Friday, April 29

A.D. Ellis is in the House!!

My Peep-Show month is almost over. I’ve been thrilled to present new releases by just a few of my fellow writer friends (and, thrill you with a peek at cover model Scott Nova J), and today is my last opportunity for April. Don’t get me wrong, I love promoting other writers, and hope you don’t mind me doing that here at Word Wranglers. One of the worst things about being a writer is knowing how many readers out there may never otherwise be introduced to some of these fabulous gals (and guys). One of the best things about being a writer is helping introduce these writers to new readers.

So, [reader], allow me to introduce [writer] to you. [Writer], this is [reader]. *wipes hands* My work here is done. J

Okay, that’s not true. My work is far from finished, and I still have one more awesome author to share with you this month. Her latest novel, “Something About Him: Bryan & Jase” just released yesterday! Author A.D. Ellis crafted a much-loved fictitious town of Torey Hope, which has inspired several books such as “For Nicky”, “Because of Beckett”, and award-winning “Loving Josie.” The world of these characters expanded into a cast of new characters who also needed their stories told, and this took A.D. into a new realm of romance. She moved from writing heterosexual contemporary romance to writing male/male romance, and the response from her fans continues to support her choice.

“Something About Him: Bryan & Jase” is A.D.’s third male/male romance, and addresses themes that are universal: being true to ourselves, overcoming adversity, and finding the love of our life. And, knowing A.D., she addresses these themes head-on and with a heart-full of humanity.

So, check out her new release!

Something About Him: Bryan & Jase
Jase Rafferty grew up hiding his sexual curiosities—until he meets Bryan Keating. Bryan’s sexual preference is no secret, and being deployed overseas together allows the two men to forge a solid friendship. The sexual attraction is undeniable, but after one lust-filled week, they must go their separate ways.

A year later, a chance meeting gives them one more weekend together, even though they know Jase can’t risk his military career or his family obligations to be with Bryan.

Several years pass before Jase finally accepts the desperate longing in his heart and body. But when fear and hatred threaten to tear them apart, Jase must make a tough decision, one that he isn’t sure he and Bryan can overcome. Together, they must choose to weather the storm or say goodbye forever.
**This is a male/male romance meant for ages 18+ due to adult language and adult situations.**

About the Author
A.D. Ellis spends the majority of her days loving and wrangling two school-aged children and a husband before heading to the inner city of Indiana to teach a challenging group of alternative education students in grades third through sixth. Most days she hits the gym after school in hopes of running and lifting away the stress and headaches of the day before picking up her children and squeezing a whole day’s worth of loving and living into the too-short hours before bed. It’s no wonder Ms. Ellis lives for the slower, easier days she gets to enjoy on breaks from school.

Growing up in a small farming town in southern Indiana, A.D. is grateful to her mother for passing along the love of reading. With her nose constantly stuck in a book, Ms. Ellis became accustomed to friends and acquaintances snickering and shaking their heads at her love of reading.

A.D. never dreamed of being anything but a teacher, although there are certain times of the year when she laments her career choice. Ms. Ellis had a story idea floating in her head for about a year. After persistent prodding from a friend, A.D. put pen to paper and began writing her first story in October 2013. From that moment on, she was hooked. Taking the people and stories from her head and sharing them with readers is a scary, exhausting, rewarding, and fulfilling experience which A.D. plans to continue until there are no more stories banging around in her mind.

A.D. Ellis’ work can be found on both iBooks and Amazon. Please contact her on Facebook, Twitter, or her website.

Thursday, April 28

Muddle Through

by Margie Senechal

I was hoping I'd wake up with something to write, but alas, waking up before the sun isn't good for the synapses. At least mine, but I shall muddle through.

On Tuesday, Jordan and I went to see Hello, My Name Is Doris. And Sally Field is such a delight in it. Jordan was the youngest one in attendance and I think I was a close second. And we both enjoyed it immensely. 

I am reading The Year We Turned Forty bu Liz Fenton and Lisa Steinke. It's about three friends getting who recently turned fifty getting a chance to live their 40th year over as that was a catalystic year for them all. Do you realize that catalystic isn't a word. I think it should be. Maybe I meant cataclysmic??? Remember, it's early here. Probably not there, however, so bear with me. Bare with me??

Oh, back to the book. I can't imagine any year that I would want to live over. However, sometimes I think I wish I could leave a message for the young me. There are three or four things I wished I'd known. 

Like, "Don't lose your sense of adventure." "Don't stop running." and "Keep doing cartwheels".

