Thanks for the comments on the Sweet Redemption post. Janice is the winner of the pdf of Sweet Redemption. Congratulations!!
I've already sent her file as an email attachment.
But I'd like to send the others who commented, Maeve and Mindy Mackay, a consolation prize. A pdf of my short vampire story, Eternity Waits. Just send an email to email@example.com and I'll forward your prize.
She eyed him coldly. "Sir, I'm not in the habit of taking prisoners."
"Sorry, ma'am." He inspected himself under the blanket. Both his greatcoat and military coat had been removed as well as his belt and revolver. "My things--"
"Are hidden, Captain. It wouldn't be wise to have them on your person if Confederate troops are hereabout."
"I agree with your reasoning, ma'am, but where are they?"
"In a safe place."
He struggled to sit, but his muscles protested, and he slumped back to the floor.
"Easy, Captain. You're very pale. Have you been ill?"
"No, I..." He recalled Arnwolf and the barn. Had that really happened, or had it just been a dream?
"Now you're awake, I'll heat up some broth. You look like you could use some."
"Thank you, ma'am."
She hesitated, a blush coloring her ivory skin. "When I took off your coat, I noticed two raised bumps on your neck. I thought they might be bites."
He fingered the bumps. So, it hadn't been a dream.
"A wild dog attacked me. Out in the woods."
"A wild dog?" She shuddered. "I didn't know there were any around here."
"It's the truth, ma'am." Even as he said it, he cringed inwardly at his lie.
Her gaze narrowed as she studied him. "But when I took off your coat, I didn't see any blood."
No blood? Come to think of it, he hadn't noticed any when he woke in the barn. "I'm not real sure how that happened, ma'am."
She rose, studied him once more, then left the room.
He lay back, reflecting on what had happened. If the man, Reverend Arnwolf was a minister, he must be a fallen one. Like me.
Was that why the creature had come to drag him to his doom? Was God angry that Jon had left the priesthood? This couldn't be a coincidence. Hopefully, the man was gone, and he'd never come across him again. But he couldn't get those glowing red eyes out of his mind.
Satan himself couldn't have frightened him more. He fingered the crucifix.
4 books at Long and Short Reviews!
"I love books that snag your attention from the start and maintain it throughout, and Sweet Redemption didn't
disappoint. The writing is wonderful, the pace nice and brisk, and the romance between Jon and Maddie is set at a believable simmer. I enjoyed the twist that brings it all together in the end, and felt the resolution of the vampire issue Jon faced was wrapped up beautifully.
"Be sure to put this story on your TBR list. Civil War junkies and vampire fans will love this one."
I had a major interruption in my writing hours last week and now I'm at the point where I have to decide which of my projects I'm going to devote myself to for the next month, or at least the next week.
I have three projects I can work on. The first is a novel that needs revision at my editor's request. After she rejected the manuscript twice, I wasn't able to look at it for a while. But I do have her notes and finally feel I can get back into the project. It would likely take me a month. Then I can do a final polish and resubmit.
I also started the first draft of a time travel novella. The interruption of the past week has taken my momentum away, but if I bring up the file, I'm sure I can get my head back into the story. And because it's a novella, it won't take more than a month to finish the first draft. After completing that, I can put it aside for later revision and edits.
I also have an idea for a short magazine story. That would only take about a week to write, then I can put it aside for a short period before edits and a final polish. I did manage to edit, polish and submit another short story to the same magazine and now have a new contract to show for it, so that's incentive enough to get started on a new story.
The other project was the sci-fi romance I worked on all summer. But as I approached the end, something just didn't feel right. I ended up coming to a complete halt with that one. It will definitely sit on the back burner for a while. I think I need to come back to it with a brand new perspective. I may even try to write a series of novellas in that genre. Sometimes shorter can work to my advantage, especially with a genre I don't normally write in.
So, I'm left with three projects I can start work on tomorrow. But which shall it be?
This Thursday's excerpt is from my Civil War paranormal romance, Angel of My Dreams, from the Civil War anthology, Northern Roses and Southern Belles.
A hand rested on his shoulder. He opened his eyes, expecting to see Monica.
The dark-haired woman gazed down at him.
"Kyle," she said. "I've been so worried."
He lifted his head and looked around. He wasn't in his bedroom, but in a large canvas tent.
"Where am I?"
"Shh." She placed a finger on his lips. The scent of lavender invaded his senses.
He frowned when he realized he was lying on a cot wearing his reenactor clothing. Had he dreamed he'd come home?
"The doctor says you'll be fine. He dug out the bullet and stitched up your leg."
"My leg?" Kyle reached down. His pant's leg had been cut apart at the seam. Heavy bandages wrapped around his thigh.
"This doesn't make any sense. I twisted my ankle. It's fine now."
She took his hand and stroked his forehead. Her touch sent warmth and desire through his body.
"I have to know..." He swallowed. "...your name."
She smiled. "You haven't forgotten me already?"
"I...you never told me."
"Of course I did."
She leaned away.
He held tightly to her hand, fearing she'd leave again.
"Don't go." Her hand dissolved. He couldn't hold her.
He woke in a sweat. The alarm blared. Six-thirty. He had to get ready for school.
As he hurriedly washed up and dressed, he tried to recall the dream about the woman from the reenactment, but only fleeting images remained.
As he waited for his coffee to brew, he racked his brain trying to remember, but it was gone. And so was she.
Praise for anthology, Northern Roses and Southern Belles!
4.25 hearts at Night Owl Romance!!
"With battles between Native Americans and Colonials, Northerners and Southerners, and Good and Bad there is a wealth of conflict to draw on. While the geographic breadth is vast, from sea to shining sea practically, and the backdrops varied, the conflicts are drawn from wartime.
