Saturday Spotlight: Souls Asunder.

Souls Asunder
By
Miranda Brock
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Blurb

Following her purpose and picking up the pieces of her fractured heart is all Autumn wishes for. Increasing confrontations with Dehmons and the unveiling of powers keeps Autumn and her protective Searchers plenty busy, giving the Keeper the distraction she craves. Life is moving on and Autumn is beginning to find peace and strength once more.

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That is, until something sinister and mysterious begins to slip into Autumn’s life, bringing with it doubts more dangerous than the Dehmons who threaten the Keeper’s existence.

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New challenges arise as the Dehmon Masters start to leave their sanctuary, and with the discovery of a spear capable of turning humans into dark-souled Dehmons, the race to save innocents is more desperate than ever.

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With the enemy pressing in on all sides, will Autumn be able to uncover the truth of the dark and treacherous visions haunting her mind, and untangle her heart in the process?

 

Join Keeper Autumn and her band of Searchers as they journey toward a destination none of them are prepared for.

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Revisiting a Scene from The White Carnation!

The White CarnationGood morning! Vacations are fun, but it’s always nice to go home again, even if you do get buried in tons of laundry.  This year, we made a different choice about our camping vacation. We booked our standard 14 days, but gave five of them to our daughter and her family while we took a few mini-vacations of our own.  One of the three special places we visited was an old favorite haunt, Lake Placid, New York, and I made a point of asking my hubby to stop and let me take pictures of a small stream I used as a setting for a scene in The White Carnation, Book One of the Harvester Series, later called The Harvester Saga when it came out in a bundle.

Lake Placid featured prominently in that book, both as a hideaway from whoever was out to get Faye, but also as the place where Rob and Faye rekindled their romance.

Here is the excerpt from the novel.

Rob signaled and got off the road at a designated lookout point. They were east of a small bridge over a fast-moving stream. The water gurgled and splashed over huge chunks of igneous rocks on the stream’s bottom, bubbling and roiling as it raced along in a swift current.

Faye leaned against him, threading her arm through his. He could smell the pine trees, a scent he always associated with the fresh air.

“It smells like Christmas here—like it did when I was young and we had a real tree each year.” There was a sadness and longing in her voice he hadn’t noticed before. “It’s peaceful, too. We’re right next to the road, and yet, I can hear everything clearly. It’s as if the water is singing. You can almost make out a tune in your head. Thank you so much for showing me this.” She reached up and kissed his cheek, bringing heat to his entire body. “You know, despite the circumstances, I’m glad we have the chance to be friends again.”

It was like having a pail of cold water dumped on him. “Just friends, Faye? I think we’ve established that we’re more than friends.”

“Have we?” She moved away from him. “I’m glad Dr. Chong suggested we hide up here.”

He wouldn’t press the issue. She might have only wanted a romp in the hay, but he wanted more—how much more, he wasn’t sure, but if they could clear up the mess from last year, they might have a chance. They had great chemistry. It was a place to start.

“So am I. My parents came up here every year. My dad loved fly fishing, and Mom was a landscape artist. She didn’t make a fortune, but she sold a few pieces now and then. I have some in storage. Remind me to show you them sometime.”

“Isn’t there a joke about a guy wanting to show a girl his etchings?” She giggled nervously, and he could tell she was trying to lighten the mood.

He chuckled. “There might be. Much as I’d like to keep playing tourist, the post office closes at five. Trevor sent our package express—that should give the U.S. Postal Service a reason for improved efficiency. Come on.” He took her hand and led her back to the car.

You can find The White Carnation at many retailers including Amazon.

Hope you have a delightful weekend.

 

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The Insecure Writer’s Support Group Blog for July 5, 2017: Lesson Learned?

Insecure Writers Support Group BadgeWelcome to this month’s post on the Insecure Writer’s Support Group Blog. I’m not actually here. I’m camping and as I set up this post, I’m also praying for that Mother Nature cooperates and that summer weather finally arrives– and by that I mean hot sunny days and warm romantic nights, minus rain, wind, and thunderstorms! Is it really too much to ask? I will check out the other blogs from today and comment when I get home.

