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Sunday, 30 December 2018

If Red isn't her real name - then what is it?? Daryl Devore's Dark Chocolate and Strawberries on Weekend Writing Warriors #8Sunday #hotread #twistedfairytale #romance


Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors! Where writers share an 8- 10 sentence snippet of their writing on Sunday.  Visit other participants on the list and read and comment on their 8sunday posts.
Spread the word. Twitter hashtag #8sunday. 


Happy Healthy and a Safe New Years everyone.

For weeks it's been about Red looking after her grandmother - so let's meet her. Last week's last line was Red identifying her grandmother as the sweet little old lady at the top of the rock climbing wall.


“Esmerelda! What are you doing here?” Red's grandmother walked toward her, but was jerked back by the still attached safety rope. She twisted around trying to reach the clasp. “Get this thing off of me.” The rock climbing attendant unhooked the safety catch.
Chopper bit back a chuckle. “Certainly doesn't look like she needs babysitting. Esmerelda.”
Red gave him a soft elbow to the ribs.


What's a naughty fairy tale like Red Riding Hood without Red, the huntsman, grandma and especially, the big bad wolf?

Esmerelda 'Red' Hood is summoned to her mother's executive suite only to learn her sweet granny is headed for a romantic cruise with a gigolo. Horrified, Red races off to save her grandma before it's too late.

On board, Red meets Andrew Woodsman and Willem Olf. One a cutie with the biggest puppy eyes and the other a dark, sophisticated predator. Her grandmother's warning rings in Red's ear "Never trust a wolf in sheep's clothing."

Even with the warning, Red has trouble choosing which man could be the big bad wolf and which could be her happily ever after.

Note: This book was previously published by New Dawning Bookfair under the title Sexy Red Hood.

Tag line:
What's a naughty fairy tale like Red Riding Hood without Red, the huntsman, grandma and especially, the big bad wolf?






What's happening in December on Romance -  Sweet to Heat

31 – Closed for New Years

Saturday, 29 December 2018

Christmas Knight - from Christmas in a Flash - 3 Christmas shorts from Daryl Devore writing as VIctoria Adams #romance #Christmas


As Tamara leaned over the railing to peer at the Caribbean water a tear trickled down her cheek. It paused at her chin, wobbled then dropped, mixing into the briny sea. She dug a crumpled tissue out of her pocket, blew her nose, and sighed.
A toe-tingling whiff of aftershave wafted past her nose. She recognized the fragrance, wood smoke with a hint of evergreen. The intoxicating aroma belonged to the tall, dark-haired, blue-eyed man she'd passed when the passengers boarded the Northern Lights cruise ship. She'd also caught a glimpse of him in the audience when she'd performed her evening's solo dance. His brilliant eyes appeared to glow.
Tam gave her head a shake. Don't be silly. Eyes don't glow.
She stuffed her tissue into her pocket and glanced at her cell phone. Her parent's text still filled the screen. Sorry we missed the boarding. Horrible snow storms. Hundreds of flights cancelled. We arrived in time to watch you sail over the edge of the earth. Our first Christmas not being together. Tears are forming. Must go. Love, Mom and Dad.
Tam's chin trembled as her eyes filled with tears. It wasn't fair. It's Christmas. Everything's supposed to be perfect at Christmas. A sigh filled her lungs, and she released it with a hiccup.
"When it's such a beautiful evening—dark sky, twinkling stars, soft tropical breeze, why would anyone so beautiful be so sad?"
Tamara turned towards the sound of the voice. Her gaze met the crystal blue eyes she'd noticed in the audience. Her brain seized. Her vocal cords froze. Aware the man standing before her was waiting for an answer, Tamara managed a weak shrug and a loud sniffle. She lowered her head. Oh, great. I look a mess. All red-eyed and snotty-nosed, and he's standing there looking like a Dolce and Gabbana model. Kill. Me. Now.
She swiped at a tear with her fist. He waved a handkerchief before her. She lifted her gaze. A teasing smile crossed his lips, making her heart flutter. His bottom lip was the biteable kind—soft, full and enticing. The one you want to slide your teeth across. The handkerchief waved again.
"Uh, no thanks…thank you." She snapped herself out of the fantasy moment and fumbled through her pocket. "I have…uh...this."  Glancing down, her stomach dropped at the sight of the soggy, wet, white lump in the middle of her palm.
With the tips of his thumb and index finger, he lifted the tissue from her hand and placed the immaculate, white linen handkerchief on it.
An embarrassed flush flowed from her toes to her nose. Tamara turned towards the sea. Filled with curiosity, she snuck a peek over her shoulder. He was returning from the nearest garbage bin, wiping his hands against each other as if to rid himself of something disgusting.
Tamara gritted her teeth. "Oh, this just keeps getting worse and worse."
He leaned on the railing next to her. His eyes twinkled as a puff of ocean breeze nudged a locket of hair onto his forehead. "What keeps getting worse?"
Oh, crap! I said that out loud