"Knowing you or your lover may not live to see the next day tends to throw decorum out the window. These were all entertaining, informative stories that I enjoyed reading."
4.5 books at Long and Short Reviews!
"I think all of the authors did a great job on this anthology and so did the editors. I felt like I was involved in every story. I felt like I could smell the flowers and taste the crisp air. I felt the emotions the characters were feeling. This is a great anthology that any historical fan will love."
I'm two days late with my Thursday excerpt this week, but better late than never.
This week I'm featuring an excerpt and reviews from my award winning Civil War romance, Confederate Rose.
Her pale cheeks turned a becoming shade of pink. She lifted one white, bare arm from the quilt to gesture at the clothing drying by the fire. "Now didn't you tell me to hang yer things out to dry?"
Alex grimaced. He had told her to do that. But he hadn't expected her to go through his pack. "So I did," he admitted.
She slipped her arm back into the quilt and lifted her chin. "'Tis an apology I should be expecting, Mr. Hart."
"Apology? You were going through my things."
"Because you ordered me to see to yer wet clothes."
Alex didn't think he'd win this argument. "Very well, ma'am. I apologize if I've offended your fine sensibilities in any way."
She straightened and hugged the quilt, eyeing him regally. "I accept yer apology, Mr. Hart."
"Well then." He hesitated and dropped his gaze. Her wide eyes drove his thoughts to ideas best left alone. That and the knowledge of what little she wore under the quilt. He cleared his throat. "I suggest we bed down for the night."
"Not until you get yerself out of those wet clothes."
His brows shot up. "I beg your pardon?"
"Ye'll surely not be sleeping in those wet things. 'Tis by the fire ye'll be needing to hang them."
His gaze settled on the clothes draped over the two chairs. Steam rose from them. "But those clothes aren't dry yet."
"Ye'll not be needing clothes to sleep." She grinned mischievously. "We've plenty of blankets."
1st place historical category of First Coast Romance Writers 2010 Beacon Contest for Published Authors!
2nd place historical category of 2010 New England Reader's Choice Bean Pot Award!
"Need to Read" at You Gotta Read Reviews!!
"The writing flowed smoothly. I liked the way the romance developed between Katie and Alex. The conflicting emotions they each face make this an engaging story. If you like a romance wrapped in the conflicts of the Civil War you will definitely enjoy this book!"
4 ribbons at Blue Ribbon Reviews at Romance Junkies!
"CONFEDERATE ROSE is a magnificent work of fiction...Blended with a well developed romance, this historical is one that will grab hold of your heart and tear at your emotions. I highly recommend this charming historical and it will allow you to revisit the past while you stay in the present."
This month I've decided to have a Thursday excerpt day for all my releases over the past year. I'm starting off with my first Wild Rose Press release, my Civil War time travel romance, Erin's Rebel.
The sound of her name on his lips made her skin tingle. She tore the paper off the package. At the sight of the brooch, her breath caught.
"Do you like it?" he asked anxiously. "I had it made just for you."
Eyeing him, she had a hard time finding her voice. This was Erin O'Connell's brooch, the very one that had sent her back in time. It shone in her hands, new and unworn from time and wear.
What did this mean? She must be following Erin O'Connell’s footsteps. As far as she knew her being here hadn’t changed anything. Will was still destined to die this year.
"I didn’t mean to upset you, Erin. If you don't want the brooch--"
"No." She clasped the pin against her chest as the meaning of his gift sank in. "It just means so much to me."
His look of concern softened into a lopsided grin. "I'm happy you feel that way."
"Thank you, Will." She slipped the brooch into the pocket of her wrapper, then stood on her toes, lifting her arms to circle his neck. She kissed his cheek, inhaling his musky scent.
His mouth was on hers, hot and urgent. The softness of his moustache and chin beard tickled her lips. She opened to him, her tongue slipping inside to taste him thoroughly. He groaned, pressing the length of his body against her.
"I love historical romances and Susan Macatee did a beautiful job with this one. I loved that Erin is definitely a 21st century woman yet yearns for that all consuming love that she cannot find right now. William is all she has been searching for in a man, but he is in another century. Erin will do anything she can to find out what her part in his life is even it if means her own life."
4 books at Long and Short Reviews!!
"Reading Erin's Rebel was a thoroughly enjoyable experience that any fan of historical romance won't want to miss."
Fantastic, Stays on Shelf from Between the Lines, WRDF Reviews!
"I loved the author's gentle hand with detail, her convincing touch with romance, and the twists and turns that she creates before a thoroughly satisfying ending... This book's well worth keeping on my shelf..."
"Beautifully Done Historical Romance" at ParaNormal Romance!
"Recommended read for paranormal and historical romance readers or if you simply enjoy a good love story!"
4 lips at TwoLips Reviews!!
"Erin's Rebel is rich in history and mystery. Every time I thought I had the book figured out, Ms. Macatee came up with a new twist and another piece of the puzzle. I was delighted to find a time travel with a real reason for going back in time. Anyone who loves history, time travel and stories with unexpected twists will definitely enjoy this awesome book."
I've put my sci-fi romance aside for a bit and am now working on a time travel novella. I'm really excited by this story, because it's an offshoot of my time travel romance, Erin's Rebel. The heroine is Erin's step-daughter, Amanda, all grown up in the year 1885.
The hero is from the present time and I've decided to call this story Thoroughly Modern Amanda. Do you like the title? Sometimes just finding the right title for a new story sets my creative juices flowing.
Anyway, I'm still plotting the story out, but already know how it will end. I'm working on plot details right now as I go from scene to scene. But I have enough plotted out to begin writing, which I plan to do on Monday.
I also completed the first draft of a short romance story this week and am putting that aside for at least a couple of weeks before looking at it again.
Switching among several projects really energizes me, especially when I'm stuck!