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Story Inspiration for Stone Of Destiny

August 6, 2014 admin 2 Comments

Behind the scenes with Stone of Destiny by Mary L. Ball

Wouldn’t it be great if we could look ahead and see our destiny? There are fortunetellers who claim that for a price they can tell you what lies ahead. Most of it’s lucky guessing and common knowledge which statically fits 95% of all individuals.

What if an object could change the outcome of our future? People everywhere would struggle to get hold of any item-if they thought it would clear the path to a carefree life.

The truth is there is no way of looking into a crystal ball and knowing what you’ll be doing five years from now and I’ve never known a rabbit’s foot to guaranteeing that life will be a bed of roses. Think about it, the rose is a beautiful soft flower, but the stem has thorns. At times, we all face an unpleasant situation and wish there was a magic potion for problems. Some of us have an inclination to hold onto sentimental objects, and place our dreams around them. YA fantasy books portray many of those imagines.

One day I passed by my oldest grandson reading a fantasy book. I glanced at it and immediately thought. I need to write about a different kind of magic, a divine guidance that comes from faith and trust. Over the next few days Stone of Destiny was born.

The novel focuses on a sapphire ring and the importance it plays in a family’s life. I choose this symbol because the dark-blue gem is my birthstone. Once the manuscript was submitted to Prism Book Group and the edits began, I began to second-guess the story.

Does it really fit the message I want to convey?

Have I been true to myself while writing this book?

As I pondered those questions Joan, the editor-in-chief of Prism Book Group emailed and said, “Mary, have you researched the Christian meaning of the sapphire stone?” She sent me a link to follow. I hadn’t check out anything about the sapphire, but as I read the information, I smiled. The words, “the sapphire symbolizes mental clarity, faithfulness and truth,” explained the underlining plot of my story. When I continued, the explanation said, “The sapphire is often called the stone of destiny,” I knew that once again, the Lord used someone to answer my concerns and that the fictional story should be told.

Stone of Destiny blurb:

Taylor Harrison has given up on everything but her work. The youngest CEO of Mugful’s Beverage Company, her life is complete. That is, until her grandmother asks her to oversee renovations at the family home and find the missing heirloom.

First contact with what she believes is an insignificant ring, lost for fifty years, sends her life spinning. Taylor experiences strange dreams. Feelings surface; she doesn’t understand; thoughts that should remain unspoken, voiced.

Taylor’s emotional journey begins, testing a heart as cold as the ring itself.

Is this a fairy-tale or her soul, reaching out for a life she can only find through faith and trust in God?

Amazon.com: Stone of Destiny eBook: Mary L Ball: Books

Bio-

Mary L. Ball lives in North Carolina and writes Christian fiction novels blended with romance to encourage readers to see the wonder of love and divine mercy.

When she’s not working on her latest story, she enjoys fishing, reading, and singing with her husband.

Readers can connect with her on Face Book and Twitter. https://twitter.com/inspires4mary

https://www.facebook.com/pages/Inspirational-author-Mary-L-Ball/200478210087932?ref=hl

Character Interview

Character Interview by Bonnie McCune

July 31, 2014 admin 1 Comment

Today I welcome Bonnie McCune who shares insight into the heroine of her latest novel titled Falling Like a Rock.

How about you introduce yourself by providing the basics?

Hi, I’m Elaine Svoboda, twenty-eight, middling height, curly reddish hair. I like to think I’m in control of my life and headed in the right direction, but something always seems to go wrong. Like especially with men. Two serious boyfriends turned out to be losers. The current one Joe (who just happens to be mayor of the mountain town I’ve moved to) is not impressed by me, to put it mildly.

Where were you raised?

Cincinnati, Ohio. Mostly lived there, went to school there, worked there. So traveling from there, first to Denver, then to the little town of Falling Rock, has been an adventure. I’ve begun to appreciate the joys of small towns, the mountains, and natural areas.

Family members?

My family is back in Cincinnati. Grandparents, immigrants from what now is the Czech Republic, are flag-waving patriots. My parents are dedicated and skilled teachers. As for my older brother and sister, they always have excelled in everything they do. Over-achievers. I doubt I can match them, although I try.

Did you always want to be a communications and marketing person?

No, I first studied nursing, but for some reason, always wound up dealing with the public—publications, events, campaigns. But because I have an early background in nursing, I used that in an earlier job in Cincinnati and am applying it some in my current position. Only temporary, I’m afraid, but loads of fun. I’m running a weight-loss program for anyone in town who wants to compete.

