tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26306613623149680502024-03-21T07:10:22.361-07:00Life with AlKathy L WheelerKathy L Wheelerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14384045793607239512noreply@blogger.comBlogger25125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630661362314968050.post-35953669319647423492020-05-13T13:43:00.004-07:002020-05-13T13:48:22.061-07:00Is This Love? You Decide.Another Life with Al post. Did you think I'd forgotten?<br />
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Of course not.<br />
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I shall start with 3 am, May 9, 2020. I woke up hot and got up to move a small fan to the bedside table on the other side of the room. Unfortunately, there was one of those flexible, folding baskets in my path. My little toe caught the edge and I tripped forward. It hurt. It hurt really bad, but I didn't realize how badly until Angel and Carly wanted their breakfast at 6:30 am<br />
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As a result, I've basically been upper-level banned at home since then. Which means, Al brings me breakfast, lunch, dinner, snacks, water. Basically, anything I ask for. He's also taken up the duties of feeding Angel and Carly, which means between 6 and 7, both am and pm. See the honey and the electric kettle. This is in the bedroom.<br />
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Today is Wednesday, and the top, right half of my foot is black. Luckily the swelling has gone down considerably. He asked me what I wanted for breakfast. I asked him if he'd eaten. Here is the conversation:<br />
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Me: Did you eat?<br />
Al: Yes. What would you like?<br />
Me: What did you have?<br />
Al: I mixed Raisin Bran, with Coco Puffs, and Cinnamon Crunch. Plus extra raisins.<br />
Me: Oh. Well, I wouldn't mind the Raisin Bran. But I don't really like raisins so I don't want extra.<br />
Al: Okay.<br />
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It took him twenty minutes to bring up cereal and milk.<br />
This is why!<br />
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Yes, he picked out all of the raisins.<br />
Is this love or what!<br />
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I would say........ It's LOVE.<br />
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I love you, Al.<br />
<br />Kathy L Wheelerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14384045793607239512noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630661362314968050.post-15290495415194024042019-08-07T10:20:00.001-07:002019-08-07T10:20:19.831-07:00Killer Crafts & Crafty Killers: ROMANCE AUTHOR KATHY L. WHEELER PROVES SHE DOES HA...<a href="https://anastasiapollack.blogspot.com/2019/08/romance-author-kathy-l-wheeler-proves.html?spref=bl">Killer Crafts & Crafty Killers: ROMANCE AUTHOR KATHY L. WHEELER PROVES SHE DOES HA...</a>: Kathy L. Wheeler writes contemporary and historical romance. She loves the NFL, NBA, musical theater, travel, reading, and … karaoke! She...Kathy L Wheelerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14384045793607239512noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630661362314968050.post-54330198072558622962019-06-18T09:42:00.001-07:002019-06-18T09:42:57.760-07:00Amber Daulton: #ReleaseDay and #CharacterInterview - "The Breakaw...<a href="https://amberdaultonauthor.blogspot.com/2019/06/releaseday-and-characterinterview.html?spref=bl">Amber Daulton: #ReleaseDay and #CharacterInterview - "The Breakaw...</a>: Blurb Tragedy sent Sherman Elias McHuay west twelve years ago. But his troubled past barrels in like a runaway train or—more approp...Kathy L Wheelerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14384045793607239512noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630661362314968050.post-65223417736736462092019-02-27T14:45:00.000-08:002019-02-27T17:01:06.255-08:00The Hidden Hero - a cause worth posting aboutSo, you know I write romance, right?<br />
Well, do I have an Al Story for you....<br />
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Western Washington has had a record snowfall this year. And, when it snows, the weather crew can give the tornado storm reporters a run for their money on drama. We'll start just after the meteorologists allowed regular programming for "wet" streets (not frozen). It's as good a place as any.<br />
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<i><b>PART I</b></i><br />
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Having been stuck in the house for a good five days or so, I had to get out! And, anyone who knows me would be shocked to learn that I'd been stuck in the house for five days or so...:) just saying. But I digress.<br />
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I went up to The Ram. None of the regulars were there. Al is playing in a jazz band on Monday<br />
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nights, so it was an lull-like night. It's been cold. So, I'm at the Ram and pull out my trusty little notebook and tune everyone out and start wrting. (The difference in environment is good for jump starting on occasion.)<br />
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This guy, Jason, he said his name was, was sitting across the bar and on the phone. He starts calling across the bar: "Are you a writer?" He leaps up and comes around to my side and sits two seats over. Starts asking me questions. I put my notebook away and visit. All throughout the conversation there are the "What is your name?" (Kathy) "You are sooooo pretty" (Thanks.) "Are you married?" (Yes, thank God.) "How many books?" (Seventeen) "What is your name?" (Kathy, I just told you that (for the fourth time))"Dialogue is really important." (Yesssss) this is say slowly, because every author knows what's coming next: Have I got a story for you! You should write my story, it's really interesting, we can split the money 50/50. etc..etc...<br />
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Anyway, it didn't take long for him to become really annoying. He paid up, went to the bathroom. There was a really young couple sitting close to him. And, I said, "What the hell!"<br />
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They asked if I'd like their help in ignoring him. "Yes! Thanks. That would be great." I pull out my trusty little notebook again and start writing, again. He comes back and the bartender: GIVES HIM ANOTHER BEER. I'm a little stunned. But I have turned my back and am keeping to myself. Here's the conversation:<br />
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Drunk: blah blah blah blah<br />
Me: silence<br />
A (the girl): Sir, I don't think she wants to talk to you. She's busy working. You should leave her alone.<br />
B (her husband): So, what's this about Buddhism and Christianity? (Yes, he said that, and, it was funny)<br />
Guy2 (sitting across sees what's going on and also chimes in with something to distract the drunkard.)<br />
Drunk starts getting pissed, acting like a scorned boyfriend. Really!? Ugh.<br />
A and B leave after a bit. Guy 2 is still trying to help. I refuse to look at Drunk. Next think I know, his beer is all over the counter and down the left side of me.<br />
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I'm furious. The bartender had disappeared. A waitress comes flying over and sees all the beer. I lay into the guy. "What the f#ck is wrong with you? Why did you do that? Who do you think you are?" Did I mention that Drunk said I should run all my "written" dialogue pass him? No? well, apparently he watches a lot of movies and that makes him an expert.<br />
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End of Part I where Drunk is cut off and kicked out. Guy 2, and Couple AandB were all heroes in my book. The bartender? Not so much.<br />
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<i><b>PART II</b></i><br />
<i>One week later, Monday night</i><br />
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I't's Al's jazz combo band night. So, this time when I head up to my local regular place, The Ram, the bar is packed with everyone I know. I squeeze in. And, apparently, everyone heard what had happened the week before. The only thing they didn't know was exactly who Drunk was. There were several guesses but none of them had the name "Jason."<br />
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In the course of the conversation, Mo starts telling me the following:<br />
Mo: I saw your husband here last week.<br />
Me: What? When?<br />
Mo: I don't know. Tried to get attention to come sit down, but he didn't see me and he left.<br />
Me: When was this? (Mo drinks a lot! So he could certainly be mistaken.)<br />
