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I pray about everything: from my weight, to breakouts, to plumbing needs around my flat, my weekly budget, to songs to sing during worship. I even confess when I am jealous or angry or afraid…it’s the only way I know how to live because it’s the only way that has worked for me.
Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil, but rejoices with the truth.
Friends, don’t be afraid to talk about happy things, even though the world is crazy and talking about anything else seems irresponsible right now. I don’t mean to minimize what’s going on, but even in the darkness there’s hope. It isn’t healthy to dwell only on what’s wrong.
Whether [the local diner] intended the atmosphere to extend to “vintage odors” was unknown, but a wave of heavy, oniony air pushed its way out the door as Grace let herself in. It was like trying to breathe through a mask made of old onion rings.#amwriting
Her usual bohemian attire was replaced with jeans and a plain black tee. Work gloves sticking out of her back pocket. Marching across the farmyard. The chill in the breeze matched the look on her face. Something was terribly wrong. #CleanWIP
“Thanks.” Their fingers brushed when she accepted the mug, standing the hairs up on the back of her neck, but he didn’t seem to notice. As usual. Taking a cautious sip, she smiled. “#Hotchocolate is perfect on a day like this.”#CleanWIP
Their landlady was a wizened old creature usually only known by her floorboard-rattling good morning, but on occasion she materialized in the flesh to collect rent or conduct a raid on their dinner whenever Mrs. Wright managed something worth dipping into.#CleanWIP Usual
“June asked me to meet her here. She and Ellie have a proposition for me.” “Interesting. That’s not usually how they work. The two of them must have something up their sleeve.” She grinned. “Best of luck to you, Olivia.” Olivia scrunched up her nose. “Thanks?” #CleanWIP
— Jessica Marie Holt — Author (@Jessica06311722) June 4, 2020
“Shisei!” Mother’s voice carried through the delicate shoji walls of our home. Her #usual soft voice was sharpened to a pearl-diver’s knife edge.
I dropped my ax against a pile of yet to be cut firewood and ran to the house, crushing early spring ferns.#cleanWIP#vss365
#CleanWIP Half-Price Bride: JULY release. Thirty minutes later, the dentist still hadn’t arrived. Emily fought panic. He probably had to perform a procedure that took longer than usual. His patient might have become nauseous and vomitted. At least she didn’t have to clean it up.
Today’s #CleanWIP theme and collaborative article is Favorite. [More info]
The featured photo was captured September 30, 2015 by CleanWIP Magazine founder Earl Chinnici. It is a personal favorite.
ATTN: authors who market their works as *clean* The #CleanWIP theme for Wednesday, June 3 is FAVORITE. In addition to lines from a WIP, we’d love to hear about a favorite (character, book, lines…) regarding one of your published works. (Please include a purchase link.) pic.twitter.com/bxsZqAl1sd
An unmasked actor trudged onto the stage, wearing a farmer's kimono and carrying a market basket. Behind him walked in whispering steps a white robed and faced actor. A smile tugged at my mouth. The mid-performance interlude was always my #favorite part. #cleanWIP#vss365
#CleanWIP Half-Price Bride: Emily could kick herself for giving the station master her name and disclosing she was waiting for Dr. Clemons. Mama had warned her about revealing too much to strangers. Her favorite saying was, “The less folks know about your business, the better.”
He stood. Ankles crossed, leaning against the door frame. A concerned look on his face. Blue eyes casting her a questioning glare, demanding an answer to his string of unasked questions she knew were coming. She looked away, not ready to have this conversation with him. #CleanWIP
#CleanWIP Half-Price Bride: “I didn’t hear a thing, Son.” “I heard a hog snort,” the younger Clemons asserted. “If Stiles has parked his hog wagon in front of our office, I’ll demand he move it.” Emily flattened herself against the wall as footsteps clomped out to the boardwalk.
#CleanWIP theme: #request … That did not stop me from saying “yes” when asked if I’d accompany him to the rodeo to watch his sister’s first public barrel race. Even if I wasn’t checking him out already, the sweetness of his gesture would have been tough to decline. pic.twitter.com/ZK2kScOSVV
#CleanWIP Half-Price Bride. “I’ll take a look at your foot," Doc said. "Clint, get her settled in a chair. Then leave.” “As you request, Doc, but, so you know, I’ve already seen her ankles and more.” Emily's cheeks flamed. Doc coughed to hide a chuckle. “Pay him no mind, Miss.”
The funeral would be held at 2:00 the next day, and all the details were complete. They drove home in a steady drizzle. A stream of friends and family came and offered their condolences. Alone in bed, Gimpy couldn’t sleep, tossing and turning in the sickening silence. #CleanWip
#Steady…She braced herself. While she adored her goats, this part she hated. Hoof trimming day. ThunderB stood defiantly. Smiling, she pulled a thick slice of watermelon out of her bucket. Yellow eyes widened. Tail wagged. He came running up to her. Worked every time. #CleanWIP
#CleanWIP Half-Price Bride: Despite the upsetting events, Emily’s heart slowed to a steady rhythm. She’d been harassed by a drunk and detained by the obnoxious Clemons, who was asking questions around town. How much had he learned? Did he know she was his other mail order bride?
