Tuesday Tales: From the Word CHEST

New TT imageWelcome to this week’s edition of  Tuesday tales, the blog that lets you watch as novels are created, scene by scene. I hope you had a wonderful Easter.  This week’s prompt is CHEST, and the scene is 400 words long.

I’m continuing from where I left off last week.  This is from The Price of Courage, my historical romance suspense novel, that is the second book in my Canadiana series.


Guy finished the wine in his goblet and set the glass on his desk.

“No, I didn’t. I realize this may not be the best time, but I have questions that must be answered. As Roger’s secretary, I assume you were privy to everything.”

The cadet licked his lips. “It was my responsibility, my lord.”

Guy read the fear in the boy’s eyes and saw the way the goblet trembled in his hand.

“What’s your first name, cadet?” he asked, hoping to set the boy at ease.

“Francis, sir.”

“That’s an English name, is it not?”

The boy nodded. “My mother’s grandmother came to France from England. It was her father’s name, and it was passed on to me.”

“It’s a good strong name. Please, sit by the fire where we can talk more comfortably, and I’ll feel like less of a giant towering over you.”

The boy, small for his age with a slight stature, nodded and took the chair Guy offered, while he reached for the wine and refilled both goblets.

The cadet’s breathing was rapid. Guy could see the way his tight-fitting jacket rose and fell against the boy’s chest. The young man was terrified, the look on his face that of a trapped animal. Why? What did he know that could get him into trouble?

“Why was the lieutenant working alone last night?” Guy asked, watching as what little color in the boy’s face slipped away.

Eyes wide, the man-child stared at him but didn’t speak.

“I asked you a question, Francis. I’m your commander. Nothing you tell me will go beyond this room, but Roger’s murder makes no sense.”

“He wasn’t supposed to be alone,” the boy whispered. “Sergeant Raymond and one of the coureur de bois were supposed to be there. I wanted to stay, but Roger sent me home. Items were missing from the inventory.” Now that he’d begun talking, the words tumbled out faster and faster. “Roger was examining the inventory records when he found the discrepancies. Money, pelts, beaded goods, and weapons were missing. He asked the sergeant about it and he said you’d ordered the items given to the scout before he left last month. They were going to go over the list together.”

Guy swallowed his surprise. Did everyone know of Lucien’s mission?

“Where is Sergeant Raymond now?” Guy asked, holding onto to his anger by a thread.

“He’s vanished.”

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Tuesday Tales: From a Picture

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Mother Nature and Old Man Winter haven’t come to a compromise yet, so my little corner of the world has unsettled weather. I hope things are better wherever you are.

Welcome to this week’s Tuesday Tales, scenes created in current works in progress by a select group of writers. It always astounds me to think they consider me one of them. This week, we have a picture prompt, and a 300 word limit.

I continue with my historical romance suspense, The Price of Courage, The Canadiana Series, Book Two.  It’s still winter in seventeenth century New France, but since I’m longing for spring, I got creative with the prompt.

Here it is:



Guy, his jacket tossed carelessly across the back of his chair, paced his small office, sipping the dandelion wine Maman had served with lunch, claiming it, like the tea she made from the dried leaves and powdered root, had calming properties. While the beverage would never compete with French wines, it was an acceptable drink for such a cold, gray day, bringing back memories of spring and sunshine, the golden flowers dotting the green fields with the promise of hot sunny days to come.

He turned at the sound of someone knocking.

“Come in,” he called, expecting his mother or step-father since both Izzy and Sophie had gone up to rest after the morning’s emotional events.

The door opened, but instead of Henri, Lieutenant Leclerc’s former secretary entered the room, pulling off his slouch cap as he did.

“Cadet Lallier reporting as ordered, sir, ” he said, his hat trembling as it hung from his quaking hand. The young cadet’s voice cracked on the last word.

“Thank you for coming so quickly,” Guy said. “Please give my condolences to your family. Losing a beloved this way is never easy.”

“Thank you, my lord. My aunt and uncle are devastated.”

The seventeen-year-old’s eyes were red rimmed. He’d idolized his older cousin, and the lieutenant had been proud of the young man who’d recently decided to join the colony’s militia.

“Here,” Guy said, pouring a measure of the golden wine into a second goblet.

The young man reached for it, but made no move to drink.

“It’s dandelion wine. It won’t hurt you,” Guy assured him. “I understand it was Lieutenant Leclerc’s favorite beverage. I believe he provided this very bottle.”

The boy smiled sadly. “It was.” He sipped and straightened his shoulders. “You didn’t call me here to discuss wine, did you, sir?”

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Tuesday Tales: It’s Picture Time.

New TT imageWell spring has arrived and with it flooded basements. Why does that always happen at the most inopportune time?

Welcome to this week’s edition of Tuesday Tales. As is our policy, once a month, our post is based on a picture.  I’m continuing with The Price of Courage, Canadiana Series, Book Two. here is the picture I selected from those offered.

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And here is the 300 word post. Enjoy.