This  month’s Optional Question: What is one valuable lesson you’ve learned since you started writing?

white-trilogy-comingAs I sit here staring at the blank page, I realize that, for me, the answer is simple. I’ve learned to believe in myself and my process. My Harvester Series published last year and the other nineteen novels published to date are perfect examples of that. If I didn’t have faith in what I was doing, nothing would’ve been written.

I’m a rule breaker. My writing style defies the rules preached by almost all writers, rules I preached myself as an English teacher, and yet it works for me. We are not all cookie cutter copies of the perfect writer. It takes time to hone our skills, perfect our art, but we work at it. When I first started writing, I tried to follow all of the writing guidelines from established writers  like Stephen King and James Patterson, but everything I tried to do fell flat.

For decades I had taught the writing process but it didn’t work for me: Brainstorm, Outline, Rough Draft, Edit, Edit, edit, Final Draft. I tried to develop a plot outline, write character sketches, create a synopsis for the story i planned, do a Goals and Motivation sheet for my main characters, but it was all a bust. Then, i did what I’m not supposed to do. I wrote a sentence. I reread it and edited it into a paragraph, and edited that paragraph into another until I had a chapter. And that worked!

I’m a pantser, but what I’d call a bricklaying one. I write in layers. One sentence evolves into two, three, a thousand or more. When I finish one chapter, I go through it again. As the story grows, I let the characters tell me where it’s going. Every so often, I stop moving ahead and go back to the beginning making sure everything, every clue, every character is still on the same page. When I finish the story, I go back once more and check that everything is as it should be. Yes, I edit as I go and then edit again and again. Have I ever lost words? Of course. Whole chapters, especially at the beginning which my editor pointed out to me, that as much as I liked them, they didn’t advance the plot.

Have I tried writing without editing? Yes, but I simply can’t do it. I need to see the story as I go along. I can’t just write and then keep going. Is it a flaw? Maybe, but despite all evidence and advice to the contrary, it works for me.  The one thing I learned was to believe in myself and my process.

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Tuesday Tales: From the word FIRECRACKER

FireworksHappy Fourth of July to all of my wonderful American friends and welcome to this week’s Tuesday Tales.   I gave my website a makeover. Not sure I like it, but, we’ll see.This will be my last post until July 25th, since I’m going camping where I have no Internet access. It will also be the last post from Wedding Bell Blues. The story has taken some wonderful quirky twists and is ready for the editing process to full all those  wonderful scenes you liked into the semblance of a novel. I’ve loved writing MJ and Paul’s story and hope to publish it soon.

Today’s tease:

“Why did you tell Mark that I found the coin on the island?” MJ asked once they were well away from the main building and alone. The path to the lagoon had been cleared of all debris.

“I don’t know,” Paul admitted, “but he seemed just a little bit too interested in it. I want to get back to the bungalow and do a little investigating of my own. I don’t trust him to return it.”

“Good point.” She yawned. “I was just using my tiredness as an excuse to get out of there, but suddenly, I’m beat.”

“You should lie down for a while. It’ll do you good,” he answered, putting his arm around her as they walked along the stone path.

MJ nestled into him. “Not on your life. I need to go to the village and see Lucette’s grandmother. I’ve got to find out what’s going on. I feel as if I’m losing my mind and imagining things one minute and then, something happens to prove I didn’t the next.”

They walked along the pier until they reached the bungalow. MJ stepped out of Paul’s arms and let him go ahead of her.

Paul unlocked the door, held the door open for her and then closed and locked it behind her.

“That makes sense,” he said, “but there’s something I have to do first.” He pulled her into his arms. “When I realized you were the woman in the water, MJ, I almost died.” He bent his head and kissed her.

