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~ Scott R. Rezer ~ From my current WIP, The Gambit Queen: Book Three of the Magdalen Cycle (historical fantasy)… The orange-red globe of the sun sunk toward the horizon. An hour or more of twilight would see the evening give way to a starlit night. Isabella sighed and leaned against the latticed wall of the castle of Tyre, gazing out over the sparkling sea. A breeze met her sigh, stirring into a riot the many fragrances of the rooftop garden. It teased strands of dark hair from her veil, blowing them across her face in an annoying fashion.
~ Jessica Marie Holt ~ An excerpt! June stared at her. “Henry’s vacuuming?” “Yes,” said Elena. “Lucia convinced him.” Lucia smiled, dimples flashing in her cheeks. “I can be very persuasive,” she said. Her accent made her clear voice sound like music. June turned and walked swiftly to the kitchen entrance, Ellie following close behind. They both peeked out from behind the wall to look for themselves. Henry was, in fact, awkwardly and ineptly pushing the vacuum around the living room. “If I weren’t seeing it with my own eyes, I wouldn’t believe it,” June murmured. “Me, neither,” said Ellie. “It’s as strange as me vacuuming my living room. I haven’t done it in decades. Jeffrey never liked my methods. I don’t go in straight, tidy rows, and I always suck up socks and pennies and other things.” “I know, I was there that day he banned you from using the vacuum. To be fair, he spent a month picking it out, and you broke it when you sucked up that cat toy.” “I didn’t see it!” “It was a pole with a rope attached, Ellie. And the rope had at least twenty brightly-colored feathers and a plastic fish at the end of it!” Ellie sighed sadly. “I know. It was General Meow’s favorite. May he–and the Dirt Devil–rest in peace.”
~ Laurean Brooks ~ An excerpt from Not What He Ordered Molly pulled a piece of note paper from her reticule and wrote something. “Here’s my address if you want to stay in touch.” Carrie accepted the paper. “Don’t forget to tell Mr. Kramer that Katy backed out of their marriage arrangement.” “Katy…Davis?” “Yes.” “I won’t forget. “It was all Carrie could think of. Strangers made her nervous, especially men. But she’d promised to deliver the message. She slipped the paper into her pocket. “You can write to tell me how Mr. Kramer took the news. Well, I’d better get in line.”Molly picked up her bags and merged into the exit line with other departing passengers. “Next stop Abilene!” Prepare to disembark.” Carrie picked up her valise and melded into the line of passengers. She scanned the station for a tall, slim, dark-haired man fitting the description of the mysterious Josh Kramer. Two middle-aged men wandered about, their gazes scanning the faces of passengers inside the depot. One man was short and the other paunchy. Neither wore a red bandanna around his neck. After twenty minutes studying every man who walked through the door, Carrie set her luggage on the floor near a bench and sat down. If the man showed, finding him would be easier after the crowd thinned. “Excuse me,” a deep voice boomed. Carrie gazed up into piercing, black eyes The tall cowboy wore a black Stetson over coal-black hair with curls that caressed his ears. His strong jaw suggested a determined spirit. A little lower, a red bandanna circled his neck. “I’m Josh Kramer. Are you the woman I’m looking for?” Carrie’s heart raced. If only she were. Her tongue stuck to the roof of her mouth. “I…I–” was all she managed. “Well, what are you waiting for? A ranch doesn’t run itself, Miss Davis. We’d better get going.” Her tongue came unglued. “But, Mr. Kramer, I’m not–.” He interrupted. “Is this all the luggage you brought?” She could only nod. He snatched up her valise and tramped outside before she could find her voice. Carrie jumped to her feet and hurried after him, catching up as he set her bag in his buckboard. “But, Mister Kramer…I’m not–.” “Are you ready to go, Miss Davis?” “Mr. Kramer…I need to tell you something.” He shook his head. “Whatever it is can wait until we get to the ranch. I’m a busy man. And Aunt Em needs help with the canning. She’s the only reason I agreed to this…arrangement.” Without another word, he scooped Carrie up and plopped her on the buckboard seat. Oh, dear! He really believed she was his mail-order bride.
#CleanWIP Half-Price Bride: Emily brought joy into their home, and her advice had worked. As much as he hated to admit it, loosening the reins on his little sister had worked. Alissia treated him with respect again, like she had before disagreements over Landon had divided them.
From the recently releasedThe Haberdasher’s Wife by Scott R. Rezer… He shook his head and cupped her face in his large hands. “I’ve seen men of noble birth act more wretchedly than a common thief, just as I’ve known servants TREAT others with more noble generosity than the highest lord. It is the heart that matters, Josefa, not the record of one’s birth…”
Spirited Away+Jumanji Reasons 12yo Porter hates the parallel world of Pericael: 1. bloodthirsty monsters, 2. creepy spirits, 3. a murderous soul thief & 4. he’d rather be playing soccer. But when 2 worlds hang in the balance, looks like he’ll be missing playoffs.#SFFpit#MG#FA
13yo Cassie hates the birthmark on her face, until she finds out it’s proof of her destiny as a Guardian of Arabeth. Now she must face something worse than middle school bullies. A dark force that can destroy not only Arabeth, but her hometown as well. #sffpit#mg#fa
When hundreds of children are kidnapped and forced to become soldiers, a grieving widow must decide whether to stay hidden, denying the warrior she once was, or face her fears, confronting those who murdered her husband. #SFFpit#A#FA#EF
~ Laurean Brooks ~ The love of fabricating is the reason I write. The reason I write historical fiction is due to my infatuation with certain TV cowboys from the age of 5 through 14. Cheyenne Bodie was my #1. And those were reruns.
