It’s #bookqw and unusual ‘regret’ makes our hero pause. More from a point in the story where our heros can’t eliminate a mysterious pest that is devouring the autumn harvest, and have trouble with renegade hands hired to help them. Read on in Chapter 25: Jac blew out an exasperated puff of air, clearly ready […]
It’s #bookqw and our heroine has good reason to extend her time to ‘mourn’. More from Chapter 1: Annmar had to say no, and say it firmly and businesslike—not ladylike—before her choices were no longer her own. The door to the factory opened, admitting a brief racket and Mr. Shearing. Broad-shouldered and fit, save for […]
It’s #BookQW and ‘tired’ doesn’t dampen her love for this land—or this boy! More from Chapter 7: With Annmar’s arm firmly in Mary Clare’s grip, they crossed the farmyard. In the gathering dusk, the mountain breezes brought a freshness to the evening air, and Annmar breathed it eagerly after days indoors. The farm crops and […]
It’s #BookQW and what a magical word for my ‘steam’punk series! More from Chapter 10: Though she wanted to rub her aching temples, Annmar kept her hands folded in her lap. Mistress Gere worked magic. And what’s more, she was saying Annmar could as well. A shiver ran down Annmar’s spine. Rational thought and every […]
It’s #bookqw and our heroine almost missed a thread ‘zip’ by. I’ve been deep in reviewing my three Luminated Threads novels to reformat them and have new covers designed. Since my head was filled with Annmar and Daeryn’s story, the quote comes from their second volume, The Twisting. More: Her heart pounded. The light shone […]
It’s #BookQW and our heroine has no ‘wait’ for surprises! From Chapter Six: Rail tracks led past the building, tracks the steam loader operated on. Mr. Yates’ business must be there, at a second platform. Annmar squeezed the seal. She was eager to get this next transport arranged, so followed a path of paving stones […]
It’s #bookqw and our heroine has a ‘secret’ experiment. More from Chapter 19: She blew out a breath of disappointment. “This doesn’t tell me anything about how I did it.” They were looking at her oddly, so she admitted, “I’ve never done this before.” “Never?” they asked in unison. She didn’t blame them, but she […]