~ Laurean Brooks ~ Ryan’s Reckless Bride: The questionnaire she’d received from the agency puzzled her. Ryan McKay could not be the right match. The paper stated that her match was “…an adventurer looking for a like-minded spouse who loves to travel. Neither culinary or other domestic skills required.” His live-in housekeeper performed those tasks. So far, Mr. Mckay hadn’t mentioned a housekeeper.
We simply couldn’t resist this seemingly perfect opportunity to mention the Granny Pact Matchmaker Series by Jessica Marie Holt. The fourth book in this romantic comedy series is expected to be released in early October. It is now available for pre-order.
Beverly's honey-blonde hair was in pig-tails, the gray shorts, and a slinky white shirt accented her perfect body. Jerome started singing, "The West Coast girls are hip. I really dig those styles they wear." She giggled, "Wow, my date is one of the Beach Boys?" #CleanWip
~ Keith D Guernsey ~ We are honored to announce a joint promotion with the American Cancer Society where we will be donating 25 cents/copy for any of our books (including our newest “Overcoming the Odds“) ordered between 8/26/2020 and 10/31/2020 to this wonderful organization. Will you help us cure this dreaded disease today? Thank you, Keith (2X cancer survivor)
There’s no #CleanWIP theme on Fridays, but we still publish a fun collaboration. Share relevant news, interesting teases from a WIP or published work, or something else our readers might love. Book, profile, or blog links are also encouraged Fridays. [https://t.co/iCuPzhtLNK]
She left out a few details. He didn’t need to know that she was driving someone else’s brand new car nearly 1,400 miles. Or that she’d be travelling alone across three countries and two bodies of water. He’d only worry, and what was the point of that? #fridaykiss
#CleanWIP Half-Price Bride: “Hey, boy, I was just joshing. I take care of you every day. Wouldn’t you rather I brushed you than the pretty lady?” Copper shook his mane in a negative gesture and Emily giggled. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to cause discord between you and your horse.”
Free short story! “I will wait,” he said. His voice was lilting and mellow then. “But only if you do something for me.” “Anything, George, name it.” “Forgive me. And go on.” Free from today (8/27) through Saturday (8/29). Enjoy. ♥️ https://t.co/4aXlV7pxI6pic.twitter.com/KsjtP1ggs2
~ Earl Chinnici ~ Sharing a few lines from one of my works-in-progress. This one’s a fictitious adventure about an author named Jenny who became an uncanny hero and symbol of America’s resilience after terrorists accidentally ruined her debut book signing. Here, she writes about the first date with her fiance, Charlie. ~~~ We stopped at a burger joint as we made our way to the rodeo. I don’t remember exactly what we ate, but I recall ordering two number sevens all the way. It’s funny how my mind works sometimes. I often remember something trivial yet forget a seemingly more important detail from around the same time. Maybe it didn’t matter in the first place. I suspect this happens to me more often when I’m excited. I tend to focus on the ludicrous to avoid thinking about whatever is the cause of my excitement. In this case, it was Charlie. ~~~
The #CleanWIP theme for Wednesday, August 26, 2020 is WOMAN. In addition to relevant lines, we’d love to be introduced to a WOMAN in one of your *clean* works-in-progress or published books. A purchase link is also welcome. pic.twitter.com/vnbHAL3TqU
She led Olivia to the right side of the building, then down to the end of the wall, into a dusty hallway where two doors stood side by side. A hand-painted wooden sign reading“Match Mavens” hung on the second door.
“Here you are!” the woman said, her eyes sparkling. #CleanWIP
I’m currently walking through Renewed, a four-week study of the Book of Ruth, to glean wisdom from Naomi’s perspective, a woman who lived a story she didn’t choose or like. https://t.co/X17GhwtdYp#biblestudy#renewed
Wren is one of the main characters of the Iether Continuum #fantasy series, and the most powerful wielder of iether in the world. She is passionate about using her power for justice and for protecting those she loves.https://t.co/6nbPldWkE6
#CleanWIP: When Ryan McKay rattled off the list of traits he'd requested, Annalyn's heart sank. The matchmaking agency got it all wrong. Boiling eggs was the extent of her culinary skills, she lacked maternal skills, and "subdued" was foreign to her irrepressible personality.
#CleanWIP Half-Price Bride: The ladies placed their wraps about their shoulders. Lantern light and violin music emanated from the barn Emily recognized the melody, “My Sweet Irish Rose.” Clint handed the picnic basket to Alissia. “You ladies, go inside while I park the buggy.”
