; font-size: small; text-align: -webkit-center;"><script>!function(d,s,id){var js,fjs=d.getElementsByTagName(s)[0];if(!d.getElementById(id)){js=d.createElement(s);js.id=id;js.src="//platform.twitter.com/widgets.js";fjs.parentNode.insertBefore(js,fjs);}}(document,"script","twitter-wjs");</script></span></div></span></div></span></div></div></div></div></div>Nancy Gideonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07493107610530282642noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812763750431392902.post-24390748306248007372023-09-03T00:01:00.003-04:002023-09-03T00:01:00.132-04:00WeWriWa: She could lose her life . . . but he’s risking his soul! MIDNIGHT MASQUERADE – Just $0.99 Sept. 1-15<div class="box"><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7oPkFR5igEF4FBoWD_UwIMZbM_TVzOBSLAaGJIAuiAQf_RNQgfdZaTTqwaA8ncPpZDI4NwwCQe2YNBr9U2pSLczgt76rjTPiaKAO8QxkL73XPGkb-RqPD98xgcNhAPhLTaNJMUgA4gR31tHlrgSkOKT2Cz7-M9oLc9GUm0QGRCINbRbEm2_sw1RTU0m0/s940/09-03-23%20MM%20.99%20Sale%20Sept%201-15.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="788" data-original-width="940" height="536" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7oPkFR5igEF4FBoWD_UwIMZbM_TVzOBSLAaGJIAuiAQf_RNQgfdZaTTqwaA8ncPpZDI4NwwCQe2YNBr9U2pSLczgt76rjTPiaKAO8QxkL73XPGkb-RqPD98xgcNhAPhLTaNJMUgA4gR31tHlrgSkOKT2Cz7-M9oLc9GUm0QGRCINbRbEm2_sw1RTU0m0/w640-h536/09-03-23%20MM%20.99%20Sale%20Sept%201-15.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-weight: bold; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">I love, love, LOVE sinking my teeth into a good vampire story and <b><i><span style="color: red;">MIDNIGHT MASQUERADE</span></i></b> has everything one looks for: An invitation too good to be true for a down on his luck New Orleans attorney running from the darkness of his past. A mystery she’d give everything to solve, including her detective shield—up to and including her own life! A D.C. law firm where its after dark business is anything but usual. Sink your teeth into <b><i><span style="color: red;">MIDNIGHT MASQUERADE</span>!</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><h3 style="text-align: center;">Midnight Masquerade (Touched by Midnight - Book 8)</h3><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="550" src="https://read.amazon.com/kp/card?asin=B004ZFXODQ&preview=inline&linkCode=kpe&ref_=cm_sw_r_kb_dp_F6QQY7JXCA7HR4PF55Y9" style="max-width: 100%;" type="text/html" width="336"></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Midnight-Masquerade-Touched-Book-ebook/dp/B004ZFXODQ/" target="_blank">Amazon</a> | <a href="https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/midnight-masquerade-nancy-gideon/1100407264?ean=2940156969654" target="_blank">Barnes & Noble</a> | <a href="https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/midnight-masquerade-4" target="_blank">Kobo Books</a> | <a href="https://books.apple.com/us/book/midnight-masquerade/id1135322411" target="_blank">iBooks</a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Published: May 4, 2011</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Length: 234 Pages</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/41081519-midnight-masquerade" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: large;">Add to Goodreads TBR→</span></a></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b><i>Can they escape the shadows of the past?</i></b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b><i>This time, he could lose his soul . . .</i></b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">An invitation to join an exclusive D.C. law firm seems like a chance for Nick Flynn to leave his mistakes behind. But it's his shadowy past and unrealized inheritance that attracted his mysterious employers. Once embroiled in their dark schemes, his struggle for success becomes a battle for his salvation.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b><i>And she could lose her life . . .</i></b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Loner detective Rae Borden goes undercover as a call girl to discover the truth about her best friend's death. Her carefully laid plan of revenge and personal redemption becomes a crusade against an unbelievable evil . . . with Nick Flynn in the middle.