“I’ve got this, Gran. We baked our first birthday cake together when I was what, seven? We’ve probably baked a hundred more since. I know I’m still a bit of a hot mess when it comes to whisking. But I’m as good at writing with icing as you are.” #CleanWIP
— Jessica Marie Holt — Author (@Jessica06311722) May 31, 2020
Plum blossoms scented the breeze that trailed through the opened paneled walls. Takumi no longer coughed and his hands grew #steady. The longer days were not long enough for him. His orders were curt, his expectations exacting, and his results beautiful. #cleanWIP#vss365
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#CleanWIP Half-Price Bride: Emily didn't know where she would look for work when Mrs. James fully recovered. Nursing was not her cup of tea. She gagged at the sight of blood, and offensive odors made her nauseous. Even the thought of sticking people with needles, made her cringe.
#CleanWIP Party Time! Meet Oscar Ellwood III. This dorky guy is my favorite character in JOURNEY TO FORGIVENESS. He's a nerd and a spoiled mama's boy who assumes he knows everything. Oscar stays in trouble. You'll laugh when he almost faints after getting a splinter in his chin.
Janet had eager eyes, a broad, toothy smile, and a loud, insistent voice that rose above everyone else’s. In her navy sheath dress, string of pearls, and kitten heels, she looked like she was hosting a political fundraiser instead of attending a family birthday party. #CleanWIP
— Jessica Marie Holt — Author (@Jessica06311722) May 27, 2020
#CleanWIP Half-Price Bride: How would Emily feel in his arms gliding across the dance floor? The Coopers’ harvest party was October 4th. Clint could ask her to accompany him to the party. Since Ma got stronger by the day, the big dilemma was keeping Emily at the ranch until then.
The Island wedding party was small; Pele served as Gimpy’s best man, Melinda as Bailey’s maid of honor. Brother Willie was spot on in his white suit performed the ceremony. Suddenly, Danny Boy decided it would participate; the old bird waddled up and stood by Bailey. #CleanWip
Besides, it was just a kiss. They weren’t walking down the aisle or anything… Of course, if any kiss had the potential to be such a sign, it would have been that one. Electric and familiar like the static stillness before a good thunderstorm. #cleanwip#sweetromance#amwriting
Her morning went by in a blur. Lunch was equally uneventful. Torian headed off with Dima to help with some repairs that needed done around the farm, leaving Inessa Jo alone in the house. A relieving bout of peacefulness. Unfortunately it wouldn’t last near long enough. #CleanWIP
She handed Sarah a piping bag. “You can write ‘Happy 70th birthday, Henry’ on the chocolate one. Steady hand, now!”
“I know how to do this, Gran. We baked our first birthday cake together when I was what, seven? We’ve probably baked a hundred more since then.” #CleanWIP
— Jessica Marie Holt — Author (@Jessica06311722) May 26, 2020
#CleanWIP Half-Price Bride: When Clint had settled her at the table, he left to join the doctor in Ma's room. Emily clasped her hands together smiling at Alissia. “I hate to put you to any trouble. If I hadn’t twisted my ankle, I would pour my own lemonade–plus a glass for you.”
“Clara?” There was no light anywhere, and she hadn’t thought to bring one. Surely, if the girls were here, they would answer. “Clara? Alice? It’s Miss Stratton. Please answer if you hear me. I’m all #alone. No one else is with me.” #CleanWIP (a WWI historical romance)
“It will show my parents that I’m capable of being serious with a woman. Hopefully then they’ll stop worrying about me and leave me alone.”
“But it would be a lie,” said June. “You aren’t capable.”
“At least, not right now,” said Ellie hastily. “All in good time.” #CleanWIP
— Jessica Marie Holt — Author (@Jessica06311722) May 25, 2020
#CleanWIP Half-Price Bride: Emily brushed debris from her skirt. “Yes, I arrived in town, alone.” The cowboy frowned. “Who met you at the depot?” “No one.” Emily bit back anger. The lousy dentist, her intended, had left her at the depot while he exchanged vows with another woman.
Looking through the ledger. Each name a wounded #soul that crossed their threshold. Black ink drew a bold line through some of the names. The ones who didn’t have a chance to heal. Taking a pen. She added a new name with a prayer that this one survived. #CleanWIP
#CleanWIP Half-Price Bride: Emily seemed to be miles away. Clint nudged her. “What do you think?” She blinked. “I’m sorry. What were you asking?” Just as he’d thought. “We were deciding who were the best singers.” “Mrs. Rollins who sang, It Is Well With My Soul, did a great job.”
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~ Irene Onorato ~ When I read a book, I judge the author’s writing strength by very simple criteria. I’m not terribly concerned about a few typos or a couple of boo-boos with punctuation. Minor formatting errors mean nothing to me. The criteria I’m looking for is this: Can the author make me laugh, cry, get angry, smile, feel nervous, or afraid? Will the story evoke primal emotions in such a way that I feel fully immersed in the lives of the characters? That’s the kind of writer I strive to be. Recently, I was blessed by a reader who wrote a blog about Justice for Hattie Mayfair, the first book I’d written outside my normal romance genre. I hadn’t strayed far, but this story had added elements of suspense. In her blog post, the reader gave me the best compliment I’ve ever received as a writer. Her comment let me know I had hit the mark. That she felt things. Deeply. Here’s a snippet of what she said… “I can tell you I was on my toes most of time. I sat on the edge of my seat, laughed, and shed a few tears. Especially at the end… full ugly cry!” Full ugly cry. I love it.
