Friday, December 31, 2010
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I am so excited to show off my new cover for Alpha Wolf: The Westervelt Wolves Book 5. Isn't he yummy? This is Michael's story.
Monday, December 13, 2010
I tried to take a shot of the Nutcracker Sign. I didn't get the whole thing...not much of a photographer, I'm afraid.
Sunday, December 12, 2010
So for this weeks Six Sentence Sunday I'm giving you the last taste of the sequel to Initiation, my Young Adult series. This is from the last chapter in the book and as I've stopped new writing on it. Next week I'll be on to something new.
Here it is, from the last chapter.
I bent down until I was at his eye level. “Dad? If you do this for me, I won’t ever ask you to participate again. Do you understand? This will be the last time, the last thing you ever have to do for me.”
He raised his eyes to mine. I knew he loved me—as much as a broken man who’d never been put back together correctly could—and I wasn’t surprised when he nodded his head.
Saturday, December 11, 2010
If you're just happening upon my blog today, then welcome. I am part of a Holiday Blog Rush. The picture above is of my husband and I by the tree at Rockefeller Plaza in NYC. I live very close to NYC and my husband and I are trying to create memories for the kids that involve visiting the city because to me that is what the holidays are about--tradition and family.
Friday, December 10, 2010
Thursday, December 9, 2010
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
I think that sometimes it is nice to be a tourist in your own area. We don't do it enough because we get really busy. But last Saturday night we were able to go have dinner with dear friends, Roy and Meaghan, and then walk around New York City for a while seeing all the Holiday stuff that the tourists come to NYC to see but the locals, because of the traffic and crowds, often stay away from. I tried to take pictures of the whole thing. It was really, really cold and I took most of the pictures as we walked around so they're not all wonderful. Also, I'd like to thank Roy and Meaghan for being such good sports with my camera antics! (captions are below the pictures and Blogger gave me a hard time so the order is all over the place.) And just in case you've never been to NYC, these places are not all next door to one another. They're not huge distances but we walked quite a bit in the cold night air. It was really fun.
I thought this was awesome. They built a Kate Spade bubble store outside of Bryant Park. I do love Kate Spade...It was very hot inside.
The tree and the fountain at Bryant Park. There is also an ice skating rink I didn't get a good shot of because of the crowd.
People were driving around giving away Chanukah candles and celebrating the holiday. Above is the Mitzvah Mobile.
Inside of Macy's, which was so dressed up for the holiday. It was 10 PM at night and the store was packed and beautiful.
Monday, December 6, 2010
So, I’m pleased to say that my book was not the only Hanukah Romance released yesterday. My good friend, Sandra Sookoo, had one released as well. Hers is called The Eighth Night
Take a look!
Blurb: Who says Christmas is the only holiday in town?
After removing himself from family gatherings and his mother’s domineering influence for years, Eli Goodman finds himself once again drawn into the chaos that is his home life. One afternoon, on a spur of the moment decision, he decides to bring the pretty cashier from the local MegaMart to his mother’s house for their annual eight day Hanukkah celebration. At the very least, it will shock and temporarily quiet his mother's pestering. But Brooke is more than she seems and he will soon find himself thinking of the hard-working orphan in ways he never imagined.
Brooke has recently decided she’d like to shove Christmas and its materialism into her cash drawer. Yearning for something more from life, she takes a chance and accepts an invitation to dinner from a customer in her register line. What she finds with his interfering and warm family could very well be the missing element she’s searched for, not to mention Eli is the sexiest guy she’s seen in a long time. If the light of the Hanukkah candles bring them together, she could be the first person in modern history to see what Judah Macabee wears under his tunic.
Excerpt of Chapter One
And So It Begins
The insistent ringing of his cellphone shattered the peaceful stillness of the pre-dawn hour. With a groan, Eli Goodman rolled over, ignoring the noise.
The cacophony continued, possibly with more vigor, which could only mean one thing.
His mother was on the other end of the line and if he didn't answer, the whole of the Indianapolis area would hear her scream of frustration.
Scrabbling for the phone, he moved his hand over the bedside table until his fingers closed over the device then he pressed the green button. "Ma? What's wrong?"
