Friday 56

Eli and Sarel 2011So, who is all at RT this week and which of you are living vicariously through the tweets and Facebook posts? I fall into the latter category. I love New Orleans and I hate that I’m missing out on so much fun and a wonderful city.  But, don’t fret if you’re like me and had to stay home; we can still have fun, right?  We’ve made it to Friday…and it’s time for some Friday 56.  Grab your closest book and flip to page 56 and give me the 5th full sentence.   This week, I’m going to go back a bit and I have one of Shiloh’s older novels, The Hunters: Eli and Sarel, and it’s a steamy one ;)!


Lifting his head, he asked, “No panties, darling?”


If you’re at RT, make sure to find Shiloh and say hello!


Friday 56

It’s finally Friday again, YAY! So we know what that means, time for Friday 56.  Grab the closest (not necessarily what you’re currently reading, just whatever happens to be near you at the moment). Turn to page 56 and give us the 5th sentence. You can also quote an extra one or two around it if you’d like, to give some context ;).

My closest…Dragon Bound by Thea Harrison.  I’ve heard rave reviews all over twitter about this book and broke my “no buying new books til you get the TBR stack more manageable…excluding releases for current series/must read authors” policy.

Without further ado…

“The sunlight was different here, clearer and thinner, and she got the sense of a nearby place drenched in magic.”


Friday Reads/Friday 56

Dark Descendant

Hey all, Nicole again

This released this past Tuesday (4/26), so of course I’m already devouring it ;). My Friday 56 comes from Dark Descendant by Jenna Black.

I might have been able to talk myself out of believing the things I’d seen the cultists do last night.

What’s your Friday read/Friday 56? Haven’t done the Friday 56 before? No worries, it’s easy peasy…grab the closest book (doesn’t have to be what you’re in the midst of reading, just whatever is closest to you at the moment), flip over to page 56, give us the 5th sentence.  You can do one or two others from around that line, if you’d like. Happy reading!


Friday 56

Hey all, Nicole here. Are you ready for the weekend? I know I am ;). My #Fridayreads will be Primal Bonds by Jennifer Ashley.   If you haven’t done a Friday 56 before, grab the nearest book (doesn’t have to be the one you’re reading…in my case it *is*) just the closest one. Turn to page 56 and give us the 5th sentence. You can add a sentence or 2 around it if you want.  Happy Good Friday all :).

That surprised him.


Friday 56…and hey, this counts as a Friday Snippets, too

The Book: Shades of Gray…a just finished WIP by yours truly.  (Hey, it was the closest…as in open on my laptop)

page 56, 5th sentence. (I gave a few more lines, too)

Scowling, he watched as she went back to her bags, opening one of the suitcases and digging around until she had some jeans and a top. Keeping her back to him and her voice low as she spoke quietly, quickly.   She got dressed as she talked, pulling jeans up over her narrow hips, a plain back t-shirt that hung too lose on her slender frame.  He caught only every few words of her hushed conversation—one that didn’t make a whole lot of sense, either.

The Friday 56 idea came from… This is What I Have to Say

The Rules:

  • Grab the book nearest you. Right now.
  • Turn to page 56.
  • Find the fifth sentence.
  • Post that sentence (plus one or two others if you like) along with these instructions on your blog or (if you do not have your own blog) in the comments section of this blog.
  • Post a link along with your post back to this blog.
  • Don’t dig for your favorite book, the coolest, the most intellectual. Use the CLOSEST.

And the solution is….a nap!


Yesterday I was feeling too bleh to mess with the normal TT. Woke up Thursday feeling equally bleh and figured I wouldn’t get much done. I was tired, my brain couldn’t focus.

Still, I sat down with my laptop and got to work. Managed a whopping 816 words. :-| Considering the story I’m working on is contracted, and it’s due 2/1 and needs to be oh…. say… 90k, I wasn’t much impressed with the 816. Granted, the book is already at the half way point, but I’m obsessive. Until it’s done, I’m not happy with writing less than a thousand words a day. 2-3K, though? I’m good with that.

