There’s really not much more I can say… I mean, those prices speak for themselves…
If you’re still not convinced, however
I have been a bit lax doing this, but I thought it was about time I talked music again. I’m still part of The Countdown online music voting group, even though I’m finding time to dedicate to listening to music tight! At home, we pretty much have the Michael Jackson “This Is It” DVD on high-rotate at the toddler’s
demand request — granted, he is learning some pretty cool moves — and at work they don’t like it when I stick my headphones in… I can’t really focus on new music while writing… leaving very little time to put into it! But I try. But enough about me… Here’s a sample video compiled by one of my fellow Countdowners. If anything appeals, I encourage you to go find out more! I love that I get to hear new music from places our radio/music video stations simply don’t play.
The songs competing (and the countries they hail from
… What books would you take with you to a barren island.
You can find out which five I’d take if there was a strict limit (take a fully loaded eReader, I say!… or tablet… something that can play music, too)… Um, where was I? Right, yes, see which five I’d take and why HERE.
I’m not sure how many of these I’ll do (especially with the WIP), but I felt like sharing this little bit and the Weekend Writing Warriors’ #8Sunday is the perfect place to do it, I think. And really, how appropriate, considering my WIP is titled Warrior’s Touch, to follow on from the already released Healer’s Touch… See what I’m doing there? Yep, I’m shifting focus.
Anyway, I’m going to try not to be too spoilery, so I’ll let the sentences speak for themselves… If they don’t work out of context then, well, um… yeah…
“You sick—.” Jonas stood.
Braph was out of his chair in an instant, expanding the distance between
Number 1… but, you get the idea…
I love the lunge… and the legs in the air… and how he looks to the music video for inspiration…
Yep. I’m just damn proud that my son enjoys a boogey! We have little dance parties in his bedroom now. Usually to “Mahna Mahna”… sometimes to Kylie Minogue…
Gets me up and moving, too… Can’t be a bad thing!
Actually… number 2, but since the latest post gets to sit at the top, I’m putting my real number 1 up next… ‘Cause this is cool, and all, but…
Right. After seeing another author pop a review for their book from Amazon.co.uk up on Facebook, I thought I’d go check out how Healer’s Touch was doing over there… Yes, I do think it’s annoying that Amazon’s reviews and sales info is divided across all the various Amazons. So much more time-wasting!
Anyway, here’s a little bit:
When I first read Healer’s Touch – I immediately sensed the passion in the author’s words. The setting, characters and descriptions have been crafted well and I loved the mix of Wild West, traditional fantasy, Steampunk and medievalism. It’s unusual and handled well.
And the link to the Review (hope that works!)
Raymond Hunter’s dark past has returned and demands one final favor. Now fifteen years later, settled as an accountant and family man, he assumed life would be calm. He thought wrong. The Italian Mafia wants him back.
The directions were simple: Kill Governor Behler and be out for good.
Despite the odd request since the Mafia typically respects dignitaries, in order to protect his family, Raymond has no choice but to accept the job. He picks the date and location—Niagara Falls, New York—two hundred and forty miles away. But by the time he returns home, he finds out the assassination attempt failed, his family has been kidnapped, and he has twenty-four hours to set things right if he wants to see them again.
With time running out, Raymond discovers the real reason they wanted Behler dead and finds out he’s placed himself and his family right in the middle of a mafia power struggle. What he doesn’t realize is that law enforcement is also closing in.
Assassination of a Dignitary by Carolyn Arnold
Excerpt of Chapter 2
I stood in the cover of darkness, tucked into a corner untouched by the glow of a street light or motion-sensor spotlight. The house was a two-story brick but only home to one man.
A man stood vigil in the corner of the porch. There would be at least one more out back. If Christian hadn’t changed, both men would be carrying AK-47s.
But there would be no need to disturb them.
My heart fluttered with the adrenaline rush that used to fuel my soul on a regular basis as I contemplated the ascent to the second floor. There were two large windows that would serve as a means to propel myself upward. The brick’s mortar had become deeply inset over the years and allowed for a good toe hold. I could have done things the easy way: placed a call and accepted the mission. But I needed to prove that I wasn’t one to mess with either. He violated my home; I would his.
I hoisted my legs onto the bottom window sill and spent a moment thankful I had kept in good physical shape. I stood there, braced in front of the window, back to the world, vulnerable. I heard something ruffle and realized the two guards were moving around. I froze there while I struggled to study their movements by sound. My heartbeat thumped in my eardrums and made it hard to hear. I had to recall my breathing technique. I had to tell myself that I had nothing to lose, just like before. But so much had changed since then. Brenda’s and the kids’ faces skipped through my thoughts, and I closed my eyes willing them to obscurity.
The men were still moving around. I strained to hear. As I focused, my heartbeat relaxed in my ears and receded into a dull hum.