Diane Goodman clicked her tongue and the sound went straight through him, just as it had during his formative years. "Why do you always assume catastrophe is imminent when I call?"
"Because it's five AM on Saturday and I have blessed little to do, so why else would you call?" He sank into the warm nest of his pillows and blankets, keeping his eyes closed in case the call would be short and he could regain sleep.
"Ah, my life is now complete. My only son has decided to mock me at the start of the Festival of Lights. What have I done to deserve this? My only goal on this Earth was to make my children happy, and this is how you repay me."
Oy. My mother the martyr. Being the youngest of five, and the only male to boot, it came as no surprise to listen to the speech his parent had undoubtedly trademarked with the government or at the very least, every synagogue in the tri-state area.
"Sorry, Ma. What do you need that will make your life the pinnacle of success?"
"You, at the community center this morning at nine for rehearsal. I know you've forgotten."
"What?" His eyes flew open as cold dread shot down his spine. He sat, rubbing a hand through his thick curls, one of the many attributes his female relatives said made him worthy of a Hollywood movie. "What are you talking about?"
She blew a breath and he could well imagine the eye roll that probably accompanied it. "I volunteered you to stand in as the Maccabee in the play, of course. I thought it would be a good way for you to reconnect with the family and your community. You don't come to temple anymore." Guilt was heavy in her voice. "You rarely come home for a meal either. If I didn't give birth to you myself, I would swear you weren't my son."
Pregnant silence followed, most likely in the hopes that he would think about what he was inflicting on his poor, harried mother.
Eli switched on the lamp and blinked at the sudden brightness. "Ma, I'm not doing the play. I'm not a ten year old you can push around anymore. Besides, your friends ogle me when I wear that outfit." He shuddered to think of the short tunic that bared his legs and sandals that did nothing to cover the skin.
"So, now you're ashamed of your body or is it my friends?" More tongue clicking. "I labored for twenty-two hours with you, young man. Doesn't that deserve respect?"
As if he were suddenly transported back to pre-puberty days, his stomach hurt from his mother's words. She could guilt a cat into opening its own can of food.
"No, Ma. It's just I'm not sure how I feel about our faith. The whole thing is so ... overbearing." Thinking about the intensive family gathering gave him cold chills and sweats, much like the flu. And the endless questions from countless aunts regarding his single status.
Oh, the humanity.
"You listen to me, Elijah Goodman. I refuse to be embarrassed by not having you, my only son, at the celebration this year. You'll do this and you'll like it. I am telling the family you'll be in the play on the Sixth Night. Do not disappoint me."
He stared sullenly at his bureau, knowing that no matter what he did, he would always disappoint her. "But--"
"But nothing. Stop by the house tonight and you can tell me how everything went. Bring ice and potatoes. Dinner's at six sharp. Don't be late."
The dead air on the other end of the line brooked no arguments and felt as cold as Diane's unblinking stare.
Eli threw the phone down and slumped against the pillows as a headache loomed.
His mother, the bully, pushed every member of the family around until they did what she wanted out of sheer exhaustion. His life was no exception. Heaven only knew how many women he'd gone out with during recent years thanks to her meddling and constant haranguing about his lack of marital success.
And now this. The annual re-telling of the Maccabee story with its prerequisite fight scene. Usually, one of his uncles filled the role, but this year his mother had most likely finagled and reordered the cast so that he, Eli, got the supposed honor of the lead. How long had it been since he'd stepped foot into the community center let alone the synagogue? Too long to own up to. Probably since this time last year.
The family legacy and attachments turned him from the religion as much as the stuffiness and saga of it all, but in the Goodman family, personal preferences didn't matter when Hanukkah came around. You either put up or shut up and listened to countless versions of the same stories the family had told since he was a little boy--only now the participants in the tales were braver, larger and more dangerous.
Eli rubbed a hand along his jaw. The next eight days would last an eternity.
Releasing December 6th from Liquid Silver Books (http://www.liquidsilverbooks.com)
To see the rest of Sandi’s holiday releases this year as well as everything else, go to her website (http://www.sandrasookoo.com)
I am so pleased to announce that my Vampire Hanukah story has been released today by Silver Publishing. It can be purchased here.