Despite his resolve. His mind kept drifting to her. Her bravery and humility outshined everyone. Slowly chipping away at a heart he no longer thought he had. It was not her, as she claimed, who was flawed. No, he was the one who was damaged. And that would only hurt her.#CleanWIP
Gimpy kept staring at the list; he thought what an odd and diverse group of people; it is the strength of this den of thieves, and they come together when threatened that would make them hard to defeat. He laughed, but they have one fatal flaw, the love of money. #CleanWip
#CleanWIP Half-Price Bride: Dr. Clemons stood in the doorway with Prudence on his arm. Emily's heart hitched and she stumbled. Clint tightened his grip on her, grinning sheepishly. “Me and my big feet. I'd say my dancing is a bit flawed.” "No, my fault. I stepped on your boot."
The streets were empty. Candles winked behind many thin paper walls. As I passed the last home I tripped and fell to my knees again. This time the struggle to rise was more than my #strength. I crawled off the road and onto a narrow snow trodden path. #cleanWIP#vss365
The little girl started crying wanting to go back home. Inessa Jo’s heart nearly broke at the sweet child’s pleas. Strengthening her resolve as she walked away, forcing back the tears that tried to escape from their hold. #CleanWIP (Theme: Strength)
#CleanWIP Half-Price Bride: Doc wagged his finger. “It'll be a while before you regain your strength. Vera, let’s get something straight. If I permit you to sit up two hours a day, will you promise me you won’t try to take over running the house?” She gave him a blistering look.
#CleanWIP Half-Price Bride: “I told Ollie your name was Evelyn.” Adella paused. “What’s your last name?” “It’s—” Emily stalled, not correcting the woman in regard to her first name. The bell clanged and Clint walked in. Emily was so relieved she fought the impulse to embrace him.
#CleanWIP (theme REGARD) Is Hamelin witness enough, or shall we call others?” Dolan regarded the somber young man beside him. “I believe he is witness enough.” To his credit, Hamelin pulled himself together, made a courtly bow, and looked each of them directly in the eyes.
Moments later the door squeaked open, and a wash of musty air hit them full in the face. Regarding them from the dimly lit hall was the housekeeper, a wrinkled-up old woman that seemed to share kin with a raisin.#CleanWIP Theme: Regard
I pulled back as mother turned to me. I didn’t need a last blessing, because she wouldn’t die. She sighed and turned to my first younger sister. “Gomako. You brought joy after sorrow. Your quickness to learn is a delight. Be careful who you #imitate.” #cleanWIP#vss365
#CleanWIP Half-Price Bride: The reverend scanned the crowd. “Fair warning, sister or brother. One seemingly harmless lie can lead to a dozen, to cover the original one. After you tell the first lie, it is difficult to admit you were not completely honest. Pride gets in the way."
“What kind of organization leaves its people defenseless in a war to save the world, General?” “Well, that is a hypothetical and I don’t answer those, but you’re still standing here and I’m trying to determine for what purpose? Next question, you in the Bozo costume.” #CleanWip
“This is Barley, Oats, and Rye.” How original. She thought. “Kittens? Where did you get them?” “Now Jo, I was fixing a flat and heard a noise. Then I saw the box. Looked inside & found these poor homeless creatures. I thought. Jo always need more cats around the farm.”#CleanWIP
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#CleanWIP Half-Price Bride: Josh’s countenance sobered. “Clint, you need to forgive your stepfather. Let go of the bitterness. You don’t realize how your anger is hurting those you love.” “Josh, I appreciate your honesty. Now, you go back inside and give me some time to think.”
“If you could create a Mother, where would you start?” “Easy, I’d give her the heart of Lion, the eyes of the Eagle, and the fighting spirit of a Wolverine.” “You’re talking animals.” “My mother is beautiful and strong, don’t you agree?” “Yes, now ask her to let me up.”#vss365
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Niv stood frozen on the spot as he sought to make sense of everything. He’d never even got the chance to speak up before Vancord scuttled any possibility of making a good impression. He stifled a desire to glance back in search of Boaraly.#CleanWIP
— Edwin Downward Author of Science Fiction Adventure (@edwindownward) May 14, 2020
“JoJo.” A childish voice echoed through the house.
“What is it?” she asked as the girl climbed onto the stool next to her.
“Can we make beady things today?”
“Of course, we can.” Inessa Jo said. “Right after breakfast. Alright.” #CleanWIP
Yes, he was a dead man the moment Frank opened his big fat traitorous mouth. He had trusted the wrong person, and he was going to pay for his mistake with his life.
But no one else would. This would end with him. He’d make sure of it. #CleanWIP
— Jessica Marie Holt — Author (@Jessica06311722) May 14, 2020
#CleanWIP Half-Price Bride: A pot lid clanged before Louise yelled, “I want Em’ly out of here!” It was time to make her presence known. Emily tucked the money inside her pocket and stepped inside, letting the screen door pop to behind her. Louise whirled around and glared at her.
#CleanWIP ~ Though her choice of words to the driver of the sedan may seem comedic, I later learned that’s simply Rita’s preferred method of coping with stress. She was certainly stressed that morning. In fact, it ranked high on her list of worst days ever.
