This was her special time, this early part of the day when the sun was just about to creep over the horizon. It was a brand new day in which anything could happen.
Back to the land of freedom. Back to breaking the law with her sisters to make sure justice got served. God, just the thought had her tingling all over.
She blinked once, then twice, and yet again, sure what she viewed was just another part of this fantasy world that she had stepped into when her feet touched the green grass of Ireland.
War is new to her, power to destroy her enemies untried. When a woman meets her enemy she has no code of ethics. She's unhampered by a sense of honor. She has a much keener sense of kill-or-be-killed than we men. A woman faces her enemy and destroys him.
white and pink, that smelled heavenly, hibiscus so brilliant in color they almost burned Sophie's eyeballs. In the middle of the lanai, a table was set for breakfast, with pristine white dishes. The chairs
You'd think after all I've done for my cat--the belly rubs, the back scratches, the endless cans of Fancy Feast--you'd think she could at least wear a pair of reindeer antlers for three minutes while I took her picture for my annual Christmas card. But, no, Prozac, the little drama queen, had decided that the fuzzy felt antlers I'd ordered online were emissaries from the devil and was determined to avoid them at all costs.
Writing fiction (that means I make up stuff) is like having a free GO PAST GO card. You can write pretty much whatever you want, burn down a building, maim or kill a character, you can create love, hate, payback. You can create fictional places that over time actually become real to you the writer, and also to the reader. For example, Pinewood, where the vigilantes hang out, is a fictional farm in McLean, Virginia.
It was my editor at the time who has since retired, telling me that Walter and she would be coming to Charleston the following week to discuss my submission. Walter was Walter Zacharius, the founder and owner of Kensington Publishing. Walter was my boss, and my friend. I want to say right here and now that I absolutely adored that man. He saw me through some bad times, the death of my husband, and then the death of my youngest daughter a fe..
This is definitely 'a moment.' Do either of you have a camera?" "Mom, a camera is not something I carry around in my purse. However, all is not lost. Nik has one in her car. I'll scoot over there and get it." Nikki fished in her pocket and tossed her the keys."