Ruth has been a vampire for sixty-five years after being assaulted by a vampire during World War II while her family hid from the Nazis. One night, she is drawn to a house where they are celebrating Hanukkah and the candles are burning in the window. There, she meets a man, Benjamin Fox, who is immune to her vampire charms. Ben is thirty-five years old and dying of a heart problem he's had since he was a child.
Together, they will form a friendship that could be so much more if either could allow it. But when Ben is about to succumb to his illness, Ruth must decide whether to give in to his wishes and make him a vampire too. She is, he's decided, his ultimate Hanukkah gift.
Sunday, December 5, 2010
Hello and welcome to this installment of Six Sentence Sunday. Below you'll find some more lines from my current Work in Progress, which is a Young Adult book that is part of a series I am writing.
I woke up as the bed jostled next to me. My eyes flew open and I gasped.
“Deacon, what are you doing?”
He rolled over onto his side. “My tent is cold.”
I shoved at his shoulder. “You can’t come and get in bed with me because you’re cold.”
I’d only been asleep for maybe two hours. My head hurt and I was in no mood to deal with this.
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Six Sentence Sunday...
Here is this week's installment of Six Sentence Sunday. It is from Driven, the second book I am writing in my YA series.
But the Vampire who approached me made me lose my breath. I blinked a few times to make sure I saw it correctly. I’d have to be blind not to, since it carried one of the small lights the Warriors always had on. It illuminated the night around us like a beacon of death.
How long since I’d last seen its clothes? Simple, yet always clean. Brown pants, grey sweatshirt, brown shoes. How long since I’d last heard it utter my name in the way only he had been able to?
Saturday, November 27, 2010
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“You should be sleeping.”
“I can’t.” I rubbed the back of my neck at the throbbing pain that had started there. “I’m too wound up. Besides, I’m not convinced we’re safe even having a fire. We’re going to bring every monster in the area to us.”
Saturday, November 20, 2010
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Sunday, November 14, 2010
At first, I wasn’t sure what I heard. It started as a small vibrating noise, like an alarm going off somewhere in the distance made the room shake a bit. The Wolves lifted their heads and sniffed the air. I wasn’t sure what that was about but I knew it couldn’t be good.
I grabbed Chad’s arm. “Something is happening.”
“Oh damn.” Rosa yelled at the top of her voice. “Icahn’s going to bring down the building on top of all of us just like he did at Liberty.”I swallowed. To say I was terrified would be an understatement. Was there anything more terrifying than being buried alive?
Saturday, November 13, 2010
Friday, November 12, 2010
The phone rings and it is the mother of a child DS#1 is to have a playdate with. She’s slightly changing our plans. Instead of her adorable child coming to my house, my adorable child is going to hers. Not a problem. But then I think, oh sheesh, I’m going to have to pick him up right at the time that I have to be leaving in the car to go get DS#2. That means DS#1 is going to have to leave his playdate earlier than he would like. Oh well. C’est la vie, I suppose. A shorter playdate is better than no playdate at all. He will have a five year cow over the changes, like me he doesn’t like things to alter from the way he thinks they are going to be.
Okay. I’ve handled my darling boy cranky before and I will handle it again. It’s just, I suppose, part of the job.
I turn my attention back to the computer. I need to finish writing Chapter 12. Its not an easy chapter. The hardest I have ever written and its possible that the CP is going to hate it. Frankly, the idea of rewriting it has my fingers frozen on the keyboard. But inaction is not in my makeup and I begin to type.
The phone rings. More plans are changing, a conversation that is hard to have about a dear friend’s current horrible divorce situation. My eyes tear up. Another thing about me? I like to fix other people’s problems. I like to make things better. If a person needs a job, I like to fix them one. If a person needs a hug, I like to give them one. If a person needs an ear, I give them one. Its frustrating to me to not be able to fix what ails a friend. The call waiting beeps. Sheesh. Lots of phone calls today. I close my computer.
