Reluctantly Yours is the first book in the Granny Pact series by Jessica Marie Holt. This word search puzzle is made possible by a special collaboration with the author. There’s no way we can do this romantic comedy justice by trying to describe it here so be sure to check out the book’s blurb on Amazon by clicking its title above.
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Grannies Grandchildren Pie Gran Nana June Ellie Neighbors Small town Matchmakers Meddling Grandpa Henry Tidbit the cat Skittles Shady Oaks Roller coaster Veterinarian Coffee Spill the Beans Snickerdoodles Second chances Friendship True love Happy ever after
This word search #puzzle is based on book one of the Granny Pact romantic comedy series by Jessica Marie Holt (@Jessica06311722) and is a special collaboration with the author. Let us know how long it takes you to find the 24 words & phrases. https://t.co/NWYLFjDB3Y#romcom
~ Earl Chinnici ~ (from Maybe You Should Move Those Away From You) I was not yet certain I would actually write this book about my journey to overcome cigarette addiction, although the thought had crossed my mind a few times. I mainly wanted a couple of photos of this vent as a personal reminder that I did not want to subject my home, my lungs, and the rest of my body to that mess again. I also wanted to share the pictures with a few close friends. I did not realize until much later that the resolution of the photos of this disgusting air vent would be important. I also did not consider being a subject of any of these photos. You can rest assured that if I had known ahead of time I would pose for a photo, I would have changed out of my comical cartoon nightshirt and my snack food baseball cap.
The morning brought a slow rain and fog. Jerome found the air cool but exhilarating as they made their way to Gomez’s car. He had to adjust to being outside. But as they pulled away from the hospital, he worried what lay ahead; to create havoc his only mission. #SunWip#CleanWip
#CleanWIP Ryan's Reckless Bride: Before washing the dishes, Annalyn set Hannah in the high chair Ryan had built. His reaction to the burnt pancake on his face, puzzled her. He'd swallowed his fury and spoken gently to her. She hadn't known he was on the stoop when she'd flung it.
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#CleanWIP Ryan's Reckless Bride: The cowboy cleared his throat. “I also wrote I needed a responsible woman who loved kids, could cook, kept a tidy house and was sturdy enough to milk a cow and tend a garden.” He paused. “You see that part?” No, she hadn’t. Annalyn’s heart sank.
~ Earl Chinnici ~ (from the opening chapter of one of my works-in-progress) We didn’t set out to be heroes, but heroes we became. I’m sure you’ve seen our faces on billboards and subway walls. We’re uncanny symbols of America’s determination and resilience. Some people claim we’re not human; some claim we’re not real. We want you to know we are. We do have feelings. The entire world has heard the sanitized version of that fateful day and how our actions saved millions, but due to matters of national security, the president urged us to wait a year before opening up to the media. On the White House lawn, he commended us for our bravery; in the Oval Office, he thanked us for our silence. So much remains untold, but through this symphonic memoir, we hope to answer many of the remaining questions. We hope to silence a couple vicious rumors too.
The #CleanWIP theme for Wednesday, September 16, 2020 is LINK. In addition to relevant lines from clean reads, we’d love to share links to your blogs, author pages, distributor profile pages… perhaps even a specific article you believe readers who enjoy *clean* might enjoy. pic.twitter.com/lDSgwumh8Y
She swept her hand in a sharp arc. Gale-force wind ripped the front off the building, sending soldiers cartwheeling like leaves blown in a storm. The whirling air became a tornado, lifting bricks and roofing tiles as though they were weightless. #CleanWIP (storm)
#CleanWIP Half-Price Bride: Clint slid his arm around Emily while the Palomino’s hooves pranced. “There, there boy. Calm down. Just get us home.” Thunderheads were gathering in the west and would soon cover the moon. Clint hated to scare Emily, but they needed to head for home.
#CleanWIP “This is so…sudden,” Annalyn stammered. “I—didn’t think we’d be married so soon. Until we were better acquainted.” “My problem is, I need someone to care for my little girl. I’ve taken advantage of Mrs. Goodall’s good nature too long.” Annalyn gasped. He had a child?
“I had just closed on the Palmer Heights house.” “The murder house!” “That lady died of natural causes.” “That’s not what I heard!” “I heard it was murder, too,” said Aubrey. When they both looked at her, she pretended to be very busy entering data on her computer. #CleanWIP
#CleanWIP Ryan’s Reckless Bride: “Give Hannah a toy and set her on a pallet. Not too close to the kitchen, but close enough you are able to see her. Keep the door closed so she doesn’t slip outside. At age two, Hannah can’t raise the latch.”
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Pledge of Allegiance (a poem by Earl Chinnici) … I pledge allegiance to the ONE Who created this land we live upon. We raise a flag and fly it proudly, not as an idol, but to declare loudly: … [continue via CleanWIP Magazinehttps://t.co/EJBUcw5yUV#poem#poetry#American
#CleanWIP Half-Price Bride: Abilene did not exist until the railroad came through. Before, they'd traded in Buffalo Gap. But with Abilene nine miles to the north, the ranch lay halfway between the towns. According to Alissia, Abilene boasted a larger variety of stores for ladies.