We lost the illusion of security we had always known, but we refuse to succumb to the anguish and the nightmares. There’s no time for it. We have lives to live—and a story to tell. ~ #CleanWIP (theme: lose/lost)
I enjoy cooking. Preparation and cleanup, not so much. For a while now, I’ve wanted to share this quick and delicious original recipe with clients, fans, and friends but due to the many inherent dangers and opinions involved in both cooking and eating, I’ve hesitated. As much as I don’t like feeling the need to use them, I am truly thankful for disclaimers.
CAUTION: YOU ASSUME ALL RISK IF YOU DECIDE TO TRY THIS!
This recipe is provided for entertainment value only. No action or inaction should be taken based solely on the contents of this information. The author does not assume and hereby disclaims any liability caused by the use or misuse of this information to any party for any loss, damage, or disruption. This includes any caused directly or indirectly by errors or omissions, whether these are the result of negligence, accident, or any other cause. In matters relating to health and nutrition, and especially with respect to any symptoms that might require medical attention, the author urges readers to seek professional assistance immediately.
Earl Chinnici’s Vegetable Beef Ramen Chili Soup
15 OZ can of Mixed Vegetables (drained & rinsed) 10.5 OZ can of Vegetable Beef Condensed Soup 15.5 OZ can of Chili Beans 3 OZ package of Beef Flavor Ramen Noodle Soup Approximately 6 cups of water (2 cups to cook noodles plus about 4 cups for consistency and to help harvest the spices stuck to the side of the can of chili beans—15.5 OZ times 2 equals 3.875 cups) Directions:
Carefully beat unopened package of soup with sturdy ice cream scoop or similar device until noodles are evenly crushed but not entirely pulverized. Bring 2 cups of water to a boil in a large stainless steel pot. Add crushed noodles (but not seasoning packet) to water and boil 3 minutes stirring often. Add the vegetable beef soup, mixed vegetables, chili beans, additional water, and contents of the seasoning packet that comes with the noodles. Return to a boil, stirring often to avoid burning and thoroughly mix ingredients. Remove from heat. Cover and allow 5 to 10 minutes for good measure. Enjoy.
#CleanWIP Half-Price Bride: The dentist's deception wasn't the first thing that made Emily skeptical. She'd begun to have doubts about him during the long train ride. Why hadn't she looked for another way to relieve her brother’s financial burden, like finding a job in Memphis?
The preacher was giving a vivid description of Daniel’s faith and survival in the Lion’s den. My mind wandered. To the time we took that ride into the wilds of Africa. That Lion, we saw, it was no doubt the king. It let us pass. I shouted, amen! Forgot, I was in church. #CleanWip
There’s no #CleanWIP theme on Fridays, but we still publish a fun collaboration. Use the hashtag to share relevant news, interesting teases from a WIP or published work (purchase links encouraged on Fridays), or something else our readers might love. [https://t.co/iCuPzhtLNK] pic.twitter.com/RMuLTwhCSa
~ Scott R. Rezer ~ From my current WIP, The Gambit Queen: Book Three of the Magdalen Cycle (historical fantasy)… Northward, where it traversed the forest, the trees had encroached the road; tall grasses and brush choked the sides of the hard, dry track. Saplings grew at the edge, intrepid advances of the old forest eager to reclaim the land with its dark shadows.
Katherine glared at him in mock exasperation. “Watch out or you’ll regret angering the princess.” “My princess.” Naithan scooped her up and held her over the soupy ground of the marshes. She squealed as she clutched at his neck. “Don’t you dare!”
Each Thursday, we post the themes for the upcoming week to the Themes page of this site as well as in the CleanWIP Facebook group. Here’s some of what we have planned. Several Special Edition articles are also currently works-in-progress. ~~~ Thursday, August 27: CAUSE Wednesday, August 26: WOMAN Tuesday, August 25: PARK Monday, August 24: LOST Sunday, August 23, 2020: RIDE
This Layered Shepherd’s Pie casserole has all the flavors of the shepherd’s pie we love but with a little twist. Instead of the classic mashed potato topping, we use thinly sliced potatoes, ground beef and add a little cheese. It’s delicious! #recipehttps://t.co/d5cwLqdGEK
Her meat pies were placed on the serving area, behind the metal roll-up window, which was still closed. Rolling up her sleeves, she joined Father Tom and the other volunteers—most of whom were there for the meal, as well—in preparing giant pots of…#CleanWIP
#CleanWIP Half-Price Bride: Clint rolled his eyes and groaned. “So that’s what y’all wanted to keep from me. Like I wouldn’t find out.” He thumbed toward the empty pie dish. “Next time hide the evidence. While I was brushing burs from Penny’s mane, I was tasting that peach pie.”
