Snippet Saturday – Cold Places

Brrr!

Welcome to Snippet Saturday. The theme today is Cold Places. For Winter, this is very appropriate.

I was talking with my friend Selena Blake a few days ago about how last week we were in sandals and short sleeves and this week it’s been all we could do to stay warm with long sleeves, socks, blankets, and sometimes the space heater and a cat or two. This has been the craziest Winter. I either need all cold or all mild, but this going back and forth stuff has got to go!

There are many cold places in the world, but I haven’t written about them. I have only written about two places that get rather cold. Alaska and Colorado. Today’s snippet is coming from Alaska. When my editor read the opening to the book, she said she could feel the cold through the screen. When I look at the cover, I can feel the cold and would not hesitate if he offered to warm me up!

Snippet:

Artic Shift

Ruby shivered. She might be riding in a truck and the heater might be cranked up to high, but the cold permeated the windows and it was all she could do to keep her teeth from chattering. “I can’t believe Mel would still be up here. There’s nothing except snow and woods and not a whale to be found. Her work is down by the water. It was only supposed to be a weekend trip.” The last was muttered into her hands as she exhaled warm air into her glove-covered palms trying to warm them.

It was only October, and winter hadn’t set in yet, but snow was beginning to accumulate on the ground and temperatures were a balmy thirty-something. Even though she lived in Chicago where it got bone-chilling cold thanks to the lake, this cold was different.

She couldn’t quite explain why or what it was that made it different, she just knew she’d never been this cold in her life. Their, Ruby and Mel’s, parents hadn’t had much luck getting direct answers from Mel’s boss about her exact whereabouts the last time he’d heard from her, but Ruby hadn’t been content to take his half-ass answers. She had dogged his every step, called him day and night until he finally gave her what little information he had. In the end, he hadn’t been very helpful at all. Even Ruby had known Mel was supposed to be in and around the Kenai Peninsula. It was what happened after she left the Kenai and Cook Inlet area that Ruby wasn’t sure about. Things had gone silent. The last communication Ruby’d had from her sister was that she was taking a few days to go up to Mount McKinley in Denali National Park with a local man she had the hots for. But even Mel knew if she didn’t check in or get back to work, someone would notice and contact their parents and their parents would contact Ruby.

Mel had booked an air tour and had gotten on the ground in a little town inside the forest area, not too far from the main park entrance, but well enough off the beaten path that only the locals could get anyone there. And that little town was where Ruby was headed.

“You said your sister was up here doing research?”

“Back along the coast, yes. Here in the middle part of the state where there are no whales? No. Which is why I don’t understand her not being back from her trek to the mountain.” The last was said more to herself than to Joe, the local she’d hired to drive her.

“Maybe she got caught up with one of the locals, and she’s holed up in his cabin.”

As if. Though if either of us were likely to do such a thing, it would be Mel. “No. She loves that job too much to jeopardize it and disappearing off the face of the earth would seriously jeopardize it.” Ruby looked around at the snow-dotted trees. “And what locals? Aside from you and me, there’s no sign of human life anywhere.” She’d seen a fair amount of moose, caribou, some small white foxes, but no humans.

Joe laughed. It wasn’t a pleasant sound either and made her feel a bit uneasy.

“Oh, there’s life out here all right, little lady. Don’t you go forgettin’ it either. And there are…human types. They just blend in with the scenery so’s you can’t spot ’em. They don’t like to draw attention to themselves.”

Blend in with the scenery? Human types? Her interest was piqued. She didn’t want to admit it because Joe seemed a little kooky and creepy now, but she was a glutton for a good tale. “How do they do that? Everything is white for miles and miles, and it’s kind of hard to blend in with a tree unless you’re in brown from head to toe.”

“Well, they change form when they don’t want to be seen.”

“They change form?” She was having a hard time containing her curious enthusiasm. She was from the city where people were people and there was very little blending into the surroundings. There was no such thing as humans that could change shape around where she lived. But in the myths and legends she’d studied in her life, in her career…they were full of shape-shifting beings. Humans to animals. They were just stories though. They didn’t really exist, never had.

“Yeah, they shift, you know? Change.” He took a last puff from his cigarette and tossed it from the truck and into the snow. “You mean you never heard of shifters?”

“I’m afraid not. Not real ones, anyway.”

“Huh. Well, no one has been able to prove they exist, but they do. You mark my word. They’re here.”