The emotions stirred by her near death experience combined with a need she couldn’t seem to satisfy fueled her ardor. She returned Paul’s kiss with all the passion she possessed, and when he carried her to the bed and undressed her, she was eager for more than a kiss. He entered her, claiming her body as his, and firecrackers exploded in her head, bringing with them a kaleidoscope of colors. Spent, she closed her eyes and rested nestled safe in his arms.

* * *

“Hey, sleepy head,” Paul said, whispering into MJ’s ear, feathering kisses along the side of her jaw. “I would love to keep you in this bed for the rest of this vacation, make love to you until we were both too exhausted to do anything else, but if you want to see Lucette’s grandmother before we meet the others for dinner, we have to get dressed now. It’s almost five.”

She opened her eyes and smiled at him.

She’d never looked more beautiful and that added to his confusion. He still felt the remnants of the fear of losing her that had gripped him in the water, and even though she was safe in his arms, he was terrified that might still happen. He liked her—there was no doubt of that, and he definitely was more than a little aroused by her phenomenal body, but there was more to it. He’d bedded women before—he was no saint—but none of them had made him feel the way MJ did. Was it possible he’d fallen in love with her?

“I was having the most unusual dream,” she said, her eyes still sleepy, her voice husky.

“Was I in it?” he asked. Was he as entrenched in her as she was in him?

“As a matter of fact, you were. I imagined you as a handsome, lusty pirate—not like Captain Jack Sparrow, but the swashbuckling kind—and I was a lowly mermaid, but like Daryl Hannah in Splash, when I stepped ashore, I had legs.” She yawned. “It was quite pleasant to go back and forth.”

“And did I turn into a merman?”

He liked the idea of being in her dreams as well as her life.

She frowned. “I don’t think so. I’m not even sure you knew what I was, but I do know you were afraid of the water for some reason and you were worried.” Shaking her head, she sighed. “It’s all gone now, but it felt so real at the time … Let me take a quick shower and then we can go and see Germaine, Lucette’s grandmother. She has to know what it all means.”

“Want me to wash your back?” He wiggled his eyebrows.

Laughing, she hurried into the bathroom with him at her heels.

“If I let you do that, we won’t make it to the village let alone to dinner,” she said, looking over her shoulder, her teeth biting her lower lip. “Maybe we can take a bath together later.”

“I’ll hold you to that.”

“You’re limping.” Her brow was creased, her lips pursed. “Why don’t you ice your knee and look to see what you can find out about the coin?” She screwed up her face. “It’s possible it has nothing to do with the mermaid. I know you don’t believe I saw her—hell, I don’t believe it—but that coin definitely isn’t mine and wasn’t in my pocket when we left here this morning. So, if she didn’t put it there, who did?”

He nodded, reached for her, and kissed her gently. “If you say you saw a mermaid, I believe you. There was a purple glow there … Maybe when I figure out what this is,” he held up the coin, “that will make more sense. Don’t forget. There was someone else on that boat. I don’t believe in vanishing men, either.”

“Perhaps Shakespeare had it right in Hamlet when he said, ‘There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy.’ English teacher, remember? Ghosts and mermaids could be among those things. They do show up in a number of mythologies, and when you think about it, the ocean is full of creatures we know nothing about. I won’t be long.” She shut the bathroom door.

Paul grabbed his tablet before sitting down at the table. Using one of the small bar towels, he created a makeshift ice pack with cubes from the mini-freezer and placed it over his knee. With the tablet up and running, he typed “lost Inca treasure” into the Internet search engine and clicked on images.

“Well, I’ll be damned.”

shipThe disc MJ had shown him was featured on the page along with other Incan artifacts supposedly from the missing treasure of Paititi, the Incas’ city of gold the Spaniards had fought over for more than forty years—the city the Incas had vacated in 1572, leaving the place deserted. The problem was Lacorneille had ostensibly been carrying treasure looted from Pizarro’s men who had executed Atahualpa, the Incas’ emperor in 1533.

