Thursday, March 27, 2014

Rogues Angels Present: Check in Day



It's Check In Day.

Time to pay the piper! How did you do? How much did you write? Did words explode on your WIP?

This is the Rogue's Angels weekly check-in. Every Thursday we encourage the Angels and visitors to let us know how their writing is going.

How well are you doing?

Had problems this week? That's ok. Just sit down this coming week and write. Whatever you do, don't let difficulties from the week before get in your way this week.

Every word is one word closer to the finished product.

This week was quite as productive as the last several. It is after all spring break. So, how did I do? I finished chapter eight and chapter nine but I had hoped to have chapter ten finished by today. Guess I'm one chapter behind.

How was your week?

Tuesday, March 25, 2014

Rogues Angels Present ~ Five Corners: The Marked Ones

Please welcome Cathi Shaw author of Five Corners: The Marked Ones.

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Five Corners: The Marked Ones
By
Cathi Shaw




Growing up in a sleepy village untouched by distant wars and political conflicts, it was easy for Thia, Mina and Kiara to forget such horrors existed in the Five Corners. That is until the dead child is found; a child that bears the same strange birthmark that all three sisters possess. A Mark their mother had always told them was unique to the girls.
Kiara’s suspicions grow as their Inn is soon overrun with outsiders from all walks of life. Strangers, soldiers and Elders who all seem to know more about what is happening than the girls do.
After Mina barely survives an attack in the forest, the sisters are faced with a shattering secret their mother has kept from them for years. As danger closes in around them, the sisters are forced from their home and must put their trust in the hands of strangers.  With more questions than answers, Kiara finds herself separated from everyone she loves and reliant on an Outlander who has spent too much time in army. She doesn’t trust Caedmon but she needs him if she has any hope of being reunited with her sisters and learning what the Mark might mean.









Kiara felt her own mother watching her closely. She forced her gaze away from the small lifeless form. Brijit murmured softly to the parents and then moved to Kiara's side.

"Come away from here, Kiara," her mother said firmly.

But Kiara couldn't stop herself from looking back at the child, noting how someone had twined a pretty scarf around her neck, concealing the ugly slashes that she knew were hidden beneath the colorful material. The result of a blade taken to vulnerable flesh. This poor girl had had no chance against her assailant.

Brijit tugged on her arm insistently. "There is nothing more for us to do here," she whispered in a hushed undertone. "Let’s go and give the family some peace."

Kiara felt a sudden wave of shame wash over her. She suddenly wondered what she was doing here?

Don’t try to deny it, she told herself vehemently, you know why you’re here.

She had seen the Mark on the child's shoulder. She resisted the urge to rub her own shoulder where an identical Mark was hidden beneath her tunic. It was something she’d believed she only shared with her sisters. But this child proved different.

And there was no question that this child had been assassinated.











Cathi Shaw lives in Summerland, BC with her husband and three children.  She is often found wandering around her home, muttering in a seemingly incoherent manner, particularly when her characters have embarked on new adventure. In addition to writing fiction, she teaches rhetoric and professional writing in the Department of Communications at Okanagan College and is the co-author of the textbook Writing Today.

Twitter: @CathiShaw



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Sunday, March 23, 2014

SEEING MIGHT NOT BE BELIEVING...

Book #3 of the
Aunt Maddie's Castle series
by Genie Gabriel
a romantic comedy novella
rated PG-13



I'm wrapping up the weekend with an excerpt from the third book of the Aunt Maddie's Castle series, No More Poodle Skirts. This book features Mr. Razzles, a dog based on one of my own furbabies. He also had challenges with his eyesight, though I'm not an inventor like Uncle Horace, who fashioned a pair of cool goggles to give Mr. Razzles some interesting sights…


EXCERPT from No More Poodle Skirts

As soon as they burst over the drawbridge, the celebration began. Once again, Horace came up from his workroom to join in. 

“Let’s show everyone your new goggles.” Horace placed another pair of goggles on Mr. Razzles, then stepped back and smiled.

Razzles tipped his head and took a few tentative steps.

“So what do you think?” Horace beamed proudly.

“He seems a little unsteady,” the teenager, Devon, said.

“What’s different about these goggles?” Maddie asked. 

I don’t think things are supposed to be this way, Razzles said to Maddie.

She took the goggles off Razzles’ head and looked through them. “Ooh. Everything is upside-down.”

“But I thought--drat it all.” Horace took the goggles and disappeared down the stairs toward his workshop.

***

-Genie Gabriel

Saturday, March 22, 2014

WOULD YOUR DOG HIJACK A TIME MACHINE?

