September 01 2015 Romance Weekly



Do you like to read romance novels? Wouldn't you like to know more about your favorite authors? Well you came to the right place! Join the writers of Romance Weekly as we go behind the scenes of our books and tell all..... About our writing of course! Every week we'll answer questions and after you've enjoyed the blog on this site we'll direct you to another. So come back often for a thrilling ride! Tell your friends and feel free to ask us questions in the comment box.

If you are coming from Collette Cameron’s blog, thanks for hopping on over. 

This week Jeanne McDonald wants to know: What is one of your favorite quotes from your book(s). Explain the reason why & its significance to the story & characters. 

Quote from my short story Love’s Light, Anthology The Hope Chest coming out October 21, 2015.

Little background to help with the context of the quote: 

Senza is on the phone with her ex-boyfriend, Trevor, who left her four years ago. She thinks Trevor left her because of her psychic / telekinetic power. In the call she just learned that her Aunt has died. 

The room spun. Spots floated around her eyes, dimmed and turned black. The office lights flickered, and the vibration in her body became an audible hum. Trevor droned in her ear. Senza closed her eyes and put her forehead against the desk wall. It’s too much. I can’t hold the power back. Her filing cabinet drawer rumbled open. The chair jumped away from her. A mini earthquake shook her cubicle.
“Senza, baby. Stay with me. I need you.”
Those words brought her back. A cascade of color burst behind her eyelids. Had Trevor ever admitted he needed her? The sunlight in the room faded as a cloud passed overhead and darkened the entire office floor. The darkness had become her friend and safety net for the last four years. Yet, Senza braved the light and would give anything in this moment to have Trevor’s arms hold her tight.

This is one of my favorite quotes of the short story. Senza is facing the fear she had all of her life, the fear of being unable to control her power. The emotional trauma she is experiencing puts her into this black pit of despair and she thinks she won’t recover from this loss. Her power comes out in the form of light and in this passage she faces her fear and her light. Trevor admitting that he needs her allows her to find the inner strength to manipulate her power into at least a temporary control and gives Senza her confidence back. Trevor’s need of her, his love, is worth fighting the battle she has struggled with her entire life. 

Let’s find out author, Brenda Margriet’s, favorite quote. See you next week.

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August 18 2015 Romance Weekly



Do you like to read romance novels? Wouldn't you like to know more about your favorite authors? Well you came to the right place! Join the writers of Romance Weekly as we go behind the scenes of our books and tell all..... About our writing of course! Every week we'll answer questions and after you've enjoyed the blog on this site we'll direct you to another. So come back often for a thrilling ride! Tell your friends and feel free to ask us questions in the comment box.

Welcome back to Romance Weekly blog hop. The blog is set up in a round robin fashion so you can link to the next author for another interesting blog. Be sure to check out Collette Cameron’s blog when you are finished here. She’s before me in the blog hop today.

This week’s topic is from Carrie Elks

Stephen King famously said that it’s necessary to “kill your darlings” when editing your work. Do you have anything you had to remove from a book that you’re still proud of? Or something that embarrasses you so much it will never again see the light of day? If you’re feeling really brave, share some of it with us! 

Kill my darlings. This was a difficult lesson for me to learn. It took several critique partners and friends with confused looks on their faces for me to realize what I thought was a clear blue sky scene was actually a scene caked with mud, sand, and twigs. Honestly, it still happens with new writing so I’m constantly learning - or maybe I’ll never learn? Thank goodness for critique partners and friends willing to read my early drafts. 

I do have an example to share. It was really difficult for me to cut this scene. It was one that had come to me as a vision, epiphany or a plain old dream one night while I was sleeping. It actually woke up me in the middle of the night and I quickly wrote it down on paper so I wouldn’t forget it in the morning. Cutting a scene like that -- ohhh it’s terrible. It took several drafts of not cutting it and asking okay read it now until I saw the writing on the wall. CUT IT OUT.

As I looked over what I had saved (because I couldn’t bear to actually DELETE it, but just put it in another document for LATER USE) I can see now how it didn’t fit and really isn’t that great of a scene. At the time, I thought it was pretty cool. Hindsight is weird. This scene needs revision like a decaying tooth needs filled! It’s easy for me to see now where readers were confused, there were very few paranormal elements and the ones I had in there were vague and didn’t give the scene the punch it needed. Also, this was the opening scene and not one of the four characters were the hero or heroine. So, of course the readers thought Cameron was the star. (He did take over the show and another reason I had to cut his ass out of a lot of this manuscript.) 