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: "Doctoring is Landon’s gift. Not everyone can be a rancher.” Clint groaned. “You made your point, Sis, but delivering a calf, doesn’t prove a thing.” Alissia glared before turning to Emily. “Landon’s pa lost his leg while he was a soldier in the War."
~ Scott R. Rezer ~ From my current WIP, The Gambit Queen (Book Three: The Magdalen Cycle) (Historical Fantasy)… THE WHITE-CAPPED WAVES of the sea rumbled and crashed upon the shore beside Henri de Troyes, second of the name and Count of Champagne, as he fell to his knees to kiss the wet sand. His hands trembled, his knees felt weak. After weeks at sea, enduring storms and rough seas and bouts of mal de mer, a wave of relief washed over him to finally be ashore once more. He was a soldier not a sailor, and if he never had endure such an experience again, it wouldn’t be too soon. Of course, if he wished to return home to his beloved Champagne, he would have to endure the seas once more; that, or take the longer, more dangerous overland route across Europe. Until then, though, he had sworn to take the cross and see the Holy City won back from the Sarrazins.
“Where’d you learn to fight like that?” Torian asked. “Street fighting. When I got tired of that, I did a stint in the Army. You?” “Marines” Vadim gave him an approving nod. “Do you want some coffee?” “Coffee? Here?” “I managed to smuggle some in."#CleanWIP (Theme: Soldier)
He knew from the few times that he had scanned the woman’s mind that she was a kind soul without malice or deceit, but that did not mean she was not bent toward manipulation. #cleanwip#wip#amwritingfantasy
“It was rough work, with rough men. The kind of men who ain’t scared of nothin ‘cause they seen everything. I only did okay because I was a hard worker, a fast talker, and good with my fists. I guess I can thank ol’ Freddy for that last one.” #CleanWIP
#CleanWIP Half-Price Bride: Clint clucked to the horses, shaking the reins. The doctor, in his buggy, trotted to catch up. He lifted a hand and waved before dropping back a short distance. Emily returned his wave, happy to have the kind-faced gentleman as part of their entourage.
Pele reached into his pocket and produced a relatively new 9mm, “Don’t let me forget to give you the two boxes of shells that are on the boat, you know, in case the pirates attack.” With everything ashore, Pele left. Gimpy was alone on the Island for a week. #CleanWip#SunWip
“Do me a favor. I want to meet her first. I should have that right as your uncle, and your godfather.” “I don’t know about that, Tio. If she knows I have relatives like you, she might not want to date me anymore.” #cleanWIP
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Jessica Marie Holt has published three endearing romantic comedies that so wonderfully fit today’s theme, we decided to feature them right up top. With permission, we’ve included the blurb for the first book of the series, Reluctantly Yours, below so you can get the jest. Books two and three of the series continue the matchmaking shenanigans. ~~~ Ellie and June have been neighbors and best friends forever. Together, they’ve weathered it all—marriages, babies, strange wardrobe choices, terrible haircuts, small-town gossip—only to have their friendship come out stronger on the other side.
But now, they’re up against a hurdle unlike any they’ve faced so far.
Tragically—and inexplicably—James, Ellie’s absolute treasure of a grandson, is single. And so is Sarah, June’s unmatched delight of a granddaughter.
But these Grannies aren’t worried. They have an ace up their sleeve.
The Granny Pact.
Yes, these doting grandmas have vowed to engineer the romantic happiness of their grandchildren—by any means necessary.
Unfortunately, James and Sarah are not that easy to convince. And, unbeknownst to the grannies, their two grandkids share a past that will make their job much, much harder—and might even test the limits of their fifty-year friendship. ~~~
#CleanWIP Half-Price Bride: “What made your ma come back here, to Abilene?” Emily asked. "Grandpa and Grandma Lawson owned this ranch. They’d told Ma to come home if things didn’t turn out for her. Both died three years ago from an outbreak of Smallpox. I certainly do miss them.”
~ Steven F. Freeman ~ In my “day job” I’m a project manager. Needless to say, I use a “plotter” writing style. Nefarious, the first book of my thriller/mystery series, seems an appropriate fit for the readers of CleanWIP Magazine: no gratuitous violence, minimal swearing (only the softer words a few times), and no sex at all. It features a budding romance. I’ve had several reviews mention that Nefarious, being a clean read, was a nice change of pace.
~ Scott R. Rezer ~ Yeah, I got nuttin’… I can’t type. I don’t plot. Half the time it feels like I’m just winging it. The closest thing I have to a skill, is more of a gift—the gift of teaching. And it helps because as an historical fiction author, it gives me the ability to relay in story fashion what some might consider boring history in an interesting manner that brings it to life.
~ Margaret Skea ~ The nearest I have to a skill is knowing my limitations and what I should outsource in terms of the steps needed to publish – cover design, editing and formatting, rather than making a mess of them myself.
The only sounds, aside from his whistling, were the jingle of Danger’s collar, and the very faint shuffling of his own footsteps. He had long ago learned the skill of walking quietly; now it was an ingrained habit. #CleanWIP
#CleanWIP Half-Price Bride: Those were lean years for Clint and his mother. By then, Clint had become a fair marksman. He used his skill to hunt wild game for their supper. Sometimes he snagged a mess of fish from Washoe Lake. It was a difficult time, but God had been with them.
~ Kim K. O’Hara ~ Let’s see… I have a skill as a teacher, mom, and grandmother to make the kids in my stories come off pretty realistic. I have a skill as a yearbook adviser to edit and format my own books. I have a skill as a researcher to make my historical chapter books (as yet, unpublished) fit well with actual historical events (I found a map of actual roads and distances in 1838, for example).