There was something even sadder than usual about a winter funeral. It was unfinished. After the mass had been said, amid much weeping and lamentation, Roger Leclerc’s body was placed on the flat bed of a sled and taken to the cemetery, but he wasn’t interred. Instead, his rough wooden coffin was placed on a slab inside the stone building where it would sit with God alone knew how many others until spring when the ground thawed, and he could be buried.

The guests who’d attended last evening’s party had come for the funeral. Now, one couple at a time hurried to the sleds for the treacherous ride home while the weather held. The sun shone weakly through the trees, turning the snow-covered frozen river into a scene of beauty where none should exist.

Another senseless death. The attack on the armory and barracks had been staged to look like a Mohawk attack, but like Izzy’s kidnapping last summer, the perpetrators had made several errors.

Luc, his Huron scout, had pointed out the most blatant of them. The knife found in Leclerc’s back was an Abenaki weapon, not a Mohawk one, despite the arrows found at the scene, something else that didn’t fit since only Leclerc had been there. Who had the arrows been meant for?

The pseudo Mohawk had stolen some small pelts and other leather goods as well as muskets, powder, and shot, but they’d left the costlier furs behind in a secondary storage. They’d obviously been after something specific, but what?

“Will any of the others be coming back to the inn?” Henri asked.

“No. They’ll take advantage of the weather to get home. Not all of them believe the attack was staged.” And they were scared. Scared men made mistakes—dangerous mistakes.

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The last person disgraced reporter Faye Lewis wants back in her life is Detective Rob Halliday, her former fiancé, the man she blames for ruining her career and breaking her heart. But when she discovers her best friend’s mother murdered, she doesn’t hesitate to call him.
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Tuesday Tales: From the Word BOAT

New TT imageHi, there! It’s me. I’m back. I’ve survived my first major cold of the year.

Welcome to this week’s Tuesday Tales. I’m going back to The Price of Courage, Canadiana Series Book Two. Since I haven’t touched this in months, I’ve gone back to the beginning. This is a scene I added. Not much excitement, but they can’t all be cliffhangers. LOL

Guy poured brandy into his guest’s goblet and then into his own.

“My lord,” Patoulet nodded his thanks. He sat in one of the chairs in front of the fireplace in the small room Sophie had given Guy to use as an office. He sipped the brandy and leaned back. “This is an excellent vintage. I haven’t yet acquired a taste for the caribou so many drink in the colony.”

“I’ve grown quite fond of it,” Guy said. “It warms a man’s belly the way little else will, but it is, as you put it, an acquired taste,”

Patoulet chuckled. “No one need have an educated palate at your mother’s table. She’s an excellent cook. I haven’t had coq au vin that tasty since I left France. Hospitality in Ville-Marie may well exceed that of Quebec these days.”

After Talon and Lucien had left on their respective missions, the secretary had traveled to Ville-Marie with him to meet with the Sulpicians, the religious order who handled the finances of the colony on behalf of the intendant. There was no way D’Aubigny would do so at this time of year. The new intendant had quickly termed his new post unbearable. Guy hoped the land would grow on him. The colony needed as many men on her side in France as she could get. It was true New France’s weather was harsher than the mother land, but no worse than the Scandinavian countries to the north or the Russian Empire, currently ruled by Tsar Alexei I. If D’Aubigny wanted a long career in the diplomatic service of King Louis, he would need to grow a tougher skin.

The trek from Quebec had not been without its hardships. What passed for a road between the towns barely deserved that designation. In summer, most preferred to cover the distance by boat, especially with the smaller vessels Talon had designed, better suited to river than ocean travel. Since he enjoyed long rides, he frequently rode his stallion, camping out in the open when needed. But, come winter, both horseback riding and boating were not the favored options. If the weather turned bad, a man on a horse could easily lose his way in a blizzard, and since the waters at the shore could freeze as early as December, taking a boat  could prove just as dangerous.

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Accent on Romance: Best February Sale Ever!

Only two days left to grab some great reading material.

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Hello. Happy Friday! Sick of winter? I certainly am, and it’s time to escape the cold, snow, and ice and disappear into some amazing books.  Although the sale officially starts on Monday,  February 18 and ends Friday, February 22, 2019, many of these books, including mine, have already been reduced in price.

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Romance for Valentine’s Day!

With Valentine’s Day tomorrow, here’s a chance to catch some great romance reads.

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Good morning! After two weeks on a cruise in the warm, sunny south/eastern Caribbean, I’m back at work. Winter is never a truly fun time for me, but that two weeks of heat and sun rejuvenate me to make the rest of it tolerable. Snow, ice, and arthritic pain disappeared, and the world was good again.

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But back to work. We’re just a week away from the supposedly most romantic day of the year? How do you celebrate? My hubby of 47 years and I usually exchange cards and have dinner out. This year, we anticipated the holiday on the last night of our cruise. He bought me a silver bracelet and we had dinner at Cagney’s, one of the specialty restaurants on NCL cruises.

As my token of esteem, I’ve put two of my romance novels–Same Time Next Year and Wedding Bell Blues–on…

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