How could this coin come from that cache if that particular treasure hadn’t been lost until almost forty years later? Rumor had it that the Incas had moved all their gold into the southern Amazonian rainforest. How would a ghost or a Caribbean mermaid, if such a creature even existed, get her hands on something like this? Mark was right. It had to be a forgery.

“Find anything?” MJ asked coming to stand beside him.

How long had he been reading?

“I did, but I’m afraid Mark might be right. I doubt this coin came from Lacorneille’s ship.” He explained what he’d learned from the Internet.

MJ reached for the coin, examined it, and then dropped it into the pocket of the skirt she wore.

gold coin“It’s possible the coin pre-dates moving the city, isn’t it? Maybe Germaine will be able to tell us more. Yesterday, she assured me I couldn’t be hurt, and yet today, I almost drowned. First our names suddenly appear in that draw, then Mark shows up and is assigned to our team—I’m not so sure Quimbois magic likes me!”

“Well, I like you,” he said, licking his lips. “I like you a lot.” He swallowed. “Give me a sec to use the bathroom, and we’ll go. If you don’t mind, we’ll use one of the golf carts. My knee is a little sore. No dancing for me tonight.”

MJ put her arms around his neck and stood on tiptoe to kiss him. “I’ll think of something we can do without putting any pressure on your knee.” She winked.

He smiled. “I’ve got a feeling the best part of the day is yet to come. Move it, Mrs. Davis. I want to visit the Quimboiseuse, have dinner, and then allow you to use whatever creative ideas you have percolating in that pretty little head of yours.”

A few minutes later MJ stepped out of the bungalow ahead of him and he pulled the door shut, locking it. Monday night, he’d told Louis James that he’d fallen in love with MJ years ago. Paul swallowed the lump in his throat. He hadn’t realized he’d told the truth until he’d almost lost her earlier today. What the hell was he going to do now? She deserved a man who’d make all her wishes come true, and he still didn’t believe he could be that man.

That’s it for now! I hope you have a terrific July. See you in a few weeks.

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Happy Canada Day!

Canada with flagIt’s July 1st, the day my country celebrates the anniversary of itself. This year marks our 150th year as a sovereign nation. This picture might include Alaska as part of Canada, but all Canadians know it isn’t.

For the past few weeks, I’ve heard all kinds of comments about my country from both Canadians and those from other nations–good and sadly bad–but Canada is a young country, still working at establishing itself.  We honor our roots which include the aboriginal people who were here first, who according to the experts crossed into North America across the Bering Strait centuries ago, the Vikings who settled a tiny portion of Newfoundland and were the first to navigate the Great Lakes, making it all the way to Minnesota in the US, the French who settled in Quebec, and the United Empire Loyalist who moved north and founded Ontario during the American Revolution. Then you can add members of every other nation in the world who chose this country as their own–Irish, Scots, German, Polish, Ukrainian, Chinese, Japanese, Vietnamese, Korean, Syrian, Iraqi, Cuban–the list goes on and on.

Are we perfect? No, and when it’s shown that we’ve wronged someone, we try to do the right thing and make amends. Sadly, for some, that trying will never be enough, but we do the best we can.

My family came here from France. My husband’s from Scotland and England. My oldest granddaughter is half Norwegian, four other grandchildren are a quarter Greek and my step-grandchildren are half Mohawk. How’s that for diversity?

I speak French and English with equal ease although I write in English. While I may set my stories in a variety of places, I do set some in my homeland.

 The Price of Honor tells a bit about the struggles of New France and the problems faced by those who settled there. Fire Angel is set in the Canadian Shield area of Ontario, Come Home for Christmas is set in the Alberta Foothills, and while Echoes of the Past is set in Prince Edward County, Ontario, and Hello Again is set in Saskatchewan, both of these are based on aboriginal myths.

