Welcome to My Sexy Saturday Week 174! This week’s theme is My Sexy Rainy Afternoon.
Hubs and I love rainy afternoons, especially when we don’t have to go anywhere or do anything specific. We’ll just leave you with that image and hope you take advantage of your own opportunities…
Tracy’s rainy afternoon hardly starts out romantic – but it’s going to send her life into a complete 180 and turn it upside down. Here’s how it all got started:
Threatened race horses, city slicker attorney, sexy California wrangler—what can possibly go wrong?
Traci Steele peered through the rain-splattered windshield of her rental car trying to focus on the taillights ahead. She’d climbed the foothills east of San Diego for nearly an hour. Abruptly, the traffic slowed to a snail’s pace.
Why so slow? The rain was letting up some. Traci loosened her grip on the steering wheel to rub first one forearm and then the other.
She squinted trying to read the orange road sign. Damn. The sign grew clearer with each few feet she advanced: Detour Ahead.
A lanky deputy sheriff leaned down to answer her unasked question. “Sorry, ma’am, the road is closed. We had an oil tanker jackknife and roll on the slick pavement. This road likely won’t be reopened until sometime tomorrow.”
“I’m headed for Buteo. To the Live Oak Resort.”
“No problem. Just stay on this route we’re sending traffic over.” The deputy gestured toward the narrow road to Traci’s right. “About a mile down that road you’ll have an option to come back to the main road you’re on now. Don’t take it. This detour is actually a short cut to Buteo, and the views can be spectacular. Just don’t try going too fast.”
“Thanks.” Traci nodded, raking fingers through her hair. “I won’t be rushing on these roads.”
She took the right-hand turn. A small paint-chipped sign read Buteo Canyon Road. Another stated Open Range. What did that mean?
Three miles farther the road climbed sharply. It twisted and wove its way through deep ravines and across a dried-up creek bed. A bright yellow sign proclaimed Dip Subject to Flooding. Easing closer, she looked up and down the ravine as far as she could see, then sped across. Safe, for the moment, anyway.
She won’t be safe for long…
Hot-shot Chicago prosecuting attorney Traci Steele works tirelessly keeping rapists off the street to prevent other women from suffering the hell she’s endured, so she resists her friends’ insistence that she take a two month R&R in their California Live Oak condo—until they persuade her to help their rancher friend as a private investigator
Though he runs the stables at Live Oak, well-muscled mustached wrangler Scott McCord much prefers working with the race horses he trains at his ranch, and he can’t believe his old friends have sent a greenhorn female to help him with horse troubles.
The improbable dance between this mismatched pair barely fits in around the escalating suspense of whoever’s after Scott’s horses. Traci is as tenacious in her sleuthing as she is terrified about her inability to ever love a man. Can Scott succeed in gentling her – like he does his horses – before she flees in panic?
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Detour Ahead is Book Four in our Riders Up series, set in the horse racing industry. We’re featuring some of our Romantic Suspense at My Sexy Saturday in anticipation of our upcoming Romantic Suspense release, The Painter is a Lady, scheduled for March 17 at Extasy books!
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Welcome to the MFRW Weekly Blog Challenge! This week’s topic is “Sorry, Editor: My Common Writing Mistakes.”
I like to think hubs and I are pretty good at submitting clean manuscripts, so this is a hard one to fess up to, but here goes!
When we first decided to try our hand at fiction after having done some academic writing together, we were fortunate to find the Romance Writers of America and join our local chapter. It wasn’t long before the chapter offered a day-long romance writing workshop facilitated by Jennifer Crusie, which was an eye opener for us. We had a steep learning curve ahead!
One of the invaluable things she spoke about, however, was what she called the “Don’t Look Down” draft. You know the moment – when Wile E. Coyote runs off the cliff, he doesn’t start to fall until he looks down and realizes the earth is no longer under his ninety-mile-an-hour feet.