Mo: I don't know. Thursday or Friday night maybe.<br />
Me: We didn't go anywhere Thursday or Friday night. We cooked at home both nights and watched the Thunder game (Yes, I say this. All Pacific Northwesterners hate OKC Thunder. ...if you don't know why that is here's a link: <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Seattle_SuperSonics_relocation_to_Oklahoma_City" target="_blank">Super Sonics relocate to OKC</a> Apparently, I thrive on confrontation)<br />
Mo: It could've have been during the day. Hell, I don't know, but it was your husband. He was talking to management or something.<br />
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Okay, now that's weird!<br />
So, I end up visiting with some other people. Actually, end up getting together with another attorney that he covered "two counties out" hahahah for the next day.<br />
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<i>One day later, Tuesday night</i><br />
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The other attorney was going to pay Al so we end up back at the Ram for the third time in less than two weeks. Al and I are sitting at the corner of the bar, me on one corner, him on the turn of the same corner. You know. Like an "L" and just talking.<br />
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Now, I know a lot of you don't believe Al and I talk, but yes we do occasionally. So we are talking. The bar is just as crowded Tuesday as it was on Monday. Then, I remembered what Mo said about having seen Al there the week before. Here we go:<br />
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Me: Mo said he saw you here last week. Were you here? (I wasn't demanding or anything. I was curious because he really doesn't like it much and won't go unless I insist on it.)<br />
Him: Silence.<br />
Me: blah blah blah... I can't remember what I all I said, but I was cornering him. He hates that.<br />
Him: (hems and haws-then frustration) Yes! Look, I can't worry about you every Monday night when I'm at band practice. I wanted management to make sure they were looking out for you if I wasn't here!<br />
Me: (stunned silent - staring at him)<br />
Him: I thought you'd be mad. But.. but I was <i>really </i>nice to them. I made sure.<br />
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The Hero Moment!!!!<br />
If you read romance, then you know what I'm talking about.<br />
I'm done here....<br />
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<br />Kathy L Wheelerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14384045793607239512noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630661362314968050.post-3153564876385339052016-05-23T09:00:00.001-07:002016-05-23T09:08:27.996-07:00The Silly ThingsSo, last night we were watching the Oklahoma City Thunder tromp Golden State. How cool was that!!!<br />
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Anyway, it was the regulars: Me, Al and Carly. I know she doesn't look it, but truly, she is the happiest of all cats.<br />
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Anyway, she was sitting in Al's lap. See? Al's even wearing his Oklahoma City Thunder playoff T-shirt from the last game we went to...<br />
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Anyway (again), I laughed and said she doesn't even care about basketball. And, <i>he</i> said. You don't know that! She could be so sophisticated that she knows exactly what basketball is as a (and I quote this) See? "A superior being".<br />
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Hmmm. Granted, she is intelligent, demanding, standoffish and, at times, loving. But, a superior being? I know she believes she is superior, but I don't know.... what do you think? Never mind, never mind. I agree. She <i>is </i>superior.<br />
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<br />Kathy L Wheelerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14384045793607239512noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630661362314968050.post-76022442976724820382016-05-10T08:00:00.001-07:002016-05-10T08:00:20.930-07:00Not a Pretty MomentLife with Al definitely has it ups and downs. And you must forgive me, because this morning I find myself furious...to the point that I should not be blogging. However, I also find I must vent or I will actually implode.<br />
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My husband is a bit of a "control freak". He does not think that he is, of course. But then, what control freak can see that in themselves?<br />
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Some of you may know that I went on a bit of a road trip. Well, I was gone 19 days. That might account for some of the behavior I am encountering. Now, before you say, "well, she always goes on these jaunt's without her husband..." etc, etc... I want to clarify. I was scheduled for the RT Booklovers Convention in Las Vegas. I was looking at flights and he suggested I drive. The conversation went something like this:<br />
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Al: "Why don't you just drive? Gas is cheap right now."<br />
Me: "It's sixteen hours!"<br />
Al: "You could go see Brooke afterwards."<br />
Me: "Oh."<br />
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That took care of that! Brooke (my only child) has a baby. He just turned 15 months but she lives in the San Francisco area. A far cry from Oklahoma City, you see. So, I did some research on renting a car which negated the price of gas. So, I told him if we could make sure my car was road-worthy, then I would drive. And, parking at the Rio Hotel in Vegas was free!<br />
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Thus, my trip was cemented. I decided to head out a day early to see my MC4 cohort in Santa Fe. Stay my week in Vegas, head to San Fran, then come back through Utah, well, because I'd never been to Utah. I had lunch in Salt Lake City with my cousin's daughter. Then, I decided to see all of my siblings. I have four! It was fabulous. Needless to say, I talked to Al every few days, most especially when the OKC Thunder was playing.<br />
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Fast forward to getting home.<br />
I got home on a Thursday afternoon. I fed Carly (our cat) who gladly ate, but refused to speak any further to me. Her actions were a clear message. It took an hour to unload my little 2006 BMW cci30 convertible. (Amazing how much stuff you can stuff in such a small car!)<br />
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When Al got home, he seemed genuinely glad to see me. He took me for a nice steak dinner. The next day I went to the store because, I guess all he ate while I was gone was pizza. We were out of milk and bread, blah blah blah. So I decide to cook dinner on dinner and, as I said, I went to the store, but the garlic is gone. A jar of minced garlic that I keep in the fridge. It was brand new. I go to ask Al about it...and now, he's not so happy I'm home because he's practicing guitar and I have <i>questions</i>.<br />
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Me: "Where is the garlic?"<br />
Al: ignore, or rather, keeps playing<br />
Me: Louder. "WHERE IS THE GARLIC?"<br />
Al: "What! I don't know. I just started playing."<br />
Me: "That's not my fault, you've had all day. Where is the garlic? It was in the fridge in a jar. It was almost new."<br />
Al: "You were gone a month, <i>Kathy.</i> I had to clean things out. They were old."<br />
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I'll leave the rest of that argument. I'm sure you get the picture.<br />
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So, back to why I'm so aggravated this morning? I made a piece of toast. There is no butter in the butter dish. That's fine. I'll just put some apricot spread on it. I open the refrigerator. No, jams. No, spreads. Nothing!<br />
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Me: "Where is all the jelly?"<br />
Al: "I had to clean things out. You were gone a month. Don't be negative."<br />
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This is my bitch. Quit harping on money if you are going to throw things away without checking expiration dates, or conferring with <i>me</i> on my stuff. So, what is my plan of action with this passive-aggressive behavior?<br />
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Well, I can hold everything until my head explodes. Or, I can argue until I can't see straight. Or, I could get my own apartment where no one will <i>mess with my stuff</i>. But that would be really expensive. Or, buy my own refrigerator for the garage. <i>One that locks</i>. Or, just write a crappy blog to vent.<br />