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: red; font-size: large;">"Nancy Gideon is one of the best supernatural writers on the market today!" <i>— Midwest Book Review/BookWire</i></span></div></div></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span id="docs-internal-guid-e76b3948-7fff-847b-a00d-0d721bfd4de9"><div><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><br /></span></div></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: justify;"></div></span></div></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="font-size: x-large; text-align: left;"><span style="color: red; font-size: large;"><div style="color: black; font-size: medium;"><span face="-apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, "Helvetica Neue", Arial, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, "Apple Color Emoji", "Segoe UI Emoji", "Segoe UI Symbol", "Noto Color Emoji"" style="background-color: #f9f9f9; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bolder;"><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="font-size: medium;"><div style="background-color: red; box-sizing: border-box; margin-bottom: 5px; text-align: center;"><h2><span style="color: #444444;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit; font-size: 30px; font-weight: 400;"> The Excerpt </span></span></h2></div></div></span></span></div></span></div><div style="font-size: x-large; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span></div><div style="font-size: x-large; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span></div><span style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"><div style="font-size: x-large;"></div><blockquote><span id="docs-internal-guid-c8ec34c5-7fff-ce9b-5ed7-b7ad6467a03b"><span id="docs-internal-guid-7c49b90d-7fff-8a4f-78e4-9e2385978d2f"><span id="docs-internal-guid-f04fc262-7fff-f69b-4462-1c5d376c7a1c" style="font-size: large;"><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Kazmir Zanlos’s corner office shimmered with chrome and reflective surfaces, reminding Nick of the man himself, both dazzling the eye, but allowing no hint of the depth behind that polished exterior . . . or the decay. As a boy, he’d thought to wade out into still, clear waters trying to catch a frog only to find himself mired in the deadly quicksand concealed under the deceptively placid illusion. He felt the same way now, only Kaz Zanlos wasn’t sucking at his feet, he was devouring his soul, and like that child stuck in the bog, he wasn’t sure how to extricate himself.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">While he waited, Nick glanced about the surroundings that had so impressed him upon his first interview. The obvious wealth, the scent of success, the reflection of everything he desired—for a price he hadn’t known he’d have to pay. </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span id="docs-internal-guid-5c309f1c-7fff-791e-0f1f-9bacf810904d"></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Who was he trying to kid? By the time Zanlos had come to him, he’d already sold his soul for success so who was he to throw stones? If he hadn’t known what Zanlos was from the get-go, it was because he hadn’t wanted to know, still didn’t want to know, even though that truth beat at him like a morning-after headache. He couldn’t condemn Zanlos because they were birds of a feather. Those birds were vultures, circling in search of ripe carrion.</span></p></span></span></span></blockquote></span><div></div></div><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span id="docs-internal-guid-0892727c-7fff-e963-9d49-44018e212020"><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.295; margin-bottom: 8pt; margin-top: 0pt;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV4WSXBjeIwfsowuXNGyyZTg9wLKMifNLzHCNFA7oyVe6nlgty6NcG0Xqmego6lmX8t8F7HMxuyd52McGUhBAE0ncdF-iOLUTaxU0_G2dTqwL1eBK4grGbgUJkB8KDAbckWukGWTxAdcadZ07RKt4eKJBGH2NA-lKpqYIKycXMIegaUlV3J6i14wmNvgQ/s853/09-03-23%20midnight_masquerade%20original%20cover.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="853" data-original-width="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV4WSXBjeIwfsowuXNGyyZTg9wLKMifNLzHCNFA7oyVe6nlgty6NcG0Xqmego6lmX8t8F7HMxuyd52McGUhBAE0ncdF-iOLUTaxU0_G2dTqwL1eBK4grGbgUJkB8KDAbckWukGWTxAdcadZ07RKt4eKJBGH2NA-lKpqYIKycXMIegaUlV3J6i14wmNvgQ/s16000/09-03-23%20midnight_masquerade%20original%20cover.jpg" /></a></div><br /><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">This book was literally born riding the escalator featured on the original front cover. It leads to the underground metro train where my writer friends and I traveled from the conference hotel into the city to shop during afternoon breaks and to hit the theatre – after dark when at its creepiest. The angle was so steep, you couldn’t see the top or the bottom from the other end. The temperature dropped to shiver-inducing chilliness during the ride down. And the prologue came to life during one of those up close and too personal descents when someone dropped their keys. Brrrrr!</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">I’ll be at a writers’ getaway out of town next weekend so I may not be here. 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