#8Sunday: The Whisper of Time has been nominated for a RONE award

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My time travel novella, The Whisper of Time, has been nominated for a RONE award in the novella and short story category!

This week's eight are the first eight from the book:

It figured that I would get lost. Kyle was always telling me I had a terrible sense of direction. “Turn left,” I would say, and he would answer “Which left, Gwynn, yours or mine?” I used to think everything Kyle said was charming.
I’d since found out that Kyle, like GPS, had a limited range. Out here, in the middle of Vermont farm country, my GPS had stopped functioning. A signal kept insisting the phone was searching for a satellite, but it was becoming pretty clear that the satellite was nowhere to be found. It was hiding, perhaps, from the snippy woman’s voice that commanded me to turn left when I wanted to turn right.

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The Whisper of Time has been nominated for a RONE award!

I've got a second RONE award nomination this year! The Whisper of Time has been nominated for a RONE award in the novella and short story category.
In the next step of the process, readers are asked to vote. I would love it if you would pop over and vote for the book.
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#8Sunday Still writing To the Wind

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Hi Sunday snippeteers! I'm still working on the draft of To the Wind. It's a historical novella set in 1852 on and around a clipper ship. I think I'm finally getting to the end of my voyage. The book is a sequel to Sweet Lenora, which will be released in July. I think this may end up being a series, as I won't resolve everything in book two and more conflict keeps arising. So it goes when you let characters run amok. The story is told in the voice of Anton, a sea captain in his late twenties.


Here's my eight:

She put her hands to her hips and a fire lit in her green eyes. “You forget, Sir, that I helped to build Sweet Lenora. I knew her every inch before you even set foot on her and I will not tend roses while a group of poxy old men decide her future.”

“I’ll defend the Lenora,  isn’t that what I have promised to do?”

“And I promised to be your helpmeet, not your flower tender.”

I doubted the poxy old men gathered in the courthouse would agree that my wife had an admirable disposition. But then, they did not know her and love her as I did.“Get dressed and hurry. Wear the gray dress, it is far more serious.”

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#8sunday To the Wind is in port.

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Hi WeWriWa hoppers. Welcome back. I've still been work on To the Wind, a historical novella set in 1852. To the Wind is the sequel to Sweet Lenora, which is coming out in July. I've gotten my characters to port in San Francisco. Of course, this doesn't mean trouble is behind them.

Sweet Lenora is written in the hero, Anton's voice. Lenora is the heroine.  Here's my eight:

She squeezed my hand so fiercely that I thought she might break the bones. “ Something else troubles you, Anton.”

            “They plan to fire the ship.”

            Lenora let go her grasp. “Destroy Sweet Lenora?”  

            I nodded my consent. “It is common practice here, for a ship so ravaged by fever. They do not want an epidemic in port.”

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Weekend Writing Warriors: More Anton #Sunday

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I'm still sailing onward with the sequel to my historical romance novella, Sweet Lenora. The story is set in 1852 on a clipper ship. The working title is "To the Wind".

Here's eight sentences from this week's writing:

            I seized  him by the collar. “I should have let them kill you.”

            “You think that rabble lot would not have mutinied in any case? You have been too busy with your harlot to run a crew. I’ve heard the rumors from Rio and they do not paint her pretty.  If anyone is to blame for the ship’s misfortune, it is you, Sir.”

            I took my dagger and put it to his throat. “One more word about my wife and you will find yourself without a tongue.”

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Weekend Writing Warriors: Sweet Lenora sequel

Hi all and welcome to my first weekend writing warriors post. Weekend warriors is a new eight sentence meme where writers post eight sentences of a current work in progress or a published novel. For more weekend warrior posts please click HERE 

I've been doing lots of promo of late.  I've got several books out in the world and it goes without saying I'd love it if you would go and check them all out. But for this meme, I thought it might be fun to give a glimpse of what I'm currently working on.

Right now, I'm deep into a writing the draft of a sequel to Sweet Lenora. Sweet Lenora is my very first historical romance novella. It's a love story between a sea captain and the daughter of a wealthy ship builder. I wrote it as part of Champagne Books "dark heroes" series and you can see more about the novella by clicking on the cover image. You can't read it just yet, it will be released this summer.

Sweet Lenora is written from the first person perspective of the heroine, Lenora.The second novella, with a working title "To the Wind" continues their adventures in the hero, Anton's,voice:

 After we fled, I kept my council because I did not want to cause my love a moment’s worry, nor did I want to remind her of the night she and I sailed from Rio, leaving Mr. Settle in a pool of his own blood. His death at her hand had already caused her far too much grief. There were times she would cry out in her sleep and I knew Settle was the source of her night terrors. How could I add to them?

            Yet as we came into the Pacific and drew closer to San Francisco, the meeting in the public garden weighed heavily on me. I did not want my marriage to contain secrets. I had seen firsthand how secrets could devour trust and cause more grief than any truth uttered. So it was that I vowed to tell her all that had transpired.

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