Tuesday, July 11, 2017

Where the Fun Started- The Marquesa's Necklace #MFRWHooks





This week I'm joining in MFRW's Book Hooks. I've decided to highlight The Marquesa's Necklace, the first book in the Oak Grove Mysteries.This is from the scene where the reader is introduced to Detective Thomason.

 Thankfully, it was only moments until Detective Thomason appeared. I gave him the once over—brown hair still cut short—check. Glasses hiding those dark brown eyes—check. His shirt rumpled and in need of an iron—check. No wedding band in his finger—check. Yep, nothing had changed.
As I stood, his eyes wandered from my face down to my shoes. The corners of his lips curled upward, but I wouldn’t say that he smiled. A smile would have looked odd on his normally grim face.
“If you would come with me, please?” he said.

He even put the please in there, unlike our previous encounters. Of course, those times, I had been either in booking or in one of the interrogation chambers. I know, I know, they’re interview rooms. Whatever. I followed him through a maze of desks and hallways and into a small but comfortable office, my heels clicking on the tile floor. I’d never noticed before what a nice behind he had. I wondered if it was just the pants he was wearing, or if I’d just not looked before, having other things on my mind. Like calling a lawyer.



Blurb: 

Harmony Duprie enjoyed her well-ordered life in the quiet little town of Oak Grove—until her arrest for drug trafficking. Cleared of all charges, she wants nothing more than to return to the uneventful lifestyle of a historical researcher she once savored.

But when her beloved old car “George” is stolen and explodes into a ball of flames, it sets off a series of events that throws her plans into turmoil. Toss in a police detective that may or may not be interested in her, an attractive but mysterious stranger on her trail, and an ex-boyfriend doing time, and Harmony’s life freefalls into a downward spiral of chaos.

Now she has to use her research skills to figure out who is behind the sinister incidents plaguing her, and why. And she better take it seriously, like her life depends upon finding the right answers.


Because it might.

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Monday, July 10, 2017

A Day in the Life #Open book Blog Hop



It's boring folks. I have a standard 9-5 job. Well, it's 8:00 to 4:30, but you get the drift. So I spend my day in front of a computer screen and on conference calls. Thrilling, right?

Only I'd be lying. See, I work in IT. And I have one little word in my job title that changes everything. "Security." That means there's a lot about my job I can't tell you.

What I can tell you is that we pray for those boring moments in IT, because the excitement happens when something breaks. We don't like it when something doesn't work right. Neither do all the people who depend on the systems we operate, because that means they can't do their job in the normal fashion. We like it even less when it's a problem we can't fix within a few minutes.


And no, that's not me. I use enough programs on a daily basis that I have three screens. They take up a lot of territory on my desk. I don't drink coffee either. I never learned to like it. I keep a water bottle within reach all day and my coffee mugs are filled with pens.

But I have a great bunch of co-workers. On the days when everything is going smoothly, we sneak in a bit of fun to our normal routine. Things like Nerf gun battles (we are geeks!) and putt-putt golf in the hallways.Those are only short breaks, because there are systems to monitor and maintain and work to be done.

I'm always glad to head home to spend time with my dear hubby and the rest of my family. Of course, I have to take time to catch up on social media and write, so some of my time is spent by myself. I look forward to weekends when I can unwind and hopefully spend some extra time on writing.

So that's my day. Pretty normal these days, not like when I traveled for a living. That's a different day's post.

Now let's jump over and see what everyone else's day is like!












July 10, 2017 – What Is A Day In The Life Of A _________ (Insert Your Career) Like?
Walk your readers through the hour-by-hour day in the life of (your title). Also, don’t forget to share pictures. It’s always a lot of fun for people to peak into others’ lives.
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Monday, July 3, 2017

Dream Vacation- #OpenBook Blog Hop



This week we're talking about our dream vacations. And you know where I'm going right?

I'd start off with a drive to a small town somewhere in the Rocky Mountains. That leaves a lot of choices. Walden, Estes Park, Nederland—I don't have to be picky in my dreams.

There, I'd meet up with an experienced guide. I'd probably spend one night in a lodge, meeting fellow adventurers, getting acclimated to the altitude and having a beer or two. I'd go to bed early (if I was smart) because we'd be leaving early in the morning.

Breakfast the next day would be quick and easy. Cold cereal and fruit maybe, because there's a long ride ahead. First, a short drive to the alpine pasture where the horses wait for us—I get an older, gentle horse who's experienced enough to help a novice rider—and then we take off. There's no rush, and the horses meander along a well-worn path without urging. Most of them know the way as well as our guides.




We make frequent stops, admiring the scenery and getting off the horses long enough to stretch our legs. Lunch is sandwiches and (no chips- we don't need the salt) and more fruit, eaten beside a mountain stream. Oh, and we drink lots of water and re-apply our suntan lotion. Wrens and jays chatter happily as they flit from aspen branch to aspen branch. A few people take off their shoes and socks to go wading, but I refrain. I already know how cold a creek fed by snow melt is, and I grin at their cries of surprise.

Although the spot would be perfect (in my mind) for a place to camp, it wouldn't accommodate the whole group, so we mount up and take off again. Our destination is still a couple of hours ahead. I'm already feeling a story coming on, but I can't put words on paper just yet.

Although the clouds overhead seem to threaten us with a shower, the guides appear unperturbed. The trail we followed was steeper now, but the horses didn't seem to mind. Around each bend there is new and marvelous scenery, and we are accompanied by a string of "oohs" and "ahs" as well as the clicks of cameras. I'm starting to feel the ache in my legs and mu back, but I know there isn't too much farther to go.

Then we reach it. The high mountain lake that will be our home for the next few days. I breathe in the fresh air for several minutes before I set up my tent and roll out my sleeping bag, but there is still plenty of time before dark. Some of the other guests already have their fishing poles out, but I have other fish to fry.



But first there is supper, a simple meal of home-made chili and and fresh veggies to munch on. We sit on stools made out of old logs and talk about the the day as we sip on out drink of choice. For me, more beer. There will be the obligatory campfire once it gets dark, along with a few brave souls singing to the rising of the moon.

Some of the more enthusiastic fisherman will rise with the sun but chances are I'll sleep in. After breakfast, I'll finally have a chance to grab a notepad and pen and wander off to find a tree to sit under. Hopefully, the words will pour out. I'll stop long enough for lunch then go for a long walk in the afternoon. Take pictures of mountain wildflowers and mull over where the story is going. Head back to camp eventually, and do some more writing before supper.



Several days later, when it's time to leave, I'll have a solid start on a new story. Or two or three of them. When we roll up our sleeping bags and take down the tents, I'll be sad and happy at the same time. The return to civilization and the chance to take a shower will be welcome, as well as seeing my loved ones again.

And that's it. My dream vacation. What's yours?






I'm looking forward to seeing what everyone else dreams about. Let's follow the links below.





July 3, 2017 – What Is The Next Vacation You’d Love To Take?
Dream away. Share the fun. Or if your blog or business is made up of a team, you could always share where each of the team wants to go on vacation next. This is another one of those blog ideas that really help an audience get to know you better.
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5. Put a banner on your blog that you are participating.
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