“How do you know? I mean, if it’s never been proven?” All she wanted was to find Melanie and make sure she was okay, not to go myth diving. She couldn’t let herself get carried away with the intrigue and curiosity, couldn’t act like she cared. But dammit, he was tempting her bad habit of inquisitiveness. And since myths were right up her alley…

She loved delving into old tales. It was how she’d become a mythologist. Hardly anyone knew what that was, but the libraries and museums loved her. She was always asking questions, always looking for new answers, new avenues of thought.

The whys and what ifs defined more of her life than reality and right now. She had a natural curiosity and simple one-word answers never worked for her. It was probably why she liked reading so much, too, getting her hands on everything she could about whatever she was studying and trying to figure out.

He shifted behind the wheel as if her question made him uncomfortable. “I just know.”

“What kind of animals?” She shouldn’t have asked any more. She should have let the subject drop, but he had her hooked and she wanted to know more. Were they wolves? Bears? Moose? Caribou? Or were they smaller like some of the fox she’d seen along the side of the road?

“Bears, mostly.”

“Like Kodiak bears?”

“Polar bears. Ice bears.”

He had to be pulling her leg, but the serious, low tone of his voice told her he wasn’t. Still, though… “This is too far south and too far inland for polar bears.”

Joe shot her a pointed stare and she shivered in a way that had nothing to do with the cold. “You mark my word, they’s more polar bears than any other kind. Wolves too. But not so much down here in these woods. The wolves are farther north and deeper in.”

He shifted again, and his jaw tightened. Soon after, he lit another cigarette. If she didn’t know better, she’d think he was trying to frighten her, but she chalked that feeling up to just being tired and irritable. They’d been on the road for what seemed like forever, and she’d had enough. Enough of Joe, of the cold, of nature, of being so far out of her comfort zone and what she knew. She wanted warmth, one of her books that made her feel at home and comforted, and to sleep for a week. “How much longer before we reach the lodge?”

“Just ’round that bend up there. You’ll be able to hire someone to take you farther into the wilderness. You make sure to be careful and watch out for them shifters. ”

She’d already been in contact with someone at the lodge about needing a guide. “Yeah, I’ll do that.”

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Be sure to bundle up before checking out the following blogs for cold snippets:

Eliza Gayle
Rhian Cahill
Anne Rainey
Jody Wallace
Mari Carr
McKenna Jeffries
Taige Crenshaw
Alison Kent
Delilah Devlin
HelenKay Dimon
Shiloh Walker
TJ Michaels
Shelli Stevens
Zoë Archer

Have a great weekend, y’all!

~lissa

Snippet Saturday – Warm Places

It’s February 4th. Winter. And today’s Snippet Saturday topic is about warmth. Much as I sometimes wish I could say yes, I’ll take that, the truth is, I’d rather cool and mild. I am not a warm weather person. Odd, right? I prefer the mountains over the beach. Maybe it has something to do with the fact I grew up in Florida, heat and humidity for almost all 365 days a year. The cool days, well, there were maybe 21 of them in a 12 month period…grins.

So, today’s snippet is taken from Twisted Up. It takes place in late Spring. Flowers are in bloom and Texas is getting hot… In more ways than one.

Snippet:

The late afternoon sun beat on his shoulders. The one fence post had been repaired, the horses brushed, the few cows that had wandered over to his side of the land herded back to his parents’ side and the stable door fixed. He was worn out, but damn, at the same time, he’d never felt more alive and full of energy. He’d done more today than he’d intended to do, including changing out the spark plugs and oil filter on the old Ford pickup they used specifically for ranch work. His brother was finishing up college at Tech but was around as much as he could to help.

Justin was grateful for it too. His brother helping out allowed Justin the chance to take off and kidnap Ella. He laughed. Kidnap. He didn’t exactly take her against her will. He’d just made it impossible for her to refuse. He simply put something she wanted in front of her and in a roundabout way, dared her to say no.

His brother had come for a long weekend and watched over Justin’s horses and worked around the place a little while Justin went to Alabama. He couldn’t begin to describe the feeling he’d had when he woke up at the ass crack of dawn and she was there, in his bed, snoring soundly. He loved her and he wanted her with him, in bed and out. He just had to get inside her walls and figure out what she was running from or trying to protect herself against.

Slipping his hat off his head, he wiped at the sweat on his brow with the back of his arm. Summer was coming hard and fast, and the heat felt as if it were going to be worse than last year. Though it seemed every summer got hotter and hotter and every winter colder and colder.