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When I decided to write my latest romance suspense novel, No Good Deed, I chose to set it in Canada as well. It seemed fitting for a book published this year. The story  features actual locations in Western Quebec and Eastern Ontario, including references to Cornwall, my hometown.

I’m proud of my country and its beauty as well as its multicultural aspects. Eventually, I hope to set a story in each province and territory. It’ll take time, but it will be well worth it to celebrate the wonder of my home and native land.

You can learn more about my books by visiting my website.

http://www.mhsusannematthews.ca/

fireworksHappy Canada Day!

 

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Midweek Tease: Another Scene from Sworn to Protect

 

New midweek tease imageWelcome to this week’s Midweek Tease and the last one I’ll be participating in until the end of July when I return from my camping vacation. I thought I’d finish off with one last excerpt from Sworn to Protect. Many thanks to all of you who visit each week and to Angelica Dawson who maked this blog hop possible.

Here is this week’s scene:

Sworn to Protect“Marshal Copeland?” The nurse’s voice startled him, and he realized he’d dozed off. It was after midnight.

“I’m Doris. I’ll take you to your wife now.”

Neil followed the nurse to the elevator. The ICU floor was abuzz with hospital staff. Two heavily armed men in Kevlar stood just outside the elevator and stopped them.

“Identification,” demanded the gorilla who stood a good two inches taller than he did. The nurse showed him her ID card, and he nodded.

Neil pulled out his badge. “My wife is Nancy Frost.”

“She’s in ICU 7,” Doris added.

The police officer looked at Neil’s credentials. “Inspector, are you armed?”

Neil opened his jacket to reveal his .22 Glock. He raised his pant leg to display the Ruger LC9 on his ankle. “I was on a case when I got called. Do you need me to surrender them?”

“No, sir. Just glad to know we have back-up if anything happens.”

Neil nodded. “I hope it won’t come to that.”

“So do I. Let’s hope they figure out who’s to blame for this sooner rather than later. No one’s safe until these people are caught.”

“If you’ll follow me, inspector, your wife is down here.” The nurse used her card to open the glass doors that separated ICU from the rest of the floor.

Neil trailed her down the hallway.

She stopped and pointed to the door. “She’s in there. You’ll find a recliner under the window, and I gave you a pillow and a blanket. It’ll be noisy with all the machines, but I hope you can get some rest. You look worse than some of the patients.”

She turned and walked back to the nursing station.

Neil swallowed his fear and pushed open the door.

The sound of the respirator and Nancy’s heart beat thundered in his ears. He looked at the forest of poles and wires surrounding her. Her head was swathed in bandages, and what little of her face could be seen beyond the respirator mask was almost as white as the sheets on which she lay. He saw the recliner but ignored it. Instead, he walked over to the bed, pulled up the hard chair closest to him, flipped it around, and straddled it. He leaned his chin against the back of the chair and reached out his hand to touch hers. Her fingers were cold, deathly cold, and he shivered. She looked so frail. Tears ran down his cheeks.

“I’m here, Nancy. I don’t know who did this to you, but I swear when I find out, I’ll make them pay dearly.”

He laid his head on his arms and cried. The last time he’d wept like this had been four years ago. What else was a man supposed to do when his heart was shattered?

Need more?

Before I go, I would like to give you a peek at my new release coming July 31st, now available for pre-order.

Psychological chills and thrills are woven around a heartwarming love story in this action-packed romantic suspense novel.

Escaping from her abusive fiancé, Alexa O’Brien pulls into a gas station only to walk in on an execution. She’s in protective custody until she can identify Nicoli Zabat, Montreal’s mob boss, at his trial. But her safe house has been compromised, setting in motion a dangerous cat-and-mouse game.

Lieutenant Mike Delorme on the Sûreté Du Québec has spent the last eighteen months undercover in narcotics to take down Zabat, the man he blames for the death of his wife and unborn child. He doesn’t have the interest or patience to babysit a woman whose memory isn’t clear—but he’ll carry out his assignment to show the brass he’s a team player.