What's happening in December on Romance -  Sweet to Heat
30 – Weekend Writing Warriors #8Sunday
31 – Closed for New Years

Friday, 28 December 2018

The Herschel Space Observatory suggest comets are constantly smashing together. #NASA #Space #FridaysinSpace



  • NASA ID: PIA15425
  • Center: JPL
  • Secondary Creator Credit: ESA
  • Date Created: 2012-04-12
  • Visit JPL Website
New data from the Herschel Space Observatory suggest comets are constantly smashing together around the star Fomalhaut, a young star, just a few hundred million years old, and twice as massive as the sun.



What's happening in December on Romance -  Sweet to Heat
29 – SPOTLIGHT – Victoria Adams – Christmas in a Flash
30 – Weekend Writing Warriors #8Sunday
31 – Closed for New Years

Thursday, 27 December 2018

The next author in my minis series of favourite authors is neither a British mystery writer or a female. #shouldbewriting


The next author is not a British mystery writer or a female – he’s American mystery writer Rex Stout the creator of Nero Wolfe.

Photo credit – Wikipedia

Rex Stout was born in 1886 and died in 1975. He wrote 30+ novels and 35+ novellas featuring detective Nero Wolfe and his hard working and totally loveable assistant Archie Goodwin.

Rex Stout began his writing career in the 1910s. He wrote more than 40 stories which spanned genres including romance, adventure, science fiction/fantasy, and detective fiction, including two serialized murder mystery novellas that prefigured elements of the Wolfe stories.

In 1929 he wrote his first published book, How Like a God, an unusual psychological story written in the second person, and published by the Vanguard Press, which he had helped to found.

In the 1930s, Stout turned to writing detective fiction. In 1933-34, he wrote Fer-de-Lance, which introduced Nero Wolfe and Archie Goodwin.


In 1959 Stout received the Mystery Writers of America's Grand Master Award. The Nero Wolfe corpus was nominated Best Mystery Series of the Century at the world's largest mystery convention, and Rex Stout was nominated Best Mystery Writer of the Century.
For absolute lovers of Nero Wolfe there is a website- The Wolfe Pack - http://www.nerowolfe.org/

Why do I love these books? I love the intellect of Nero. He rarely leaves his apartment – has a fabulous chef – everybody should have a Fritz – and yet he can solve the most baffling mysteries with only his mind. Plus – there is always Archie. Archie does the leg work and fights the fights and is about 2 steps behind Nero at figuring out what is going on.
These books are fun and the characters and plots just grab you.


If you prefer a video version – there was a series made and it is pretty good. The late Maury Chaykin played Nero and Timothy Hutton plays Archie. It’s fun to watch with the added bonus of the time period and the fabulous clothes. Oh - and the orchids!



What's happening in December on Romance -  Sweet to Heat
28 – Fridays in Space
29 – SPOTLIGHT – Victoria Adams – Christmas in a Flash
30 – Weekend Writing Warriors #8Sunday
31 – Closed for New Years

Tuesday, 25 December 2018

This is my most favourite Christmas Carol of all time and the story behind it - beautiful. #Christmas #PeaceonEarth

This is my most favourite Christmas Carol of all time and the story behind it - beautiful.  
Copied from Wiki - Paul O'Neill explained the story behind Christmas Eve/Sarajevo 12/24 in an interview published on ChristianityToday.com ... We heard about this cello player born in Sarajevo many years ago who left when he was fairly young to go on to become a well-respected musician, playing with various symphonies throughout Europe. Many decades later, he returned to Sarajevo as an elderly man—at the height of the Bosnian War, only to find his city in complete ruins.
I think what most broke this man's heart was that the destruction was not done by some outside invader or natural disaster—it was done by his own people. At that time, Serbs were shelling Sarajevo every night. Rather than head for the bomb shelters like his family and neighbors, this man went to the town square, climbed onto a pile of rubble that had once been the fountain, took out his cello, and played Mozart and Beethoven as the city was bombed.
He came every night and began playing Christmas Carols from that same spot. It was just such a powerful image—a white-haired man silhouetted against the cannon fire, playing timeless melodies to both sides of the conflict amid the rubble and devastation of the city he loves. Sometime later, a reporter tracked him down to ask why he did this insanely stupid thing. 
The old man said that it was his way of proving that despite all evidence to the contrary, the spirit of humanity was still alive in that place. The song basically wrapped itself around him. We used some of the oldest Christmas melodies we could find, like "God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen" and "Carol of the Bells" part of the medley (which is from Ukraine, near that region). 
The orchestra represents one side, the rock band the other, and single cello represents that single individual, that spark of hope. The cellist that the story refers to is Vedran Smailovic. However, unlike the "white-haired man" referred to in the story, Smailović was in his mid-thirties at the time of the Siege of Sarajevo.
  Peace on earth.
My blog will reopen on Dec 27th.