I kept the scene around because (hahahahaha!) I thought when I cut it that my draft readers would be like - “Oh, something is missing. You need a scene with Cameron in the jungle so we know more about the military team.”  No one asked this. I think I just had a crush on Cameron.

So, here it goes.  


“Cam, do you copy?” 

    Cameron heard Amber’s voice in his ear, but he couldn’t respond to her. His throat closed over any words he tried to make. Pins and needles like a limb that fell asleep formed over his scalp. He remained in his crouched position hidden deep in the jungle. The dull ache in the back of his head increased in intensity and he felt the sweat trickle down the side of his face. He looked into the scope of the rifle and saw darkness. 


    “What’s going on Amber?” Zach asked his tone suggesting worry. 

    “Cam isn’t answering me. Has either of you seen him or know his position?” 

    Once again, Cameron tried to tell them he was okay. He dropped the gun and clutched the back of his head. Had he been shot? He pulled his hand away to see if there was any blood. Clear and pale as usual. The pain raged again and he couldn’t even see his weapon any longer.

    “Leon, “ said Zach, “do you know Cam’s position?” 

    “Negative. Do you think he was ambushed?” 

    “I’ll move up the mountain to see if I can get a lock on the target,” suggested Amber and Cam praised her good decision making skills. 

    “Leon, break the perimeter and see if you can find him,” ordered Zach.

    Cam wanted to shout to them to not break the perimeter. It was more important for the unit to complete the mission than to worry about him having a panic attack. He sunk onto the hot ground. Nothing ever felt cold in this country. His hands started to shake and for the first time he thought that he might be dying. Someone had spotted him and silently taken him out. What other explanation could there be?

    “I see him, “ Cam heard Leon say. “I’m scanning the area to see if there is anyone out there. He looks hurt, but I can’t tell.” 

    “How long will it take you to get to him?” asked Amber. 

    “About 5 minutes.” 


    No! Cameron wanted to shout but knew the sound came from his mind and not his mouth. Amber’s voice once again sounded in his ear. 

    “I see the target and will have a good shot from my position. Zach, are you prepped for exit once the deed is over?”


    Cam heard jungle vegetation move unnaturally and felt Leon beside him. He was still unable to see him or talk. 

    “Amber. Leon. Abort mission!”

    What no no no. What is Leon doing?

    Leon continued with his abort orders, “Stop any activity and make your way to my coordinates. Cam is hurt bad. I’m not sure what happened. He has a pulse, but we need to evac asap.” 

    “What’s going on? I have a clear shot, Leon.” 

    “Cam is bleeding everywhere. It’s everywhere... his eyes, nose, ears! Zach, bring the bigger medical kit here with you. I can’t determine where he’s been shot. He is starting to convulse.” 

    So, I was hit, Cam thought. How could that have happened? They had watched the small bunker in the jungle for three days making sure all the people who came in and out were accounted for. They timed the target’s arrival and departure in order to complete their mission. There had been no scouts or sentries anywhere near it. Had it been a lucky shot? 

    He felt Leon use the small medical kit each of them had on them. He put something is his mouth and it dissolved instantly. He wouldn’t have been able to swallow. He felt a pinch in his leg and realized that Leon had given him morphine. I must be really bad. I wonder if this will be my last mission. That thought gave him more motivation to pull through. Taft nor his men would be the one to kill him. He knew he had to live in order to bring justice to the world. To everyone’s world, even humans. 

    He heard another small rustling in the jungle and then Zach was crouched down on his other side. Zach placed a larger bag down and it brushed against Cam’s fingers. That’s the rescue bag, usually only for serious life threatening wounds. 

    “Did you find the entry point? Is it in his spine?” Zach asked. 

    “That’s the weirdest part.” Leon said as he grabbed the bag and pulled it over Cam’s body to get to the contents inside. 

    “More than one shot?”

    “No. There aren’t any bullet wounds.”  

Carrie Elks is next on the hop. See what darlings she has had to kill. See you next week.

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October 14 2014 Romance Weekly



Do you like to read romance novels? Wouldn't you like to know more about your favorite authors? Well you came to the right place! Join the writers of Romance Weekly as we go behind the scenes of our books and tell all..... About our writing of course! Every week we'll answer questions and after you've enjoyed the blog on this site we'll direct you to another. So come back often for a thrilling ride! Tell your friends and feel free to ask us questions in the comment box.

Hi! Missed you last week. Today we have a really fun blog hop and a break from our usual question and answer format. The prompt was created by Collette Cameron. Can't wait to read about her dating disaster.  

If you are joining from Kim Handysides or starting the hop right here, welcome. 

