Forgotten Memories #MFRWHooks

logo book hooksIt’s Book Hook Wednesday again. This time I’ve got a bit about the hero from the first book in my Winter Creek, Montana series with Beachwalk Press, Forgotten Memories. Hero and heroine will be meeting soon.

Here you go–

“It’s a herd of cattle, for crying out loud.”

“Please, Mr. Craine.” The younger man leaned toward him. “It will do you no good to get angry at us. Jack and I can’t make a decision without Jen’s input. Jack will call her, and she’ll be here soon. She’s only across the street from the bank.”

Jen, he thought. According to the sign hanging on the wall directly behind the younger man’s clean desk, Jennifer Ferguson was the history expert on the town’s original time period. Two other names joined with hers–William Longstreet, an accountant and Jack Phillips, a historical constructionist.

Adam could only imagine what this woman looked like. Probably an old crone who knows the history of town because she used to live in it, he thought with tight grin.

And, yes, he’s got it all wrong.

The blurb–

For some people ghosts are everywhere…Forgotten Memories_Medium

When rebuilding an old ghost town, a few ghosts shouldn’t be a surprise. And for Jen Ferguson, history professor and psychic, it’s par for the course. But ghosts aren’t her main worry.

After a disastrous affair, which has affected her job at the college, Jen promised her grandfather—the most important person in her life—that she would stay away from men until the end of the semester. That’s a promise she’s determined to keep, but when she meets rancher Adam Craine, it becomes a struggle. Adam’s sexy and flirty, and her psychic abilities are telling her that he might possess a very important quality the previous men in her life had been lacking…he can be trusted.

It’s a daily battle for Jen to keep her hands off of him, but she believes she can do it…until two of Winter Creek’s ghostly residents decide to up the stakes by possessing Jen and Adam’s bodies. How can Jen keep her promise with these two passionate spirits interfering?

And if all that’s not enough to deal with, now she’s having premonitions of danger which could lead to the destruction of Winter Creek.

Buy links

Publisher– http://beachwalkpress.com/shop/forgotten-memories/

Amazon– http://amzn.to/15CO3nk

BN– http://bit.ly/2fhnqBN

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Last Thing I Wrote…

Definitely not going to get 50,000 words written this November. Unless I can manage to write 15,000 words today and 15,000 tomorrow. Don’t see that happening, so I guess…

Kim’s Redemption, the last (maybe) book in my Winter Creek series with Beachwalk Press, will not be finished by December 1. So far I’ve only got 20,22o words and I just started the fourth chapter. (Long chapters.)

Here’s the last paragraph I wrote–

Wil offered him a room in his home in White Sky for the winter, yet he liked staying in the town. So far it hadn’t gotten too cold or uncomfortable for him. He might change his mind if the weather got worse. Jack was too old to live with a roommate, to set in his ways. Wil was his friend. If the two of them had to live together, that would definitely not be good for their friendship. The younger guy was a fine man, but he did get a bit…uptight at things.

The hero and heroine are Jack, the oldest of WCHA’s town board members, and Kim, Jen’s sister. I was going to write Bri’s and Wil’s story (need to give him a nickname), but I’m solving the mystery of how Grandpa Adam and Aunt Grace, the saloon’s ghost, meant their end. I need to have someone who can see ghost, and that’s Kim. I see the ending so clearly.

I also see a few strong scenes that belong in the middle of the book. I think I’m going to do something different and write them out of sequence.  All the books I’ve finished were written one event after another, yet I need to change it up. I have at least five unfinished books on my hard drive, one of them only needs one and half or two chapters left to write.

Oh, well!

Just because I want to, here’s the first paragraph of Chapter One of Kim’s Redemption. First draft and still need to do a lot of research in the other three books. That’s why I have NAME OF ASSISTANT LIVING in the paragraph. I can’t remember the name of the place Kim’s grandfather is living now.

Hey, it is a first draft.

She wanted to be anywhere but here. As soon as Kimberley Ferguson walked out of the main building of the NAME OF ASSISTANT LIVING toward the line of apartments behind it, she sensed coming here today might be a mistake. Would her grandfather even remember her? Would he want to see her if he did? Forcing a breath into her empty lungs, she stopped near a bench and wrapped her unbuttoned coat around her. You need to leave, Kim, before Jen or Ed show up—or Dad. Her visiting would only confuse grandfather. He wasn’t well now.

#amwriting

 

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A Little Taste of The Dressmaker’s Dilemma

Cowboy-largeBecause the third book, Trusting the Cowboy, is coming out August 17, I thought I’d give you a little taste of the second one.

From The Dressmaker’s Dilemma Here you go–

“We’ll see about that.” Sliding both hands up her arm, he cupped her cheeks and pulled her against him. Moist cinnamon-scented breath lingered near her mouth, tempting her. “I may have been working at Craine Station for the last couple of weeks, but I have heard the rumors.”

“Oh, about you being a—”

His lips touched hers, barely there but enough to steal her breath. He slid his hands from her cheeks and settled one on her shoulder while moving the other over the top of her head. Tingles spread through her body as his fingers combed through her tangled hair, fingertips feathering over her. She melted at his simple touch.

“You believed Carol,” he said, trailing his fingers down to her earlobe. “I’m goiTDD--coverng to prove her wrong.”

“No.” She pushed against his chest with regret, feeling him yield a bit. “It’s never going to happen, Wyatt Campbell.”