Didn’t seem to want to come today, though.

I was too tired to focus and my brain was running up against a roadblock. So I did what any author should do… I took a nap. Seriously-and it worked. I just added about 1200 words to the secondary work in progress (WIP) and 3400 to the main work. More, I also figured out why I am butting up against the plot roadblock and I think I’ve found a way around it.

Naps work wonders. ;)

The current WIP is titled Share and Share Alike, although I dunno if I’ll stick with that title. I’ve also been terribly lazy about the Friday snippets deal… a fantastic idea, but I can’t ever seem to get motivated away from the deadlines to remember to do it. I remembered today!

So below is an excerpt from Share and Share Alike~a romantic suspense contracted with Berkley, unfinished, unedited…it’s not due to release until ’09 so I’ve got time to clean it up.

Ellie was a heartbreaker, that was sure. Rina Manning got her heart broken on a regular basis, but Ellie was going to a memorable one. Right then, Ellie lay on the bed, curled into a tight ball and sleeping like she hadn’t slept in a week.
Easing up from the hard stool by the bed, Rina watched Ellie’s face for a minute to make sure she wouldn’t wake and then she started to pace the small confines of the exam room.

Small, scared and scarred, Ellie was a sad little thing but it wasn’t too late for her. She was only four years old and half of her life had been spent in the care of foster parents. Foster parents that loved her. One set of foster parents really stood out in Rina’s mind and if she had anything to do with it, Ellie was going to go back to those people.

Hell, Ellie shouldn’t have ever been removed from them. Rina knew the courts had good intentions, but the road to hell and all that. Putting that child back with her drug dealer mama who had no desire to stay sober, it all translated to one thing. A BFM.

Big fucking mistake.

Unfortunately she saw a lot of them in her line of work. This one, though, it was going to end all right. She’d damn well see to it. Poor Ellie wouldn’t realize it now, and she may never realize it, but her mother dying was the best thing to ever happen to her.

“Will she be okay?”

Rina turned and looked at the doctor. He stood at the doorway, staring at Ellie with grim eyes.

Now there was another heart breaker. Sexy and absolutely mouth watering. Dr. Devlin Rafferty hadn’t shaved in a couple of days and his clothes were so damned rumpled, she figured he’d been sleeping in them. Heavy lidded gray eyes, lines carved into the harsh features of his face, and a long, rangy build, he looked more like a warrior than a doctor.

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Friday Snippets ~ For the Love of Jazz

This was my first attempt at actual romantic suspense.  Still not overly sure I managed it well, but eh, not much I can do about it now. 

For the Love of Jazz

The day was overcast, which only seemed fitting. Crouched by the gravesite, Jazz studied the pale gray headstone with troubled eyes. “Why did you have to go and die, Sheri?” he whispered. Even though nearly two years had passed, he still couldn’t quite believe she wasn’t going to be lying in bed next to him in the morning. They had been married less than two years when Sheri was diagnosed with a brain tumor, an inoperable one.

She was dead less than six months later, and all the treatments in the world couldn’t have saved her.

It seemed so unreal. Bawdy, loud, lovable Sheri with her wildly curling mass of blonde hair and her gamin grin lay under six feet of cold, dark earth. And her widowed husband was left alone, again, to raise their little girl. Mariah was almost three when her mother died and now, two years later, she hardly remembered the woman who’d given birth to her, although Jazz kept a picture of Sheri by Mariah’s bed.

He could see something of Sheri in Mariah’s grin—hear the echo when his little girl laughed, and that hurt almost as much as it helped. He hadn’t planned on loving Sheri. They’d gotten married because of the baby. Both of them wanted a child, they liked each other well enough and had planned on that being enough.

It would have been, too. If Sheri hadn’t died. Jazz had fallen in love with her, slowly, day by day. The woman made him laugh like he hadn’t laughed in years and for a while, he stopped taking life so seriously. Then life took Sheri from him.