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That's the cheapest, by far.<br />
I'll take a moment and breathe now. Thanks for listening. That's more that I get at home!Kathy L Wheelerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14384045793607239512noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630661362314968050.post-62020142274254214042015-08-28T12:15:00.002-07:002019-04-22T15:39:30.082-07:00An "Awww" MomentIn case you been under a rock the last couple of days, you probably know I just released the long-awaited, <b><i><a href="http://kathylwheeler.com/portfolio/price-scorn-book-iv/" target="_blank">The Price of Scorn - book iv: Cinderella's Evil Stepmother</a></i></b>. This is the fourth book (please! Call me "Captain Obvious") of my Cinderella Series. It went live yesterday. Throughout the day, reviews were popping up on <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Price-Scorn-Cinderellas-Stepmother-Cinderella-ebook/dp/B0103IA1IE/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1440788619&sr=1-1&keywords=the+price+of+scorn+-+book+iv#customerReviews" target="_blank">Amazon</a>. At one point I read one out loud to Al. I could hardly finish reading it because I kind of started crying, it was so touching. I glanced up and he was looking at me. He was kind of crying too! Then he said, "See? You <b><i>are </i></b>a writer."<br />
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I almost started crying again.<br />
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Here are a few of the reviews:<br />
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<b>excerpt: </b>“SO, WE’RE TO HAVE a new papa?” Pricilla stood on her
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“From Cousin Dirk.” Her tiny fingers clasped a necklace
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Her nose wrinkled as she studied the clasp. “That if you
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“But I heard him say if you didn’t marry him, we should
have to leave.” Tears shimmered into luminescent pools. “That we should have to
live in the woods—in the dark.” Her tears spilled over. “I don’t wish to live
in the woods, Maman. I-I don’t like the dark. Maman, you must marry him. S’il
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Kathy L Wheelerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14384045793607239512noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630661362314968050.post-12357318601755673062015-08-04T02:00:00.000-07:002015-08-04T02:00:05.789-07:00Vivian...who?A couple of weeks ago I was speaking at the Pen & Keyboard writing group, an affiliate chapter of the OWFI, Inc. Their genre is widespread compared to OKRWA who is specific to writing romance.<br />
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The group was most gracious. My friend Eva Mahoney and the President of Pen & Keyboard, Vivian, asked me to speak "On Writing Romance". So I did.<br />
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Al is very supportive in my writing endeavors. And I hope that someday I can earn my way through my writing.<br />
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During my talk Al was busy taking notes that included things like:<br />
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Things of that nature. In any event, after all the members had left I asked him what Vivian's last name was. Here is the conversation:<br />
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Kathy: Did you get Vivian's last name? I want to send her a note...<br />
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Al: Leigh<br />
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Al (thinks for a second): Zabel. Z - A - B - E - L<br />
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I just returned from the RWA Nationals Conference (Romance Writers of America). I was in New York City for ten days. It. WAS. FUN!<br />
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So today I'm catching up on Facebook, Twitter, emails, wriiiiittttiinnnngggg.....you know? Stuff.<br />
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Kathy L Wheelerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14384045793607239512noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630661362314968050.post-21969308900084024152015-07-09T11:54:00.004-07:002015-07-09T11:54:51.528-07:00Leave a Message PleaseThis is a new little blog for humorous and sanity purposes. My husband is somewhat (hugely) OCD. On occasion I doubt the "high functionality" of some of the more mundane aspects of life and and since decided to share them in a new online diary I will lovingly refer to as <i>Life with Al</i>.<br />
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July 9<br />
I call Al's cell and, of course he doesn't answer. You know, like most people when they see you've called, if they want to talk to you they will call you back. My husband requires the caller leave a message. I, however, am a busy woman. I am helping out at his Law Office, writing, marketing and networking full time and have 3 books due by the end of 2015.<br />
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I didn't leave a message.<br />
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Al: I saw that you called but didn't leave a message. I could come in to the office this afternoon. Are you sure my signature has to be notarized? That's unusual. If so, I can't notarized my own signature.<br />
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There are several issues I have with this text...<br />
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#1 Yes, it's true. I called and did not leave a message.<br />
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#2 Good, you should come in to the office. You need to sign these papers before a notary.<br />
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#3 Yes. I cannot think of a scenario I would tell you your signature has to be notarized if it didn't. I don't make the rules.<br />
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#4 True. You cannot notarize your own signature and as the only notary at home is you, you will need to leave the house.<br />
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Of course, on other occasions, when I've left a message this is the conversation:<br />
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Al: I saw that you called. What did you want?<br />
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Me: I left a message.<br />
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Al: I didn't have time to listen to it.<br />
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That's all for today's <i>Life with Al</i>.Kathy L Wheelerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14384045793607239512noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630661362314968050.post-20150121651282345422015-07-09T11:10:00.001-07:002015-07-09T11:10:41.096-07:00Looking for places to promote and market? All in one place? How about this new compilation by Kathy L Wheeler<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Available on Amazon.Kathy L Wheelerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14384045793607239512noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630661362314968050.post-29664700848502910152015-02-20T05:30:00.001-08:002015-02-20T05:30:59.630-08:00Killer Crafts & Crafty Killers: BOOK CLUB FRIDAY--THE MARTINI CLUB<a href="http://anastasiapollack.blogspot.com/2015/02/book-club-friday-martini-club.html?spref=bl">Killer Crafts & Crafty Killers: BOOK CLUB FRIDAY--THE MARTINI CLUB</a>: Left to Right: Alicia Dean, Amanda McCabe, Kathy L Wheeler, Krysta Scott Alicia Dean is one of the members of the Martini Club. The ...Kathy L Wheelerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14384045793607239512noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630661362314968050.post-87327873323432342712015-01-25T01:00:00.000-08:002015-01-25T01:00:03.340-08:00LADY OF THE KNIGHT ~ MJ Schiller<div class="MsoNormal">
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<b><i>Princess Megan of Bethyea is being held captive.<o:p></o:p></i></b></div>
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“I thought you said you were here to buy slaves?” The man spoke
crisply, with a high nasally voice. He was not exactly the type of man Darius
had imagined the slave trader would be. Zavca Moore stood about five-foot-four,
was nearly completely bald, and wore thin, gold-rimmed glasses. Still,
something in the glint of his cold steel-blue eyes and tightly drawn mouth told
the story of a man used to being ruthless. He now ran his eyes over Maggie,
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“I am not a slave. I—” Maggie flinched as Orion raised his hand to hit