As Mike and Alexa dodge danger, it appears she’s in deeper than merely being in the wrong place at the wrong time. When the mafia hit she witnessed is revealed to be just the tip of an international terrorist’s plot, they must rely on each other to survive—but only if they can learn to trust their instincts and let love map out their next move.

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Tuesday Tales: From the word STRAP

badge-for-tt-very-small-1Welcome to this week’s Tuesday Tales, the blog hop featuring an excerpt from a work in progress based on a word or picture prompt. Last week’s tease was based on a picture and left everyone guessing. What did the mermaid give her? This week’s word is STRAP. Enjoy!

“But she must have given you a gift. If she takes something, then she must return to you something of hers of equal value. Have you checked your pockets? Sometimes, the sirène leaves her gift for you to find. The one who rescued my grandfather all those years ago took his gold hoop earring and gave him a beautiful abalone shell comb in return. It is one of my family’s prized heirlooms.”

Reaching for the strap of the bag she’d dropped at her feet, MJ pulled it onto her lap and opened it to remove the shorts she’d been wearing. In one pocket she found the three soggy ten-dollar-bills she’d put there. In the other, there was a small round disk. She held it up for Paul and Lucette to see.

gold coinThe object was a thin, circular, gold coin about the size of a silver dollar. The outer rim was about a quarter inch wide and solid, while the inside of the circle resembled netting yet was made of gold with tiny holes pierced into it. In the very center was a small, oval, turquoise stone. There were no other markings on the object, its reverse side identical to the top one, minus the gemstone.

“It’s beautiful,” MJ said, examining the coin. “But what is it?”

Lucette shook her head. “I do not know. I have never seen anything like it.”

“Can I see that?” Mark asked eagerly, stepping closer to them. He’d been waiting to get Lucette’s attention. How much had he overheard? His eyes were bright, his eyebrows raised, the tip of his tongue sticking out slightly between his lips. He reminded MJ of a kid looking in a candy store window. Why would this interest him? Bill stood next to him.

Looking around the room, MJ noticed Melena and Christy sitting on the far side of the lounge. Melena’s color was back to normal.

MJ frowned, but unless she wanted to be rude, she had no choice but to hand the coin to Mark.

“Where did you say you found this?” he asked, his face more animated than she’d ever seen it. His eyes glowed and his jaw hung open. He licked his lips.

He was salivating? Over a coin? What the hell was it?

“I didn’t say,” MJ answered, not sure she wanted to share this discovery with him. He might be able to use her slow-wittedness to argue that she had indeed given him the vacation.

Schooling his features, Mark handed it back to her. “Nice forgery.”

Paul moved closer to them. “A forgery of what?”

“Just some old Incan money. The producers must’ve dropped all kinds of it around to lure us in. Where did you get this particular piece?”

“She found it near the tip of the island yesterday afternoon,” Paul lied before she could answer.

Frowning, she glanced at Paul’s frown, and in her peripheral vision, saw Lucette shake her head. Instead of correcting Paul, she finished her juice and stood, putting the strap of her bag over her shoulder.

“I don’t know about you guys, but I’ve had enough excitement and adventure to last me for some time. I’m kind of tired, too. It must be that unexpected dip in the ocean combined with last night’s storm. I’m going to lie down before dinner.”

Paul rose. “You never have to ask me twice to take you to bed.” He winked.

MJ’s cheeks burned, but she smiled.

“Wait,” Mark said, biting the inside of his cheek, the muscle in his jaw jumping. “Why don’t you leave the coin with us, and we’ll look it up online?”

Paul smiled. “Have you got your phone?”

Mark frowned. “Yeah.”

“Then here, take a picture. Take two, front and back, but I don’t think MJ is going to part with her good luck piece, are you honey?”

“Nope. It kept me alive today. I’m not going anywhere without it.”

That’s it for this week! Don’t forget to check out all the other posts on  Tuesday Tales.

 

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