The invaders were a strike force from a neighboring kingdom. They had decided Empleheim was a threat they could not leave alone and intended to take Castle Hona in a surprise attack. They succeeded at the surprise part, even if they failed at the attack part. #CleanWIP (achieve)
She admired her parents and everything they had achieved. Even her older brother made something of his life. She felt like a failure. No job. On the verge of destroying the very thing her family worked hard to protect. Hiding from her troubles in her mother’s pantry. #CleanWIP
“That’s going to be the first high school rocket to achieve escape velocity,” Merry predicted. “Mister Wallace will be fit to be tied.” She had no difficulty in picturing the white-haired Mister Wallace, who threatened to retire, staring slack-jawed…#CleanWIP
“Honey, if you #want to sell your house get Bailey Betterton, she sells anything that has got a roof on it. I saw her sell my grandfather’s house to a blind man; the poor guy thought he’d bought a castle if you know what I mean.” She gave me a wink, and she was gone. #CleanWip
“Well, Mechal tells me they’re fully healed,” Khomar replied. “I’ve been cleared to do whatever I want.” “The instruction given was to avoid that which would cause overexertion,” Lu noted coolly.#cleanwip#wip#amwritingfantasy
#CleanWIP Half-Price Bride: Was Louise suggesting Carl Goodwin? In his forties, Carl had returned from the war with an alcohol addiction. His wife took all she could then took the baby and left him with five young’uns. Emily did not want to start a marriage with a passel of kids.
“I like simple, so I will make this simple. Tell me what I want to know now, and maybe I don’t shoot you in the head and throw you in the river. Maybe you go back to your pathetic life, and scramble around like the cockroach you are until someone else crushes you.” #CleanWIP
— Jessica Marie Holt — Author (@Jessica06311722) May 11, 2020
#CleanWIP (theme WANT) “The name means ‘resolute protector.’ Don’t you think that will describe him someday?” Dolan didn’t answer right away, for he did not want to disappoint her. He felt strongly the child should be named Orland.
Mr. Cohen is a little white-haired man that grayed early, and the proprietor of Timothy’s favorite bookshop. For the nominal fee of sweeping out the shop, he’ll let Timothy read whatever he wants, as long as he wants.
#CleanWIP Half-Price Bride: Josh’s countenance sobered. “Clint, you need to forgive your stepfather. Let go of the bitterness. You don't realize how your anger is hurting those you love.” "Josh, I appreciate your honesty. Now, you go back inside and give me some time to think.”
— Jessica Marie Holt — Author (@Jessica06311722) May 10, 2020
He didn’t understand how she could #forgive so effortlessly. To move on from the horrors with such ease. While his own nightmares take a stronger hold every time he tried to move on to brighter days. #CleanWIP
~ Arthur Daigle ~ Here’s a short piece from my latest Dana Illwind and Sorcerer Lord Jayden story: “I kind of remember the sun,” Dana said. “Shiny and warm, moved a lot.” Jayden looked up from his spell tablets and raised an eyebrow. “Historically, Sorcerer Lords are more inclined to madness than farm girls.” “I’m owed a little bit of going over the edge. It’s rained for fifteen days! Not little storms, either. I saw a house float away. You know magic. Can’t you make it stop?”
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~ Laurean Brooks ~ Excerpt from To Trust Her Heart: Was Jake alluding to his wife’s death? “You are a strong believer.” “You aren’t?” His blue eyes sought hers and lingered. She winced. “Not anymore. God seems so distant. I’m not sure He has time for everyone. I mean…why else would tragedy come to those who believe in Him? Your wife’s death, for instance.” “And your husband’s?” Amanda shifted her focus to the circling hawk. The mention of her late husband reminded her why she couldn’t trust God. She’d prayed fervently for a turnaround in her marriage, but God had turned a deaf ear. Greg continued in his infidelity, and finally died in it. “Amanda, God gave each person a free will. He won’t force His own will on anyone.” He did it again. Read her mind. She folded her arms across her chest. “Meaning…?” “When Adam and Eve took a bite of that forbidden fruit—whatever it was—sin was birthed on the earth. One act of disobedience brought all kinds of disasters upon the world. Death, sickness, strife, greed, anger, violence, lust, and pain… We have a choice; we can keep blaming Adam and Eve—or God—for the sin in the world, or we can accept God’s provision for our individual sin and move on.” “In other words, each person must accept responsibility for his or her own actions and choices.”
Staver slipped an iron ring on my finger; it was the only metal the army blacksmith had. Then he sang. It wasn’t one of his songs, but an old wedding hymn in a #language forgotten by all but priests and scholars. #cleanWIP#vss365
“I don’t see money as some big defining characteristic. It’s Just something that adds another dimension to people. To me it’s the same as finding out your grandma plays the banjo, or your dad speaks twelve languages, or you’re a direct descendant of George Washington.” #CleanWIP
— Jessica Marie Holt — Author (@Jessica06311722) May 7, 2020
#CleanWIP Half-Price Bride: “Em-i-ly." She enunciated each syllable. “It’s a pretty name. Are you from around here?” “No, I’m from a small town near Memphis.” “Goodness Gracious! What are you doing this far west? You had to cross the big Mississippi.” How much should she reveal?