Today’s #CleanWIP theme and collaborative article is Main. In addition to relevant lines from a WIP, we’ve encouraged authors to tell us about a primary writing/publishing goal or some other *main thing* they are willing to share. [More info]
The glow of a street lamp illuminated their main features, but created strange shadows that fuzzed out the finer details. One of them was a beefy, ugly bear of a guy with flabby lips, tiny eyes, and a nose that looked like it had been broken once or twice. #CleanWIP
~ Scott R. Rezer ~ People often ask me why I write historical fiction. The answer is simple. I can’t change the facts of an historical story (I could, but I digress for this little exercise!), so my goal in writing—whether it is historical fantasy, fiction, Biblical, or romance—is to convey an accurate historical setting, but create unpredictable backgrounds to the story that history didn’t bother to record!
~ Laurean Brooks ~ The main thing I’d like to convey to beginning writers is, “Don’t give up.” Even when it looks like you are spinning your wheels and going nowhere. If God has given you a desire and a gift with the written word, pursue it. Forget what others think. Write in your own voice and write for your own pleasure. Be true to yourself. Don’t try to copy a famous author’s style. You are unique. God only made one you. Surround yourself with encouraging people and avoid Dream Stealers—those who try to discourage you. Hang onto your dream and keep pushing forward.
~ Jessica Marie Holt ~ I think the main theme in all of my work is homecoming. I even have a literary fiction short story series called “Homecoming,” where three older people, each longing for a sense of home, meet by chance and help each other find what they’re looking for. All of my books, in one way or another, are about reconciling, coming back to the heart of things, and remembering what truly matters. In every one there’s some sense of longing for a connection—for family, roots, comfort, and a sense of belonging. Even in the spy series I’m working on, Arthur’s only true goal is to protect his wife and take his life back so he can have his dream—a cozy little existence, where he can live in peace, sitting by the fire every day, and kissing his wife good night every night. I personally believe that every author and artist has a main “theme,” something they are trying to work out and process in their own hearts, and it comes out in all of their work. I guess you could say coming home is mine.
~ Laurean Brooks ~ HALF-PRICE BRIDE: The spoon in her hand dripping, Louise spun around. “Marriage proposal? Who’d be proposin’ to you? Why you ain’t even courtin’ nobody.” Anger burned in Emily’s chest. “If I was, it would be my own business.” She immediately regretted her harsh words. Before Louise could retort, Roy asked, “Who’s the letter from, Sis?” “A dentist. I answered a mail-order bride ad in the Commercial Appeal.” She handed him the letter and envelope. Louise threw up her hands. “Well, in all my born days! I ain’t believin’ it. Let me see that letter.”
“You have received correspondence from the one named Kintrye,” Lu informed him, holding out a sealed parchment through the narrow opening. “I assumed you would wish to determine its contents sooner than later.” #cleanwip#wip
Harmony sat patiently through the litany of flavors, but jumped in as soon as Susan paused for a breath. “Hey, those all sound delicious.” To someone, somewhere, she was certain. “I just kind of had my heart set on your spicy chicken sandwich with…”#CleanWIP
#CleanWIP#WIP ~ It tickled Dave when I handed him a filled out application one evening after dinner. He said he had to okay it with the boss although we both knew Lisa would be fine with the idea; she would choose shopping or crocheting over working in the shop any day.
Gimpy sat the letter down and cried. The tears rolled down his cheeks. What kind of a man could be so selfless, so giving, and never judgmental but with dignity, for everyone to see? Kristoff had no program, but only a dedication to helping others. #CleanWip#sunwip#amwriting
#CleanWIP Half-Price Bride: Clint brushed the tangles from Penny’s mane. “Adella Payne riles me to no end, and she probably doesn’t realize the hurtful things she spews. I let it roll off me like water from a duck’s back. But I won’t stand for her insulting folks I care about.”
