May I introduce: Glenn Maynard "Desert Son" @GlennMaynard64





Desert Son
by  Glenn Maynard


Blurb:
Carter Spence is a 26 year-old accountant out of Boston who has an out-of-body experience following a car accident that kills his parents. He views the chaos from above the scene of the accident, then passes through the tunnel and reunites with relatives who have long been dead. A woman he does not recognize approaches him and says, "Welcome, son." Her message to him is that he needs to be aware of his true identity and should follow signs that will lead him there. She mentions mountains, but Carter is jolted back into his physical body before she can finish. After burying his parents, Carter heads west and meets a free-spirit named Brenda, whom he is drawn to on many levels. She becomes his travelling companion and leads him to Boulder, Colorado, and to an old white house of an old man named Martin. Diaries, hypnosis, and past-life regression reveal a bizarre connection between these three. Carter discovers that the truth to his identity can only be found by pursuing the answer to whether he is the reincarnation of his biological father in what is shaping up to be a love affair rekindled beyond the grave."


Where to buy the book:
http://www.amazon.com/Desert-Son-Glenn-Maynard/dp/1612963129
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/desert-son-glenn-maynard/1118627014?ean=9781612963129
http://www.blackrosewriting.com/romance/desert-son


About the Author:
Glenn Maynard is the author of the books "Strapped Into An American Dream" and "Desert Son." He has a Bachelor of Arts degree in English from the University of Connecticut, and a degree in Communications. After spending 4 years living in Denver, Colorado, he returned home to Connecticut and now resides in Wethersfield. Glenn has a 14 year-old son named Andrew. As a travel correspondent for three newspapers while exploring the United States, Canada
and Mexico during his one-year journey, Glenn published a total of twenty newspaper articles. His story was captured on the NBC local news upon his return.

Website: http://www.glennmaynard.weebly.com/
Twitter: http://bit.ly/1TL1etJ
Facebook: http://on.fb.me/1XQNa20
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Excerpt:
“Ouch…shit!” she screamed out, dropping the cup, and
watching it splatter onto the floor. The coffee reached Carter’s
feet, and wiped out the pastry boxes that were stacked up on a
shelf against the wall. The little foreign man behind the counter
threw his hands up in the air and started blurting out incoherent
words in his own language. He went into a back room and returned
moments later with a mop and bucket, and several small white
rags.
Carter grabbed a couple of rags from his hand and started
wiping the coffee from the girl’s shoes, and kept repeating to the
girl, “Are you ok?” He finally looked into the girl’s eyes and
stopped in his tracks, silenced in the middle of yet another inquiry
as to her condition. Her long, silky black hair hung straight down
to the middle of her back. He noticed by the calm look on her face
that she was more embarrassed than anything else. With the rag in
his hand, Carter grabbed both her hands and began wiping them
clean. Her blue eyes were highlighted by multicolor eyeliner,
which was a wild but pleasing look to Carter.
“I’m okay,” she said, thanking Carter for his assistance. Her
teeth sparkled more so than her eyes, sometimes even reflecting
the sun. She was average looking, but seemingly wilder than Carter
had been used to. She existed in this dark gothic-like aura, which
intrigued Carter. Sure, she had a nice smile, but something about
this girl drew Carter in. Something dark and wild exuded from this
brief encounter.
“I think my hands are dry now,” she said to Carter through a
chuckle.
“Oh, I’m okay, I mean…I’m sorry,” said Carter, nervous and
embarrassed that his attraction and affections were out in the
open. They locked eyes for what seemed an eternity. Carter was no
longer embarrassed. He was struck. There was something about
this girl that Carter needed at this moment in time. Maybe she was
in his shoes, he thought. Maybe she was searching like he was
searching.