#CleanWIP (theme SKILL) Did Sir Jambray see him as useless? He knew he wasn’t as capable as some of the other pages, but one thing he knew, watching his parents Heal, there were tasks a page could help with, even during a battle, that didn’t require fighting skills.
~ Jessica Marie Holt ~ I started out as a poet, so I’ve always had a skill for lyrical writing that packed the most meaning into the smallest amount of space. Then about thirteen years ago, I became a copywriter. I’ve literally written thousands of product descriptions in very specific formats, with narrow word counts, in compelling language. So I’d say the skill that has helped me as a fiction writer has been balancing lyrical, vivid prose with really concise writing. That lets me layer a lot of meaning into stories, even if they’re shorter. It makes my books feel like a quick read, and gives them a hand-crafted, feel, where every word is very intentionally chosen. On the lighter side, my overall nosiness, wild imagination, and ability to leap headlong to unwarranted conclusions have greatly helped with my ability to write compelling fiction.
~ Laurean Brooks ~ I can’t think of any particular skill besides spelling and grammar that have helped me in the writing/publishing world process– unless it’s the ability to easily make friends. Maybe it’s my goofy sense of humor. I don’t know, but I consider it a blessing to have patient friends who’ve helped or encouraged me when I was at the point of tears and ready to quit. A couple of them helped me put books up on Amazon. Others have volunteered to be beta readers. If I hadn’t had these helpful friends (you know who you are), I would have given up a long time ago. Because honestly, I’m a technical Klutz.
#CleanWIP (theme: skill) ~ After school, I’d usually help out around the shop. Lisa taught me the business side of running an auto repair shop and Dave taught me to get my hands dirty.
#CleanWIP Half-Price Bride: Was Emily considering a job at a saloon! In the West, young women often ended up there because they could find no other means of support. It happened to Clint's mother. But, thank God, that was in the past. The way she got out of it was another story.
~ Scott R. Rezer ~ From my current WIP, The Gambit Queen (Book Three: The Magdalen Cycle) (Historical Fantasy)… She listened, and grew all the more angry as her mother sat beside her, a tight grip on her arm, while Phillip of Dreaux, the handsome, blond-haired and brilliantly blue-eyed Bishop of Beauvais—a thoroughly nasty and viperous man with the tongue of a serpent—had spun lies and half-truths out of the air to malign Humphrey and their marriage, even to bringing forth false witnesses to testify to his lies. And then, her mother, in a desperate attempt to win dramatic support for her suit from the court, had stood up and told her version of the story. A very biased, distorted view of the truth.
#CleanWIP (theme: support) ~ Due to the large outpouring of local support, most of my readership at the time was within a fifty-mile radius. However, thanks to one particular friend telling her friends and relatives, I already had a surprising number of fans in Kansas too.
#CleanWIP Half-Price Bride: “Where would you suggest I start?” The woman’s gaze swept over Emily. She winked. “An attractive girl like you could hire out at a saloon. Or, if you can sing, the dance halls would take you on. But, as a God-fearing woman, I don't recommend either.”
From the recently released The Haberdasher’s Wife by Scott R. Rezer… “Forgive me, child—Josefa,” she said. “Not exactly the quiet life you expected for a convent, no doubt. I feared this might happen, though. Do not tell any of the sisters, but a messenger arrived late last night with news of a battle south of here at Stockach with a French victory.” “But that isn’t that far from here.” “No, it isn’t. These soldiers must be in pursuit of the Austrian army. I pray this is the end of the matter.” She turned her gaze down the long, sunlit cloister and sighed deeply. “You will wait for my return, won’t you? I promised to employ your help with the Scivias texts.”
#CleanWIP (theme: employ) ~ 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.
“Lester, follow my lead and don’t utter a word. You got it?” He nodded. “King Richard please permit, me to introduce a dear friend and loyal …” “Guards, arrest that man, it’s the silent killer.” I’m proud of Lester. He shot out the door without saying a word. #SunWip#CleanWip
#CleanWIP (theme LEAD) Bennet licked his lips, distressed. “I hate to inconvenience you, Sire, but I must ask you to release Hamelin from your service, so he can better prepare to lead Frankland when I’m . . . when the day comes for him to inherit the duchy.”
#CleanWIP Half-Price Bride: Clint placed her hand on his shoulder and slid his arm around her waist. Pulling her close, he swept her over the dusty ground, belting, “Rose, Rose, Rose of Killarney, I love you-u.” Emily followed his lead. Was he aware of the words he was singing?
~ Scott R. Rezer ~ From my current WIP, The Gambit Queen (Book Three: The Magdalen Cycle) (Historical Fantasy)… Humphrey kissed her one last time, lingering with a labored breath, reluctant to leave her, and then fled the tent. She was alone with her thoughts and her guilt. She had betrayed him and their marriage. Deep down inside, she knew she did it because she wanted to keep Humphrey alive, but more, because she wanted to be queen in her sister’s place, a desire she had held onto for many years, ever since Amalric de Lusignan had given her the hope that one day she would, but only for a price—the price of sacrificing her marriage for a crown. She wanted to scream and break something as much as she wanted to collapse in a heap and weep.
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#CleanWIP (theme PERSON) There was not a person seated near them whom Nelwina had any interest in getting to know, nor would any of them have the ability to raise Nelwina’s fortunes. It was up to her and Ronan to raise their own fortunes.