“We’ll see about that, Barb Grant.

Buy links

Publisher — http://beachwalkpress.com/shop/the-dressmakers-dilemma/

Amazon — http://www.amazon.com/Dressmakers-Dilemma-Winter-Montana-ebook/dp/B0084KT5XG/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1338064977&sr=1-1

All Romance ebook — http://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-thedressmaker039sdilemma-794268-149.html

Happy Halloween

I had a few strange things happened to me, but this was the most recent.

We had a ghostly WW2 solder in our apartment, staring at me during the night and wondering around the kitchen looking for something. For months I would wake up sensing him. He really bothered me until I started to tell him to leave me be.

Hair-standing up scary stuff.

A couple weeks after all the weird stuff started to happened, I found my husband laying on the floor, with his arm completely in the heating duct. “What are you doing down there?”

“I lost my dart in the heating duct,” he said. “I’ve going to get it out.”

I was thinking, why is it in the duct and not in the dart board, but I said, “Well, be careful.”

“I feel something here,” he answered, after a few minutes of fumbling around. I moved over to watch him. “Something small and smooth. Struck in the sheet metal. It’s not my dart.”

He worked at it for a while and then pulled it out. It turned out to be a Good Conduct medal for a man who fought in WW2. His name was on it. Mike decided he wanted to return it, so he looked up the last name in the phone book. Only one person had the name. He went to the person’s home and gave her the medal.

“So did you find the owner?” I asked when he returned.

“No,” he said. “But I did find the daughter-in-law of the owner. She told me he’d just died a few months ago. She just found his picture in uniform and she was glad to finally have the medal. She was going to hang the picture up and find some way to place the medal on it.”

“He died a few months ago?”

“Yes.”

“That’s when I started seeing the shadow man.”

“I know.”

I never had any problem with any scary night times visits again.

Seems he was looking for his Good Conduct medal.

Halloween is a time for family and friends, eating too much candy and watching too many scary movies. I hope everyone has a wonderful time. Stay safe.

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Sneak Peak Sunday

Decided to do the Sneak Peak this Sunday.

The six paragraphs I’m using are from the third book in the Winter Creek,  Montana series with Beachwalk Press.  Still unfinished, so be warned.

This is Rose and Mark’s story tentatively called The Schoolmarm’s Redemption.

Here it is–

Why was she shying away from him? Why was she pushing him away when all she wanted was to get closer?

“Are you coming?”

Mark didn’t look over at her. “I… can’t…”

“Okay, if that’s what you really want,” he said, stepping out of the schoolhouse toward the top of the stairs. He froze with one foot on the first step and twisted his head in her direction. Heat glared hot out of his eyes when he lifted the brim of his hat. “But I don’t think it is, Rose.”

It’s not, she wanted to tell him, but it’s for the best.

“One day I’m going to find the bastard who did this to you,” he whispered, a growl of anger blasting the words out. “And when I do, I’m going to kick the shit of him.”

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Her reaction to him.

As a part of the Love on the Beach Blog Hop for Beachwalk Press, I’ve giving you another little segment of Forgotten Memories, the first book in the Winter Creek, Montana series.

Here it is–

He is one sexy cowboy. Jen glanced at him again, taking in the lean hard essence of the man standing so cocky beside her. His cowboy hat sat low on his forehead now, blocking out the sight of his eyes from her vision. Faded jeans, a blue-striped flannel shirt, weathered boots and a long dark coat completed a pleasing picture of a perfect image of an old-time cowboy. To Jen he fit this historical town.

“So, pretty lady,” he said, with a voice that oozed honey. “Impress me.”

Oh, yeah, if she were at a bar, looking to find a new body to warm her bed, he would definitely be on her short list.

But this isn’t a bar, and she wasn’t interested in finding a new body.

Where in the hell was Barb when she needed her?

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First Meeting

Forgotten Memories is the first book in the Winter Creek, Montana series.

Here’s the first meeting between Adam and Jen–

“It’s up to Jen.”

“I don’t believe this.”

“She’s coming now,” the older man said while hanging up the phone. “She was at the saloon, modeling one of Barb’s newest creations.”

“Saloon?” Soft footfalls fell one at a time on the outside staircase leading to the WCHA’s office over the remodeled bank building. “She was at a saloon?”

“She works there,” the older man replied. “We all have buildings—businesses—that we sponsor. I’m the sheriff, and William’s the town’s banker.”

“And the history professor is… a saloon girl?”

“Actually she’s the saloon’s owner,” Jack said with a grin.

A history professor who owned a saloon, Adam mused. This should be interesting. Sitting back down in his chair, he stretched his legs out in front of him and slouched low in his seat, placing his damp Stetson on his lap. The soft foot steps stopped at the door, and he glanced up toward it.

She’s definitely not an old crone, he realized, studying the strangely clad woman with interest. White leather tennis shoes poked out of the bottom of a floor length red dress, the material sweeping across the tops of her modern shoes with every slight movement of her body. Lush brown hair was piled on top of her head with a large wooden clip, soft tendrils of it falling along her neck to settle gently over the high collar of her modern brown coat. As his half-closed eyes traveled down the full lines of her, he caught a glimpse of a tiny waist indented into curvy hips cradled in the same flashy red material.

Damn, where were the teachers like her when he was going to college?

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