The back door to the house slammed shut, and he turned his head. Ella. Justin grinned and stared. She set a picnic basket down at the edge of the steps and then made her way toward him, carrying a large, handled thermos. He’d loaned her a T-shirt that stretched tight across her breasts and hips. She still wore the same brown pants she’d had on earlier that morning when he’d been unable to keep himself from bending her over.

“We definitely need to get you some boots,” he said for the second time that day. She stepped up to him and handed him the red drink cooler. He flipped the pour-spout lid and tilted his head back, only to lower it again. “This water?”

“Yes.”

“Good.” He tilted his head back again and lifted the water jug up and poured. The icy liquid slid over his face and down his neck, his shoulders, his back and his chest. He stood there for a few seconds, reveling in the coolness under the sun. He slowly lowered the thermos back to his side. “Move away.”

He waited and hoped she’d done as he said before he lowered his head and shook it, slinging water in every direction. Running his hands through his hair, slicking it back off his forehead, he opened his eyes to see her staring at him as if he were going to be her next meal. She licked her lips, and he wasn’t even sure she realized she’d done it as she then lifted her thumb to her mouth and slid the tip between her teeth.

“Stop looking at me like that.”

“Can’t,” she mumbled around the digit she was nibbling on.

“Why?” He didn’t mind. He liked that she found him sexy, that she liked looking at him because he damn sure liked looking at her. Curves and valleys and strength and those green eyes that had haunted his dreams for months and that often had him waking up with his dick in his hand, stroking come up through the shaft.

“Don’t know really. You’re just… I can’t stop.”

“Well, try.” Sternness with her was always going to be a problem. He might like to think he could be stern and firm with her, but he knew he wasn’t fooling anyone, especially himself. She had him and his cock wrapped around her pretty little fingers. He could give it the old college try though. “Dirty as I am, I’m not aimin’ to roll around in the mud with you. So, wipe that look off your face.”

She raked him one more time with her gaze, starting at his feet and slowly moving up his legs, stopping at the juncture of his thighs. The longer she stared, the harder he got. He was going to find himself rolling around in the mud with her if she didn’t knock off that lusting perusal.

“Ella, I said cut it out. I ain’t a piece of meat.” He tried for affronted, offended, something to get her to look up in his face instead of at the tented denim. He didn’t pull it off.

She smiled slow and sure. “Yeah, you are.”

End snippet

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~lissa

Snippet Saturday – Settings As A Character

Welcome to another edition of Snippet Saturday. Our topic today is Settings as a Character, where places are part of the scene.

I am a very big character person, the human character, but if the author can create a setting where you feel as though you are there in the midst of the room, the park, the car, where you smell the leather, the flowers, feel the air moving in the room even, then that place becomes part of the story, the scene and therefore, a character unto itself.

I don’t think I do this very well and could definitely use pointers and some research…

Snippet:

Artic Shift

Ruby shivered. She might be riding in a truck and the heater might be cranked up to high, but the cold permeated the windows and it was all she could do to keep her teeth from chattering. “I can’t believe Mel would still be up here. There’s nothing except snow and woods and not a whale to be found. Her work is down by the water. It was only supposed to be a weekend trip.” The last was muttered into her hands as she exhaled warm air into her glove-covered palms trying to warm them.

It was only October, and winter hadn’t set in yet, but snow was beginning to accumulate on the ground and temperatures were a balmy thirty-something. Even though she lived in Chicago where it got bone-chilling cold thanks to the lake, this cold was different.

She couldn’t quite explain why or what it was that made it different, she just knew she’d never been this cold in her life. Their, Ruby and Mel’s, parents hadn’t had much luck getting direct answers from Mel’s boss about her exact whereabouts the last time he’d heard from her, but Ruby hadn’t been content to take his half-ass answers. She had dogged his every step, called him day and night until he finally gave her what little information he had. In the end, he hadn’t been very helpful at all. Even Ruby had known Mel was supposed to be in and around the Kenai Peninsula. It was what happened after she left the Kenai and Cook Inlet area that Ruby wasn’t sure about. Things had gone silent. The last communication Ruby’d had from her sister was that she was taking a few days to go up to Mount McKinley in Denali National Park with a local man she had the hots for. But even Mel knew if she didn’t check in or get back to work, someone would notice and contact their parents and their parents would contact Ruby.

Mel had booked an air tour and had gotten on the ground in a little town inside the forest area, not too far from the main park entrance, but well enough off the beaten path that only the locals could get anyone there. And that little town was where Ruby was headed.

“You said your sister was up here doing research?”

