Monday, August 14, 2017

Candy Crush

I'm a new addict to Candy Crush.  I know...that's so early 2000's, but hey...I'm a little slow.  I blame the show Candy Crush on this addiction.  But I'm not as bad as my husband, who is REALLY addicted to playing it on MY Nook.

I've found a few things out about life from Candy Crush.  Sometimes, you can't get to point B without doing something at point A.  It's kind of like in a book.  You can't present parts of the plot until you have a few things described beforehand, like back story, or setting up a crisis by showing the stuff beforehand and why it's a crisis.

Yeah.  I know.  Candy Crush isn't like a book...but isn't it?  One things leads to another and all of a sudden, you're in a bad place with no way out--what is perfect for books.

Have a super week!  Check out the 99 cent deal this week at featured books on my website.  This week, it's a YA called 'The Improbable Legend of Lucy George,' which is good for ALL ages.



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Monday, August 7, 2017

99 cents this week: All the Better to Love You With



99 cents this week!

Love Christian romance that's not preachy but just fun?  Check this book out!  It's loosely based on Little Red Riding Hood, but in this case, Red's not so innocent.  She's arrested by Sheriff Wolfe for stealing her granny's car, just so she could visit her other granny.

Here's the web page, so you can read more.  Click on excerpt on that page and you'll get the first chapter.  Enjoy!

Eryn/SweetTale Books

Monday, July 31, 2017

#59! 'Justice for Dessert' by Markee Anderson

Another book out!  YAY!  #59 for SweetTale Books!!!

Here it is:  'Justice for Dessert' by Markee Anderson



Blurb:

When foodie and lawyer Scott Bailey criticizes paralegal Ella Justice's dessert blog as 'DoubtingScotty,' she has to take action. What will she do when she finds out he's also the prosecuting attorney on the other side of her current court case—the man she's fallen for?

Excerpt:

DoubtingScotty hated Ella Justice. From his comments on her blog, he really was out to get her. She could tell he was a man, hiding behind a mask like others online. This guy, though, not only wore that mask, but was a troll, stopping at nothing to be mean.

Good. She really needed a bad guy for her blog. It gave it credibility.

She read DoubtingScotty's comment aloud. "Don't give up your day job, because this is an awful recipe. If I had a dog, I wouldn't feed this to him because it might kill him." She laughed. DoubtingScotty was both her nemesis and her hero, if that was even possible.

Her blog, 'Justice for Dessert,' had close to a million followers. Even though she was a paralegal by day, by night, this blog was her passion. It was also part of the grade for her required class project.

In the big scheme of things, it didn't matter what DoubtingScotty thought, because his biting comments helped drum up more onlookers. She loved to cook, dreaming up strange desserts to keep her readers interested. This blog, though, wasn't just to share recipes, but designed to prove a point.

"I guess he didn't like sponge cake with shrimp and grits." She chuckled. "His loss. It was one of my better awful concoctions." She shook her head. "This guy must have refined taste buds. He's definitely not the fast-food type." She rested her fingers on the keyboard, ready to reply. The more controversy, the better. But before she could type a single letter, six other people posted comments, all disagreeing with DoubtingScotty, proving her point about herd mentality in a blog. People always followed a strong leader, which she seemed to have in spades for the blog. They all seemed to agree with her, no matter what she posted. However, if truth be told, she agreed with DoubtingScotty. The cake tasted awful, but she had to keep up the charade. The grade for this project would be better than she thought.

"JoeMan, you're so right," she said with a chuckle. "'Don't knock it until you try it. Grits go with everything.' Yep. Tell it like it is." She read over more of the comments, laughing as she went, since they all beat up the poor new guy. "Time to pay the piper." She poised her fingers over the keyboard, talking aloud as she typed. "DoubtingScotty, I think JoeMan said it best. 'Don't knock it until you try it.' From all the comments, 'Justice has been served…for dessert.' The jury has spoken. See, Dawg, you just don't know good eats." She chuckled as she pressed enter and then waited.

Her cell phone rang, so she grabbed it and glanced at the caller ID before she answered. "Hey, Cher. What's up?" She put it on speakerphone.

"I'm reading your blog right now. Dawg? Seriously?"