Yesterday was hard, small hurts that affect my children affect me deeply. I don’t think the kids know this about me. They’re young still. It wasn’t until I was an adolescent that I realized that my mother suffered when I did and years later still before I would realize just how much my father did. They are both fixers. I get my inability to not help from both of them.
I rehash the pain from the day before with my girlfriend who is wiser than I am and reminds me that we have a limited time in life to make things right for our little ones. Still, in this case, I am stuck between a rock and a hard place. I simply don’t know if confrontating a truly despicable person will yield the result that I want or if it will make things worse.
I get off the phone. It rings again. Fast conversation again. I hang up. Maybe I need to learn to ignore it. Now, I can’t concentrate on my book. It’s a hard world to visit, much harder than the first time with the first book, because things are so much harder on my sixteen year old heroine in this book than they were before. I’m worked up over my friend’s pain and my son’s small hurt and I don’t know if I can take on my heroines at the moment.
I guess I could blog. But I don’t have a blog topic. Again. I go to my sister-in-law’s blog. Life on the Fringe. She is always so personal in her blogging, so touching, so real. I don’t know that I do that. I read her blog and cry. She almost always brings me to tears and I share the post on Facebook.
Its almost time to get my oldest from school. He has a half-day from school because of parent teacher conferences. Now I’m worrying about that. Its amazing I don’t have an ulcer.
I suppose I need to get myself ready to go. I wouldn’t want to be late to pick him up. He’s like me. Even at five, he will worry.
Thursday, November 11, 2010
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“If there is one thing I have learned.” Rosa’s voice interrupted my feeling sorry for myself. “It’s that we have very little control over what happens to us. None of us could have predicted any of this would happen. How could we? And it seems to me highly unlikely that you caused his death. Did you personally feed him to the Vampires?”
“No.” My voice sounded low, even to my own ears.
Saturday, November 6, 2010
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Has a whole week gone by already? Wow. Anyway, it is Six Sentence Sunday and I am continuing to give you snippets of my work-in-progress, which is a Post-Apocalyptic Young Adult Novel. The second in a series called the Warrior. The first one, Initiation, will be coming out soon with Decadent Publishing.
Here are my six sentences for this week and please find all the other entries listed here
Finally, when I could speak, I made my mouth work. “It wasn’t enough to treat me like prey? To send vampires and werewolves after me every night just for fun?”
He shook his head, baring his teeth in what could only be called a wolfish manner. It made me want to gag. “No, you proved to be more trouble than you were worth. We have a system for dealing with people like you...
Saturday, October 23, 2010
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Sunday, October 17, 2010
I woke up slowly, a bad taste in my mouth, as I looked around at my surroundings. It was dark, but I could make out a little light coming into the room from under what appeared to be a doorway. I’d read somewhere, in a book found in the Genesis library, that sometimes people are afraid of the dark. There had been a whole slew of fears in the catalog. Some people were afraid of heights, some people were afraid of dogs, and still others went so far as to be afraid to leave the house in general.
Waking up in that strange place, I knew I wasn’t scared of the dark and there wasn’t a bug on earth that could make me shake or shiver.
Best to all of you!!
Saturday, October 16, 2010
Friday, October 15, 2010
But, its challenging. I'm just not that comfortable using his. I know I'm lucky to have it. But, that is where I am. Sigh. Today, I'm actually going to try to use it to write.
My youngest son has another ear infection. I'm concerned we're going to end up with the tubes. My second son already has them. But my poor baby has a fever of 102.5 and he is soo unhappy. I hate it when the kids get sick.
I'm hoping we can get this under control and still have a wonderful weekend. Any plans for all of you?
Thursday, October 14, 2010
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Sunday, October 10, 2010
"He’d said us but I could hear the undercurrent of what he meant. He meant ‘him.’ Jason was the guy who I was going to leave him for about six months ago. Not that six months ago I’d made any kind of commitment to Chad that meant I couldn’t have left without anyone having any right to question me. Still, I could feel his pain creep inside of me where I knew it would take root with all of the other things I stored in my stomach to feel guilty about later.
It was amazing I could eat anything at all these days.
“So are you going to leave me for him now?” "
Hope you guys have a great Sunday!