“Back along the coast, yes. Here in the middle part of the state where there are no whales? No. Which is why I don’t understand her not being back from her trek to the mountain.” The last was said more to herself than to Joe, the local she’d hired to drive her.

“Maybe she got caught up with one of the locals, and she’s holed up in his cabin.”

As if. Though if either of us were likely to do such a thing, it would be Mel. “No. She loves that job too much to jeopardize it and disappearing off the face of the earth would seriously jeopardize it.” Ruby looked around at the snow-dotted trees. “And what locals? Aside from you and me, there’s no sign of human life anywhere.” She’d seen a fair amount of moose, caribou, some small white foxes, but no humans.

Joe laughed. It wasn’t a pleasant sound either and made her feel a bit uneasy.

“Oh, there’s life out here all right, little lady. Don’t you go forgettin’ it either. And there are…human types. They just blend in with the scenery so’s you can’t spot ’em. They don’t like to draw attention to themselves.”

Blend in with the scenery? Human types? Her interest was piqued. She didn’t want to admit it because Joe seemed a little kooky and creepy now, but she was a glutton for a good tale. “How do they do that? Everything is white for miles and miles, and it’s kind of hard to blend in with a tree unless you’re in brown from head to toe.”

“Well, they change form when they don’t want to be seen.”

“They change form?” She was having a hard time containing her curious enthusiasm. She was from the city where people were people and there was very little blending into the surroundings. There was no such thing as humans that could change shape around where she lived. But in the myths and legends she’d studied in her life, in her career…they were full of shape-shifting beings. Humans to animals. They were just stories though. They didn’t really exist, never had.

“Yeah, they shift, you know? Change.” He took a last puff from his cigarette and tossed it from the truck and into the snow. “You mean you never heard of shifters?”

“I’m afraid not. Not real ones, anyway.”

“Huh. Well, no one has been able to prove they exist, but they do. You mark my word. They’re here.”

“How do you know? I mean, if it’s never been proven?” All she wanted was to find Melanie and make sure she was okay, not to go myth diving. She couldn’t let herself get carried away with the intrigue and curiosity, couldn’t act like she cared. But dammit, he was tempting her bad habit of inquisitiveness. And since myths were right up her alley…

She loved delving into old tales. It was how she’d become a mythologist. Hardly anyone knew what that was, but the libraries and museums loved her. She was always asking questions, always looking for new answers, new avenues of thought.

The whys and what ifs defined more of her life than reality and right now. She had a natural curiosity and simple one-word answers never worked for her. It was probably why she liked reading so much, too, getting her hands on everything she could about whatever she was studying and trying to figure out.

He shifted behind the wheel as if her question made him uncomfortable. “I just know.”

“What kind of animals?” She shouldn’t have asked any more. She should have let the subject drop, but he had her hooked and she wanted to know more. Were they wolves? Bears? Moose? Caribou? Or were they smaller like some of the fox she’d seen along the side of the road?

“Bears, mostly.”

“Like Kodiak bears?”

“Polar bears. Ice bears.”

He had to be pulling her leg, but the serious, low tone of his voice told her he wasn’t. Still, though… “This is too far south and too far inland for polar bears.”

Joe shot her a pointed stare and she shivered in a way that had nothing to do with the cold. “You mark my word, they’s more polar bears than any other kind. Wolves too. But not so much down here in these woods. The wolves are farther north and deeper in.”

He shifted again, and his jaw tightened. Soon after, he lit another cigarette. If she didn’t know better, she’d think he was trying to frighten her, but she chalked that feeling up to just being tired and irritable. They’d been on the road for what seemed like forever, and she’d had enough. Enough of Joe, of the cold, of nature, of being so far out of her comfort zone and what she knew. She wanted warmth, one of her books that made her feel at home and comforted, and to sleep for a week. “How much longer before we reach the lodge?”

“Just ’round that bend up there. You’ll be able to hire someone to take you farther into the wilderness. You make sure to be careful and watch out for them shifters. ”

She’d already been in contact with someone at the lodge about needing a guide. “Yeah, I’ll do that.”

end Snippet

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~lissa

Snippet Saturday – Fears

Fears. We all have them. Internal fears. Emotional. Physical. We all say we’re scared of this or that and it rarely is about anything that isn’t internal or emotional. We’re scared we’ll lose someone’s respect, or a job, or a lover, or a family member. Maybe what we’re really scared of is how we’re going to handle it and move on afterward…

Fear can keep us rooted to the spot, unable or unwilling to change, scared to fail and sometimes, scared to succeed. Fear can keep us isolated. It can move us to push those who care the most for us, away.  It can be paralyzing.