#Nations from the west had attacked Ruska many times over the years, and they never made it far. But the Scythians to the south were different. They lived a nomadic life on windswept steppes. They were as fierce and unyielding as their land.#cleanWIP#vss365
~ Scott R. Rezer ~ Josefa had fallen in love with the church at once, its plain exterior awash in pink and white, surrounded by trees and vineyards and the overarching blue sky; it was a jewel of the Baroque style so prominent in the churches of southwestern Germany. Its plain, but beautiful, exterior, though, belied the rich interior that overwhelmed the senses with color and light and ornamentation worthy of a pilgrim church. The schemes of pink and white and glittering gold extended to the inside. Every statue and painting exuded a sense of movement, of life, a place where light and shadow could dance together. ~ The Haberdasher’s Wife (Available May 7) ~
#CleanWIP Half-Price Bride: Mrs. Reilly stood in the yard pinning clothes to the line. “Just set the flour on the porch. We appreciate it.” Clint tipped his hat. He didn’t mind helping the Reillys. Mr. Reilly had lost a leg in the Civil War. Would the nation ever fully recover?
Having spent sixteen years of his life serving the nation. Being pulled into another’s battle was the last thing he wanted. Doomed. Whatever way he looked at it. Yet he felt a strong urge to step in and help. Because one person’s life was worth more than a statistic. #CleanWIP
#CleanWIP Half-Price Bride: “She has to go!” Louise’s voice blasted through the screen. What had riled her sister-in-law this time? Mama left the everything to Roy. Her one stipulation—Roy take care of Emily—had no papers to back it. Without those, Emily had lost her birthright.”
We too often blow it off as of little importance; our heritage came with a price, often bought and paid for in blood, by relatives. And, for what, so we can slough it off as only dust in the wind. Buckle up world, for without culture there is no history and no future. #CleanWip
~ Excerpt of The Haberdasher’s Wife by Scott R. Rezer, now available for pre-order at Amazon.com. ~ Herr Doctor Josef Anton von Bandel—Golden Knight of the Order of St. Peter, Count Palatine; satirist, theologian, husband. Father—my father. A man who died when I was only three months old. As a child, I knew very little about him. He was only a name, nothing more, but from what I learned, as I grew older, he had earned his nobility because he criticized anyone who stood against the Absolutism of the Catholic Church and the powers of such men as the Duke of Württemberg. Such was my father’s legacy.
My latest historical fiction release is FREE today and tomorrow (May 5th and 6th)! Happy reading! https://t.co/a56dFzZ6Mw
— Jessica Marie Holt — Author (@Jessica06311722) May 5, 2020
The #CleanWIP theme and collaborative article for today, May the Fourth 2020, is Star. [More info]
Featured photo is a cropped subsection of an image captured by the NASA Spitzer Space Telescope of a celestial sea of stars. NASA/JPL-Caltech/Univ. of Wisc.
#CleanWIP “You could be a king maker,” the Chief said with force. “Yet you would deny that opportunity—and risk so much more on your questionable star project? Most of us can’t afford the luxury of idealism.”
#CleanWIP Half-Price Bride: Emily gazed at the eastern horizon. “The Farmer’s Almanac says Venus will be an evening star through September. Clint, look at the moon. It’s enormous! I wish we never had to leave this place.” He slid his arms around her waist. “I know what you mean.”
Her finger traced the #star inlay on the medicine chest. Hand carved by her great grandfather. A loving gift for his wife. The first of many midwives and babki’s in her family. With a sense of #bathos, she remembered the lessons and traditions handed down to her.#CleanWIP#vss365
Making his way back through the woods. He’d lost the trail. Carefully, he stepped over the treacherous branches and rocks that lay scattered around the forest floor; waiting to trip some fool that dared to make their way past. #CleanWIP (Theme: Rock)
#CleanWIP Half-Price Bride: "You hinted at something unusual that brought you here.” Carrie laughed. “It’s no secret, now. I left Denton in a hurry one night after pushing a nasty drunk off the boardwalk. His head struck a rock. I didn’t know if he was dead or just unconscious.”
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The Haberdasher’s Wife by Scott R. Rezer is now available for pre-order on Amazon with release day set for May 15. 1800—Überlingen, Imperial Free City of the Holy Roman Empire. Change is on the wind. A new century has begun and war with Napoleon Bonaparte continues to spread like wildfire, while the Enlightenment quietly breaks down traditional barriers of class, education, and the arts, in the last holdouts of Absolutism in the old German States. For Josefa von Bandel, a nobleman’s daughter, her life on the quiet shores of the Bodensee is caught up in the dramatic changes sweeping across Europe—and in her own troubled life. She is young and beautiful and willfully stubborn. She risked her reputation for a scandalous affair—but will she sacrifice everything else for love?
#CleanWIP Half-Price Bride: Jessica rolled her eyes. “Can you blame Margie for running out on Clemons? Did you get a good look? He could pass for a twin brother to Papa’s mule.” Emily laughed. The dentist’s long face and protruding teeth could earn him the nickname “Mule Face.”
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#CleanWIP Half-Price Bride: “I’ve loved Ollie since I went in with an awful toothache. His sky-blue eyes were the last thing I remember before passing out,” Prudence oozed. “Don’t you think he’s dreamy? Emily searched for a reply that would not offend. “Dr. Clemons is…unique.”