“‘Us?’” Timothy echoed dumbly. More astonishing even than Mr. Graham’s failure to write an article was the pigheaded audacity of the person sitting before him. “And you didn’t stop to consider that I might possibly not want to write about a murder?”#CleanWIP Theme: Person
#CleanWIP Half-Price Bride: “I must say, you aren’t the first person Ma’s confided in about her past. She’s told a few others she trusts. Which means she trusts you, too.” Emily fidgeted with her skirt. “It’s why I’d rather you didn’t question me about my conversation with her.”
The lady at checkout made his day. She looked identical to the woman on the Aunt Jemima Pancake box. She spoke with a British accent, and her zest for life leaped at you. He asked, “Who’s the best person to take me to Casadora Island?” Her face lit up, “Pele’s the one.” #CleanWip
#cleanWIP “We don’t have time for you to play the hero, Nate. I’ll ride with her.” Alwin lifted Katherine onto a #horse. She pushed herself upright, holding fast to the horse’s wiry mane. “Naithan!” She struggled to find him in the darkness. Was he hurt? Were they under attack?
#CleanWIP (theme HORSE) When she looked up, an arrow aimed down at them through a murder hole, and Nelwina urged her horse to move faster. This fortress was much more fortified than the smaller ones they’d visited along the way.
~ Scott R. Rezer ~ From my current WIP, The Gambit Queen… Humphrey found his horse and mounted up with Thomas’ help. They rode back to regroup with the king, bloodied and worn. Isabella’s ring still hung from its chain around his neck. It bounced against his chest as he rode. He’d forgotten it when the cry for the halt had come. Lifting it to his lips, he kissed it, and concealing it once more inside his hauberk.
#CleanWIP Half-Price Bride: Clint slid the brush to the horse’s withers. “What do you say, Penny? Isn’t Emily the prettiest lady you ever saw?” The horse nickered. “Sorry, girl. I meant, besides you. Emily's eyes are as blue as Texas bluebonnets. Just being around her addles me."
#CleanWIP [Charlie] …carried on about how his little sister worked herself half to death preparing for this event. He was so proud of her. Knowing next to nothing about barrel racing and nervous about our first date, I mostly nodded my head in agreement as I watched him talk.
#CleanWIP (theme MEASURE) Nelwina squinted as she peered at the tiny crabbed handwriting on the aged scroll. What on earth was that amount? If she measured wrong, this antidote for common poisons would not work.
From the newly-released, The Haberdasher’s Wife by Scott R. Rezer ~~~ “I told you my faith is my guiding light, Josefa. It is who I am. But it isn’t something by which I measure the worth of those around me. With all the things I have done in my own life, I am the last person to judge the sins of another, including you.” ~~~
#CleanWIP Half-Price Bride (https://t.co/20mIw1N9OY) The woman’s friendly gaze raked Emily. “As a matter of fact, Clint, I’m down to one measure of flour. Not enough to fry a batch of chicken. I hate to trouble you.” “No trouble, Mrs. Reilly. We’ll pick up a bag and drop it by.”
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#CleanWIP Half-Price Bride (on Amazon). Weary from long days of working, Clint fought sleep. New fences had been installed, and the hay was finally in the barn. He cleaned his plate then passed it to Emily. “Your fried chicken was delicious.” “I thought so. You ate three pieces.”
#CleanWIP Half-Price Bride: Alissia wore a sly grin. “I yelled a warning. Too late. The goat was already charging for its target. And Clint’s backside was the bullseye. The next thing I knew, he was sailing through the air spread-eagle. He landed face down across the woodpile.”
#CleanWIP (theme EYE) “Truly we are fearfully and wonderfully made.” Mathairia’s great eye twinkled. “We are indeed.” Mercy leaned in and hugged the great dragon. “And you are fearfully and wonderfully generous.”
The dog pricked his ears up and opened his eyes, but didn’t otherwise move. “Come on, Danger,” Arthur said cheerfully. The dog wagged its tail, but squirmed defiantly. “Come on, Danger,” Arthur repeated. This time his voice was soft and low, but hard as steel. #CleanWIP
The eye-in-the-sky traffic reporter at our sister station in Atlanta was live at the time and recorded the entire accident. The feed was being broadcast with only a five-second delay. When news is happening, hard decisions must be made quickly. Unfortunately… #WIP / #CleanWIP
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From the newly-released, The Haberdasher’s Wife by Scott R. Rezer. ~~~ He led her to the counter, where she waited; she glanced over the assorted baked goods in the display case while he assembled her order. A few moments later, he returned. The divine scent of the warm cinnamon and sugar wafted up from the package as he fastened it with a length of twine. He leaned over the wooden counter, pretending to brush off some imaginary crumbs with a cloth. “I included a few krapfen for you and your mother. A treat for New Year’s.” Josefa giggled like a schoolgirl. “You will make us both very fat with your generosity, Herr Trinkaus, if you insist on adding treats to my order every time I come in here.” “Indulge me, fräulein, and consider it a favor to an old man,” he said, winking. “I have little to delight in beyond seeing the joy it brings you.” ~~~
#CleanWIP Half-Price Bride: Emily adjusted her bonnet as she perused the shelves stacked with canned goods, the sacks of flour and sugar, a barrel of pickles, and inhaling the scents of fabric, peppermint candy, leather, and pipe tobacco. "Texas is much warmer than Tennessee."
#CleanWIP The domestic bliss between Jason and Catriona was too much for Nelwina to bear. She hadn’t remembered his sugary endearments nor her doe-eyed admiration. She’d expect such behavior from newlyweds, but not a busy lord and lady with a young, active child.