What’s the craziest thing that’s ever happened to you?

When I got fired recently, I pulled up stakes to follow my boyfriend to Denver. On the way there, my car broke down, and I was rescued by a COWBOY! I was thrilled to be in the West and discover a real gentleman under his Stetson.

What attracts you to a man?

I’m proud to say, my tastes are changing. I used to be taken in by easy charm and good looks. With my move to Falling Rock, I’m now finding that a man’s strength—of character as well as muscles—is important. A man who’s absolutely honest and respects a woman’s opinions and talents. A man whose profile may not be perfect, in fact might be rugged, but with a lively intelligence that is irresistible. Wait! That sounds like the mayor of Falling Rock!

BLURB:

When you’re ‘falling like a rock,’ you’ll risk anything.

Unloved and unemployed. That’s Elaine Svoboda, after she’s sacked, then flees across country to her boyfriend who drops her flat. Teetering on the abyss of disaster, she calls an old friend who invites her to a tiny mountain town with fresh prospects. There she meets rugged, hunky Joe Richter-Leon, mayor of Falling Rock.

Maybe he can help her find a job. Maybe they can become friends, even share romance. Sparks fly immediately, but major obstacles make a new life on the ashes of the old appear impossible. Joe’s consumed with challenges like the dismal local economy and an impetuous sister. Elaine butts heads with him at every turn in the rocky road. Are her bungling attempts to help the problem? Or does she remind him of a greedy, selfish ex-wife?

Before they can build a new life on the ashes of the old, she must overcome a few obstacles like a broken ankle, an eating disturbance, his stubbornness, and her own fears. She’s smothering her hopes when a battle with a forest inferno illuminates their true feelings and desire.

Funny and frank, poignant and perceptive, when two people are “Falling Like a Rock,” they learn surrender sometimes means victory.

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EXCERPT

The movement now wasn’t rocking but more like a grind. A slowness. A shiver. She knew she had to leave the main road and find help. She swerved onto a pull-off that appeared as if by a miracle, turned off the motor, and sank into the seat. In all directions she saw flat monotone prairie. If spring was about to arrive, no sign of it blossomed here. An occasional bush of greenish sagebrush nodded, but most of the landscape consisted of earth-toned dirt and dirt-toned pebbles scoured by a constant wind, which threw a thin top layer of particles hither and yon.

What she knew about auto mechanics fit on a matchbook cover. She’d been shown where to fill up on gas and wiper fluid, and that was the extent of it. She flicked the ignition off and on several times, peered at the dashboard, even popped the hood. Nothing looked out of place or broken.

She returned to the driver’s seat to think and worry her tooth with her tongue. It wasn’t safe to sit out here alone, and dismal warnings from her parents to never trust a casual passerby in a situation like this darted in her mind. So she hauled out her cell phone. No service. She slumped in her seat.

The plains spread horizon to horizon around her, and an appreciation rose in her for the courage and hard work of the pioneers who had traveled one slow step at a time over an endless landscape to reach their new homes. At least nowadays an asphalt ribbon transversed the plateau. On the road an occasional semi whooshed past, rattling her vehicle as it traveled. One trucker slowed to a crawl and honked, but by the time she decided he was offering help, he’d disappeared.

She twisted her brain in knots to find some way to save herself. Surely if she were careful, stayed in her car and blinked her lights and beeped, someone should rescue her. Perhaps she should wait until a woman stopped, but another female would be as afraid to pull over as she to chance an encounter.

Clouds began to build in gray billows, flowed from west en route the east, and the sun plunged toward twilight. If anything terrified her more than an appeal to a stranger for assistance, it was spending the night out here in the open. In her rearview mirror, a battered Land Rover appeared, and almost on impulse, Elaine switched on her hazard lights and leaned on the horn.

The vehicle slowed but didn’t stop. Not until it was some yards down the road. Next a tall, lean figure climbed out, the engine still in operation. A man dressed in jeans, ski jacket, and a black Stetson. Elaine would have laughed if she hadn’t been worried about the security of the car door locks. She was in the West now. It made sense for a cowboy to show up.

He approached with careful deliberation, halting a few feet from her, and she rolled her window down several inches and studied him in case she had to describe him later to the authorities. Not particularly suave or polished, but certainly with the rugged strength typically associated with cowboy types. Dark, as if he spent time outside or had some Mediterranean or Latino ancestors. A prominent nose, off-centered, perhaps from being bashed once too often.