~ Earl Chinnici ~ (from a WIP, the name not yet for public consumption) Charlie helped hold me together when Mom died and I knew he’d also hold me to my promise that I’d use a fair chunk of the money from the insurance policy she’d “fed for the past thirty years” toward an elaborate signing event within six months of publishing Live Happy Or Die Trying. “Take it into the city,” she’d urged. So I did. I planned a great book signing right in the heart of Atlanta. Thirty days before the signing, I was to spend two hours with Rachel Sparks of the Write Connections morning show at Barnesville’s local radio and television station, WBRN. I’d talk with fans who called in and asked questions. At a semi-random moment of the show, primarily determined by a computer, a light on the studio’s soundboard would glow to signify the next two callers win a special prize—a luxurious evening of food and fun after the book signing for them and their dates with me and Charlie. As part of the deal I had with the station, I received a copy of the audio from the show to use in marketing the book. I’d intended to use sound clips in commercials and have an edited version of the entire show playing softly at the signing until everyone was seated. Since the doors to the signing were to open at 7:00 in the evening, I’d offer finger foods as they arrived. When the replay of the radio event finished, I’d read ten paragraphs my early fans had voted favorites, followed by a heartfelt talk about the secrets of living happily or as Mom put it, “Live happy, dear. Live happy or die trying.”
The #CleanWIP theme for Wednesday, 9/9/2020 is QUIRK. In addition to lines from a *clean* WIP, we’re encouraging writers, poets, and other artists to speak candidly about one of their quirks, a character’s quirk, or perhaps a quirk they share with a character. #quirkypic.twitter.com/bmDUO8hoiL
“What idiot gave you a license anyway? He ought to be fired for incompetence and hung by the toenails in front of the courthouse.” Though her choice of words to the driver of the sedan may seem odd, I later learned that’s Rita’s preferred method of coping with stress. #quirky
#CleanWIP Ryan's Reckless Bride: Ryan tilted his chair back. “Let's give it a six-week trial. If we're unhappy, we'd go our separate ways. You need a place to stay until we’re wed. It wouldn’t look proper if you lived in my house. Even if I slept in the barn, folks would talk."
Discreetly, she looked back at Rolf, who’d been completely silent during their short walk. Not a single question? Not even a remark? How odd. This room never failed to spark a response from her guests on their first visit. #CleanWIP#amwriting#flinchfreefiction
“You know that’s not true, Charlie. How can you say such a thing?” By that point of our talk, he could barely look at me and I just knew he’d come to his senses any minute. He didn’t. ~~~#CleanWIP (theme: LOOK)
“For the first few weeks she supplemented our food supply,” David explained, shooting Mari a grateful look. “Then one of the craftsfairies was trying to patch together a shelter, something to get us up off the rocky floors. A tool slipped and he was injured.” #CleanWIP#fission
“Oh, yes, I remember. Every time someone walked outside we’d see their silhouette on the curtains. Remember how we’d shout, “The spirits have come for us!” Scared poor Mama to death, every time. How she scolded us! I think she was grateful for that fire.” #CleanWIP
#CleanWIP Half-Price Bride: With both arms flailing, Emily and the man plummeted off the porch hitting the ground with a thud. Emily was grateful for the human cushion he provided. She looked up and found the red-haired cowboy grinning at her. Flinging his arm aside, she sat up.
tl; dr: The #CleanWIP theme for Sunday, September 6, 2020 is READ. (The irony is underrated.) Long version: We’re playing hashtag games to find authors who prefer the clean end of the spectrum & highlight their words for readers who love them. #ReadABookDaypic.twitter.com/EwmV2lK9b9
Mama put her boy on the bus on the first day of school. The jeans were faded but starched and ironed: the shirt a hand-me-down. She sacrificed to see her boy got a good education. Years have flown, and Mama’s gone, but the boy can read and write. “I love you, Mama.” #CleanWip
#CleanWIP: “This appears to be a quiet Western town. Do you have shootouts–or bank robberies like I’ve read about?” “Our sheriff keeps law and order for the most part.” Miss Pierce scared him. She seemed to thrive on danger. Ryan didn't want another Ellie, who made acted rashly.
“Hi Rita. This is Rachel of the Write Connections morning show. I’m here with Jenny Foster, author of…” Rita made it clear she knew who she’d called. “I read the book last week and loved it—especially the part about confronting your fears. … … …” #CleanWIP
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] pic.twitter.com/l1Iq13FrDO
Rolf leaned on the stack of crates. “Why, Cularos? Are you afraid they’ll think you’re too old?” Truthfully, #fairy longevity had an interesting way of making things difficult. How did one fill nine or ten thousand years?#amwriting
Announced Themes Themes have been selected for next week. We try to have these selected and posted to our Themes page each Thursday. ~~~ Thursday, September 10: SWAP Wednesday, September 9: QUIRK Tuesday, September 8: LOOK Monday, September 7: GRATEFUL Sunday, September 6, 2020: READ ~~~
#CleanWIP Half-Price Bride: Alissia’s eyes lit up. "Oh, I forgot! Our town dentist was scheduled to be married today. It’s been the main gossip for months.” “Why is that?” Emily dried a bowl, feigning disinterest. Alissia whistled under her breath. "He sent off for three brides."
In fairness to Aplo, she hadn’t ever seen this kind of wealth before, but unfortunately for him, such things held little place in her mind. Wealth ebbed and flowed in history, and ultimately, it wasn’t wealth that changed the world. It was ideas. #CleanWIP (history)
#CleanWIP Half-Price Bride: “I don’t mind helpin’ you. I’ll escort you," the drunk persisted. “Never know what ruffians you'll run into.” The only ruffian she’d run into was this drunk cowboy. Emily bit her tongue to prevent speaking it aloud. This was nothing like her home town.