her. Darius grabbed his wrist in midair with a loud snap. He glared at Orion,
setting his teeth. He glanced around and relaxed the muscles in his face and
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“Not in front of our host, Gorga,” he told Orion imperiously, turning
to give Zavca a smile. Noting he was still staring at Maggie, Darius explained.
“Oh, she—well let’s just say…” He took Zavca by the elbow and steered him away
to speak confidentially. “…she’s a little tiresome. Beautiful, yes,” he said
looking back at her, “but tiresome. Gorga can’t seem to tame her tongue no
matter what he does. And believe me, he’s done his best.” Darius chuckled. “I
was wondering if you might consider taking her in trade. I’ll pay good money
for the rest, I assure you. I want to get her off my hands and find myself some
new beauties, if you know what I mean.” He elbowed Zavca, playing up his
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“Yes, well, I believe I could get a fair price for her. And Mic here
hasn’t met a slave he couldn’t subdue somehow or other, right Mic?” The
Neanderthal beside him showed a toothless grin, rubbing his hugely muscled arms
forebodingly. Maggie shivered. “Take her to my room. I’ll be in shortly.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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met her husband at the University
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and eighteen year old triplets! She loves to read, karaoke (where she can
pretend she is a rock star) and spends WAY too much time on Facebook. She grew
up in St. Louis and still has family there.<br />
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<b><span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style",serif;">Krysta Scott, </span></b><b><span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style",serif;">Amanda McCabe, Kathy L Wheeler and </span></b><b><span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style",serif;">Alicia Dean </span></b><b><span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style",serif;">have a unique friendship. Yes,
they are all romance writers, and at different stages in their writing careers.
But every Friday night, schedules permitting, they meet at the Martini Lounge
in Edmond, Oklahoma where they chitchat, plan retreats to get away and for just
a general get away. Over a period of time the idea to create a series of
stories where the Martini Lounge would serve as a backdrop—well, as writers,
that was inevitable. So here we are with our first go at it. Welcome to 1920s
New York City where four young women run away from England excited to make
their own way in a new world.</span></b></div>
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are now available for the pre-order price of **$0.99** until February 26, 2015,
the official release. <o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="background: white; font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif;">Blurb</span></b><span style="background: white; font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif;">: Can an aristocratic lady melt the cold heart of
a Russian gangster?<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><br />
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<span style="background: white;">Lady Jessica Hatton fled her high-society London
debutante life for one of investigative journalism in New York—only to be
relegated to the fashion pages. Searching for a juicy story leads her to Club
501, the city's most glamorous speakeasy—and its handsome, mysterious owner,
Frank Markov. But his past of war and revolution puts their hearts—and their
lives—in danger...<span class="apple-converted-space"> <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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you smell that, Meggie?” Jessica Hatton cried as she leaned into the cold, salt
spray wind, her t-strap shoes perched on the lowest rung of the ship's
railing. She'd lost her hat, and the
short strands of her hair blew into her eyes, but she didn't care. England was far behind them. They had escaped.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style",serif;"> “It
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<span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style",serif;"> “I
only smell old fish,” Meggie said. “Now
come down from there, Jess. If you
tumble into the drink, it will all be over before it even starts.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style",serif;"> Jessica
laughed and shook her head, but she did climb down. She spun around to see Meggie stretched out
on one of the deck chairs, the glossy mink collar of her coat drawn close
around her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style",serif;"> The
sky <i>was</i> grey and dismal-looking, the water not as glassy-smooth as when
they slid past Ireland yesterday and headed out to open sea. Several of the passengers had retreated to
their cabins, but Jessica couldn't stand staying inside. Not when there was so much to be seen.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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smells like fish <i>and</i> freedom,” Jessica insisted. “But we can go in now. Maybe Charlotte and Eliza will want to play
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<span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style",serif;"> “Finally,”
Meggie grumbled as she swung her feet down to the damp deck. But her smile was broad. Jessica knew Meggie was loving it all just as
much as she was.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span class="apple-converted-space"><b><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif; font-size: 11pt;">Bio</span></b></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif; font-size: 11pt;">: </span></span><b><i><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif; font-size: 11pt;">Amanda McCabe</span></i></b><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif; font-size: 11pt;"> wrote
her first romance at the age of sixteen--a vast historical epic starring all
her friends as the characters, written secretly during algebra class (and her
parents wondered why math was not her strongest subject...)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif;">She's never since used algebra, but her books have been nominated
for many awards, including the RITA Award, the Romantic Times BOOK Reviews
Reviewers' Choice Award, the Booksellers Best, the National Readers Choice
Award, and the Holt Medallion. She lives in Oklahoma with a menagerie of
two cats, a Pug, and a very bossy miniature Poodle, along with far too many
books. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif;">When not writing or reading, she loves taking dance classes,
collecting cheesy travel souvenirs, and watching the Food Network--even though
she doesn't cook. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="background: white; font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif;">Blurb</span></b><span style="background: white; font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif;">: She vowed she’d be no man’s doxy, but fate had other
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<span style="background: white;">After the Earl of Goodwin attempts to force
himself on her, housemaid Eliza Gilbert flees England for New York, hoping to
build a better life. But the land of opportunity proves as harsh as the London
docks, and she finds herself in a situation more dreadful than the one she
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<span style="background: white;">Former boxer, Vince “The Fist” Taggart dreams of
marrying, having a family, and living a quiet, peaceful life. But when a girl
he's known since childhood disappears, he heads to New York in search of her
and meets Eliza, a woman with a less than honorable reputation. Inexplicably
captivated, Vince can’t force himself to stay away, especially when he learns
Eliza is the key to finding his missing friend.<span class="apple-converted-space"> <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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looked away when she met his eyes. They were just too…striking, too blue. “I’m
afraid you’ll have to speak to Oscar. He handles all my transactions.” She
could never have a normal outing with a man. A lump of regret rose in her
throat. She turned and started up the stairs.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style",serif;">Vince
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the same time. “That was a lousy thing to say.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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opened her mouth to accuse him of going around Oscar so he didn’t have to pay.