“Need help, ma’am?”

BUY LINKS:

AMAZON ebook

AMAZON paperback

BARNES & NOBLE ebook

BARNES & NOBLE paperback

SMASHWORDS

BIO & contact info

Bonnie McCune lives in Colorado and is the author of novels, novellas and short stories. A writer since the fifth grade, her interest in the craft led to her career in nonprofits doing public and community relations and marketing. Simultaneously, she’s published news and features as a free-lancer. For years, she entered recipe contests and was a finalist once to the Pillsbury Cook Off. A special love is live theater. Had she been nine inches taller and thirty pounds lighter, she might have been an actress. Her entire family is book-mad. Bonnie’s writing explores the highs and lows of everyday people and their unique lives with humor, close attention, and appreciation. Her blog addresses “ordinary people, extraordinary lives” and also features samples of shorter works

Email: Bonnie@BonnieMcCune.com

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Guest Interview–Jennifer DeCuir

July 23, 2014 admin 2 Comments

Welcome to Crimson Romance author Jennifer DeCuir who is my guest today and has lots of share.

What’s the logline that describes your writing?

Visit Scallop Shores – Fall in love in a small town. Small town contemporary… that’s me.

What are your hobbies away from the computer?

I love to crochet and I have the yarn hoard to prove it. Baby items are my favorite to make and give as shower gifts. My kids’ teachers get crocheted gifts every year.

If you use music while writing, name your favorite types.

I concentrate best if there are no words. I prefer movie soundtracks. I love “Concerning Hobbits” from Lord of the Rings, the Game of Thrones opening theme song, Last of the Mohicans music – I even have some from Frozen (just not “Let it Go”). I’ve tried Enya and Loreena McKinnett but it just throws off my focus, no matter how beautiful the music.

Can you share a tip about what you do when you get stuck in creating a story?

I hit the shower. Seriously, there is something about the water drumming down that brings me my best “aha” moments. I have an Aqua Notes notepad and pencil in the shower stall to make sure I can write it all down as soon as it pops into my head.

Do you write in a genre other than the one of this release?

I’ve never had the nerve to write anything but contemporary romance, but I have a nugget of an idea for a series of paranormal books, each focusing on a different mythological creature. It’s percolating.

What’s your dream vacation destination?

Ahhh… Ireland. Anywhere in Ireland, really. And for as long as I can stay. Have I ever been? Nope. It’s still just a dream.

Do you use visual aids (storyboards, Pintrest, collages) when plotting or writing?

Yes! Pinterest is invaluable in helping me picture my characters, my town, everything I need. When I was writing Five of Hearts and was picturing a young Chris Hemsworth as Dean Patterson, my husband went out and bought me a large Thor action figure. He stood on my desk every day while I wrote that book. I have a drawing of a fairy that my daughter made when she was five years old, that was the start of Drawn to Jonah.

Are you a pet person? If so, what do you have?

I LOVE pets! Currently we have two cats and a rescue pup named Luna.

What do you hope readers gain from your stories?

The warm fuzzies. Seriously, I’m not trying to solve world issues or presume to teach lessons. I just want my readers to have a chance to check out for a little while… leave their troubles behind and just relax and enjoy a fun story with a guaranteed happily-ever-after.

Those are the questions Linda has graciously provided. I welcome any others you’d love answered. Leave your questions in the comment section and I will answer them asap. Thanks so much!

Praise from a 5-star review…

“I set out for a relaxing afternoon of reading and ended up on a rollercoaster of emotion. I feel as if I now have a motley crew of friends, that range from open and vulnerable to cantankerous. Taking the step outside of Scallop Shores made me miss it more than I thought I would.”

BLURB:

A childhood promise brings Wynter and Sam together again after tragedy ripped them apart over ten years earlier. Fate has given him a second chance to tell her how he feels. This time he’s not going to run.

EXCERPT:

Now came the hard part. Sam wasn’t expecting her. More to the point, he’d been avoiding her for the last twelve years. She knew the reception she’d get wouldn’t be a welcome one. But that was okay. She had her trump card—a promise Sam had made years ago. Her baby’s future depended on him honoring that promise. Her means of escape having driven away, Wynter took a deep breath and knocked at the big red door.

She shuffled her feet, wishing she’d had enough money to purchase a thick pair of winter boots for her impromptu cross-country adventure. Okay, to be fair, there really hadn’t been much time. One minute she held a one-way ticket to Florida, purchased by her parents, the next she had changed her destination, and hopefully, the overall direction of her life.

