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Friday Excerpt: Indian Flare

If you’ve read my Dev Dreams, Vol One collection, you may have noticed that two of the stories have Indian main characters and involve Indian culture. Not many people know that I grew up in an Indian based community and that the culture is deeply a part of me. This excerpt is from a free story (that is also in Dev Dreams) and I wrote it entirely while I was in India. Word Count: 500 ### There was nothing Priyanka could do in the bathroom to quiet the fury of nerves in her stomach. In just a few minutes she would meet the man she would spend the rest of her life with and all she knew of him was printed on the back of his photograph that was in her bag. She had spent the nights since she found out looking at that picture and trying to imagine what kind of...

Monday Book Review: Daredevil’s Run

Daredevil’s Run (Silhouette Romantic Suspense) by Kathleen Creighton Review… Summary: Former partners and lovers who ran an adventure business together (offering rock climbing lessons and white water rafting tours), have not seen each other in five years. Not since Matt was paralyzed in a freak climbing accident. Alex tried to stick by him at the time, but Matt wasn’t able to deal with maintaining their relationship while adjusting to his new disability. Now he’s back to try to make up for his earlier behavior, but someone else has another agenda. The Good: The suspense/intrigue part is light, but it’s just enough to give the hero and heroine something to worry about. I like that the driving force of the plot is not them being...

Friday Excerpt: A new subplot

After having a lot of trouble getting any fiction writing done for the last several weeks, I’m finally back on track and working hard on a draft of Be(Longing). This small segment is part of a subplot that I think I’m going to put in. Gives Dylan more reason to work hard at achieving his dreams as a musician. Word Count: 300 ### Sandra swallowed and pursed her lips. “Yes,” she said after a moment. “But you have to understand. I’m barely surviving. We haven’t seen Dale in years. He left me with a handicapped child, working two jobs.” She gestured at Dylan, who sat slightly behind her, his hands in his lap. He didn’t say anything. He didn’t need to. By this time, he knew his part. This was not the first time his mother had used him to try to get...