It’s time for a Tuesday Teaser. This week I’m teasing you with a new series that will start releasing this summer. It’s call The Journal.
So, what is the series about you might ask? This series will be a Time Travel Romance series that will take you on many adventures. You will spend time in medieval times with knights, in the old west with handsome cowboys, and many other places in time. You’ll find out in the first book what causes this time warp. It will be fun, exciting and romantic, so keep watching for the cover reveal that will be coming soon for ‘The Knight of Her Heart’, the first book in the series.
Yes, it’s Saturday! Didn’t think it would ever get here, but finally it is here… So what now?
As a writer, you owe it to yourself to take an adventure. Even if it’s just taking a walk in your backyard. I do my best plotting on long walks. Oh, and don’t forget about people watching. It’s a great way to study mannerisms. So get out the door and explore the world around you.
In this sweet love story, Lily slips back to a time 100 years earlier and her life takes on a whole new meaning. Can you imagine living in two worlds?
Here’s a snippet:
When
she stepped out of the car the breath left her lungs. The house was an old
Victorian with beautiful, lavender wisteria covering the porch. On the porch
was a swing and there was a red barn to the right of the house. Her legs went
weak as she stood there. This was it. This was the house in her dreams. Was she
dreaming? This couldn’t be real.
“Lily,
are you alright? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” He lightly touched her
arm.
“I’m
fine. It’s just like I’ve seen this house before. Has this house ever been in a
film or magazine that you know of?” She tried to rationalize all of this.
“Not
that I’m aware of. Could have been in a home magazine, but I don’t think so.”
At that moment a man walked across the front porch and waved at them. “There’s
Anthony. He’s the owner of the house and my nephew.” She heard the pride in his
voice.
When
they walked up on the porch she had the feeling she’d been on this porch. She
walked over to the railing and looked out across the yard toward the barn.
There was the fenced in area that was in her dream. She turned to meet the
owner and almost lost it.
The
man standing in front of her looked like the man in the dream, not exactly, but
it was definitely the same eyes. She was in complete shock. How could this be?
Anthony
held out his hand to her. “I’m Anthony Kennedy.” He noticed the strange look
she gave him. His heart took a somersault as he looked into her eyes. This was
unbelievable. He just knew this was a coincidence.
“I’m
Lily Smith and this is a gorgeous old house. How long have you owned it?” She
had to figure this out.
“Well
Lily this house has been in my family since the mid 1800’s. Old Thomas here is
my uncle. His grandmother was my great grandfather’s sister. It’s a great old
house.” He beamed with pride.
“Lily
said it looked familiar. Has it been featured in a historical magazine or
anything like that? I couldn’t remember.”
“No, but maybe you lived around here in a previous life.” He winked at her and walked over to open the front door.
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Like I said, things get crazy in this time travel romance. Surprises fill this sweet romance with each new chapter. It is under rewrites even as we speak. It’s crazy how our writing styles change, then we go back and rewrite our previously published books. This is one of my favorite stories.
Here’s one of my favorite quotes from this book:
He bowed his head and shook it from side to side. “I don’t understand how a man that’s been dead for over one hundred years can just take over your heart. How can you even think about going back to him? If you love me, how can you love him too?”
It’s Wednesday, we’re halfway to the weekend! Today I want to talk about something that affects most writers. What is that, you might ask. Well, it’s being yourself in your writing. What? Go against the grain? Yes!
As writers, we have our own style and if you didn’t know it, our own brains. When a story comes to us, it’s from us, not what current trends dictate. We need to stay true to what we know and love. If you do that, then it will show in your writing. But if you try to write to make the trends happy, it won’t be from your heart. So, be yourself in your writing.
Good morning! I’m getting excited about the upcoming release of the second Mail Order Bride book. The first book, A Light Upon My Heart became a bestseller and is one of my favs. So, to start out Tuesday, I’m posting a short teaser.
Another thirty minutes passed and she realized that maybe she’d been left at the altar, so to speak. She pulled her money purse onto her lap and did a quick check of her coins. If she was careful, she could maybe get a sandwich for the road and a ticket on the stage back to Denver. She should have enough for at least that. Just as she placed her small purse back beside her, a shadow came across her.
“Are you planning to buy a ticket back home?” A deep voice said from beside her trunk.
Grace looked up, not seeing the man’s face well due to the sun was at his back, blinding her for a moment. Then as she shaded her eyes, she saw him clear. He stood taller than even her father, and was wearing a brown cowboy hat that tilted down, hiding his eyes from her view.
“I’m not sure at the moment.” Grace didn’t know if this was Samuel or a stranger. Whoever it was had dirt and dust covering their pants and boots. She gave him a once over, unsure if this man was Samuel Andrews or not.
“Sorry to hear that. I had planned on being here before the wagon train arrived, but one of my cows decided to go into labor this morning. Needless to say, I was needed at the ranch longer than I expected.”
“So, you’re Mr. Andrews?” Grace squeaked, unable to push the dread from her tone. Somehow she didn’t know what she expected, but a dirt covered cowboy wasn’t it.
“Mr. Andrews was my father. I’m Samuel.” Samuel pulled his cowboy hat from his head, giving her a good view of his handsome face.
Grace admired his chiseled features. His eyes were bluer than the sky behind him and his tousled ebony hair was shiny and clean. She moved her gaze to his hands that held the cowboy hat. They were tanned and work roughened. She realized that she was being rude by staring at him.
With a sigh, she stood to her feet. Well, this was it. She extended her hand to him, “I’m Grace Kincaid.”
“I assumed as much. I’ll put your trunk in the back of my rig, then we’ll head out to the ranch.” He didn’t take her hand, but picked the heavy trunk up as though it weighed nothing. Then he left her standing there with her mouth gaped open. His heart was aching as he turned away from her.
Gus came out of the store, wiping his spectacles with a handkerchief. “Little lady, you might better follow him. He’s not one to wait for anything or anyone.”
“Oh, well, thank you.” She nodded at the kind man and hurried across the sidewalk. He was propping on the wagon when she started toward him. Her gaze was on him, and not the uneven ground below her feet. With a cry, she stumbled, ending up at his booted feet, dust billowing around her as embarrassment flooded her face crimson.
I hope you liked reading about Grace and Samuel’s first meeting. This couple has stolen my heart. Both of them have broken hearts, and they have a tough time finding common ground. This sweet romance will make you laugh, cry and sigh…
Now, on to today’s writing tip. You know when you have a story in your head, but you have a deadline looming on another story. Yeah, that’s a problem for a writer. But I have a solution, one that helps me out.
Good morning! I do hope everyone had a great weekend. For me, it was awesome.
When a new story idea comes into my brain, I have to get some of the idea down on paper or it will interrupt my other work. So, this is my tip. Give yourself at thirty minutes to write it down or put down an outline. Once you’ve given the new story a voice, it will help you to get back to the previous piece of work. Trust me, it helps.
Stephanie Hurt - Romance Author 