Most of writing of fear in my books, if there is fear, is emotional. Fear of being hurt emotionally. Fear of making the same mistakes.

Rosie’s fear was that others would find out what she needed, what she wanted, and that those she cared for and loved would lose respect for her. With a strong man like Decker, she didn’t have to be scared though…

Snippet:

Instead, she headed to the kitchen for coffee. A cup would calm her and wake her up the right way. The hammering, the walking around on the roof, the noise in her normally quiet neck of the woods was not the right way. Not that she’d been sleeping that great as she’d confessed to Decker. Ever since he’d gotten to town, her sleep was screwed up. No man had ever had this affect on her, and she was getting pretty pissed about it.

She was the independent one, the one who was in control, the one who knew what she wanted and how to get it. What she didn’t want was a man disturbing every precious minute she should be using to sleep. She didn’t want a man disturbing every waking second she should be using for something constructive instead of mooning over tattoos, shaggy brown hair, deep chocolate eyes and him slapping her ass with every belt he owned just so she could feel each different sensation.

“Exactly how much coffee do you plan on drinking?”

Shit. She looked down at what she’d been doing, scoop in mid-pour with coffee grinds. The filter was nearly full and she’d lost count of scoops. When had he come in the house? “Haven’t you ever heard of knocking?”

“I did knock. Once. You didn’t hear me. You didn’t hear me clomp across the wood floor either to stand behind you.”

He was right again, damn him. “Once? Gee, give a girl some time to answer, why don’t you?”

“As deep into space as you were, I don’t think it would have mattered how many times I knocked.”

She ignored him and lifted the filter carefully from the basket in the coffeemaker and dumped the grinds back into the coffee canister. And then started over again counting out how many scoops she wanted. Was twelve ounces going to be enough?

“What are you doing in here?” In her line of work as owner/waitress at the diner, she had to be gracious all the time, courteous. In her own home, she didn’t have to be. He set her on edge and if he ever so much as touched her between her legs…

“Couldn’t keep my mind on the job.”

Dangerous. The man was dangerous to her peace of mind. “Try harder.”

“Oh there are things I wanna try harder at, but the roof isn’t one of them at the moment.”

She wasn’t gonna ask. Nope. She wasn’t gonna give him one more measly inch. She grinned to herself. Not when she wanted the six or seven inches in his jeans. “What’s it gonna take to get you to go back outside?”

“Nothin’. You’re just so sweet and cute and rumpled from being in bed. I wanted to see you again.”

Cute and rumpled? She chanced a quick sweep of her blue with gray polka-dot pajamas and bare feet with light blue polished toes. She knew her hair was a tangled mess without having to touch it or look at it and she could all but taste the morning breath she sported. Oh yeah, real cute.

Then there was the matter of her not having a bra on. Her nipples were straining against the soft cotton of the blue T-shirt and where she should have been mortified or embarrassed, she couldn’t find it inside herself to lie like that. She honestly didn’t care if he saw her without a bra or without clothes at all. Truth be told, she wanted him to see her naked. She wanted to see him naked. She wished she could make up her own damn mind instead of flip-flopping back and forth. “What if I’d gone back to bed?”

He waggled his eyebrows at her. “Then we’d be having this conversation between the sheets.”

Okay, well she walked right into that one. “Good thing I didn’t then. Those boots would have made a hell of a mess in my bed.”

“Oh I’d have kicked ’em off.”

Rosie shook her head. The man had a comeback for everything. “What do you want, Decker?”

“You.”

“Yeah? Are you sure you want to discuss this now? I haven’t had much sleep, and I’ve not had my coffee yet either. I can’t be held responsible for what I might say.”

“I’ll take my chances.”

He crowded her against the edge of the counter and bracketed her in with his arms on either side of her hips. He was still hard and was pressed into her lower belly. Sweat glistened on his body and all she wanted to do was lick him.

“Fine. I’m pissed at you. You…” She poked him in the chest with her finger, ignoring the electric zing that flowed up her arm. “You fucking left last night. I couldn’t believe you left me standing there on the porch like that. You’d just found out something that no one else knows in this town knows except for my very best friend in the world, and you just left. What the hell was that about? I want you so goddamn much that I can’t goddamn sleep. I want you to go away. I want you to finish the roof and then go away.”

“Why?”

“Because you tempt me.”

“Nothing wrong with temptation, Rosie. I fully believe in giving in to temptation.”