“We aren’t alone in that dungeon anymore. You don’t have the #power you thought you did.” This time she was prepared for the panic.Instead of allowing it to weaken her, she used the wave of emotion to strengthen her courage. “You’d do well to remember that.”#1linewed#cleanWIP
~ Danielle Thorne ~ Phoebe diverted from the cobblestones onto the familiar footpath that led to the narrow strip of sand along the sea wall. She set a silk and linen drawstring bag inside her basket and dropped them onto the beach. Off came her shoes.
#CleanWIP: Western Romance. Not What He Ordered-FREE! April 28-30. Josh has no clue who he picked up at the depot. Carrie is on the run after clobbering a drunk and leaving him in the street. https://t.co/ro7QCNRToJ
#CleanWIP (theme SEA) Joy stood with Dolan on the ramparts of Castle Frankland. She studied her brother’s profile as he stared out at the northern sea where the waves crashed into the rocks along the outer wall. His mouth was grim, and she wondered what he was thinking.
Our village sits on a cliff above the sea. Every day, the sun ripples in a bright line along the ocean edge then rises a fiery pearl above the water where she slept. Once the sun slept in a cave and wouldn’t come out for fear of the demon that drove her there. #cleanWIP#vss365
Ruska is a cold land. The people are strong, for they yearly fight winter. Those who win live to see another summer. Those who do not find a home in earth that is frozen half the year. A land of wolves and ogres, and forests vast enough to hold whole nations. #vss365#cleanWIP
#CleanWIP Half-Price Bride: “Landon will never be a rancher,” Alissia said. “He will be a doctor.” After a measure of strained silence, Emily spoke. “Let’s eat. Supper’s on.” Ma’s gaze swept from Alissia to Clint. “Land sakes! Can’t a body eat supper in peace?” Silence prevailed.
They lived peacefully and did not aspire to the power some of them plainly possessed. It seemed strange they had not conquered the neighboring kingdoms by sheer force. She held out hope that they were as noble in character as they appeared. #CleanWIP (theme: kingdom) #fantasy
#CleanWIP (theme KINGDOM) “You have another ring you rarely wear which has the potential to topple a kingdom.” Her serpent ring. The one with the hidden compartment and hollow fangs, with which she could poison anyone she touched, if she had a mind to do so.
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~ Patricia Snelling ~ (from her current cozy mystery work-in-progress) Within minutes of Andre stepping onto the podium, a terrific crash reverberated as the platform collapsed sending Andre catapulting—music stand, scores and conductor’s baton flying across the room almost landing in a Euphonium player’s lap
#CleanWIP Half-Price Bride: Remorse flooded Roy's eyes. “Is this truly what you want, Sis?” Tears pooled in Emily's. No! she wanted to scream. But at least she'd be out of her sister-in-law’s hair. “Yes, it is. I will either telegraph or write, so you’ll know I made it safely.”
“Did you write him back?” he asked. “I did. I told him I forgave him for takin’ the money. I asked him to come home and turn himself in.” “And?” “He never wrote me again.” “I’m sorry, Pa.” Pa nodded slowly but said nothing. #cleanWIP#cleanindiereads
#CleanWIP In spite of everything Dad threw her way, she was as tranquil as a lakeside picnic on an early spring day. She had a quick wit and impeccable charm. Not to brag, but I also inherited my mother’s vast intelligence, good looks, and love for writing.
The #CleanWIP theme for Wednesday, April 22 is AUTHOR. If you’re an AUTHOR who markets your work as clean, use the hashtag with on-theme lines from a WIP and/or introduce yourself to readers in this Special Edition. A relevant profile, blog, or social link is also welcome. pic.twitter.com/QObhIKAgRR
Hi everyone! My name is Katelyn, and I write heartfelt stories about family and friendship. Besides writing, I enjoy learning French, teaching children’s church, and serving my community through library work. Enchantée ! https://t.co/WDM84czjqw
~ Jessica Marie Holt ~ I’m sentimental, I’m a homebody, I’m a follower of Christ, and I love my family. That sums up where my heart is, and my writing comes from my heart. My work is character-driven, and a most of it is about the internal emotional struggles we all face. I like to get right down into the nitty gritty–into the raw, real places where we find our biggest challenges–but I always balance everything with hope; the hope of redemption, of change, of better possibilities, of new beginnings. I love anything unconventional, quirky, offbeat, unexpected. I love characters who are realistic, layered, and a little unpredictable. I love approaching old stories and topics from new angles and new perspectives, and challenging myself to find the most interesting way to telling any given story. And I think, most of all, I like to inject a sense of humor into everything, no matter how dramatic or serious. Life is so full of fun absurdities, and people are so amazingly peculiar. Someone has to document it all for posterity! I often say that I live in a sitcom family. I have five quirky kids, weirdo cats, an oddball husband, and a huge extended family that gives me enough inspiration for a lifetime. Writing fiction is my way to document my life–not the exact details, but the spirit, the truths, the emotion, and the heart behind everything I’ve uncovered and experienced, and all the many unanswered questions I still have. Hopefully, my work will inspire people, give them hope, and make them think. But if all they’re looking for is a good story, they’ll find that, too. Feel free to follow me on my FB page at https://www.facebook.com/everywordmatters to get the latest on what I’m up to next!