"I don't want anyone to know I have any college background. I want them to think I'm a sous chef or something and learned everything on the job. I want to have street cred." She chuckled, because she, of all people, barely had street cred, whatever that even meant. She'd been raised in an upper-class, white-collar home, with every whim taken care of. But she wanted to prove to herself that she wasn't above anyone and was trying to make it on her own. Her independence was her street cred.

"Yeah. Right." Her friend chuckled. "You're hardly street anything. You have too many legal terms on the disclaimer that you're definitely someone who went to college and are still going."

She put her hands over the sides of the laptop's monitor. "Shh! Don't say that too loudly. Someone online might hear you."

Cher laughed at her. "You're crazy. I think DoubtingScotty has a thing for you."

"You're hilarious. He's probably one of our clients, being charged with murder or something nefarious. For all I know, he could be a serial killer, out to get me. You'll help me if he's a criminal, right?"

Cher was a lawyer in Ella's law firm who was fighting to become a partner in their plush Washington, D.C. office.

Ella, on the other hand, was going to school during the week to become a lawyer. It would be a while until she could take the bar exam, so she put it out of her thoughts and concentrated on one class at a time. Since this was her third class, she had a while until she could finally become a lawyer. Was it her dream job? No, but it would pay the bills and make her family happy.

Cher chuckled. "Sure, I'll help you, along with a few dishy cops. If DoubtingScotty's a murderer, I think it'd be fitting to feed him the recipe on your current post for his last meal. I'd make sure he gets it, too. If he keels over from shrimp and whatever, then it'll save the state a bundle from killing him off."

Ella just laughed. Cher wasn't the type to send someone to their death for any reason. She was more of a bleeding heart, willing to take on any sob story.

"Sure," Ella said, playing along. "I think we should force feed him."

"You read my mind." Cher paused. "Hey, he's talking to you."

Ella looked back at the blog and read aloud. "Dawg, you're no gangsta, so don't go there. You're probably some snotty soccer mom who thinks she can cook because she knows how to make hotdogs in a microwave."

Ella couldn't believe it. "That guy has a lot of nerve, but thank you, DoubtingScotty. I'm sure my ratings just went up." She placed her fingers on the keyboard.

"Don't type yet," Cher said. "We have to make this guy put his money where his mouth is. Make him show that he knows better. Take this off-blog, though, because you don't need a shouting match between you and him. Tell the guy to email you. It looks more mysterious that way."

"You're the boss." Ella typed as she spoke. "Email me. Harassment online isn't nice." She stopped typing but didn't press enter yet. "Is that okay?"

"Yep. Your blog's email address is on there, so hopefully, he'll be able to find it. That is, unless he's an idiot."

Just as she pressed enter, a loud noise in the hallway made Ella turn toward the door. "They're at it again." It was in the direction of the nasty apartment down the hall. All they ever did was yell.

"Is he hurting her?" Cher asked.

Ella listened. "Not yet. But he's screaming. He sounds drunk."

"I'm calling the cops. This is ridiculous."

"Thanks." Ella pushed up her sleeves, ready for a fight. "I'm tempted to go over there."

"No. You stay put. My buddy Rodney will handle it."

Ella couldn't believe her boss. "You just want to flirt with any cop. Admit it."

Cher chuckled. "Yeah. I'm wearing this guy down. Listen for the sirens." She ended the call, so Ella pressed end.

With her phone still in her hand, Ella headed for the door. She put her eye to the peephole and watched. No one was in the hallway, but Dwayne's voice grew louder.

"You don't know?" he screamed. "Let me show you how to chop onions then. Give me that knife."

Ella had to do something. The cops were taking too long and she couldn't let Dwayne kill his mousey wife, Janie. The woman was six months pregnant. They had a five-year-old daughter, Isabel, who was probably in the same room.

"No, Daddy," Isabel screamed. "Don't hurt Mommy!" She cried, along with Janie's loud sobs, confirming Ella's worst fears.

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Read more here.

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99 cent book this week: Kissin' in a Kilt!



Imagine you're the heroine in this book. Kelcie Roberts, who just wants to dig on a plot in Scotland to find a treasured artifact that would knock the socks off the current history of Mary Queen of Scots.  However, because of the landowner of that property, she has to barter for each square foot to dig.  He's arrogant and overbearing, but holds the key to that treasure.

What would you do?

Find out more here:  Kissin' in a Kilt Website.  Click on 'excerpt' to read the first chapter.