She pretended to think about it. “That would be very nice, but of course, you cannot work for free.” This was a game they’d begun to play that summer. She let Hailey get a good look at how full her trunk was. “Ah! Perhaps you would like some gingerbread?”#cleanwip
They would throw the disk to their teammates and keep it from the other team while trying not to fall on the ice. The more passes they made, the better. It was just a friendly game, but soon they were in fierce competition. That was when things went awry. #CleanWIP (game)
#CleanWIP (theme GAME) He had little trouble putting the bridle over Mahoun’s head. And then, the devil horse snapped at him. Dougal barely pulled away his fingers in time. “So that’s your game, is it?” He huffed with impatience. “I don’t have time for this!”
From the newly-released, The Haberdasher’s Wife by Scott R. Rezer. ~~~ Josef leaned down and nuzzled her ear. “Are you up to the challenge, Baroness?” he teased. “I wouldn’t want you to freeze your noble self for something as common as a child’s game.” ~~~
#CleanWIP Half-Price Bride: Doc pointed a finger. “I’ll be back. And I’d better not catch you bustling about that kitchen.” Ma glared. “Two can play that game. When your buggy pulls up, I’ll hop into bed and moan like a dyin’ calf. "Cause I'd hate for you to make a wasted trip."
From the newly-released, The Haberdasher’s Wife by Scott R. Rezer. ~~~ He rubbed his meaty hands together and winked at her. “And to you as well, fräulein. Might I interest you in some chocolates, today?” It was a familiar game. One she often lost. “Not today,” she said, laughing, though she loved the rich chocolates that had made Herr Trinkaus the talk of the city. “Perhaps just a strudel for my mother and me.” ~~~
“Part of the fun of being an adult is having the option to eat dessert first.” She took a bite of her cheesecake, closed her eyes, and smiled. #CleanWIP
— Jessica Marie Holt — Author (@Jessica06311722) July 7, 2020
“Here,” he said, waving one under her nose in true theatrical style, “Is a ruby-red fruit from a foreign land. This fruit is miraculous, growing from inside barrels full of straw, and known to some as the apple—to others, dessert.”#CleanWIP Theme: Dessert
#CleanWIP “Call it what you like,” the foreman said. “But them that goes to the dance gets to drink punch out of a purty cup, and eat little sandwiches, and all the other goodies they like. “Them that don’t gets a pitchfork and 100 pounds of horse manure every day for a month!” pic.twitter.com/XcSrqaEdJ8
He bent to #kiss her as Felix pronounced them (married.) The touch of his lips on hers sent her heart racing. No longer could she see the people cheering around them… She could only see him, standing there with tears of wonder glistening in his eyes. Her husband. #CleanWIP
Glassy-eyed, he watched her pretty mouth as she talked, and then, finally–he couldn’t help himself—he cupped her head in his hand, drew her toward him, and kissed her firmly—his first-favorite thing to do. #CleanWIP
— Jessica Marie Holt — Author (@Jessica06311722) July 6, 2020
“What is your heart telling you?” She closed her eyes and shook her head a little. “I don’t know.” “You need to listen more closely.” He leaned in and kissed her. Her soft, sweet lips yielded to his, and her whole body seemed to sigh. “How about now?” he said. #CleanWIP
— Jessica Marie Holt — Author (@Jessica06311722) July 6, 2020
Someone cleared their throat. Torian gently pushed Inessa back. She still clung to his shirt.
“Hey now, I told you to find her not #kiss her.” Dima glared at him as he spoke.
A pang hit him in the gut. Why did he feel like he just got caught breaking the rules?#CleanWIP
#CleanWIP Half-Price Bride: It surprised her that having Clint’s friendship ranked high on her list. Friendship? After their kiss? Who was she kidding? Herself, if she didn’t admit her feelings for this cowboy surpassed friendship. The question was how did Clint feel about her?
#CleanWIP (theme RESTORE) “Put away your weapons! This be a peaceful gathering, not a bloody tavern!” Owain puffed himself up like a rooster, his face red from bellowing. The effect was almost immediate. The two quarreling sheathed their dirks, and order was restored.
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The #CleanWIP theme for Thursday, July 2 is FREEDOM and it is incidentally our founder’s 9th anniversary of FREEDOM from nicotine addiction. Let’s just make some relevant noise with this article from both WIP and published books because… FREEDOM. ~ https://t.co/Oj6maiYSYB ~ pic.twitter.com/Vu1zqinQJ8
~ Scott R. Rezer ~ From The Haberdasher’s Wife… She stared up into his bright blue eyes. Nothing had changed. She saw the same, self-interested man she thought she had once loved. “As what, Friedrich?—Your mistress? Or as your wife?” “As a woman with enough wealth and freedom to enjoy the world on her terms. The Johanna I knew would claim such a thing without question.” “So, as your mistress, then.
A bit unusual, but the wind had a strong scent of freedom. At first, the people looked at each other, they knew it, but it’d been so long, they’d forgotten. They came together as one and charged. The dam broke as the tide turned to a victorious red white and blue. #CleanWip
Kevin went into his own apartment — a stuccoed box sparsely furnished with a futon, an old throw rug, an ancient and mostly empty fridge, and a rickety TV stand supporting an old TV. It wasn’t much, but it was freedom. #CleanWIP
— Jessica Marie Holt — Author (@Jessica06311722) July 2, 2020
#CleanWIP (theme FREEDOM) After three years as mistress of this holding, she had yet to tire of the new scenery, so different from the thick forests of Southmoor. There she had felt trapped; here was freedom in every way, including the wide-open vista before her.