“I do too, but not here in my hometown. You scare me, Decker.” With that statement she promptly bit her tongue. Then let it go. He asked and dammit, she wasn’t ashamed of her sexuality, her desires, her kinks and there was no reason for her to hide it from him or anyone else. It was time to be herself without the fear of censure. She didn’t have to go around, shouting it from the rooftops, but the man standing in front of her, crowding her in her own kitchen, well…she could tell him. But after coffee.

“What do you mean?”

“Coffee first.”

That grin was back and it made her as hot as the black liquid dripping into the stainless carafe. “Chicken.”

Decker stepped back, and she could breathe again. But she felt the loss of his heat, his weight, his scent.

“Not chicken. Just… I need to be thinking more clearly and right now, my head is all fuzzy from lack of sleep.” And you being near, pressed against me, hard as a rock, smelling like the outdoors, sexy as sin…

“Okay, well, I’ll leave you to have your coffee. I just wanted to look at you again. You can spill it all tomorrow night.”

“Do you want a cup?”

“No. I want it all.”

He winked and walked away. Why did she have the feeling he wasn’t talking about coffee? And why was she so chickenshit when it came to opening up to him? It’s not like he was going to stick around for things to get serious or out of hand. For as much as she accused him of leaving her wanting, what the hell did she think she was doing?

End snippet

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Have a great weekend!

~lissa

Guest Post: Kate Davies

This holiday season, I got a Christmas card from a friend in England. It was handmade, with a cartoon drawing of two characters from a TV show we both used to watch (and was the reason we first “met”online). While the show was running, she created a series of cartoons based on the characters that became a YouTube sensation, even coming to the attention of one of the actors involved in the storyline.

I first started watching this show because another friend, who lives in Beirut, tweeted me about it when a new actor was hired. “He’s fantastic!” she told me. “You have to watch it!” (For the record, the show was As The World Turns, and the actor was Eric Sheffer Stevens, who played Dr. Reid Oliver.)

Over the course of the eight or so months I watched ATWT (up until its last episode on September of 2010), I discussed it with viewers from the UK, Germany, the Philippines, and all over the US. It’s currently airing in the Netherlands, and I’ve enjoyed the opportunity to relive the experience with viewers there.

And when I was getting ready for the ebook release of Take a Chance on Me, I asked my cartoonist friend in England to do the book trailer for me.

Take A Chance on Me Trailer

One of my favorite things about the internet is how it makes the world bigger and smaller at the same time. I’ve met some of my favorite people via the internet, connecting with them over shared interests and mutual fangirling. When the aforementioned actor landed a new gig on a sitcom, a group of us from all over the country flew to LA to watch the pilot being filmed. It was fun seeing the filming process (and meeting the actor), but even more exciting to meet each other in person after spending so much time together online.

Writing can be a solitary process, but the internet has helped alleviate that somewhat for me and, I suspect, many others. It’s connected me with readers, other writers, and fans in various fandoms around the world. I’ve discovered soap operas in Germany, England, Spain, and the US. I’ve made friends in Europe, South America, Australia, New Zealand, Canada, Lebanon, and the Far East. And I’ve re-learned that despite our differences, there is far more that connects us.

So what’s your favorite experience on the Internet? Who have you met/what have you discovered that’s made a difference in your life?

Kate’s latest release, Take a Chance on Me, is now available in print. If you’d like a trading card for TACOM, just email your address to kate AT kate-davies DOT com.

 

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About the Author:

I’ve been hooked on writing ever since my third grade teacher singled out my desert island story for praise in front of the class.  (Lots of palm trees and coconuts, plus a quirky monkey for comic relief…)  And my mother is fond of reminding me that she still has my first self-published effort, a personal picture book from around the same era titled, “When Mommy is Cold, I Have to Wear a Sweater.”  Since then, I’ve dabbled in everything from poetry to playwriting to short stories to personal essays.  For a while, I even wrote copy for an online shoe company from time to time.  Sadly, free shoes were not part of the contract.  But my heart belongs to romance.

I’m a member of Romance Writers of America, both National and my local chapter.  I’ve served as newsletter editor and president, and was thrilled to receive the first-ever Lucy Award, given for consistent pursuit of a career in romance writing.  (And getting a contract four days after earning the award was icing on the cake!)  I can’t say enough good things about RWA.  Not only has it been an amazing source of industry information and craft knowledge, but the friends and mentors I have met through RWA are ones I truly cherish.

On a personal level, I live in the Pacific Northwest with my husband and children.

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