Book #2 of the
Aunt Maddie's Castle series
by Genie Gabriel
a romantic comedy novella
rated PG-13



My dogs love spring! When the sun comes out, they lay outside and soak up the warmth. They also love to play and have adventures, though perhaps not exactly the adventures I wrote about in the Aunt Maddie's Castle series…

EXCERPT FROM ST. BATZY & THE TIME MACHINE

As soon as she pulled to a stop, Horace grabbed Rissa's hands and helped her out of her car. "I'm so glad you're back! What did Ian find out?" 

"Aunt Madelaine's airplane went down in a wilderness area of the national forest in Southern Oregon. So the good news is they aren't far away. The not-so-good news is there appears to be a couple hijackers on board." 

Horace's heart slid to his belly. His Maddie was at the mercy of terrorists. 

"One of the passengers managed to send a message that said the hijacker's face was painted green and he was wearing a leprechaun suit and hat. Aunt Madelaine can handle kooky people--and she has help this time from the other passengers." 

The words meant to allay Horace's fears. Instead made him more determined to finish the time machine. He would not leave Maddie in the clutches of crazy green leprechaun hijackers! 

"Ian is on his way to join the search and rescue teams," Rissa said. "He'll let us know when they find the airplane." 

Horace wasn't going to just wait. The time machine was ready for a test flight. If everything worked as he planned, the rescue team wouldn't be necessary. 

Leaving Rissa in the kitchen with Ryan and his cooking show, Horace rejoined his cousin, Clement, in the fabrication lab. "Is everything ready?" 

"Countdown has started." 

On the monitors Horace watched the giant fire hydrant. On the outside it looked much the same as it had when Horace set it up for the dog next door. However, the monitors showing the inside of the hydrant revealed major changes. Living quarters for human time travelers were contained on the second floor of the hydrant. On the ground floor a mini-nuclear reactor had been installed. A semi-circle around it contained a bank of monitors and control panels linked to the computer that controlled the time machine and contained a calendar program to calculate the day, month and year where the time machine had traveled. 

"T minus thirty seconds and counting," Clement intoned. 

Horace drew a deep breath to calm the buzzing of adrenaline through his veins. If this worked--no, when they proved the time machine worked, Horace would rescue Maddie and never let her travel without him again. 

"Ten, nine, eight..." 

A movement on one of the inside monitors caught Horace's eye. "What's that?" 

"...two, one. Activate." 

"I think we have an unexpected passenger." Horace dashed outside to where the fire hydrant used to sit. Now only a flattened patch of lawn separated his back yard from the neighbor's fence. 

A freckle-faced girl with bright red hair leaned against the fence. "Have you seen my dog, Batzy?" 

***

-Genie Gabriel

Friday, March 21, 2014

SPRING BRINGS DAFFODILS AND LAUGHTER!

Book #1 of the
Aunt Maddie's Castle Series
by Genie Gabriel
a romantic comedy novella
rated PG-13


Spring is here! In spite of the sometimes chilly rain that still falls here in the Northwest, I'm focusing on daffodils blooming, trees leafing out, and the potatoes I planted last fall pushing new leaves through the soil. 

And this weekend I want to focus on fun! That means featuring excerpts from my Aunt Maddie's Castle series of romantic comedies. 

Today I'm sharing an excerpt from Chasing Rainbows, the first book in this series. 

***

Ka-boom! The blast shattered the settling peace of dusk as Marissa Madison pulled into the circular drive. Rissa threw open the car door and sprinted toward the gray stone house. 

"Please, no blood this time," she whispered as her feet hit the rough-hewn steps leading up to the broad double doors. 

A bespectacled man stepped through the doorway amid a confetti shower of envelopes and leaflets. His silvery hair stood in startled spikes around a balding pate as if it too had been a victim of the explosion. 

"Too much torque in the mail conveyor," he muttered with a frown. 

"Please turn it off, Uncle Horace!" 

"Right." The old man disappeared back into the house. Within moments, the clanking stopped and silence fell over the rolling hills once again. 

Just another normal day, Rissa thought, as she surveyed the day's mail scattered in gay abandon across the landscape. 

***

-Genie Gabriel

Thursday, March 20, 2014

Rogue Angels ~ Check In



It's Check In Day.

Time to pay the piper! How did you do? How much did you write? Did words explode on your WIP?

This is the Rogue's Angels weekly check-in. Every Thursday we encourage the Angels and visitors to let us know how their writing is going.

How well are you doing?

Had problems this week? That's ok. Just sit down this coming week and write. Whatever you do, don't let difficulties from the week before get in your way this week.

Every word is one word closer to the finished product.