But that was ridiculous. He hadn’t taken what he’d paid for the first time. She
lifted a hand and rubbed her forehead. His attention confused her. What was his
angle? He didn’t want sex. Did he think she was hiding something about Cynthia
and if he spent time with her he could draw it out? “What do you want from me?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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children and a huge network of supportive friends and family. She writes mostly
contemporary suspense and paranormal, but has also written in other genres,
including a few vintage historicals.</span><span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style",serif;"><br />
<span style="background: white;">Other than reading and writing, her passions are
Elvis Presley, MLB, NFL (she usually works in a mention of one or all three
into her stories) and watching her favorite televisions shows like Vampire
Diaries, Justified, Sons of Anarchy, Haven, The Mindy Project, and Dexter (even
though it has sadly ended, she will forever be a fan). Some of her favorite
authors are Michael Connelly, Dennis Lehane, Lee Child, Lisa Gardner, Sharon
Sala, Jordan Dane, Ridley Pearson, Joseph Finder, and Jonathan Kellerman…to
name a few.</span><br />
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<span style="background: white;">Singer Margaret (Meggie) Montley needs
money…fast. Her friend is in a dire situation with nowhere to turn. While
Meggie is on the brink of stardom, it’s not soon enough to save her friend.<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span><br />
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<span style="background: white;">Harry Dempsey is out to avenge the deaths of his
father and brother at the hands of a ruthless gangster. But trouble spirals out
of control when Meggie Montley shows up the night he meets his nemesis to
settle the score. Saving the impetuous woman from a crime lord might be easier
than saving her from her own reckless behavior.<span class="apple-converted-space"> <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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launched herself from her hiding place and threw her arms about Harry’s neck.
Locked in his muscular embrace, she rested her chin on his shoulder. His arms
tightened around her. “Oh, Harry. I came as fast as I could. Just as we’d
planned.” The words, she’d intended to carry, came out breathless.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style",serif;">“Fast,
huh?” The whisper was against her ear where no one else could hear, raised
goose prickles over her entire body. “Guess I’ll have to do something about
that.” He lifted his head. “What are you doing with <i>my</i> girl, Joe?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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hands flew into the air, indicating his surrender. “Sorry, Dempsey. Had no idea
she was anyone’s quiff—” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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insult. Harry’s one arm gripped her closer. The other shot up, jerking her body
like a rag doll. She couldn’t see Harry’s face with her own now buried in his
neck, but she felt the corded muscles contract. <b> </b><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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</span></span><strong><i><span style="border: none windowtext 1.0pt; font-family: "Bookman Old Style",serif; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-border-alt: none windowtext 0in; padding: 0in;">Kathy L Wheeler</span></i></strong><span class="apple-converted-space"><i><span style="border: none windowtext 1.0pt; font-family: "Bookman Old Style",serif; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-border-alt: none windowtext 0in; padding: 0in;"> </span></i></span><em><span style="border: none windowtext 1.0pt; font-family: "Bookman Old Style",serif; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-border-alt: none windowtext 0in; padding: 0in;">(also known as Kae Elle
Wheeler)</span></em><span class="apple-converted-space"><i><span style="border: none windowtext 1.0pt; font-family: "Bookman Old Style",serif; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-border-alt: none windowtext 0in; padding: 0in;"> </span></i></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="border: none windowtext 1.0pt; font-family: "Bookman Old Style",serif; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-style: italic; mso-border-alt: none windowtext 0in; padding: 0in;">writes both Contemporary and Historical
Romance. She<i> </i></span></span><span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style",serif; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">was born in Presque Isle,
Maine. How she ended up in Texas, 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.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style",serif; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">She is published through The Wild Rose Press. She loves to
travel. Ports of call include a three week stint in Europe covering
Madrid, Barcelona, Avignon, Paris, Koln, Amsterdam and London. Other
exciting places she’s visited are Grand Cayman, Puerta Vallerta, Mexico,
Vancouver, Canada, and roaming from one romance writing conference to another
nationwide. You may have met her in Seattle, Dallas, San Francisco, San
Diego, New York or Atlanta. She is a member of the Oklahoma RWA Chapter,
Dara, and The Beau Monde. Kathy lives with her musically talented husband in
Edmond, Oklahoma. They have one grown daughter and one bossy cat, Carly!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background: white;">After escaping an arranged marriage, Lady
Charlotte Leighton lands on a new shore, determined to realize her dream of opening
her own bakery. But her plans are shattered when her former fiancé follows her
to New York. Now, she finds herself in a fight for her freedom.<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span><br />
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<span style="background: white;">Haunted by a string of failures, Detective Felix
Noble is determined to solve his latest case. But his efforts to find a
murderer are jeopardized by a forbidden attraction to his number one suspect.