Blurb:

Kelcie Roberts has finally found the spot in Scotland where she's certain Mary Queen of Scots' chalice is located. If she and her archeological team can dig it up, she'll change history and become famous, finally earning her a doctorate from back home in Minnesota. There's only one problem--the owner, famous soccer player and businessman Graham McGregor, is putting restrictions on the dig, making her play as if she's his girlfriend just to make his ex-girlfriend jealous. Graham's mother doesn't like Kelcie because of a centuries old feud between their families, and Kelcie also can't tell anyone she's the daughter of a U.S. Senator who hates Europe. She just wants to get the chalice, but it seems as if the world has other plans for her, played out in the media while Graham worms his way into her heart.


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Monday, July 24, 2017

I Love to Read

Most of us at our house have been sick in the past week--even the dogs.  As a matter of fact, my husband is home today, trying not to cough and sneeze.  I'm only at the beginning of this sick journey, hoping I can get it to go faster than my husband and youngest daughter.

Thus, I'm doing little non-physical things around the house.  Yesterday, we sorted through family picture (AGAIN), taking out duplicates.  We'd already sorted them by person/persons, but now, we wanted them down to an easier amount to handle.

I also have been reading old unpublished stories of mine, to see if they were worthy of publication.  Some--not so much.  They'd have to have an entire rewrite because I cringe at some of the sentences.  UGH.  After cringing, I laugh, read them to my husband, and he howls in laughter.

Others are worthy.  I have some of the series for the Rescuers in Action books done, even though I have only the first one out.  It's entitled The Lord is With Me.  In the book, it's up to Destiny to save her sister from kidnappers in Indonesia, even though she has no experience for the trip.  She accidentally meets the leader of a group who rescue people around the world.  They take a trip to Indonesia, coming up against many obstacles.

I have two more of the series, but I need to water them down a bit, since they're rather intense.  But they were an enjoyable read, especially since I wasn't feeling well.

Sometimes, you have to sit back and enjoy the view instead of plow ahead and keep going.  Some day, I hope to slow my life down enough that I can just read for fun, getting books off the Internet to do just that.  But until then, I'm going through pictures and such, reading books that I wrote long ago.

I hope you have a great, relaxing week.  I might be forced to do just that.

SweetTale Books


Monday, July 17, 2017

Mean Manipulative People

Authors love mean people.  They can certainly make the best types of antagonists, and really can set the protagonist on edge.

But in real life, those types can cause chaos.  What motivates these types?  I've had a few of those types on social media recently and I just block them.  They're not worth my time if they're out to be angry or manipulative.  I have enough of those types in my own family than to take on someone else's drama.

When things like that happen to me, I put them in a book and slowly take them down, one peg at a time.  I may have just a little issue with revenge with those types, but they just bother me.

Why are so many people so angry?  I've noticed that society is filled with people whose ultimate goal is to 'step in someone else's cornflakes' and tick them off.

I wish those types would learn the golden rule and see how it all feels.  Time to put them all in a book and teach them some manners.  😁

Have a happy day filled with sunshine!
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Monday, July 10, 2017

Working...working...working...

Have you ever had a revelation in your life, where things all of a sudden just come together?

Last week, we went to Lifest in Oshkosh for 3 days (off and on).  It's a Christian concert of many many bands.  You bring chairs and sit in an open field, out in the sun, with various big screens set up so you can actually see the stage.

I'd been working on the last of the Three Cross Faith books for the past few months and had come to a stand-still.  I was ready to scrap the entire thing and start over...before Lifest.  I watched the bands and had a revelation about the story that really fit.  As I watched the bands on the stage, I realized that they're just normal people with extraordinary lives.  They get along with their band mates, but have to travel a lot just to make it.  Even so, they do it with a smile on their face and energy like I've never seen before.  I think I've known this in the past when writing the other five books in the series, but this time, it hit me once again.  I needed to make my characters human.

I know.  Weird revelation after writing 58 books.  It's not a new thought I've ever had, but for some reason, it really hit me for this story that I'm working on.  Dylan's love life needs it (he's a character in the series who just can't find love even though he's dated a lot).

So, stay tuned for the last of the Three Cross Faith books.  I like this one as much, if not more, than the other five, and I just loved those books.  It'll take me a while to finish it, but it's coming along nicely.

Have a great day!
Eryn of SweetTale Books