“I miss you, Sheri,” he whispered, closing his eyes.

Though he had known her less than four years, married her only because of an unplanned pregnancy, Sheri Robertson McNeil had been the focus of his life. The loneliness that ate at him had disappeared when he had met Sheri at a party, only to return in full force now that she was gone again.

As the clouds overhead opened, a heavy downpour falling, Jazz opened his eyes and stared at the headstone, his lean face etched with despair. “Damn it, Sheri. You were all I had. How in the hell could you go and die on me?”

Blowing out a harsh breath, he rose and stared down at the gravesite one last time. In the morning, he’d bring Mariah by one more time to say good-bye to her mama, and then they were heading south.

After sixteen years away, Jazz was finally going home.

A voice from the past whispered in his ear, You’re cursed, boy. Everything you touch is destroyed, and everybody you love dies.



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Friday Snippets

So a new meme thing… actually writing related so hey… this IS work.


From I’ll Be Hunting You… in ebook from Ellora’s Cave. FYI, it’s erotic romance so if that’s not your thing… although this snippet isn’t racy.

“Who could do this?” Eli muttered. The vampire had the face of a fallen angel—high cheekbones, a mouth that was almost too pretty for a man and eyes the color of old gold. His blond hair was tied back in a stubby ponytail.

He was pissed. His eyes glowed with fury and Tori could see a muscle jerking in his jaw as he stared at the kids who were gathered around his wife. The youngest one sat in Sarel’s lap, playing with the witch’s braid. The middle child was lying on his belly, drawing a picture. “This is my mommy. She died. She got sick. There was a bump in her chest and it got bigger and bigger…”

“She had cancer.” It was the first thing the oldest child had said since Eli and Sarel had arrived. Her voice was soft and timid and she wouldn’t look at anybody. The fear inside that child broke Tori’s heart. Her straw-yellow hair hung in her face as she said, “She just kept getting sicker and sicker. I tried to make her feel better. I tried to help. But I didn’t help enough. It’s my fault she died.”

“No.” Sarel’s voice was firm but gentle. She reached out and touched the girl’s arm—one quick, light touch and then she pulled away. Tori still thought the woman was a bitch and a half but she had a way with kids that Tori envied. Kids adored her. “It wasn’t your fault, Beth. Sometimes people just get sick. And it’s nobody’s fault.”

Beth shook her head. “It was my fault. God took her because I’m bad. I’m evil.” She looked down at her hands and Tori could see they were shaking.

“You are not evil.” Sarel’s eyes were flashing, burning with anger but no sign of her fury showed in her voice. “You’re a kid. God doesn’t punish little kids. He loves them.”

Sarel continued to talk to them and by the time Tori left the room twenty minutes later, even the oldest one had a small smile on her face. Eli followed her out of the room and Tori gave him a grin. “It’s still hard to believe how good she is with kids.”

Eli’s lips curved upward in a smile and he arched a brow at her. “You know why the two of you don’t get along, Torrence?”

“Because you fell in love with a mean bitch?” Tori offered helpfully.

He just laughed. “Sarel can be mean when she wants. Just like you. That is the problem, pet. The two of you are entirely too much alike. Stubborn, hot headed, willful and arrogant.”

Tori curled her lip in a sneer. “Bite me.”

“I already have.” Eli laughed. “And as delightful as it was, any more biting on my part and Sarel will rip my balls off.” He passed a hand down her hair and then rested it on her shoulder. “Go on. I know you want to catch up with Declan. We’ll take care of the children. They are in good hands.”

She smiled faintly. “I know they are.” She turned around and moved to hug Eli but as she moved toward him, she stumbled. Bent over. A deep, racking cough choked her.

Couldn’t breathe.

Smoke. Choking her.

Fire. Searing her flesh.


Distantly, she heard her name being called. Felt big, strong hands on her arms, shaking her. Another voice. A hand touched her face. She forced her eyes open, found herself staring at Sarel. “Declan…”


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