While he’s certain Charlotte Leighton is keeping secrets, instinct tells him
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thin fingers curled around a glass and lifted it from the tray. Charli followed
the direction of the drink. Derrick Chaunce, or as the local duffs referred to
him, “Slick”, grinned, exposing yellowed teeth.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style",serif;">“You … You…” Her throat closed.
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<span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style",serif;">He winked. His thin hair slicked
back in the latest fashion exaggerated the gaunt cheekbones and sunken eyes,
tinging him with an unhealthy, dilapidated look. He gulped the whiskey. A bit
of the amber liquid escaped through the gap in his teeth and down his chin. Her
stomach lurched.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style",serif;">“Thank you, sweet cakes. Put it
on my tab.” He skulked off.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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the bounder get past Tiny? Ira fumed about customers who ran up a high tab
without reconciling at the end of the night. Now she would have to explain yet
another charge added to Slick’s mounting debt. She sighed and rolled her eyes
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After years of writing and winning contests, she is now taking the plunge into
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;">Meet my great friend and excellent critique partner Alicia Dean!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;">I’m excited to share my
latest release from The Wild Rose Press on what would have been Elvis’
eightieth birthday. ‘End of Lonely Street’ is a Vintage Romance Short Story set
in 1957, in the era when Elvis first burst on the scene. Like my heroine in the
story, I am a diehard Elvis fan. (As you probably figured out, I took the title
from a line in Heartbreak Hotel, which was Elvis’ first million selling
record).<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Street and enter to win GREAT prizes…<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Can she let go of the past, before it destroys her future?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">All Toby Lawson wanted was to go to college to pursue her dream of
becoming a teacher and to be free of her alcoholic mother and the painful
memories of finding her and the guy Toby loved kissing. But when her mother
nearly burns the house down, Toby must put her dreams on hold and return home
to care for her. The only time she isn’t lonely and miserable is when she’s
listening to her heartthrob, Elvis Presley. His music takes her away, helps her
escape from everything wrong in her life. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Noah Rivers has always loved Toby, but no matter what he says, and even
though she knows her mother initiated the kiss, and that he didn’t kiss her
back, she can‘t seem to get past what happened. He soon realizes that the true
problem lies in Toby’s belief that she’s not good enough for him and in her
fear that she will be just like her mother. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">What will it take to prove to her that she deserves to be happy, and that
he would give anything to be the man to make her dreams come true?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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One<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Mapleton, Tennessee,
November, 1957<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Toby
Lawson closed her eyes and shut out all sounds of the diner, except for Elvis
Presley’s voice. He was crooning about how she was the only one for him…no
matter where he went or what he did… he’d spend his whole life loving her…<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Rough
hands landed on her waist and shattered the fantasy. She caught a whiff of hair
tonic and too much cologne, and she snapped her eyes open. Wes Markham’s
hateful face replaced the image of Elvis’ beautiful, crooked smile and
smoldering blue eyes.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Let
me go.” She gritted her teeth, keeping her voice low. If her boss, Mr.
Winstead, knew there was trouble on account of her, he’d explode. He’d barely
let her have the job in the first place. Everyone in Mapleton knew the Lawson
women were trouble.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">“Come
on, honey. If you like that hip swivel, Presley ain’t the only one who’s got
it. I got it too.” He released her with his left hand so he could run it over
his slicked down hair and gave her a big-toothed, wolfish smile. “Only we’d be
naked.” He shot a cocky grin over to his two companions—Chuck Stenson and Billy
Garfield—who were leaning against the jukebox making kissing and whooping
sounds.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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gripped his right wrist with one hand, tightening her hold on the utensils she
held in the other. “I said let me go. Now!”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">“Aw,
be a sport, Green-Eyes.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">The
bulge of his pelvis pressed into her abdomen, and she gasped in shock. Nausea
tightened in her esophagus. “Wes Markham, I’m warning you…”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">She
shoved against him, but he didn’t budge.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">He
pulled her tighter. “Your momma’s a whole lot friendlier than you are. They say
the apple don’t fall far from the tree, so how’s about you cut the pretense and
we go someplace quiet? Winstead won’t miss you for a few minutes.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Her
cheeks heated. She didn’t dare look around. No doubt the customers were
watching, listening. Elvis had stopped singing and everyone in the place could
hear what he’d said about her mother. It wasn’t like they didn’t all know,
though. Constance Lawson hadn’t exactly kept her escapades a secret.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Toby
clenched her teeth and brandished the utensils. She spoke loud enough for
everyone to hear. “Release me this instant, or I swear, you’ll be pulling this
steak knife out of your eyeball.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">He
held her gaze for a split second, then gave a laugh that was somewhere between
nervous and furious. “Sure, sure. Okay.” He released her and stepped back. “I
was just foolin’ around anyway. I got better things to do with my time than
waste it on a used up chick like you.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Muffled
laughter rose around her. Oh God, she could crawl into a hole.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“How
about you apologize to the lady, then beat it?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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whirled at the male voice. Noah Rivers stood behind her, looking handsome and
sharp in his police uniform—even with his dark hair in the military buzz cut.