~ Scott R. Rezer ~ From my WIP… “So are you drawn more to the characters or the plot?” “Oh, definitely the characters. They are so richly drawn. Without them, the plot would suffer most terribly.” Caroline laughed and leaned toward her. “Such bold words to speak to an author.” She held up her hand to Josefa when she realized her criticism. “But perhaps, true. I’m a firm believer that characters help drive a plot.” She touched Josefa’s arm again. “What character, might I ask, do you find yourself drawn toward more?” My name is Scott and I am an historical fiction writer. Admitting you have a problem is the first step to recovery—not that I’ll recover from my love of writing, no matter how much I admit it. The best way to describe my writing is… character-driven stories that bring history to life. I write stories ranging from ancient Biblical history to the Civil War, as well as an historical fantasy series about the Crusades. My Civil War series is actually based on my ancestors who fought in died in the war on both sides. My current WIP, THE HABERDASHER’S WIFE, is also about an ancestress in Germany. Part of the passion I have rediscovered the past several years for my craft is writing about people whose lives impacted my own. I believe we are products of our past—not that I won’t write about other things. I have more ideas for stories than I’ll probably ever be able to write! After all, I have a problem and the best way to recover is to push through the treatment—commit to write just one more book each time I finish the last. Next up in my treatment, the final book in my Crusades fantasy series. Website: https://scottrezer.weebly.com
#CleanWIP “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.”
~ Laurean Brooks ~ When Earl asked us to post an author bio, the first thought I had was, BOR-ING. But, as I continued to dwell on it, maybe it isn’t so boring to those who have lived similar lives, or who would have loved to have lived on a farm. I was the fourth-born child to a family of seven kids. Our dad worked on a riverboat out of Memphis, four weeks on and three weeks off. Mama ran the show like a drill sergeant while he was away. She had to be tough, especially to keep my brothers in line. We planted, hoed, picked and canned vegetables from three gardens, chopped grass in 4 acres of corn, fed the farm animals, cut firewood, but still found time to have fun. How many of you have crawled inside a 50-gallon metal barrel at the top of a hill, braced your arms and legs, then let your brother shove the barrel down the hill? Who needed a roller coaster when you could get the same effect from a trundling, rocky, barrel ride? My imagination caught the attention of a fifth-grade teacher. I believed I had been given poetic license (Not so), when she announced to the class, “Laurie will someday become and author.” The next essay Miss Mary assigned was an essay on Columbus’s discovery of the West Indies islands. When I finished reading it, the entire class was in hysterics. Everyone except my the teacher, who cleared her throat and said, “Laurie, I want you to rewrite this essay to make it more realistic.” My 10-year-old imagination had Columbus captured by the natives, almost burned at the stake, but at the last minute, stuffed in a cannon and shot back across the ocean. What’s wrong with that picture? Everything. Miss Mary didn’t want extreme creativity—she wanted facts. Well…as close to factual incidents as possible. Anyway, I rewrote it, and re-read it. Not one person laughed. Bummer! The teacher who encouraged me to write had squashed my imagination—temporarily. Four years later, during my freshman year, it burst fort again in a story titled, “The Escape of an Oscar Mayer Weiner.” The English/lit teacher loved it. She laughed as hard as my classmates did. It would be decades later before I realized my dream of becoming a writer. After years in a factory that was closed by NAFTA in the mid-90s, I enrolled in college. Two years after graduation, I decided the legal assistant career was not working for me. Since I had taken classes that utilized Microsoft Word, nothing prevented me from pursuing my dream of writing. My first book “Journey To Forgiveness” was published in 2009. I write sweet romance—both contemporary and historical, with twisting plots. The stories are loaded with humor and quirky characters including, perky (sometimes sassy) heroines, and chivalrous (ofttimes aggravating) heroes. Mrs. James wiped her mouth. “Thank you. That hit the spot.” She picked up a copy of Wuthering Heights from her bedside table. “Em’ly, will you read to me? I started this book and got halfway through before I got sick. I marked the place.” Emily accepted the book and slid her chair closer to the bed. She opened to the book mark and started to read. Engrossed in the intense plot by author Emily Bronte, she didn’t notice Mrs. James had fallen asleep until soft snores alerted her. Replacing the marker, Emily rose. She would love to continue reading, but it was time to relieve Alissia. The girl had too much responsibility for a fifteen-year-old. Find me on Facebook at https://www.facebook.com/laurean.brooks.
He spotted the woman seated on a small stone bench and staring, straight-backed toward the sea, with her lips pressed in a line. He recognized her as the same woman he had seen with the king several weeks ago when he had finally be granted an audience. #cleanwip#wip#amwriting
#CleanWIP (theme SEVERAL) When Dolan rode with several men-at-arms into the yard of Castle Northland, the sadness oppressed him. Black banners on the gatehouse snapped in the breeze. Every person he encountered wore a black arm band. Misery wreathed every face.
Several calculations he ran on her yielded suspicious values. There was something about her, something incredible but concealed. What kind of person hadn’t heard of the Zephyr, or of shaper mages? The data didn’t add up, but he wasn’t sure what the error was. #CleanWIP#fantasy
I peeled bark from coppiced saplings. They all looked straight to me, but after #several cuffs to my head for handing the fletcher bent shafts, I began to see the little variations, the insect damage, the twists and turns. #cleanWIP#vss365
#CleanWIP Although I expected being a guest on Write Connections to be a great way to advance my career even further, my debut book had already touched the hearts of many. Several thousand had already connected with me via online social networks and at smaller local events.