Here's the prompt: Date disasters 

Many of our heroes and heroines have a rocky beginning. Let’s hear some real life stories about disastrous dates. Real is fun, but if you don’t want to go there, feel free to create a real whopper. 

Blind dates are always tricky and here’s the story of me and my husband’s first date.

I didn’t want to be there. Kimberly had talked me into it and I knew it was a mistake from the start. The restaurant was slow and dim and supposed to be romantic and one of the hottest new places to dine in the city. Kimberly always pushed until she had her way. I couldn’t go through with the online dating again not after the last time. I deleted my online profile forever. What a nightmare the guy turned out to be. Not only was he a compulsive liar but for a second I believed him when he said he was an undercover agent for an undisclosed government group. Yeah, The Get in Her Pants Club. He was really good, academy award performance. So, I sat here like an idiot seeing if it was going to happen again. I guess I have a gullible nature.

Purple is my favorite color.

Purple is my favorite color.

Kimberly wouldn’t tell me a damned thing about the guy. Said he wanted us both to have a genuine reaction to each other. What did that mean? I didn’t have a name or description. He would only know who I was because I wore my purple stripped henley and I placed a single purple rose in the center of the table. 

I shouldn’t have agreed. This screamed serial killer when someone wouldn’t identify themselves. I trusted Kimberly despite extreme blind dating being her method of operation. Who in the hell went on blind dates in this day and age? Me. So, Mr. Secretive was already ten minutes late. I decided to only give him another five and I was out. 

A hand touched my shoulder and spread across my back. “I’m so sorry I’m late. There was a traffic jam on the loop.” 

Right. That’s all I can think. Nice save. 

I squirmed in my seat shaking off his hand, not because it creeped me out but because it had the opposite effect. Hi, Mr. Seductive. He sat as I reached for my ice water to cool down and immediately noticed his warm and friendly brown eyes, sexy stubble, and the bulge in his jacket. Kimberly never said he was a cop. I couldn’t decide if that was a good thing or not.

The waiter came and took our order. I already knew what I wanted (he had been late) and wasted no time. I wondered if my date would be annoyed at me for rushing him. Didn’t phase him. He ordered without looking at the menu. A regular?

“Our mutual friend didn’t do you justice.” I lowered my head to ask for clarification and before I said anything... “You’re beautiful.” 

Holy Cow! My blush further heated my body and even in the darkness of the restaurant I wasn’t able to hide it. “She wasn’t suppose to say anything because she was zipped tighter than a pencil skirt on her fat days.” 

I shocked him but his immediate laughter let me know he liked my smart ass nature. Good. The last guy had issues with my mouthy attitude. He stood slightly and reached across the table, hand extended, but instead of the expected shake he knocked the vase over and cold water rushed from the center of the table to the center of my body. I jumped from my chair and knocked it back into the table behind us which upset all of the water glasses waiting for the next patrons. 

“So sorry. I got this.” His napkin, and of course his hand, brushed against my legs before I knew what was happening. My body couldn’t decide if it rather have the heat of his fingers between my thighs or the freezing sensation of the water to snap me out of this spell he wove over me.

The waiter and the hostess trotted over with additional towels and napkins. At the hostess’s gasp I looked down and the red fabric of the napkins apparently didn’t like the white of my skirt and there were red streaks along the front. Mixed with the wetness and pressing of the towels, my white panties (I wasn’t a complete idiot back then, just a partial one) showed and also all the tiny little hearts and lace edge. On a dry skirt these were NOT noticeable. 

The server from the back comes over with our meals but in all the commotion of me trying to hide my underwear with a napkin and at the same time get away from Mr. Seductive’s smoldering stare my elbow hit the server in such a way that the entire tray of food slid off in slow motion. It landed on my date.  

Blind date = happily ever after.

Blind date = happily ever after.

I’d never seen a mouth gape so wide. He smeared some of it off with the same napkin he used on me and the same red streaks appear on his jacket. He held back a smile and winked. “Don’t worry. The same thing happened to me the other day on a sting.” 

I started laughing and really didn’t think I would be able to talk but I said. “Kim has a funny sense of humor.” 

He gives me a funny eyebrow quirk. “Who’s Kim?” 




Apparently we didn’t have a mutual friend and the fates somehow brought us together in a somewhat unconventional fashion. The rest is history. Married ten years now this fall to the love of my life.


Hope you liked my date disaster. :) Did it really happen or not?

I’m jones-ing to find out what dating nightmare our Heart’s Ease author, Victoria Barbour, tells. 

Hope to see you next week. 

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