There’s no #CleanWIP theme on Fridays, but we still publish a fun collaboration. Use the hashtag to share relevant news, interesting teases from a WIP or published work (purchase links encouraged on Fridays), or something else our readers might love. [https://t.co/iCuPzhtLNK]
~ Jessica Marie Holt ~ Excerpt from Totally Yours, aka Granny Pact Book 4! “Livvy, you weren’t there. You didn’t see her.” Olivia looked at her with wide, unblinking eyes from across the breakfast table. “I was there, and I did see her.” Janet sighed in frustration. “Okay, you saw her during dinner. But you didn’t see her in the kitchen. The way she batted her big green eyes, and tossed her flouncy hair.” Olivia wrinkled her nose. “Flouncy hair?” “Oh, you know what I mean.” “I sometimes know what you mean. This is not one of those times.” “Oh, Livvy,” Janet moaned, crossing her arms over the table and putting her head down on top of them. “This is it, this is the end of me and Mitch. I just know it.” “Hmmm. Yeah, you’ve told me the whole story twice, and I’m still not coming to that same foregone conclusion.”
At Sir Williams’ we used to sometimes go swimming in the pond on the grounds (without the headmasters’ knowledge, preferably), but those days a long past. I imagine myself elsewhere, since I haven’t anywhere to truly cool off.
As he paid out, Gimpy asked the cashier, “Who can I get to take me to Casadora Island?” She smiled, “Casadora, oh, that would be Pele. He’s at the marina. He thanked her and left to find him. The sun seemed to renew his spirits, and the gentle breeze lifted his soul. #CleanWip
#cleanwip From Sweethearts New – Coming October 2020. “Is that true, Liam? Are you nothing more than a soldier anymore?” Liam glanced at the door, suddenly wishing Cassie hadn’t left him alone to speak with his mother.
— Rachel A. Andersen – Sweet Romance Author (@AndersenRachel) August 13, 2020
#ClleanWIP Half-Price Bride: “I insist. I came after the doctor, anyway. My ma's sick.”
"I can walk," Emily argued, then yelped when she put weight on her foot. At least her purse was still intact, for the good would do. With four coins left, she could not pay a doctor's fee.
~ Earl Chinnici ~ In yesterday’s article, I mentioned how I started writing as I quit smoking gradually. Since my first paragraph that was later included in my debut contains today’s theme, I decided to share it. Other than my enthusiasm about removing some ashtrays from my home, I don’t know why I wrote this paragraph on a jagged scrap of paper and then jogged a quarter of a mile in less than five minutes and performed three chin-ups from a dogwood tree in my yard. Here is the first paragraph of my career as an author. Laugh if you want, but I wrote it with passion. I have been smoking mostly outside for a while now. Sometime during the day today, I removed all but three ashtrays from my home. I washed eight ashtrays outside under a water hose and left them in the shed for my next yard sale!
The #CleanWIP theme for Wednesday, August 12, 2020 is START. In addition to relevant lines from a *clean* WIP, we encourage authors to use the hashtag to let their followers & readers of CleanWIP Magazine know how they got STARTED into the world of writing and/or publishing. pic.twitter.com/gP94Dk4FBJ
~ Scott R. Rezer ~ I started writing in high school because I wanted to write books I wanted to read. I love reading, but I love writing more. But, as it turns out, I actually write books that I don’t read! Go figure. As an adult I shopped around several novels but never found a publisher, though a few agents were interested, but only if I wrote something the thought would be more marketable. I refused. When indy publishing took off, I knew I had a place. And here I am, forty years later with eight books and several more on the way. It all began with reading.
#CleanWIP Half-Price Bride: "I’d better start home. Telegraph us when you reach Abilene, so we won’t worry.” Roy gripped her shoulders. “And if things ain’t on the up-and-up with that dentist, you hop on the next train home. You hear?” Emily nodded, but knew she could not return.
#CleanWIP … I ‘bout passed out then and there and thought ‘Great. What a rotten way to start the day. Now I’ll have to hobble into the courtroom.’ It’s a good thing I set the alarm with some time to spare. I’m just not sure it was enough. I’m not really a morning person.”
~ Earl Chinnici ~ In 2011, I quit smoking that product endearingly called “Tobacco Cigarettes”. During the process, I started jotting down the time I lit each cigarette. These time entries progressed quickly into complete paragraphs, eventually becoming the foundation of my first book. I only wish I had started much sooner.