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Today's hook

Olivia was Georgia’s daughter. Georgia was Jeri’s cousin, but to avoid confusion they all agreed on Olivia being her niece. Jeri loved Olivia like her own daughter and had often babysat her when she’d been younger. They’d been to movies, concerts, and Jeri had even been along to one of her niece’s trips to Melbourne to visit Olivia’s best friend Mia, who had moved across the Bass Strait.
As Jeri walked down the streets to her car, she replayed her conversation with her
niece in her mind.
“How are your blind dates going?” her niece had asked as she came into Jeri’s gallery a couple of days ago.
She’d shrugged. “I have a winner’s luck getting hooked up with all the duds in town.” Jeri remembered hesitating, contemplating whether to speak the words in her head. Was she destined to live alone after her divorce? She wasn’t looking for the man of her dreams, just companionship. Someone to go out with once in a while. Someone to share her day’s highlights or nightmares with.
“You should meet the guy from next door,” Olivia said. “He’s like sex on legs.

Honestly.”



Blurb:
A blind date that doesn't happen might lead to love. 

After her divorce, Jeri Belmont moved to Hobart and now runs a successful art gallery. When her niece sets her up with a neighbour, Jeri expects a blind date like all the others. But she never expected her date wouldn’t even show up because of her age. Despite feeling unjustly judged, when she unexpectedly runs into him again, she finds it hard to ignore Ely’s charm. 

Ely Lennox knows he shouldn’t have skipped the blind date because of the lady’s age. After all, it had only been a date, not a lifetime commitment. When his carpentry business takes him right to the woman he bailed out on, his guilt turns into regret when he finds out she’s everything a man could hope for. How can he convince Jeri he made a big mistake? 

Will she forgive him? Or is she hiding behind something else? 



    






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Welcome to Tuesday ... Welcome to Tuesday Tales ...

Time for a new story. This one has no title, yet, and has been on the back burner for a few years now. I think I posted one or two excerpts, but I felt lost in the story at some stage, so hopefully with prompts and some feedback I might finish it.

Today's prompt is SWALLOW

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Placing the photo back into the diary I over carefully turned the pages. After all, this little book was almost twice as old as me. Then the name “Konrad” jumped out at me. Grandpa! I swallowed hard. It had to be him I thought. I blessed mum’s heart for teaching me the old German alphabet, Fraktur, which made the reading so much easier. I traced each line with my finger and within seconds I was completely engulfed in Grandma’s story.

“I received word from Konrad today. Finally the postman had a letter for me. I was hardly able to open the envelope my hands were shaking so much. It was wonderful to hear from him, but he’s doing it tough. He’s in Greece and it must be a beautiful place. They travelled through the Austrian Alps to get there. The way he described the mountains, the snow-capped peaks reflecting the sun, towering over him, it made him feel humble. The children loved hearing from him and him describing the scenery. They miss him. And so do I.”

Well, at least I think that’s what it says. I’m a bit rusty on the old German. But I’m sure my uncle Georg might be able to help me out. Only one more week until I will start my journey to where it all began.

Anyway, my name is Sadie. Yes, please spare me the old John Farnham tune, I’ve had it most of my life. Oh, don’t get me wrong, nothing bad about John Farnham, after all, he’s “The Voice”, right? But the Sadie comment does get a bit tiring!

So, Mum died a few weeks back and now I’m stuck on this massive airplane with Grandma’s diary in my bag. It’s kind of weird snooping in Grandma’s deepest thoughts and feelings, but in a way it’s fascinating going back in history. Hey, but not only going back in history, but also to a different continent. Mum was born in Germany, but left in her twenties and came to Australia. Quite a journey those days, and she’d told me a lot about it. Kind of scary actually to just leave everything behind. I mean, after all there was no internet or the chance to quickly call home to say Hey everyone I’ve arrived and settled in this super tiny town of Beauty Creek. No those days you had to write the old fashioned letters and wait a couple of months for a reply.



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It has enjoyed another full edit and an awesome new cover.

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Advice is what we ask for when we already 
know the answer, but wish we didn't.”