Monday, 24 December 2018

Christmas Shorts - 3 romances - 1 book - Christmas in a Flash #Romance #Christmas


As Tamara leaned over the railing to peer at the Caribbean water a tear trickled down her cheek. It paused at her chin, wobbled then dropped, mixing into the briny sea. She dug a crumpled tissue out of her pocket, blew her nose, and sighed.
A toe-tingling whiff of aftershave wafted past her nose. She recognized the fragrance, wood smoke with a hint of evergreen. The intoxicating aroma belonged to the tall, dark-haired, blue-eyed man she'd passed when the passengers boarded the Northern Lights cruise ship. She'd also caught a glimpse of him in the audience when she'd performed her evening's solo dance. His brilliant eyes appeared to glow.
Tam gave her head a shake. Don't be silly. Eyes don't glow.
She stuffed her tissue into her pocket and glanced at her cell phone. Her parent's text still filled the screen. Sorry we missed the boarding. Horrible snow storms. Hundreds of flights cancelled. We arrived in time to watch you sail over the edge of the earth. Our first Christmas not being together. Tears are forming. Must go. Love, Mom and Dad.
Tam's chin trembled as her eyes filled with tears. It wasn't fair. It's Christmas. Everything's supposed to be perfect at Christmas. A sigh filled her lungs, and she released it with a hiccup.
"When it's such a beautiful evening—dark sky, twinkling stars, soft tropical breeze, why would anyone so beautiful be so sad?"
Tamara turned towards the sound of the voice. Her gaze met the crystal blue eyes she'd noticed in the audience. Her brain seized. Her vocal cords froze. Aware the man standing before her was waiting for an answer, Tamara managed a weak shrug and a loud sniffle. She lowered her head. Oh, great. I look a mess. All red-eyed and snotty-nosed, and he's standing there looking like a Dolce and Gabbana model. Kill. Me. Now.
She swiped at a tear with her fist. He waved a handkerchief before her. She lifted her gaze. A teasing smile crossed his lips, making her heart flutter. His bottom lip was the biteable kind—soft, full and enticing. The one you want to slide your teeth across. The handkerchief waved again.
"Uh, no thanks…thank you." She snapped herself out of the fantasy moment and fumbled through her pocket. "I have…uh...this."  Glancing down, her stomach dropped at the sight of the soggy, wet, white lump in the middle of her palm.
With the tips of his thumb and index finger, he lifted the tissue from her hand and placed the immaculate, white linen handkerchief on it.
An embarrassed flush flowed from her toes to her nose. Tamara turned towards the sea. Filled with curiosity, she snuck a peek over her shoulder. He was returning from the nearest garbage bin, wiping his hands against each other as if to rid himself of something disgusting.
Tamara gritted her teeth. "Oh, this just keeps getting worse and worse."
He leaned on the railing next to her. His eyes twinkled as a puff of ocean breeze nudged a locket of hair onto his forehead. "What keeps getting worse?"
Oh, crap! I said that out loud






What's happening in December on Romance -  Sweet to Heat
25 – Closed for Christmas
26 – Closed for Christmas
27 - Thursday #Yoga
28 – Fridays in Space
29 – SPOTLIGHT – Victoria Adams – Christmas in a Flash
30 – Weekend Writing Warriors #8Sunday
31 – Closed for New Years

Sunday, 23 December 2018

Based on the fairy tale - Little Red Riding Hood - Red was sent by her CEO mother to look after Grandma. Dark Chocolate and Strawberries by Daryl Devore on Weekend Writing Warriors #8Sunday #hotread #twistedfairytale #romance


Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors! Where writers share an 8- 10 sentence snippet of their writing on Sunday.  Visit other participants on the list and read and comment on their 8sunday posts.
Spread the word. Twitter hashtag #8sunday. 


First off - Merry Christmas or Season's Greeting to all Weekend Writing Warriors and visitors to my blog.

Based on the fairy tale - Little Red Riding Hood - Red was sent by her CEO mother to look after Grandma. It is suspected that grandma has gone on a senior's cruise with a gigolo. Red meets a bumbling shipmate.


A bit of editing to make it fit the rules.

Standing in the shade, leaning on a railing overlooking a pool, water slide, hot tub and rock climbing wall, Red asked, “Why are you on this cruise?”
“Last minute booking. Cheap rate. Cheap is affordable on my salary,” he said as he gazed out at the gulf. “I was looking for a change. Something completely different from an all boys private school. How about you?”
“I was sent here by my mother to babysit my grandmother.”
Chopper pointed out to the crowd of passengers either swimming or lounging in the sun and asked, “So, which of the sweet, little, old ladies is she?”
Red pointed and said, “That one. The one at the top of the rock climbing wall.”