Me: Oh, look a book on making fairy houses. Claire will like to look at this and get ideas. A day later. Claire: Mom, do we have pine cones? What do you think of a rock path? Where can I get acorn caps? What about sand dollars? pic.twitter.com/TOGgNqKPHf
“Freddy’s gone, Mama. He hit his head on a rock and drowned in the river.” She clutched him tighter to her. “No, Louis. He’s just bein’ lazy as usual. He’ll come home by and by.” “He’s gone, Mama, really.” “Hush, now. Don’t say such ugly things. You’ll see.” #CleanWIP
#CleanWIP Half-Price Bride: Elope?” Clint’s eyes blazed in the moonlight. “Landon had better not try it!” Emily laid a calming hand on Clint’s fisted one. “You know how some kids are. The more you try to control them, the more they rebel. I sense a rebellious spirit in Alissia.”
~ Scott R. Rezer ~ The last few lines I wrote late last night for my current WIP, The Gambit Queen: Book Three of the Magdalen Cycle (historical fantasy)… His gaze slid toward Jehan, motioning with his head for him to move closer. “What are you—a spirit of the darkness or the light?” “The Muslims call us jinn and afrit; you Franks would call us faeries and the like. Creatures of magic whispered about only in secret,” she said. “In truth, we—I—am a daughter of Eve, a child of the light. You have no to cause to fear or mistrust me, Thierry de St. Germaine. We are the same; we simply possess magic and long life.” “You are immortal, if the tales are true.” “We are also prone to great vanity and arrogance, but we can be slain, though not easily.”
Instead of becoming harder or more bitter with each tragedy, Pa became softer, and sadder, and less present. When Fred drowned in the Neuse River, Pa half-disappeared; his body was there, but most of the time his spirit was somewhere else. #CleanWIP
Though the marks stood as a stark reminder of a darker past, they were also a remarkably powerful testimony to her spirit in overcoming the insurmountable. She had not accomplished this alone, but with the aid of those who loved her.#CleanWIP (spirit)
There’s no #CleanWIP theme on Fridays, but we still publish a fun collaboration. Use the hashtag to share relevant news, interesting teases from a WIP or published work (purchase links encouraged on Fridays), or something else our readers might love. [https://t.co/iCuPzhtLNK]
~ Jessica Marie Holt ~ Here is (one of) my favorite scenes from the third Granny Pact book, which released last month. I don’t think I’ve shared it before. “I have a girlfriend,” Julio blurted out. He groaned internally. So much for letting Olivia off the hook. His mother stood up so fast her chair fell over. Lela came and picked it up. Then she looked at all of them, her eyes glinting with curiosity. “Que pasa aqui?” she said. Julio’s mother translated the news. Lela’s eyes opened wide and round. She clutched one hand to her chest, while the other hovered in the air as though she was casting a spell. Then she closed her eyes and began murmuring thanks and praises to her dear Lord and Savior for allowing her to live to see this blessed day. Then she opened one eye and fixed it on Julio. “Es rubia?” “Si, Lela. She’s blonde. Es rubia.” Lela clutched her chest again and sat down heavily in the chair Julio’s mother had vacated. Julio’s mother looked down at Lela and shook her head.
Jerkily, she shook her head “no.” Just then, she spotted Ken and perked up. Ken wasn’t much more interesting than sitting at home talking to herself, but that was exactly what made him her ideal date for the time being. #amwriting#flinchfreefiction#cleanwip
~ Scott R. Rezer ~ From my current WIP, The Gambit Queen: Book Three of the Magdalen Cycle (historical fantasy)… He wasn’t sure if the Sarrazins had discovered the underground tunnels, but he prayed they had not. The tunnels were old, perhaps as old as Jherusalem itself. They criss-crossed the city, though most radiated from the Temple Mount. Over the years, the Templars had widened and paved a few of the tunnels they had discovered under the streets of Jherusalem. They’d found more as they burrowed under the city. Some places the tunnels were as wide as five men abreast, while in others a large man could barely squeeze through sideways. The one Terric sought wound itself from the Temple westward toward Mount Sion and the old abbey. When he had told Jehan months ago about the secret tunnels running beneath the streets and buildings of the city, he didn’t believe him. Seeing the long narrow corridor running away from them into the darkness, he still stood in disbelief. Had Terric not seen the tunnels before, albeit only once, he might not have believed it himself.