Her knees weakened, and tingles swept over her skin. She swallowed against the
sudden dryness in her throat. She’d heard he was back, but hadn’t seen him
until now. And what a time to have a reunion.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">*** 10% of all of Alicia Dean’s net royalties for End
of Lonely Street will go to <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">The Elvis Presley Charitable Foundation (</span><a href="http://www.elvis.com/about-epe/giving.aspx"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">http://www.elvis.com/about-epe/giving.aspx</span></a><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">)
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Alicia Dean lives in Edmond, Oklahoma. She has three grown children and a
huge network of supportive friends and family. She writes mostly contemporary
suspense and paranormal, but has also written in other genres, including a few
vintage historicals.<o:p></o:p><br />
Other than reading and writing, her passions are Elvis Presley, MLB, NFL
(she usually works in a mention of one or all three into her stories) and
watching her favorite televisions shows like Vampire Diaries, Justified, Sons
of Anarchy, Haven, The Mindy Project, and Dexter (even though it has sadly
ended, she will forever be a fan). Some of her favorite authors are Michael
Connelly, Dennis Lehane, Lee Child, Lisa Gardner, Sharon Sala, Jordan Dane,
Ridley Pearson, Joseph Finder, and Jonathan Kellerman…to name a few.<o:p></o:p><br />
Find Alicia here:<o:p></o:p><br />
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Kathy L Wheelerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14384045793607239512noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630661362314968050.post-67710227216016844542013-03-17T07:43:00.001-07:002013-03-17T07:44:26.745-07:00St. Paddy's Day Anthology brought to you by the Oklahoma Romance Writers of America<a href="http://lanirhea.blogspot.com/2013/03/tis-last-day-of-our-irish-anthology.html?spref=bl">For Your Eyes Only~Author Lani Rhea:
'Tis the last day of our Irish Anthology, the Okl...</a>: 'Tis the last day of our Irish Anthology, the Oklahoma Outlaws lovin'ly bring ye. Come by for a pint and revel in The Start o...Kathy L Wheelerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14384045793607239512noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630661362314968050.post-28849107505447821002011-11-13T20:38:00.000-08:002011-11-13T20:40:13.309-08:00It's All In A TitleWho knew? I had an idea on a Cinderella Series (I believe I’ve mentioned it before), that has been in the works for nigh on six years now. Yes! I said six years. In all that time, I’ve been stuck on the fact that the story of Cinderella revolves around a shoe. But, alas, my contemporaries (experienced, contemporaries, I want to stress) insist that having “Shoe” (or in my case, “Foot”) in the title should be avoided at all costs.<br /><br />One friend’s direct quote states: “But it does sound like you’re stretching to make the shoe fit, so to speak. Brainstorm again.”<br />But, six years! I tell myself. This is a long time to be attached to a silly title. So I’ve been racking my poor feeble brain the last three days to break that “foot” thinking. I am happy to report that I may have just accomplished my goal.<br />Stay tuned.Kathy L Wheelerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14384045793607239512noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630661362314968050.post-54674037638693596292011-11-04T05:49:00.000-07:002011-11-04T05:50:16.641-07:00Next Step....BreatheSo, I’m new to the pre-publishing world. My emails consist of author bio, back cover blur, 1 to 2 line hook for posting to social media and cover page info. Wow! I haven’t even seen edits yet. Overwhelming? Yes, but I’ll enjoy the journey. It’s what I’ve signed up for.<br /><br />In the meantime, I’ll continue the edit process on the second in my Cinderella series, Pricilla. She’s a pistol, keeping Sir Arnald on his toes and managing her evil mamá’s shenanigans. <br /><br />And, manage the weekend retreat in Bentonville, Arkansas with my Jodi-Thomas Pioneers’ writing buddies. <br /><br />I just have to remember to breathe…Kathy L Wheelerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14384045793607239512noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630661362314968050.post-59006532443518168442011-11-02T06:00:00.000-07:002011-11-02T06:00:01.623-07:00Let's talk specifics...Well, now I’ve signed the contracts for Nose Job and Quotable, what do I do in the meantime….hmmm? Well, as it turns out, I have several other irons in the fire. One project, dear to my heart, and which I’d love to share (before edits start blindsiding me), is my current three book series, I’ve been working on for…uh…six years…<br />
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Writing in general is difficult, but if you ever find yourself standing in the bookstore, whether it is Barnes and Noble or Half-Priced books, consider this: How do they possibly decide what sub-category a story belongs in. Which brings me to the dilemma of “story placement.” Sometimes a book just does not fit in any one spot. Do I throw away all my hard work? Of course, not (by that I meant “hell no.”) <br />
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Remember that first manuscript I mentioned yesterday? The one that I completed that was thirteen thousand words? Yes, that’s the one. ’Twas my first book! Set in the latter portion of the 1700’s is The Shoe the Other Foot Fit. (By the by, ’tis now at fifty-five thousand words)<br />
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Oui, the title is odd (try saying it really fast three times), but, alas, I’ve called it that for so long, that my tongue no longer trips over the words.<br />
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My hope is to engage enough interest to drive a person to distraction. That distraction is in a three book Cinderella series that is fun, heartwarming, a teeny bit sensual and a whole lot of sweet. Don’t get me wrong—remember the evil stepmother? (in this case, the stepmamá)<br />
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Have I whet your l'appétit?<br />Kathy L Wheelerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14384045793607239512noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630661362314968050.post-68204049835577395052011-11-01T14:54:00.000-07:002011-11-01T14:54:34.523-07:00My Writing Journey's ConversionSix years ago this month began my journey writing romance. Yes, six years! To date, I have eight completed manuscripts. My very first story (I didn’t call it a book), was thirteen thousand words. And I knew nothing about writing. Nothing about POV….in fact, I didn’t know what POV was (FYI: Point of view). I knew nothing about characterization. <br />
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Regardless, I set my ass in the chair (or on the floor) every night and wrote. I am very good at tuning any and everything out. Soon, I’d completed my first “story”. I was elated. What did I do? I started the second one (one which will never see the light of day, in this lifetime). I could bore you with every detail, but I’ll try to refrain. <br />
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The process continued until, viola, (fast forward six years) and I now have eight. Did I ever enter contests (yes)? Or submit (yes)? Did I get rejects (a bunch)? But why am I telling you this? Because, most importantly, I finished what I started when I began this journey. And now, six years later, I am pleased to say I have signed contracts with two different publishers for two different books. My efforts are coming to fruition.<br />