Back at his apartment, he looked at the sagging futon, and the ancient refrigerator, and the single living room window casting dull rays of light on the worn-out floor. Suddenly, none of it looked like freedom anymore. #CleanWIP
— Jessica Marie Holt — Author (@Jessica06311722) July 2, 2020
#CleanWIP Half-Price Bride: Emily relived how Roy had climbed high up in the tree and tied a rope to a sturdy branch. She'd gripped the rope, run out, and arced around it, at times skinning her knees on the tree trunk. She didn’t mind. Ahh…the freedom of soaring like a bird .
~ Scott R. Rezer ~ My aspiration is to write about things I care about or that interest me, not to attract readers. I hope that attraction comes about because people like what I write. I’m not interested in getting rich, though a few sales once in a while are nice! I know that sounds strange in an industry centered around getting published as the end result of all your hard work. After so many years trying to do just that, I finally came to realize that writing is the part I enjoy–not the publishing. Publishing is just a means of sharing what I love.
The #CleanWIP theme for Wednesday, July 1 is ASPIRE. In addition to using the hashtag for relevant lines from a WIP, we’d love to also hear of your aspirations as an author (either current or early aspirations). Also… stop by if you get a chance. ~ https://t.co/GvGiJiGJK2 ~ pic.twitter.com/zZJ0VZ8K4N
~ Jessica Marie Holt ~ I aspire to touch readers’ hearts, take them on a fun journey, and, through well-crafted characters, remind them of people they know, and draw them into a story that is new, but feels cozy and familiar.
#CleanWIP (theme: ASPIRE) “Perhaps Val is more suited to being something other than a knight?” Dolan frowned. “I can’t believe that. He’s a prince! Knighthood is a noble aspiration for a royal.” “Even for one who doesn’t aspire to be one?”
#CleanWIP Half-Price Bride: Emily nodded. “Landon is a perfect gentleman from what I’ve seen. He’s as smart as a whip and plans to go to medical school. I believe he has the drive to reach his aspirations.” Clint’s eyes challenged her. “Seriously, Alissia could do a lot worse.”
#CleanWIP Half-Price Bride: The full moon guided them. Clint urged Bowie across a shallow creek leading to a meadow surrounded by hills. Emily refrained from asking questions. “Close your eyes,” Clint said. “I want to surprise you. I guarantee this will take your breath away.”
CleanWIP Magazine is sneaking a peek inside a recently released historical romance by Scott R. Rezer, The Haberdasher’s Wife… “Josefa, please, go and get some air. Take a walk to clear your mind,” Michelina said. Josefa glanced toward her sleeping mother. Her chest rose with a shallow breath. “I… I don’t want to leave Mother alone. Not now; not with her so close to the end.”
He eyed the #shallow hole. Freshly dug. With all the grass, nearly missed it. It was an odd size. And just large enough for someone to break an ankle on. Scanning the ground in front of him. He spotted an identical hole. He wondered what or who put them in the trail. #CleanWIP
Wiping his eyes on his sleeve, he tried to feel different. He tried to detect anything other than the frightening echoing emptiness inside. What had it been like, four years ago, to know that he wasn’t alone? To feel it, deep down, and know he had purpose? #CleanWIP Deep
#CleanWIP Half-Price Bride: Emily took a deep breath and strained to hear the conversation between the dentist and Mrs. Payne. “I guess you heard about my sham of a wedding,” Clemons croaked. If this was his normal voice, Mrs. Payne was right. He did sound like a sick bullfrog.
#cleanwip SWEETHEARTS NEW – A mix of fear and anger roiled up in her, but she took a deep breath which calmed her enough to be rational again. The crew made a mistake, that’s all. One or the other of us is in the wrong place. #sweetromance#readingcommunity#comingsoon
He came to the curved edge of the dome. He peered into the sea, watching the fish in the deeper part of the reef that bordered his home. Some, like him, were poking around to find food. Others were doing something he could not. They were playing. #CleanWIP (deep) #fantasy
The parrot smelled the coffee and quickly landed at Gimpys’ feet for its morning treat. Gimpy decided to go for a run. Inspired by Nicky, he could still see her elegant stride as she ran on the beach. He stretched to loosen up. The old bird squawked like it was funny. #CleanWip
#CleanWIP (theme INSPIRE) He couldn’t afford to lose control now. What would his father want to know first? “Is the Keep secured?” “Aye, Sire.” Kieran smiled grimly. “The people found their courage. Your father inspired them, even in his final moments.”
#CleanWIP Half-Price Bride: “Encourage Landon to pursue his dream of becoming a doctor,” Emily said. The separation would be a good test to see if their love is real, or mere infatuation.” “Love?” Clint growled. “What do those kids know about the responsibilities that go with it?
Katherine took a deep breath, proud her voice only quivered once. “Yes. If it prevents a war, I’ll do it.” “Your courage is inspiring,” King Phillip said. “May we all take a part of it with us. Maledonia will be here by morning.”#CleanWIP Theme: Inspire
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#CleanWIP Her younger son Arthur, who was five and a well-mannered boy, pushed past her and stared up at Tristam, still riding on Bennet’s shoulders. He bowed and then forgot everyone except Tristam. “Hello, Tris! Will you play knights with me?”
Today’s #CleanWIP theme and collaborative article is Introduce. [More info]
The #CleanWIP theme for Wednesday, June 24, 2020 is INTRODUCE. In addition to relevant lines from a *clean* WIP, we’re encouraging authors who market their works in this way to use #CleanWIP to introduce themselves or a favorite character to our readers. (Links encouraged.) pic.twitter.com/PBykbhdpbh
@cleanwip Informal introductions: “Later, Doc.” She grimaced back at his scowl. “What? It’s not like I know your name.” He grudgingly said, “Grant.” “Harmony.” “Yes, I heard.” “So you did.” Pivoting, Harmony opened her car door. “Welcome to Cadmia, Grant.” #WIP
#CleanWIP Half-Price Bride: She didn’t trust him. Clint couldn’t fault her. She was a pretty, young woman and he was a stranger. She must have thought him trustworthy or she wouldn’t have accepted a ride. But, she had also ignored his suggestion that they introduce themselves.