At one time, too long ago for her taste, Sam had been her rock, one of her closest friends and someone she could go to in a moment of crisis. Now Wynter was newly widowed, about to raise a baby on her own. She could no longer afford the apartment she had shared with her husband in California. And, at thirty years old, she was forced to consider moving back in with her parents—an option she’d desperately like to avoid. If ever there was a moment of crisis, this was it.

Why wasn’t Sam answering the door? Wynter’s eyes flew to the curtain-covered window beside the door, looking for movement. Did he know who was out there? Had he seen the ugly green and orange cab pull up and dump out the last person on Earth that he expected to see? Was he hiding on the other side of the door, willing her to turn around and walk the five miles or so to town?

Well, it wasn’t going to happen. Wynter swallowed hard, past the lump forming in her throat. Her Sam wouldn’t leave her out on his doorstep to freeze. His mom had raised him right. Even if he didn’t want her there, he’d invite her in to warm up and rest. She rubbed her arms and stamped her sneakered feet. He wasn’t here. She hadn’t even considered that option.

A little bit wildly now, she paid closer attention to her surroundings. The next house over was barely visible through the spindly winter-bare trees on the other side of the road. Sam’s covered porch offered little in the way of protection from the wind. Fear clawing at her throat, Wynter eyed the glass windows and pondered how she might break in. But any rocks were buried beneath at least a foot of snow, and the only furniture on the porch was a swing, attached to the shingled roof with thick chains.

She crumpled onto the swing, defeat sapping the rest of her strength. Making herself as small as possible, she huddled against the cold wood, tears stinging the backs of her eyelids. Her idea had been to ask Sam for a place to stay, temporarily. She knew, through his sister, that he lived alone. She’d intended to look for a job, something she could walk to until she saved up enough for a beater car. Choking on a sob, Wynter realized the futility of her hastily made plans.

She hadn’t counted on Sam living in the boonies. She wasn’t sure where the actual town was, or if there was even the possibility of a job. Wynter was so desperate to stay independent, to keep her domineering parents from taking over her life and the raising of her child that she’d run to the one person she could think of.

“Where are you, Sam? I need you.” And the tears that had threatened from the moment the cab started to creep deeper and deeper into no-man’s land finally caught up with her.

Hunching into her thick parka and pulling her knees up as best she could, Wynter tucked herself into the swing and gave in to the hopelessness that she could no longer hold at bay. Wrapping her arms protectively around the life that grew inside her, she started to cry.

BUY LINKS:

Buy links for Wynter’s Journey:

Crimson Romance: http://www.adamsmediastore.com/wynters-journey

Amazon: http://amzn.to/Qlv4cG

B & N: http://bit.ly/1m2yOxy

iTunes: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/wynters-journey/id841057559?mt=11

Kobo: http://store.kobobooks.com/en-US/ebook/wynter-s-journey

Google Play: https://play.google.com/store/books/details/Jennifer_DeCuir_Wynter_s_Journey?id=SlsXAwAAQBAJ

BIO:

Jennifer DeCuir lives in the Pacific Northwest where sunshine is at a premium and coffee is a must. Her crazy family keeps her hopping and provides an endless supply of writing ideas. Chocolate keeps her sane.

Author web contact links:

Website: www.jenniferdecuir.com

Facebook: http://on.fb.me/HdgQXi

Twitter: http://bit.ly/160UYHt

Pinterest: http://bit.ly/1aE8XBg

Goodreads: http://bit.ly/1k35SPl

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International Author’s Day

July 18, 2014 admin 3 Comments

In honor of International Author’s Day, I’m sharing a bit of my personal reading tastes.

As with most things in life, reading tastes change at different phases in our lives. As a young woman, I loved reading family sagas where the content of the massive book covered multiple generations of an extended family. Favorite authors were John Jakes, James Michener, Colleen McCullough and Belva Plain. As I became a mother, I had less time for reading and turned to shorter length stories—which is when I discovered Harlequin novels. I loved reading about all different professions and location and often finished a book in two days. Then I started writing my own fiction stories and that’s where my free time was spent.

But being an author means I still need to get out of my own head and be entertained. In the last couple of years, I’ve been reading lots of mysteries and thrillers, especially ones written by Scandinavian authors like Jo Nesbo, Henning Menkell, Camilla Lackberg, and Liza Marklund. Alternating thrillers with heartwarming stories, my go-to authors are Kristin Higgins and Jill Shalvis.