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I will leave you with this—whatever your heart might desire, albeit writing fiction, memoirs, or music, the sense of accomplishment is akin to euphoric drugs (okay, I don’t know what that means, because I’ve never done drugs). But, to finish something is so incredible. And to have someone (read, buy, review????) validate one’s hard work, that took literally years, is insanely over-the-top, unbelievably cool.<br />
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Oh, and I’ll leave you with this, too: Nose Job from Wild Rose Press, thank you Nan Swanson (no release date yet—I’ll keep you posted). And, Quotable from Soul Mate Publishing (also, no release date, but not to worry…)<br />
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Good luck in your endeavors. Al Wheeler says, “The time is going to go by anyway. You might as well make it work in your favor.” (Thank you, honey.)<br />Kathy L Wheelerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14384045793607239512noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630661362314968050.post-61286475740211352702011-02-04T06:35:00.001-08:002011-02-04T06:39:14.029-08:00New Jersey Anyone?If you are ever in the need for a Romance Writer Conference, let me recommend the New Jersey’s Put Your Heart in a Book Conference held in Iselin, New Jersey. <br /><br />The parade of speakers presented was a star-studded list for the romance world that left me breathless.<br /><br />Imagine, my dear romance writing friend, you are seated at the bar chatting to other fellow attendees when suddenly you find yourself surrounded by the likes of Julie Ann Long, Julianne MacLean, Miranda Neville, <span style="font-style:italic;">Madeline Hunter</span>, keynote speaker- Sharon Sala. I thought I’d died and gone to Romance Writing Heaven. The romance writing adventures and advice from such seasoned professionals flowed around me like the winds of a southern plains storm. So much to revel in. So much to learn!<br /><br />Questions poured though my soul....Will I ever make it their level? Time will only tell. <br /><br />Yet, what did I learn? To persevere.<br /><br />I will not give up….I will not give up….I will not give up…Kathy L Wheelerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14384045793607239512noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630661362314968050.post-3352520722978670332010-08-11T19:24:00.000-07:002010-08-11T19:35:06.886-07:00RWA Orlando - A hitOrlando was Hot!<br /><br />Hot as in Great! Authors, agents, editors. But most especially—old and new friends. Yes, we know we go to Nationals to perfect our craft. And, yes, we know we go to network, and get away from our daily grind. But the biggest benefit is in seeing old friends, and making with new ones.<br /><br />As I travel throughout the year, (I got to two to three conferences per year) I am happy to report that all people I’ve met in Seattle, Atlanta, Dallas, Amarillo, and even the city in which I reside (Oklahoma City), Ii find I’m able to spend more time with friends from home when I encounter them at Nationals.<br /><br />And, I hope this never changes.Kathy L Wheelerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14384045793607239512noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630661362314968050.post-61462147529816497802009-05-04T07:58:00.000-07:002009-05-04T08:03:52.201-07:00So You Think You Have It Covered? Goal Motivation ConflictDeb Dixon's Goal Motivation and Conflict one day workshop is fabulous. When I first arrived at 7:30a on Saturday morning for breakfast, I was greeted by several members of the Greater Georgia Romance Writer's chapter. I felt somewhat concerned when I observed that only two rows of the at the front of the room, laid out in classroom style were occupied.<br /> When Deb started the workshop and I stepped out for a “ladies room” moment, imagine my surprise when almost every table, another ten rows of twelve chairs, were filled to capacity. For the entire day. <br /> She was terrific. I love her disclaimer: “If I talk to fast, feel free to try to slow me down. Well, you can try.”<br /> She talked ninety miles an hour. The disclaimer was a good idea, but it didn't work. I had writer's cramp from all my notes. But, that's okay. I'm a writer, after all.<br /> Anyway, I'm getting off-track. <br /> Deb is publisher of Belle Books (<a href="http://bellebooks.com/">http://bellebooks.com/</a>).<br /> Her thorough approach to the complete story is incredible. What I grasped from her fast talk is that each character in your story needs their own story. A complete circle, if you will.<br /> Based on the book, The Writer's Journey by Christopher Vogler, each CHARACTER has their own views, agenda's and learning curves in twelve easy steps (did I say easy? I was kidding). <br /> Giving the story depth and believability.<br /> She also lays out a handy little chart for each character outlining their Internal and External Goals, Motivations and Conflicts.<br /> I think the underlying theme here is each character. <br /> The best place to find Deb's book is <a href="http://www.gryphonbooksforwriters.com/">http://www.gryphonbooksforwriters.com/</a> for $19.95.<br /> Her url: <a href="http://www.debradixon.com/">http://www.DebraDixon.com</a><br /><br /> On another note regarding my time in Atlanta: What a fabulous city. The natives and not-natives are very friendly and helpful. I stayed at a small hotel next door to the CNN Tower. The Glenn Hotel. While they were under construction, the staff was very friendly from the valet to the bartenders to the maid who cleaned my room. <br /> I hope I have the opportunity to go back someday.<br /> The Georgia Aquarium has a fantastic Beluga Whale exhibit. Next year they will have Dolphins. The Margaret Mitchell Museum is an interesting tour. She wrote Gone with the Wind. **sigh** Other things, I should probably keep to myself.....<br /> Until next time.....arrivederci!Kathy L Wheelerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14384045793607239512noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630661362314968050.post-82700407931653768182009-04-24T09:04:00.000-07:002009-04-24T09:06:36.010-07:00On adding a little romance: For MenRomance writing is not just about romance. It’s about adventure, whether action or emotional. The only guarantee women have when they read romance is the happy ending. <br />You want to know what a woman desires, craves, excites for….Just ask any woman who reads romance regardless of the cover of their book. Yes, men, just ask any woman who reads. That, my dear sir, is called Action! <br /> This is my advice to you. If you feel your woman is not responding to what you consider your best efforts, then pick up a romance novel and read in plain English what she might really like. This does not include Penthouse forum. Though I guess it could if she is drunk.<br />Actually, it was not my intention to say this, it just sort of popped out. A little helpful advice if you will.<br /> So the question is: Do you know where to kiss her? The place that causes her knees to collapse beneath her? It’s probably not where you think. Try her neck, or the inside of her wrist. It’s a start of course.<br /> My plan on this blog is to Blog my writing adventures of travel to the different romance writing workshops and conferences. I’ll start with Atlanta, Deb Dixon’s Goal Motivation and Conflict next week.<br /> In the meantime….keep reading romance. It makes life fun.Kathy L Wheelerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14384045793607239512noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630661362314968050.post-465279368343186412009-04-23T11:04:00.000-07:002009-04-23T11:05:25.524-07:00Writing romance is like living your dreams your way! You choose how you want the ending. No one can take it away from you.Kathy L Wheelerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14384045793607239512noreply@blogger.com0