I've moved forward a little ... Flynn McCormack is now sitting in the 
hotel cafe with Teresa and William Gibbs. This is the start of their conversation.


Flynn had liked her <Sarah> from the first day he had seen her in high school after he            had moved to Launceston with his parents. Her brown curly hair, the freckles she had
desperately tried to cover with make-up. And her smile! He had never forgotten her
smile.
“How’re you going, Will?”
“I can’t complain, son,” William smiled. “I retired last year and I’m glad we’re                          having–”
“William!” Teresa interrupted in a harsh voice.
Flynn’s mouth curved into a bitter smile as he shook his head. Nothing had changed
between these two people. “Retired, eh?”
William nodded, but it seemed he knew better than to say anything else. They all
watched the waiter as he placed another tray of tea onto the table. William dunked                 the teabag a few times, then took a sip. “You seem to be doing well, son.”
Flynn choked back a chuckle, and echoed the same sentiment. “Can’t complain.”
“Well,” Teresa interrupted. “We haven’t got all day, and we have to get back to the
room soon.”
“Suits me fine.” Flynn replied nonchalantly.
“We need to talk to you about Sarah.”
Flynn’s eyebrows shot up as he turned to her. She had his attention. “How is Saz?”



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May I introduce: Becky Lower "The Forgotten Debutante"






The Forgotten Debutante
by  Becky Lower


Blurb:
In 1863, fifteen-year-old Saffron Fitzpatrick, along with the rest of the country, is war-weary. Her entire teenage years have been spent mourning the dead and following the battles, instead of dancing at her debutante ball.
Ezekial Boone ran away with his older brothers when he was just thirteen to join the fighting, thinking it would be great fun. When his four brothers died during the intense fighting in Chancellorsville, he decided it was time to return home.
These two souls come together for a brief moment when Saffron helps Ezekial on his way from the battlefield to the farm. They share a kiss, a first for both of them, and a fond memory.
Fate brings them together once more, three years after their first encounter. They find they have more in common than a wild ride through the city and begin to build a relationship.
Even though the war is over and people are tired of fighting and death, Saffron and Zeke may not be able to find their happy-ever-after, especially if an older protective brother and the Army have anything to say about it.



Where to buy the book:
Amazon page: http://amzn.to/1FOy3Sd
Purchase Link: http://amzn.to/1V0b11r

About the Author:
Amazon best-selling author Becky Lower has traveled the country looking for great settings for her novels. She loves to write about two people finding each other and falling in love, amid the backdrop of a great setting, be it on a covered wagon headed west or in present day small town America.  Historical and contemporary romances are her specialty. Becky is a PAN member of RWA and is a member of the Historic and Contemporary RWA chapters. She has a degree in English and Journalism from Bowling Green State University, and lives in an eclectic college town in Ohio with her puppy-mill rescue dog, Mary. She loves to hear from her readers at beckylowerauthor@gmail.com. Visit her website at www.beckylowerauthor.com


Website: www.beckylowerauthor.com
Facebook: http://facebook.com/becky.lower
Twitter: http://twitter.com@BeckyLower1
Pinterest: http://pinterest.com/authorbeckyl/
Blog: http://beckylowerauthor.blogspot.com
Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6159227.Becky_Lower