Leave a comment listing your favorite genre or author and earn a chance at winning an electronic title from my backlist.

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Guest Interview–Kae Elle Wheeler

July 18, 2014 admin Leave a comment

Today I welcome guest author, Kathy Wheeler, who writes fairtytale romance as Kae Elle Wheeler.

Tell us a bit about you and your background.

Well, my background was a little backwards. I married young (19), baby at 21, worked as a secretary/admin assistant for 14 years before finishing college at 39. I began writing 10 years later!

What’s the logline that describes your writing?

A writer’s work is never done!

What are your hobbies away from the computer?

I am a sports fanatic, though it was just pointed out to me recently that I never played sports. Not quite true! I played softball. Oh, and does 14 years of fantasy football count? I hold season tickets to both NBA Thunder Basketball and the Oklahoma City Broadway series. And I adore karaoke.

If you use music while writing, name your favorite types.

I cannot listen to music while I write. I become distracted trying to dissect where the vocalist is taking their breaths, or picturing the intervals of the notes. I love Jewel, Broadway showtunes, and classic rock.

Have you traveled to any locations that appear in your books?

I have three stories ongoing—one for Atlanta, the Gulf, and New York City. I’ve been to all three. But I also have a story set in the Pyrenees and Alsace Region of France and another in Chicago. I haven’t been to either places.

Can you share a tip about what you do when you get stuck in creating a story?

Bitch and moan, then sit my butt in the chair and start pounding the keys…

Describe a normal writing day (or period, if you have other employment obligations).

I do have other employment obligations and this summer I am in a coding (computer programming) class two nights a week. So it’s a little crazy. However, when I am in the writing zone, I can tune anything out (except singable music). I can sit at the bar at Louie’s Bar and Grille and not hear a thing. They usually have a couple of TV screens with some kind of sports on and as long as I can glance up occasionally, I’m good to go.

What’s your dream vacation destination?

Well, I’ve been to London, Madrid, Barcelona, Avignon, Paris, Köln, Amsterdam, Vancouver, Victoria, Caymen’s, Puera Vallarta, and of course most of the major cities in the US thanks to the various RWA conferences and Jazzercise. However, I have not been to Ireland. And I would love it!

In what genre do you read?

I read both Historical and Contemporary Romance. I just finished “Silent Revenge” by Laura Landon. What an excellent set up. She took me completely by surprise. But I also just finished “One Night With the Quarterback” by Jeanette Murray. I loved that one too!

Are you a pet person?

If so, what do you have? I love animals, but they tie you down. We had a dog for 17 years. My husband had an awful time letting him go. Within the last couple of years of his life, a cat landed on our doorstep with a huge hole in her side. But she healed 100% and it’s tough traveling and being away from her, but she is adorable!!!

What do you hope readers gain from your stories?

I just hope they connect to the characters to some degree.

Note: While my Cinderella Series, The Wronged Princess ~ book i, The Unlikely Heroine ~ book ii, and The Surprising Enchantress ~ book iii, have been out a while now, book iv is scheduled for September, 2014: The Price of Scorn, Cinderella’s Evil Stepmother. This particular story, while not a romance, will tie the series up.

Thank you so much for having me, Linda.

BLURB:

Finding his mysterious princess by trying her glass slipper on every maiden in Chalmers Kingdom sounded like a brilliant scheme until the silly thing slid quite easily on the foot of the wrong girl. Now Prince Charming is betrothed to one batty-eyed girl without means of an escape.

Cinderella is devastated when her shoe fits one of her evil stepsisters. Tis an unfair twist of fate. Was she destined to a life of slavery forever?

Little do Cinderella and Prince Charming realize that his mother, the queen, and her twin sister (Cinderella’s infamous fairy godmother), leap on the opportunity to teach Prince, impulsive decisions do not a future king make!

Buy links:

Kobo: http://store.kobobooks.com/en-us/books/the-wronged-princess-book-i-1/HqsGNlTr0UKcMbU0AQRQYQ?MixID=HqsGNlTr0UKcMbU0AQRQYQ&PageNumber=1

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/The-Wronged-Princess-Cinderella-Series-ebook/dp/B007MF3NK0/ref=cm_cr_pr_product_top

B&N: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-wronged-princess-book-i-kae-elle-wheeler/1109629646?ean=2940149414116

iBooks: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/the-wronged-princess-book-i/id521451582?mt=11

Excerpt:

But one kiss, who would know besides she? Roaring silence filled the passageway. One more step found her in touching distance. Spicy soap assailed her senses, and before she could stop herself, Cinderella closed her eyes, tipped up on her toes and touched the corner of his mouth with her lips. Floating on air had nothing on such a daring adventure, touch of his lips. Heart pounding furiously, she lowered her heels, opened her eyes, and stepped back. There was a lovely firmness that contrasted with such velvet. She brought her fingers to her mouth.