Not that I was great at doing cartwheels, but it's kind of all-inclusive. Think of the things you did when you were young and somewhere along the way, you quit doing them. And now you are physically unable to do them. 

I thought of this after seeing a picture of Marcia Cross--who isn't that much younger than me--doing cartwheels on the beach. Sure, she's in way better shape than I am, but maybe it's because she never quit doing cartwheels. Or has a trainer. 

Time to go, but one last shout out--GO BLAZERS. RipCity, baby!

Wednesday, April 27

#BookSpotlight: Galen Rose's A Place To Rest My Heart

Hey, WordWrangler Readers! We've got a special treat for you today - Galen Rose is here to share an excerpt from her contemporary romance, A Place To Rest My Heart! The book is on sale for a limited time for only 99 cents - we'll include buy links below.

Excerpt A Place To Rest My Heart: 

“Move, Ace. You’re in my way.”
“Sweetheart, I haven’t even begun to be in your way.” He leaned against the doorway, arms crossed. “I will not allow you to hurt Tommy or Molly, so why don’t you pack up your schemes and dreams and hit the road. You won’t get a penny from them. I’ll see to that.”
I have never been known for having an even temper but I’ve worked hard to keep it under control, but not this time.
“Look, asshole, I don’t have a clue what you’re talking about. You’re delusional if you
think I have any intention of taking a dime from Tommy that I haven’t earned. I pay my way!”
“Sure you do. I ran your fingerprints, darlin’, right off your juice glass from this morning.
You’ve got a nice background there, Laney. Pandering? Breaking and entering? Those are great
ways to pay your way, huh? You got a scam to bilk Tommy, but you might as well hit the road
running, babe,” He smiled, acting quite pleased with himself. “Tommy and Molly all too often
fall for the sob story and feel sorry for the strays that come along.”
I felt that to my core. Stray? Felt sorry for me? The last thing I needed was anyone’s pity.
But right at the moment the only thing I felt was the need to strike back at Sean. “Stray, huh? “Weren’t you a stray too? They feel sorry for you then? Take you in on pity?” I saw his jaw
tighten and knew I’d scored.
“Leave now and I won’t tell them your plans to take them for a ride,” he growled.
“My plans? You’re so sure about my plans, huh? Wow, you sure are smart, Sean Michael Muldoon. You ran my fingerprints and so now you know my whole life story in one fell swoop? Look, you arrogant ass, you have no idea what my life has been like and a couple of knocks on a police sheet only tells you what your narrow-minded brain wants to hear. But for your parents’ sake, I’ll go and save you the trouble of making a fool out of yourself.”
I tossed the case of champagne at him. He let out a curse, as he lunged to catch the box and I shoved him hard when I went through the doorway. I heard him hit the shelves, rattling bottles and swearing a blue streak. I heard the case of champagne hit the floor with a thud and the sound of breaking glass.
I know I could have done worse and to this day I still have no idea why I didn’t kick himin the nuts, or flat out deck him. I should have done something other than leave. I wanted to do

anything other than leave, but I couldn’t bear having to own up to some of the missteps I had made long ago.

Blurb A Place To Rest My Heart: 

Sean Muldoon knows trouble when he sees it, and he sees it in Laney Murphy the minute she passes out in his arms. He thinks she’s a con artist, and she thinks he’s just like everyone else, arrogant and judgmental.

Much to Sean’s dismay his family is determined to help Laney and he just doesn’t understand why. That is until he gets to know her and realize under her tough exterior beats a heart of gold.

Meet Galen Rose: 

Galen Rose lives in the Santa Cruz Mountains and is an avid cook, gardener and traveler. Over the years, she has repaired bikes, been a telephone solicitor, a day care aide, managed the order department of a family law publishing firm and for nine years ran her own on-line Celtic jewelry and gifts store. Oh, and you can add in wife and stay-at-home-mom too. A Jill of many trades but not one true color for her parachute, until the day she really sat down to write and kept on writing and hasn't stopped.

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Tuesday, April 26

Aannnd . . . We're Back!

We’re opening the lake cottage this week—de-winterizing, refilling the cabinets and fridge, scrubbing bathrooms and the kitchen, vacuuming, dusting, airing out the place. Next to any time that brings Son, DIL, and Grandboy into proximity, this is one my favorite times of the year. I love being at the lake, and when I can get my kids at the lake, life is pretty near perfect. It’s sorta funny—by the time Halloween rolls around each year, I’m ready to stop making the two-hour drive up to the lake and just stay home to enjoy fires in the fireplace and get ready for the holidays. But by March, I’m itching to get back up to the lake, ready for sunshine-filled summer days on the water, cool lake breezes, swimming, hanging out with our lake buddies, and boating. And a giant bonus to being at the lake is being closer to Liz, so we can meet for those three- or four-hour lunches more frequently. YAY!!