Excerpt:
New York City
July 15, 1863
     Releasing a shallow breath, Saffron Fitzpatrick glided down the stairs on slippered feet, avoiding the creaky spots with unerring accuracy from years of practice. She surveyed the hallway and let out the rest of the air from her lungs. All the servants were still in the basement, preparing the noonday meal. If she hurried, she could escape the house undetected. She ran to the back door, her curls bouncing around her head, and let herself out into the yard.
Heart pounding, she stood, back up against the door, and listened. No frantic footsteps from inside the house meant her break to freedom had gone unnoticed so far.
     After two days of being housebound due to the draft riots, Saffron had tired of heeding her father’s warnings to stay indoors. Even though his motives were sound and he was only trying to protect her from the roaming mobs, she would surely perish from boredom if she spent one more moment inside. Although her intent to breathe some fresh air was dashed, because the city was foul with smoke from the fires being set around town, she still cherished the freedom of being outdoors. Her skin erupted in goosebumps at her boldness. She cringed back against the door as the distant shouts came closer.
     But she had a mission: she needed to see Biscuit. She could certainly get from the family brownstone to the carriage house in their backyard without running into any of the rioters, couldn’t she? Talking to a horse beat staring at her bedroom ceiling. Or reading another boring book. Her intent clear, she pushed herself away from the door and ran to the small building.
      She opened the door to the carriage house. Diffused lighting came through the windows near the roofline and the cool air was filled with a familiar, comfortable combination of hay, horse dung, and leather. Saffron inhaled the scents as she waited for her eyes to become accustomed to the subdued light. Biscuit nickered a nervous greeting. She tiptoed across the brick floor toward Biscuit’s stall.
     And came to an abrupt halt.
     The apples, which Saffron kept in a bucket to dole out to the horse, were all gone. As were the carrots. Someone had been in the carriage house, and possibly still was. Perhaps one of the marauders had scaled the stone wall surrounding their backyard, and came in here to set the carriage house on fire. But why would he have removed all the produce first? Her heart began to beat erratically, and her hand went to her throat.

     She backed toward the door, hoping if she were quiet, whoever was or had been in the carriage house would not notice her. She’d go back to the house and sound an alarm. Then, armed with the servants, she could return and confront whoever was here. But Biscuit nickered again. If someone was intent on setting fire to the carriage house, Saffron needed to take her horse into the yard first, then call for the servants. She picked up a hayfork and made her way forward, her slippers not making a sound as they moved over the floor. She opened the door to the stall and found what was upsetting her horse, and the answer to why all the good treats were gone. A Union soldier was asleep in the hay next to Biscuit. Lord in merciful heaven! Of all things! 

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Today's hook
Jeri Belmont checked the time on her watch. It was twenty past six, and they’d agreed to meet at six.
He was late!

Steaming inside, and less than impressed by her blind date, she took another sip of the Chardonnay as she gazed around the restaurant. Everyone was engulfed in their conversations, but occasionally one of the patrons glanced at her. She shrugged it off, confident in sitting on her own in the town’s most elegant restaurant. What she couldn’t shrug off, though, was her date being late. She drank the last little bit of her wine, paid, and left. A deep disappointment settled in the pit of her stomach, surprising her, because it hadn’t been the first time she’d been on a blind date that ended with the guy not showing up. She suppressed a groan as she thought of the man she’d met only a few weeks earlier. Admittedly, he’d been nice, but not at all what he’d pretended to be in the details she received from the “Your Future Heart” agency. Yet, this rejection hurt inside. Olivia had told her so much about her neighbour, and she’d trusted her niece when she’d assured he’d be there.



Blurb:
A blind date that doesn't happen might lead to love. 

After her divorce, Jeri Belmont moved to Hobart and now runs a successful art gallery. When her niece sets her up with a neighbour, Jeri expects a blind date like all the others. But she never expected her date wouldn’t even show up because of her age. Despite feeling unjustly judged, when she unexpectedly runs into him again, she finds it hard to ignore Ely’s charm. 

Ely Lennox knows he shouldn’t have skipped the blind date because of the lady’s age. After all, it had only been a date, not a lifetime commitment. When his carpentry business takes him right to the woman he bailed out on, his guilt turns into regret when he finds out she’s everything a man could hope for. How can he convince Jeri he made a big mistake? 

Will she forgive him? Or is she hiding behind something else? 



    






Tuesday Tales - MIRROR ~ Where #Authors #Write to a #Prompt ~ #Tuesdaybookblog #Books


 

Welcome to Tuesday ... Welcome to Tuesday Tales ...