#CleanWIP “Papa, what is that?” The boy pointed to the silver tube. Kieran grimaced, having planned to introduce the concept to Bennet more gently. “Sommat tae help Bennet, me lad. I may have need o’ your Healing gift.”
Can’t forget to #introduce Liam in my #cleanwip posts! “What are you doing here?” That voice grated in her nerves the moment she heard it…her brain reeled so much from finding a shirtless intruder in her suite she found it difficult to figure out why. https://t.co/U6R86QcEAl
“You must act with Shizen—without pretense. The audience must forget you are acting. They must feel the dirt itching at the farmer’s neck and rough woven cloth sticking to his sweating back. You cannot do this if…”
#CleanWIP (theme THORN) Dougal at last reached the opening, screened from casual view by thick thorny brush. He sidled past the offensive plants until he could peer around a cluster of boulders. No pursuit, at least not yet.
#CleanWIP Half-Price Bride: Alissia had false notions about her and Clint. Why did he despise mail-order brides? Curiosity got the best of Emily. “I get the feeling mail-order brides are a thorn in your brother’s flesh. Can you tell me why? Alissia’s eyes dulled. “Ma was one.”
Marissa schooled her features into a look that said she meant business. “Cruises to Alaska are seasonal. The best they could do was transfer our reservations into someone else’s name.” “I don’t understand that. Didn’t you get travel insurance?”#cleanwip#amwriting#sweetromance
#CleanWIP#amWriting ~ After school, I’d usually help out around the shop. Lisa taught me the business side of running an auto repair shop and Dave taught me to get my hands dirty. Once I proved myself, I formally asked for a job.
A loud crackling sound echoed through the kitchen. Inessa Jo paused and listened to the sound for a moment. Her heart rate quickened. Tension seized her spine. As quick as it had started. It stopped. Taking the power with it. The house went dark. #CleanWIP
Gimpy stared at the white sand and the crystal blue waters in the Gulf. He had to hit the water. The sting of saltwater in his eyes gave him pause, and then a wave knocked him down; that got his attention. The ocean made him come alive, and yet, made him feel small. #CleanWip
#CleanWIP Half-Price Bride: Adella gave Emily a sly grin at the slip of his given name. “I suppose Alissia has started back to school. That leaves you and Clint alone, to care for Vera.” Adella’s pause on “alone” was not lost on Emily. The woman’s insinuations infuriated her.
~ a fun excerpt from author Jessica Marie Holt ~ “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.
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What on earth would have possessed Marissa to think that Cassie should have a fling with Liam Harris? The man repulsed her on every level. Well, not every level. If he didn’t open his mouth, she could enjoy just looking at him.
I just finished reading Joy’s Sorrow by @KatyHuthJones. Beautiful tale showing the real joys and trials of life on the intimate level of family and the broad scale of a nation. Not a happily ever after, but a truly joyful story.https://t.co/vzSnfnBQRo
Oily gunk clung to his jeans and stained his hands. The scent of motor oil took over the space to the point that he could taste it. Piece by piece he helped Nik fix the engine. In silence they worked. Checking over each metal part as they replaced them.#CleanWIP (Theme: Reset)
#CleanWIP Half-Price Bride: Emily laid her mother’s three slightly worn dresses in the trunk. She’d altered them to fit and brought them up to fashion. She was grateful for the treadle sewing machine. If money hadn’t been scarce, she’d have made clothes for both Roy and Louise.
Wrinkling her nose, June took out the final lasagna–a sad, flaccid vegetable concoction Ellie had made that really wasn’t worthy to be carried by June’s pretty floral oven mitts. She sighed and set it on the stove, as well. #CleanWIP
#CleanWIP (theme SET) The flowery language of the hard-to-read script was giving Dolan a headache. He leaned back in his chair and rubbed his temples. “Do ye need to set it aside, Sire? I’d hate for this important document to cause one or both o’ us to expire from boredom.”
#CleanWIP (theme FILL) “You will never be old.” She leaned against his shoulder, and he put his arm around her. “Your heart will ever be young.” “‘Tis because you and our bairns fill my heart to bursting.” He kissed her head.
“So, how much did Julio pay you to go out with him?” Olivia froze, her heart pounding. “Oye, Tio, que te pasa?” said Julio with a pained expression. Raul’s big, booming laugh filled up the room. “I’m sorry, Olivia. I just like to mess with my nephew. He deserves it.” #CleanWIP
Singing mixed with the smell of something savory cooking filled the room. Torian stood from the table, did a quick stretch. The empty hollow in his stomach reminded him that he had not eaten since breakfast. He checked his watch. Ten minutes until six. #CleanWIP
#CleanWIP Half-Price Bride: “Will you fill this order, Mrs. Payne? I’m on a crutch, and I want to have it read when Mr. McCall returns. And add a sack of flour to Mr. McCall’s account. Mrs. Reilly asked us to pick one up.” “That’s the only way she’ll get it,” Mrs. Payne groused.
A carved lion mask snarled. His nose wrinkled and his teeth overlapping the edges of his hungry grin. Red covered his skin while carved golden swirls curved along his jaw and over his eyes. Each line vibrated with frozen movement. #cleanWIP (move) #vss365
#CleanWIP (theme MOVE) “We could build a place o’ our own near the Keep, or live in the Highlands, or move wherever we had a wish to.” Kieran shifted Fiona and lifted her over his head, to her delight. “Och, lass, ye are getting too big for me tae swing ye about.”