Time suspended, holding her prisoner. She’d never acted so indecently. She stared at him as if he were Eros, come to life, yet he remained still as the statue, itself.

“Nicely handled, my dear.”

Startled, Cinderella jumped back, the stick clattering to the floor.

“Ah, there it is. I wondered where I’d misplaced it.”

Shamed burned through her. Her deplorable behavior fastened her in place.

“Oh, Fairy Godmother. I-I am, I—” Cinderella took another step back.

The distinct crack of wood had her gasping for air. Oh, no. No, no, no. She’d broken the magic stick. This could not be happening. Hands flew to her flamed cheeks. She waited for Prince to snap out of his frozen reverie. Denounce her very life. But not so much as a flicker of his eyelash fluttered. She dare not move. “Oh. I…I…” Her voice croaked in horror.

Fairy Godmother’s dainty palm came up to halt Cinderella mid-sentence. “Did you break it, do you think? My wand, dear? Thank the heavens you found the blasted thing. ’Twould not do for it to fall into nefarious hands.” She dipped forward and swiped two distinct pieces from the ground.

“Oh, my,” Cinderella whispered. She had definitely broken it. She was too stunned to cry. “I shall—shall—” An audible gulp was impossible to mask. Resigned, she squared her shoulders. ’Twas time to pay the piper. “I shall turn myself in, of course. ’Tis only fitting I should be locked up. The dungeon would be preferable to the gallows, however. Is it possible…you could recommend…I would be most grateful…I…I imagine there are friends in the dungeon. Or, mayhap, Marcel…I am friendly with mice, you see. They are not so terrible, you know. He…is not…so…”

“Cease your prattling, dear child. It is not as dire as all that. Worry naught. I shall handle matters from here. Do you think you can manage your way back?”

Cinderella did not think so, but she could not seem to form a coherent sentence to convey the fact.

“Run along, dear.”

“But, I need to tell Essie. He…she…they…” Cinderella flung out her hand unable to put sound to the word ‘betrothed.’

“Let us not mention this little incident further, hmm?”

“But—” She choked at Fairy Godmother’s stern gaze. “No…no, of course not.” She stammered while heat burned her face. She swung on her heel. Then stopped, and asked over her shoulder, “Prince? Sir Arnald?”

“Not to worry, child. These spells never last long. You handled things magnificently, if I must say.”

Pressing her luck was not an option. She ran for the cover of darkness—never mind the lack of ladylike etiquette, or the fact that she had no inclination, whatsoever, on how to find her way back. Or the many questions she’d had for her elusive Fairy Godmother, once she’d set eyes on her again.

Perhaps another time, she promised herself, and fled for safety.

Amusing twist, November 3, 2013

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This review is from: The Wronged Princess – book i: Cinderella Series (Kindle Edition)

just what I needed. A light hearted spin on the traditional Cinderella story. I always wondered how she could have had such unique feet…

bio: Kae Elle Wheeler a.k.a. Kathy L Wheeler was born in Presque Isle, Maine. How she ended up in Texas, Colorado, then Oklahoma is as much a mystery to her as anyone. She graduated from the University of Central Oklahoma with a BA in Management Information Systems and a minor in Vocal Music. She is a member of several RWA Chapters including DARA, The Beau Monde and OKRWA. Kae Elle lives with her musically talented husband in Edmond, Oklahoma, has one grown daughter and one bossy cat!

Web: http://kathylwheeler.com

Facebook: http://facebook.com/kathylwheeler

Twitter: http://twitter.com/kathylwheeler

Giveaway (ebook only): The Wronged Princess ~ book i.

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Hello world!

June 30, 2014 admin 2 Comments

Welcome to my new blog. As many of you know, I’m not a person who is fond of making changes or adjusting to new technology. So this process of switching from the blog platform I used for 18 months to this new format will be a gradual one.

Like all changes that force me into doing something I’d been thinking of, I’m sure this one will be fine. I hope you stick around and see the transformation.

Musings About The Writing Life