Time for a new story. This one has no title, yet, and has been on the back burner for a few years now. I think I posted one or two excerpts, but I felt lost in the story at some stage, so hopefully with prompts and some feedback I might finish it.

Today's prompt is MIRROR

Enjoy - and feel free to leave a comment. And don't forget to click the link below to go back to the main Tuesday Tale site for more stories by very talented authors.




I couldn’t believe it when I found Grandma’s diary in one of Mum’s boxes amongst books, magazines, records, and even a mirror, a few weeks back. It was a bit like a “wow” moment, and I remember staring at it for a while. A while that could’ve been a few seconds, or a few minutes. Who knows? I carefully touched it and gently traced the outside before I opened it. Wondering what I would find, or read, perhaps discover. Then I rolled my eyes, thinking, for God’s sake, it’s just a diary.
But it was Grandma’s diary! I think I was around ten or eleven when grandma died. We flew to Germany for the funeral. It was a big event, and I met a lot of people who introduced themselves as uncles, aunties, cousins, and the likes. I had no idea. Well, I was only little. Or young, even though little as well. So Mum hid this treasure from me all my young life. I’m not ten anymore, as you would’ve guessed. Yes, I have just turned thirty-one. Lost the love of my life, after we had been together for about three and a bit years, but most importantly, I lost my Mum. It took a while longer to accept those news. All of a sudden she was gone. No, it wasn’t cancer. It was her heart. Bang! One day she was happy, complaining I still hadn’t settled down, the next day – gone!

I carefully open up the diary and flick through a first few pages. An old sepia coloured photo falls into my lap. It shows a woman with long hair. I assume it’s blonde, but it’s hard to tell with the lack of colours. The woman is smiling and squinting into the camera. She looks beautiful, even in the old-fashioned daggy clothes. I study the photo and notice she’s very skinny under the clothes. Her hair is tight up in a ponytail which hangs across her shoulder. She’s got beautifully shaped eyes and from the sepia colour I can only assume they’re of a darker colour in real life. Her smile is genuine and I wonder about the reason is behind the smile. I hold the photo a bit closer and notice some freckles on her face. I smile. Just like me. And then I turn the photo over and read in Mum’s handwriting: Hedwig Maria Stein. It’s my grandma! I turn the photo again and have another close look. Mum always said I reminded her of Grandma. Especially my eyes. So I assume Grandma had green eyes like me. I hold my hand over her eyes on the photo and check out Grandma’s mouth. It’d be nice to think I’ve got full lips like her. And I cannot believe what I’m seeing. I squint as I move the photo even closer. Grandma even has the small gap in her front teeth like me. Cool!



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Snippet Sunday - INNOCENT TEARS - 20/03/2016 #romance #reading #bookpromo



~~~
 
 
INNOCENT TEARS has been re-released.
It has enjoyed another full edit and an awesome new cover.

Here's another little snippet.

THANK YOU

~~~

Advice is what we ask for when we already 
know the answer, but wish we didn't.”



I've moved forward a little ... Flynn McCormack is now sitting in the 
hotel cafe with Teresa and William Gibbs. This is the start of their conversation.


“What is this, Teresa?” he asked without looking at her.
“There’s no reason to get testy,” Teresa countered, signalling for William to join them as he entered the cafĂ©.
“Look, I haven’t got all day. I’m very busy.”
Flynn raised his head slightly and nodded at William, who sat down opposite him. As he studied the man, he wondered if it was life with Teresa that made him look so much beyond his age. He couldn’t be older than sixty. Flynn took another sip and the corner of his mouth twitched into a grin as he remembered William’s fiftieth birthday party in the Gibbs’ backyard just outside Launceston – and his stomach ached as he thought of Sarah. It had been a while since memories had popped up in his head, but when he did, he missed her. William reminded Flynn so much of her.



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