What's a naughty fairy tale like Red Riding Hood without Red, the huntsman, grandma and especially, the big bad wolf?

Esmerelda 'Red' Hood is summoned to her mother's executive suite only to learn her sweet granny is headed for a romantic cruise with a gigolo. Horrified, Red races off to save her grandma before it's too late.

On board, Red meets Andrew Woodsman and Willem Olf. One a cutie with the biggest puppy eyes and the other a dark, sophisticated predator. Her grandmother's warning rings in Red's ear "Never trust a wolf in sheep's clothing."

Even with the warning, Red has trouble choosing which man could be the big bad wolf and which could be her happily ever after.

Note: This book was previously published by New Dawning Bookfair under the title Sexy Red Hood.

Tag line:
What's a naughty fairy tale like Red Riding Hood without Red, the huntsman, grandma and especially, the big bad wolf?




What's happening in December on Romance -  Sweet to Heat
24 – Author Spotlight – Victoria Adams – Christmas in a Flash
25 – Closed for Christmas
26 – Closed for Christmas
27 - Thursday #Yoga
28 – Fridays in Space
29 – SPOTLIGHT – Victoria Adams – Christmas in a Flash
30 – Weekend Writing Warriors #8Sunday
31 – Closed for New Years

Saturday, 22 December 2018

From Christmas in a Flash - Christmas Knight #Christmas #romance #VictoriaAdams #DarylDevore


As Tamara leaned over the railing to peer at the Caribbean water a tear trickled down her cheek. It paused at her chin, wobbled then dropped, mixing into the briny sea. She dug a crumpled tissue out of her pocket, blew her nose, and sighed.
A toe-tingling whiff of aftershave wafted past her nose. She recognized the fragrance, wood smoke with a hint of evergreen. The intoxicating aroma belonged to the tall, dark-haired, blue-eyed man she'd passed when the passengers boarded the Northern Lights cruise ship. She'd also caught a glimpse of him in the audience when she'd performed her evening's solo dance. His brilliant eyes appeared to glow.
Tam gave her head a shake. Don't be silly. Eyes don't glow.
She stuffed her tissue into her pocket and glanced at her cell phone. Her parent's text still filled the screen. Sorry we missed the boarding. Horrible snow storms. Hundreds of flights cancelled. We arrived in time to watch you sail over the edge of the earth. Our first Christmas not being together. Tears are forming. Must go. Love, Mom and Dad.
Tam's chin trembled as her eyes filled with tears. It wasn't fair. It's Christmas. Everything's supposed to be perfect at Christmas. A sigh filled her lungs, and she released it with a hiccup.
"When it's such a beautiful evening—dark sky, twinkling stars, soft tropical breeze, why would anyone so beautiful be so sad?"
Tamara turned towards the sound of the voice. Her gaze met the crystal blue eyes she'd noticed in the audience. Her brain seized. Her vocal cords froze. Aware the man standing before her was waiting for an answer, Tamara managed a weak shrug and a loud sniffle. She lowered her head. Oh, great. I look a mess. All red-eyed and snotty-nosed, and he's standing there looking like a Dolce and Gabbana model. Kill. Me. Now.
She swiped at a tear with her fist. He waved a handkerchief before her. She lifted her gaze. A teasing smile crossed his lips, making her heart flutter. His bottom lip was the biteable kind—soft, full and enticing. The one you want to slide your teeth across. The handkerchief waved again.
"Uh, no thanks…thank you." She snapped herself out of the fantasy moment and fumbled through her pocket. "I have…uh...this."  Glancing down, her stomach dropped at the sight of the soggy, wet, white lump in the middle of her palm.
With the tips of his thumb and index finger, he lifted the tissue from her hand and placed the immaculate, white linen handkerchief on it.
An embarrassed flush flowed from her toes to her nose. Tamara turned towards the sea. Filled with curiosity, she snuck a peek over her shoulder. He was returning from the nearest garbage bin, wiping his hands against each other as if to rid himself of something disgusting.
Tamara gritted her teeth. "Oh, this just keeps getting worse and worse."
He leaned on the railing next to her. His eyes twinkled as a puff of ocean breeze nudged a locket of hair onto his forehead. "What keeps getting worse?"
Oh, crap! I said that out loud






What's happening in December on Romance -  Sweet to Heat

23 - Weekend Writing Warriors #8Sunday
24 – Author Spotlight – Victoria Adams – Christmas in a Flash
25 – Closed for Christmas
26 – Closed for Christmas
27 - Thursday #Yoga
28 – Fridays in Space
29 – SPOTLIGHT – Victoria Adams – Christmas in a Flash
30 – Weekend Writing Warriors #8Sunday
31 – Closed for New Years