There she was. Tucked into her usual spot. The #carrel covered with books. Intently she poured over the pages. Absent mindedly taking notes. Standing to #move toward her. To introduce himself. Their eyes locked. She smiled. He nodded. Gathered his stuff.And left #vss365#CleanWIP
#CleanWIP Half-Price Bride: Wolf whistles from unkempt men outside the saloon, pierced the air as their wagon passed. Some spat tobacco and leered at Emily. The cowboy slapped the reins to get the horses moving faster. “Don’t pay them any mind. They get rowdy this time of day.”
#CleanWIP theme: MOVE: I began shaking uncontrollably as the awareness of my surroundings returned. Moments later we were joined by several station officials. One offered his hand to me as he said, “Ms. Foster, I’m Scott Atkinson, the station manager. Please come with me.”
Today’s #CleanWIP theme and collaborative article is Lift. [More info]
Lift off! — STS064-S-051 (9 Sept. 1994) — With a crew of six NASA astronauts aboard, the space shuttle Discovery heads for its nineteenth Earth-orbital mission. Launch was delayed because of weather, but all systems were “go,” and the spacecraft left the launch pad at 6:23 p.m. (EDT) on Sept. 9, 1994. Onboard were astronauts Richard N. Richards, L. Blaine Hammond, Carl J. Meade, Mark C. Lee, Susan J. Helms and Jerry M. Linenger. Photo courtesy of NASA
As Gimpy walked in, he moved slowly. Close to camp, he spotted a bird. A parrot, like in the flashy brochure inviting you to the islands, but this old bird didn’t have the perfect colors. It’d never make the cut, but it didn’t matter, it gave his spirit a lift. #SunWip#CleanWip
#CleanWIP Half-Price Bride: Using the crutch, Emily kept up. When they reached the wagon, Clint set the basket in the back and lifted her to the wagon seat. His fingers almost met around her tiny waist. Did she eat enough? Last night, she’d devoured supper like a starving dog.
Ichia #lifted her face and looked into mine. A flicker sparked in her soft sad eyes. “I'll know when you are free of the curse. You'll feel different. When that happens, then I will trust you."#cleanWIP#vss365
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#CleanWIP Patrick pulled out his pocket watch for the third time. The stage was always late. If his bride was half what he’d asked for, she’d be an answer to prayer. He needed a calm, serious woman to keep an orderly house, cook delicious meals, and care for three-year old Abby.
One of his favorite things to do was go out to clubs. Not to pick up women, as everyone assumed. And not to jump up and down like an idiot to weird techno music, like a lot of his friends. To dance. To find that magic again. He had always been unsuccessful–until now. #CleanWIP
Inessa Jo took a deep breath, perhaps it was a sign that the guest apartment was rented out the same day that she quit her job. Perhaps it was Gods way of looking out for her, telling her that she had made the right move with walking away from a well payed position. #CleanWIP
Wind whispered over the new snow, only marred by the star prints of bird tracks ahead and the double lines of my sandal prints behind. It was only a day’s #walk to the silk-maker. I knew the way. That was not the path I followed.#cleanWIP#vss365
Alice's fingers curled around the knife hidden in her pocket as she #walked behind Selena. A group of royal guards passed through the corridor. What was she thinking? She was just one young woman fighting for freedom in the most powerful empire in the world.
#CleanWIP ~ I listened but heard nothing. Spirits completely deflated now, I continued to speak aloud, albeit softly, to no one. “I hate when you walk out and slam the door while I’m talking to you. Maybe someday you’ll realize I’m only trying to help. Maybe someday you’ll…
#CleanWIP Half-Price Bride: She wouldn’t have answered the ad if there was any other way out of her dilemma. Louise made it clear Emily was to get out after graduation. Since, the nagging had increased. “It’s high time we did somethin’” Louise’s voice blasted through the screen.
Timothy had not thought about William all day, and the realization left him feeling oddly empty. William relied on him, as all characters did, to give him life—but Timothy had been too busy chasing thalers to spare a thought for imaginary orphan children. #CleanWIP Imagine
#CleanWIP Half-Price Bride: Mrs. Payne wagged a finger. “Why Ollie placed an ad, I can't understand. With the money his family has, he could have his pick of any young lady in Abilene. I can’t imagine why any girl wouldn’t want to marry a dentist.” Emily coughed to cover a laugh.
“They’ll love you. You’re exactly what they imagine for me.” “But I’m not what you imagine for yourself.” Julio’s face felt hot. He squirmed in his seat. “Well, not exactly.” She nodded and took another sip of her Sprite. “Don’t worry, you’re not my type either.” #CleanWIP
— Jessica Marie Holt — Author (@Jessica06311722) June 8, 2020
#CleanWIP Half-Price Bride: Pot lids banged. Louise was displaying her temper. “I never said that! But there’s got to be a way to get your sister out of here. If she just had a job to pay for her upkeep… Em’ly’s been graduated three months, and what’s she got to show for it?”
Out to sea, Gimpy picked up a dolphin escort, seven of them, and they were wide open and graceful. As he approached the island, he slowed to an idle, and #just took in the beauty of the place. Easing the boat into the cove, he tied up at the dock. He felt at home. #CleanWip
Ichia knelt by the fire, humming, as she embroidered a little silk kimono, #just the right size for a baby. A white crane stood under a pine, near a pool. She had half finished a green turtle. Both symbols of long life. Life that neither of my brothers had had.#cleanWIP#vss365
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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.