I've had a good week. I finished chapter eight of my WIP Storm's Passion and hope to finish chapter nine by the end of the day Friday. My Beta reader has read three chapters and likes it.

How was your week?

Wednesday, March 19, 2014

Rogues Angels Present: Patriot Priest by Patricia Daly-Lipe

Please welcome  author of The Patriot Priest.

Patricia will be awarding a $25 Amazon gift card to one randomly drawn commenter.
Don't forget to leave a comment for a chance to win.


PATRIOT PRIEST
By
Patricia Daly-Lipe




Patriot Priest tells one man's personal experience over several epochs and areas of history. It is also, in part the story of one unique individual, author Patricia Daly-Lipe's great uncle, Msgr. William A Hemmick. Born in Pittsburgh, PA, and raised in Europe, he became fluent in five languages. When the First World War broke out, he felt committed to help the troops. After the war, he was proclaimed the Patriot Priest of Picardy by the Army and Navy. After years spent in Paris, William Hemmick was asked by the Vatican to come to Rome. Ultimately he became the only American Canon of St. Peter's representing the Knights of Malta to the Holy See.
It was he who performed the nuptials of American film star Tyrone Power and Linda Christian. He also converted the future Queen Astrid of Belgium.






In 1944, when the bombers of the 8th Air Force were attacking synthetic fuel plants, another German wrote, as a boy, that despite the raids by American bombers,

We Germans never feared the Americans. When the Americans arrived, "the soldiers were friendly and approachable. Their generosity toward children was constant." But all too soon, the Americans pulled out. It was now the Russian troops taking over occupation of East Germany. "We feared the Russians," he wrote. And, although the officers were European, in the beginning, the troops were Asian. Soon, however, the Asians left and just the Europeans remained. "The Russian soldiers (and the Asians when they were there) … were especially dangerous if they had been drinking. Since they were nearly always armed, alcohol made all of the Russians very dangerous.

 This was what the children in Germany were subjected to after the war ended: irrational and often brutal behavior. Daily, the children lived under agonizing situations including hunger, cold, and fright. Yet they had resilience. Reading their stories in Wolfgang W. E. Samuel's book, The War of Our Childhood, Memories of World War II, it is awe-inspiring how that generation of German children was able to emerge from such debilitating conditions and become sane and productive human beings as adults.

Twenty-five years after the end of World War II, Adam B. Ulam wrote: "A study of the history of the past twenty-five years …can suggest which of our hopes and fears are realistic and which are not …" (Ulam's preface to The Rivals, America & Russia Since World War II) Although today (2013) the Cold War (the theme of his book) is over, the fear of a global conflict still exists. My point is that the past, and our understanding of it, enhances our ability to understand the present. Today's events take on a new interpretation in light of what came before This is what is known as historical process. This is not a search for answers; it is a search for perspective and questions. Your perspective is formed according to your source of reference: the scholar, the statesman, the politician, the military, the businessman, or, in this case, the life and time of William A. Hemmick [or my interpretation resulting from extensive research.]
In 1953, in predominance was the Soviet-U.S conflict. Some said it was not an isolated moment in history, but a natural evolution of a struggle that began in the past as we saw with Germany. Nations seeking power fall in competition for prestige and security, sea lanes and natural resources, markets and even empires. And so, some asserted in the fifties, it was precisely in this context that the Soviet Union justified its position. George F. Kennan, Secretary of the American Embassy in Moscow in the middle thirties, wrote in an article for Foreign Affairs (The Source of Soviet Conduct, 1947):








Dr. Patricia Daly-Lipe, is an Author and Artist. She has written six books, all different genres. She is winner of the San Diego Book Awards, Best Books Finalist, the JADA Novel Contest, USABookNews.com Finalist, 2009 2nd place in poetry by the Virginia Writers Club, Inc, and 2013 winner in historical fiction at the Annual Royal Dragonfly Book Awards for 'A CRUEL CALM, Paris Between the Wars and 2013 winner for her short story by the Virfginia Writers Assn.
Although born in La Jolla, California, Patricia spent equal time in Washington, D.C., home of several generations of her mother’s family.
She has taught at colleges and writing centers, written for magazines and newspapers (including the Evening Star in Washington, DC, La Jolla Village News, The Georgetowner andUptowner), and her paintings have been accepted and sold in Juried shows, art galleries, and private homes. Two of her books feature her paintings on their covers.
Patricia served as President of both the La Jolla and DC Branches of the National League of American Pen Women.
Patricia now lives in Virginia with her husband, Dr. Steele Lipe, three dogs, three horses, and two cats. For years, Patricia raised, raced, and showed Thoroughbred horses. Now she rescues them. She is the mother of three and grandmother of six children



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