The point is that when the muse is flowing and the characters are talking is NOT the moment to get all bungled up in grammar, spelling, commas, and proper English. Get the ideas down, however rough. Go with the flow. Don’t look down. Go until it stops…
And Then: Take a deep breath, face what’s on the page, and edit it mercilessly.
Which we do. But I’m here to tell you that even with two of us (plus a couple beta readers) passing a manuscript back and forth what seems like countless times, there are typos that still pop up when it gets to our editor.
That’s because our brains are a marvelous invention – in their mad dash to bring us meaning out of what we read, our brains readily supply what ought to be there, instead of what’s actually on the page.
So our apologies to our editors, who have to weed the typos out and fix them. Sadly, it’s not even a learning experience. If I make a grammar mistake and someone teaches me the correct solution, I can learn that and apply it in the future. But typos? #%&*@ Typos? Random events, it feels like, twice over: randomly hitting the page, and randomly being missed by several pairs of eyes.
Tedious work, but worth it in the end. Thank you, editors!
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. . . Meghan Muldoon is at a cross-roads in her life: struggling to balance the demands of a high stress vocation as an advocate for victims of violence with her feelings for Keenan Rossi, a man who wants to make their relationship permanent.
. . . On Valentine’s Day, a series of routine crises force Meg to question staying in a profession which fulfills her both professionally and spiritually—or devoting the rest of her life to the one person who completes her.
. . . Which one is For Keeps?
From now through February 14, 2017, the Wild Rose Press is offering all their Valentine themed stories at drastically reduced prices. This offer includes the Candy Hearts series, released one year ago, which remains timeless for romance as well as laughs.
What did you think the first time you saw Keenan Rossi? It was several years ago when, as the newly appointed Director of Crime Victim Services, I was invited to sit in on the monthly crime stats meeting. I noticed this well-built man with wide shoulders and a broad chest staring at me as if he’d never seen a woman in a skirt before. He had a huge coffee stain on his shirt–which he tried valiantly to cover up but failed dismally. Much later I learned he spilled the coffee because he was too busy scoping out my legs and failed to pay attention to the spigot on the coffee urn.
What was your second thought? That he had great hands. Big, rough, a working man’s hands. They intrigued me.
What do you like most about him? Keenan is driven by a golden conscience. He calls his parents often, even when he’d rather be doing something else.
Why do you think that is? As a boy, every Sunday morning, right after Mass, he watched his father pick up the phone and call his mother to check in on her. Kee says they often spoke for more than an hour. His father let her ramble on, even if she was repeating herself. Keenan picked that habit up and I love him all the more for it.
How would you describe him? Big, bold, eye-catching. Nice eyes. A heart of gold beneath a veneer of bluster. He has a great chest, too. The kind a woman can curl up against.
How would he describe you? Stubborn, driven, obstinate.
What made you choose victim advocacy for a career? I went through college on the ROTC program, then spent a number of years in the US Air Force after graduation, mostly with the OSI, Office of Special Investigations. It was there that I was exposed to crimes against women and children. After mustering out, I used the GI Bill to pay for law school. Working with victims of crime seemed like a natural consequence of my education. I’ve never regretted the choices I made.
Who is your favorite fictional character? Brenda Lee Johnson from TV’s The Closer and Ouiza Boudreau from Steel Magnolias. They are strong women who often don’t know their own limits, which doesn’t stop them from forging along.
What book is on your nightstand right now? Bellevue: Three Centuries of Medicine and Mayhem at America’s Most Storied Hospital. It is written by David Oshinsky who won a Pulitzer for his earlier book on Polio. I asked Kee to get me this for Christmas. He winced, shook his head, he did it. I gave him a new band saw. Don’t ask.
Last question, when you want to romance Keenan, what do you do? I make a big pot of tapioca pudding–from scratch. It is a royal pain but it’s his favorite so if he’s had a particularly difficult case, I like to spoil him with it. I often dress it up with fresh berries and real whipped cream. The man turns to putty. Then I turn on “Heavenly”, my favorite Johnny Mathis CD, and let nature take its course.
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