Why must life be so dreary, especially in the dead of winter? It was January 1945, and it shouldn’t have been so depressing, but it was snowing, and snow depressed him. Roscoe, the neighbor’s dog, meandered by his window as though lost and looking for a sign of hope. #CleanWippic.twitter.com/uczcolpDH1
~ Scott R. Rezer ~ From my current WIP, The Gambit Queen: Book Three of the Magdalen Cycle (historical fantasy) A round of murmurs filled the tent and might have grown louder and more unruly, except for the aged hand that lifted from the throne on the dais, silencing the throng. “As to the other matters,” Raoul continued, his dark eyes flicking upward to the dais, “which are under the jurisdiction of the Church. First, the Marquis of Montferrat’s brother was married to Lady Isabella’s sister, Queen Sibylla. Although not related by blood, the Church herself considers such relations as incestuous.” The archbishop raised his hand again, more firmly this time, to quell the dissenting voices.. The Bishop of Beauvais scowled at his side, his fair face reddening with each breath. “Further, Your Grace, how do we know if the marquis is not still married to his Byzantium wife, Theodora Angeline? Until such doubts are put to rest, any marriage between Conrad and Princess Isabella would be an adulterous affair, for certes.”
#CleanWIP Half-Price Bride: Dr. Clemons was late. And she'd thought he was punctual. To avoid panic, Emily rubbed the back of her neck and sucked in a ragged breath. His patient could have become nauseous from medication or from a pulled tooth. You could not predict those things.
#CleanWIP Half-Price Bride: “I’ll fix a flapjack for your ma, too. She ate after you left, yesterday.” “Alissia told me. That’s a good sign.” Clint peered over Emily’s shoulder. “It depends on the size of the flapjacks, how many I can eat. Hmm…those are big. I can manage two.”
#Cleanwip (theme: manage) ~ “I should have known you’d bring up my temper again. You never let things be. Most people put in their two cents, but you always manage to donate a dollar.” I nearly lost it then and there, but managed to recall the second chapter of my first book…
~ Scott R. Rezer ~ From my current WIP, The Gambit Queen: Book Three of the Magdalen Cycle (historical fantasy)… Stephanie stood and caught her by the arm on a return pass across the carpet. “Isabella, it will do no good to keep pacing,” she said, her voice calm but pleading. “Your mother will come when she comes. You will not hasten her by wearing a path in the carpet.” Isabella shot her a dark, dagger-sharp glance. “She has no right to keep me here against my will and under guard.” “You are not a prisoner.” “Really?” she sneered, tossing her gaze over her shoulder toward the door of the tent. “Those two serjeants are not there to watch the weather.”
#CleanWIP Half-Price Bride: Clint tossed his napkin on the table. “I’m all right. We needed a good laugh. It would’ve been funnier, if I hadn’t been the goat’s target.” “We still have old Billy,” Alissia explained. Clint drained his glass. “Only because he’s a good guard goat.”
~ Laurean Brooks ~ Half-Price Bride: A wet dishrag slapped against the counter before Louise spat, “There’s Memphis. It’s not that far, and it being a big city, your sister could find some kind of work there—plus a boarding house to move into.” Emily tore open the envelope, her hands shaking. As she pulled out the folded sheet of paper, two large bills and a smaller one floated to the ground. She picked them up and gasped.
“I really am sorry,” said Mitch. “I’m on a tight deadline.”
Janet shrugged. A fake smile overtook her real one, and she laughed just a little too loud. “Don’t be silly. It will be just fine. I have some work to do, too. Houses don’t show themselves!” #CleanWIP
June looked at Mitch with no small measure of maternal pride. He looked so handsome in the gray-blue sweater she had bought him last Christmas. It was the exact same shade as his eyes–a perfect combination of June’s gray eyes and Henry’s blue ones. #cleanWIP
Levi was somehow expecting a single glossy black sedan, but instead two cars pulled up. One was a powder-blue Peugeot, and the other was a red Fiat. He was shoved unceremoniously into the backseat of the Fiat, and the dark-eyed man and the redhead crowded in beside him. #CleanWIP
As Gimpy waited to see the banker, he picked up a magazine. Scanning the pages, he saw a picture of a lush green field in Ireland. It has the most beautiful color. He wondered what it would be like to live in such a place. His thoughts flashed to his dead corn crops. #CleanWip
Charlie’s not a supermodel, but he’s not hard on the eyes either. He’s fit and he grooms well for the most part. And then there are those gorgeous cerulean eyes and ever-so-slightly curled golden hair. #CleanWIP#WIP#FemaleProtagonist
#CleanWIP Half-Price Bride: Young women often ended up in saloons, to support themselves. It happened to his ma. But that was in the past. How she got out was another story. Clint would rather dwell on the raven-haired beauty beside him with eyes the color of Texas bluebonnets.