There are 1, 2, 3 …4 things to do here today!


There are 1, 2, 3…4 things to do here today!

1. 

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It’s time for the Sweet Saturday Samples mini hop. #SweetSat Follow this link to the other participating authors. http://sweetsatsample.wordpress.com/


My excerpt today comes from my scorching romance — Dreamscape.

Written in homage to Agatha Christie, Dreamscape is a haunting, a murder, a thriller, a mystery, and a love story that transcends time. Above all, this sensual tale is a reader’s Easter egg hunt in the truest sense. Not everything is as it appears. Peppered throughout are little clues suggesting a story running behind the scenes. Finding them isn’t necessary to the telling of the tale, just one of the fun twists I like to insert into my writing. Can you find them all before the story ends? But more importantly, can a ghost find love among the living?

Setting the Stage:
Lanie returns from a blind date. She has no idea the ghost of Jason Bowen has been waiting impatiently for her return.

She dabbed perfume behind her ears, on the inside of her wrists and at the spot above her heart. Although the fragrance was faint, he was surprised he could smell the familiar floral scent on her as she passed. That sense had been dead as long as he. Holding this piece of clothing or that before her, she appraised her reflection in the mirror with each. After four considerations, the dress she settled on was black and short—too short. He found himself frowning.

The frown persisted as the mantle clock stuck ten o’clock and deepened when it struck eleven. By eleven-thirty-two, he was in a fine pique.

Hearing Lanie’s automobile roll onto the gravel drive, he invisibly materialized downstairs to meet her at the door with his arms folded across his chest in irritation. Leaning against the wall, looking her over from head to toe as she came in talking on her telephone, he thought her lips were a little chafed, a little too swollen. She’d kissed the man she’d just met that night, no doubt more than once. The thought annoyed him more than the late hour.

“No really, I had a nice time with Jim.” She laughed. “Yes, nosy, I let him kiss me. Lexie, I know, but please no more dates until I finish the clinic. Please? I have too much to do to get sidetracked.” She laughed again. “I don’t know, maybe I will see him again. He kissed fine! Of course you can set us up again when I get things done here. I don’t know how long it’s going to be—I have the clinic to open! Yes, I know you do. No, when I’m done you’ll be the first to know. I promise. Love you, too.” She hung up the phone shaking her head. “Sheesh,” she said in exasperation, but the over-kissed smile lingered.

Irritated a great deal, he followed her upstairs and watched as she washed her face, brushed her teeth, and changed into her worn, comfortable-looking clothing. Still invisible, he didn’t follow behind her when she went back downstairs. Rather he focused his mind and appeared alongside her at the bottom. Heading to the parlor, she turned on Margaret’s television and took a seat on the sofa directly across. When kissing her date goodnight, he suddenly had the arms of an octopus. She picked up the remote and proceeded to flip through channels, feeling wired from fending off her date’s sweet but unwanted attentions. Watching her, Jason shook his head. “Oh no, sweetheart, I haven’t waited the entire night for you to lose yourself to this contrivance.” With that he projected his spirit energy into the wires that fed the machine electricity. The screen instantly filled with snow.

Lanie frowned at the snowy screen and flipped through channel after channel looking for better reception. “Oh, come on!” she told the television. After another run-through, she gave up and turned it off. “Damn it. All I wanted to do was unwind before bed.” She ran an exasperated hand over her face. There was a lot to do the following day and she knew it would take hours for her to fall asleep. A thought came to her. Most over-the-counter sleep aides were antihistamine-based. Having seasonal allergies, that was something she had readily available. That would certainly make her sleepy. No, I don’t like how my head feels in the morning. Instead she headed to the kitchen for a cup of chamomile tea.

Jason watched her go, feeling the slightest remorse for haunting her television. He reasoned he didn’t like that noisy box that for all appearances put Margaret into a daily trance. He followed her into the kitchen where he noticed her lips again. His remorse evaporated. Sharing passionate kisses with a man you just met! Annoyed, Jason swept his hand across the counter and knocked the spoon to the floor with a clatter.

Lanie jumped at the sound. Frowning, she reached under the chair where a spoon had inexplicably fallen then looked around for anything that might have knocked it on the floor, hoping she didn’t have large mice or, God forbid, rats. Setting it in the sink, she said, “I think I have ghosts.”

Here’s the Story

5-Stars
“Every once in a while you read a book that is so well written and the story so real that when you finished reading it, you almost want to cry because the story is over. This book is one of those. It seamlessly combines it all, history, romance, mystery and sensuality. Without a doubt, this was one of the BEST books I’ve ever read.” ~ Reader


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2.

hotsummerThe Hot Summer Romance Giveaway Hop sponsored by the Insatiable Reads Book Tour is happening now with two grand prizes  —  a Kindle Fire and a $50 Amazon.com gift certificate! There are 180 authors participating so you have 180 chances to win something! I’m offering reader’s choice of any of my 6 novels. Find the other participants here.
~Be sure to leave a comment with your email to win~

 

3.

10-day challengeI’m taking part in Day 1 of the 10-Day Writing Challenge. Today’s task: introduce my latest project with an elevator pitch (mini pitch) My pitch comes from my soon to be released Enchanted Skye.

Enchanted Skye

Selkie Alexander MacCodrum belongs to a venerable race of shape-shifting sea creatures. After coming upon Jenna MacLeod crying beside a tidal pool on the Isle of Skye, he swims near and finds her scattering her grandmother’s ashes on the water. Jenna has unknowingly added seven tears into the salt of the sea and revived an ancient charm that catches Alex unawares. He’ll need to convince Jenna to love him or he’ll pine for that love until he ends his life just to stop the longing. Unfortunately, they get off to a very bad start when Alex meets Jenna in his human form later that day. Everyone who knows Alex’s secret tries to help bring the two together. But the situation is made worse when Jenna learns her dangerous ex-boyfriend Carl is coming to Skye and she must leave. Carl has made it perfectly clear — if he can’t have her, no one can.

4. and follow my links, I’m busy today!

bee1I have a Leonardo da Vinci post up on author Toni Sweeney’s blog today
http://www.tonivsweeney.com/tvsweeney@tonivsweeney.com/Blog/Entries/2013/7/18_Loving_Leonardo_and_After.html

I’m in on the Christmas in July hop too!
http://calliopeswritingtablet.blogspot.com/

and I’m doing the My Sexy Saturday! http://calliopesotherwritingtablet.blogspot.com/

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About ~RoseAnderson

Rose Anderson is an award-winning author and dilettante who loves great conversation and delights in discovering interesting things to weave into stories. Rose also writes under the pen name Madeline Archer.
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