Colleen stood holding the pan of burned rolls, her evening shot to the dogs. Finally, the air cleared, and after a few seconds of Shawn fanning the smoke detector with a cookie sheet, the house fell silent. Aunt Birdie smiled. “Hockey puck, anyone?” #CleanWip
“My men all bet you’ll miss on the first shot. But for each shot you don’t miss, I’ll add a setting of dishes with the silverware to the tribute, whether or not you win. The Khan will get tapestries and possibly a #few pieces of silver. You can explain why so little.” #cleanWIP
“I have very few expenses at home. So I am not doing too bad. I know they’d like to see me more settled, but I still need time to save money, date more, maybe travel, see what I really want from life.”
#CleanWIP Half-Price Bride: That’s how Buffalo Gap, south of Abilene, got its name.” “That's interesting. Then what happened to the buffalo?” Emily asked. “Sadly," Clint replied, "Buffalo hunters thinned them out, killed them for their hides. The few left migrated farther west.”
#CleanWIP Half-Price Bride: Emily looked skeptical as Clint pulled her behind a Hackberry tree and kissed her. She stiffened at first, then relaxed. “Does that tell you anything?” he breathed. Emily’s lashes fluttered up at him. “Yes. That you’ve had plenty of practice kissing.”
This place held plenty of secrets. More so than what appeared on the genteel surface. These were no normal secrets. No. Peoples safety & often their very lives depended on them being kept. He was learning just how much that mattered to those who pass over its threshold. #CleanWIP
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~ Patricia Snelling ~ The drive through the countryside invigorated her as she inhaled the sweet smell of freshly cut hay through her open window. Arriving in Martha’s driveway, she swerved to avoid squashing her pink, miniature Kunekune pig, Hibiscus who was like a child to her.
“Ah, I’m glad to see you two,” he said in way of greeting. “I’d like to give these boys a lesson this morning in the great-sword. Are you up for it?” Khomar and Kintrye looked at each other and grinned. When were they not? #cleanwip#kindleunlimitedhttps://t.co/ndleUttQGR
“It’s so beautiful.” Grace nestled in his arms, completely unafraid. Before her was the miracle of the light pushing back the darkness, a true metaphor for life. Behind her, flooding her senses with each breath, was the man she loved and wanted for life. #cleanwip
She stared at the water, her eyes reflecting what she felt. A slow melancholy that lingered much of the time. Long, lonely years had hardened her heart and dimmed her spirit. It was part of the sacrifice, the burden she bore. She wished it would fade just a little. #CleanWIP
#CleanWIP Half-Price Bride: Jessica brushed a black speck from her dress sleeve. “It’s a good thing we wore dark outfits. They may be uncomfortable in this heat, but the soot doesn’t show up so bad.” Emily wished she’d put as much thought into her decision to marry the dentist.
“Lot of folk here won’t hire Irish or rent nothin’ to ‘em, even if they can clearly see you didn’t just step off the boat from the motherland. They don’t much like people from the South, either, but you’re far better off bein’ a Rebel than an Irishman.” #CleanWIP
#CleanWIP ~ I was devastated by the thought of losing Charlie and even more crushed that it didn’t seem to bother him as much as it bothered me. I hoped his apparent nonchalance was just a temporary effect of the Crazy Chicken.
“It’s so beautiful.” Grace nestled in his arms, completely unafraid. Before her was the miracle of the light pushing back the darkness, a true metaphor for life. Behind her, flooding her senses with each breath, was the man she loved and wanted for life. #cleanwip
#CleanWIP Half-Price Bride: Clint studied Emily. “We should be there in two hours if the horses don’t tire.” He shook the reins. “My mother has a hacking cough. I hope Doc has a miracle cure in his black bag.” Emily readjusted her hat. “It’s hard to watch loved ones suffer.”
Kintrye had been bombarded by rumors circulating around the capital regarding the increasingly reclusive monarch. Just one month before, in an unprecedented move, King Lantaye had sent away all six of his wives to country estates far away from the capital. #cleanwip#wip
#CleanWIP Half-Price Bride: Roy flipped the envelope. “Abilene, Texas? Em’ly, that’s halfway across the country! I don’t know if I can let you go. Anyway, how do you plan on gettin’ there, if I do?” “What do you mean, if you let her go?” Louise groused. Your sister’s a grown-up.
#CleanWIP Half-Price Bride: Clint’s green eyes twinkled. At the same time, they seemed to plead. “ Are you sure?” he asked. His next words gave Emily an out. “I hate to impose on your kind nature.” “I don’t have a job as of yet. I can tend to your mother until she recuperates.”
A few strides to the side door. He undid the lock and opened the door into a brightly lit living space. White walls, casual seating arrangement, shelves of plants lining the windows and along one of the other walls. Reminding him of an upscale coffee shop.
#CleanWIP Half-Price Bride: Brady had an independent streak. He wanted to be his own boss. He stuck it out seven years, but his heart wasn't in it. He didn’t like ranching. He wanted his own plot of land, to raise a few pigs, cows, and chickens, and to plant a vegetable garden.
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“Who did you leave behind?” “The blacksmith.” “Your husband?” “He will be, if—. He will be. We’ll be married at the end of #harvest.” “We’ll find him.” She nodded and picked up her pace. “He’s too thick headed and stubborn to die.”#cleanWIP#vss365