Another great thing about being at the lake is that I relax here more than at home. I’m not sure what’s different here because mostly when we come up here, it’s not a vacation. I’m just picking my act up and taking it on the road. I work both places, write both places, clean both places, cook both places, do laundry both places . . . you get the picture. So why is it different here? 

I think for a couple of reasons. One is that I’m away from television—not that I watch TV all that much at home, but Husband frequently has either the TV or the radio on, so the noise of it is in the background. It pierces my concentration—political discourse is particularly distracting. For sure another reason is that the lake is here—I can walk down to the dock and sit and watch the water. It’s very calming. Somehow, I’m able to focus better, think more easily, and create better here at the lake.

I guess we’ll see how well that holds up this season—I have to get three synopses finished, a query letter written, and at least 10-20K more words produced in the next month. Hold a good thought, okay? We’ll see if the lake can work its magic for me again in 2016.

Monday, April 25

Scenes from a cluttered mind...again

by Liz Flaherty

My apologies if you've read this before--well, and my thanks, too. I wrote it a couple of years ago and happened onto it the other day. I liked it, and my mind hasn't cleaned itself up any in the interim. Have a great week!

adhdI’m not a very attentive person. Well, I’m attentive, just not when and where I should be. I’ve said before that if I were in school now, I’d probably be diagnosed with some kind of horrifying but hopefully treatable acronym. As it is, I’m unfocused to the extreme. I would blame it on age, but that’s become such a huge umbrella that I’m reluctant to push anything else under it. So I will have to think of something…

Green is muscling its way into the grass in the lawn outside my office window. It is a Yes! moment. Birds are picking their way through. We saw a fat robin in the field yesterday. I wish he’d come into the yard as I watch—it would make the picture perfect.

Oh, yes. I don’t really know what to blame it on, or if I’ve always been this way. I got pretty good grades when I was a kid, but I don’t remember paying that much attention in the process.

You put the lime in the coconut and drink it all up…

I have tried to improve my concentration. It would make writing much easier if I did. I sometimes wonder how I’ve ever completed a book when I rarely type more than a paragraph without…

nine patchQue sera, sera, what will be, will be. The future’s…Farmers of America. They had cool corduroy jackets…why don’t I just stick with a nine-patch instead of trying to go all Mary Fons?

Without what? Oh, without my mind going off into a dozen different directions. To make it all more complicated, I’m a pantser, not a plotter. While my people come pretty much named and fully formed, the story itself…

The ants go marching one by one, hurrah, hurrah…

…just kind of evolves, but I’m really not sure how it happens. Many times a scene will start to map itself out as I’m falling asleep. I used to keep a pen and paper beside the bed, but there were several truths involved with that. (1) I was usually too sleepy to write the ideas down, (2) if I was awake enough, the pen was out of ink, or (3) I’d dropped the pad of paper and it was somewhere under the bed, and (4) if I got under the bed for anything, I had to go get the vacuum cleaner, because there was no possible way I could go back to sleep over that much dust.

Flowers are for the living, Mom always said, so this week I remembered to send flowers to my mother-in-law. Because she’s been ill. Because I love her. Because I wish my mom was here to send them to as well. (note, 4/25--and now I wish they were both here--my mother-in-law left us in February.)

Good Lord, what Mom would say if she saw the dust under that bed! And what was that scene all about? I know it would be a good one if I could just remember it.

Occasionally thoughts will circle around to where they are together and almost harmonious. More often they clang…

…clang, clang went the trolley…

…more like a cacophony in my head.

And I have decided this is all right. In truth, I’d like to have an orderly mind (and an orderly under-the-bed, too, but we’re not going there), but I just don’t think it’s going to happen at this point. I remember cleaning out something one time, though I don’t remember what it was—surprise!—and in the mess I was cleaning, someone had spilled a box of those little sticky-back stars teachers and parents used to give as rewards.

Oohhh, shiny.

I didn’t think of it then—or maybe I did—but that’s the way life and the unfocused mind are. There’s a lot of clutter in both, a startling lack of direction, too much discordant noise, handwriting both across and up and down the page the way they wrote letters in days gone by.

And bright stars, and joyous walks, and music, and stories I love. It’s not so bad…

robinStarry, starry night…he cut off his ear, for heaven’s sake…tulips are up…when the red, red robin comes bob, bob, bobbin’ along…

There he is. There’s the robin. He left too fast for me to get the picture, but it was perfect. See? Harmony.