April 2012 – Our Write Side

Life is finally slowing down a bit and I am working on a new Viola Grace piece. Hopefully, things will be back on track this week. I miss you all!

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Hello, my faithful readers. I apologize for the cobwebs. Life has struck like a runaway train of late, but the good news is the stories are collecting in my head. Hopefully I will have a chance to sit down and write for you soon. In the meantime, I’ve gone visiting. Follow me over to my…

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“You don’t have to do this.” My voice whispered back from the mirror. Such a disgusting image with my curls hanging wet and scraggly, beads of sweat glistening on my skin, and a look of fear etched on my face. “Yes, I do.” I answered, bringing the gun to the side of my head again….

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This picks up where Touched leaves off from my serial WIP In Time. Short breaths did nothing to help Viola Grace hide her passion. She knew what they were doing was deemed wrong and could create a scandal if anyone from town were to find out. She knew it was wrong for another reason. Her…

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This is another segment from my serial WIP In Time. I’ve been building up to Viola Grace’s evil attack on Cage on the train and this piece fits in with those scenes. Enjoy: The voice echoed in Viola’s head. You’re a vampire. He’ll never love you now. Never. The only way to have him is…

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Unaware that his mother-in-law was listening, he confronted his wife about the cacophony that woke him at midnight the night before. “What was it?” Lars said, sitting on the bed. “Don’t ask questions you really don’t want the answer to,” Cora called from the bathroom. “Did it work?” Cora picked up a pink marbled bar….

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This is another segment from my serial WIP called In Time. It falls somewhere between the introduction of Viola Grace and the tattoo parlor scenes which begin with Devil Incarnate. Her eyes smoldered with fire. Cage loved the way the soft sparks of amber framed the black centers of her eyes, creating a flame-like effect….

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Hannah was terrified. She held her unnamed newborn son tight. Hannah didn’t have the heart to name him until she knew if he would survive. There was nothing wrong with him except that he was born under a population restriction. His conception occurred before the destruction of the Old World, but she was unsure that…

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