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Contract glory!

February 25, 2009 Leave a comment

Wooohooooooo……

I sold my short story One Night In Bangkok to Noble Romance Publishing. I’m so jazzed! This of course will be under Rhian Cahill but hell that’s me so I’m bragging here too. LOL

I’ve already signed and sent the contract but know nothing else yet. This news is less than 12 hours old so I think I’m at that point in the roller coaster where you just leave the top of that first big drop. Jeez, hope I don’t lose my lunch.

Rachel

Categories: News, Writing

A taste of Jolene’s hero.

February 24, 2009 1 comment

Last week I promised I’d blog a bit of Troy, Jolene’s hero. It’s unedited and definitely not polished but it should give you a feel for the man. This is the section straight after what I blogged last week. Enjoy

Troy found her exactly where he thought she’d be. Every year she came and sat in the freezing winter morning. Her emotions clearly stamped on her face. The raw pain etched across Jolene’s pretty features always dragged at his gut. Over the last ten years they’d built a solid friendship but she still wouldn’t include anyone in this pilgrimage.

Sitting on the damp grass in her threadbare coat, she was the image of absolute misery. It was the one time of the year where she let what happened have free rein, every other day she kept it carefully locked away. But today, the anniversary of the violent act that took the lives of her children and parents, she let it out.

Tears streamed down her cheeks unnoticed, dripping onto the ground with a steady plop. There was nothing but the one headstone to mark the grave, no flowers ever placed on it. Jolene wouldn’t allow beauty to mask the ugliness. Just like she’d chosen the dark under the tree for them to rest in.

He didn’t begin to understand the logic behind the decisions, but then how could there be any logic in such an emotional situation? Like he did on this day every year, he’d give her time. Then he’d do what he always had, he’d go and help her pick up the pieces of her sanity so she could get through the rest of the day.

And the rest of her life.

Fishing in his pocket, he pulled out a packet of gum. Without taking his eyes from Jolene he popped a piece into his mouth. His jaw clamped down hard as she traced the words on the headstone. The shake in her fingers could be from the cold or from the raw ache he knew was tearing her up inside. Probably both.

That damn coat didn’t offer any protection from the wind but she refused to wear anything else. He’d bought her a new coat last year, managed to get her to accept it and she did wear it. But never here. Here she wore the same coat she’d worn for the last ten years. The same clothes.

He’d asked her about it once, why she wore the same thing as the day they buried her family. The stunned look on her face had said it all. She’d sworn he was mistaken. Why would she wear the same outfit? She didn’t even really remember the day never mind what she’d had on. Troy believed her. He remembered all too clearly how she’d been that day.

How she was now.

The shriek of the wind as it cut across the cemetery forced him to his feet. Enough was enough. He wouldn’t sit here and watch her freeze to death. Her frozen heart caused him plenty of grief; he wouldn’t have the rest of her go that way. Time to make a move and take her home.

He approached with as much noise as he could make but she was so caught up in the grief and the dark corner of her mind where she kept her memories she wouldn’t even hear a herd of cows. Still… he wouldn’t risk startling her. The morning chill sank further into his bones and he shivered. It had nothing to do with where he was and his dislike of what it meant to her.

Rachel

Categories: Writing

Chat day.

February 18, 2009 Leave a comment

Join me on the 18th of Feb at Chatting with Joyfully Reviewed, I’ll be there with two of my wonderful CP’s and some great author friends I’ve met in recent months. Mari Carr, Vivian Arend, Lila Dubois, Jambrea Jo Jones and Jess Dee are hold a Monsters, Wolves, and Menages… Oh My! chat from dawn to dusk. Of course with them spread all around the world the way they are this is your (to quote Viv) ‘passport to pleasure’! Plus we’ve got our good friend and talented cover artist Valerie Tibbs stopping in to chat as well. Should be a great day. Don’t miss it, you just never know what kind of mischief we’ll get up to. You can join here – Chatting with Joyfully Reviewed.

Rachel

Categories: News, Writing

Bugger!!

February 17, 2009 2 comments

I’m out. I’ve got mixed feeling about being out. I’m happy to have made the bottom thirty and happy that I’ve done so well two years in a row but this story is barely started. Even though I’ve got most of the ground work laid out in my head on in a notebook I need time to sit and concentrate on getting the words down which at the moment I don’t have. Plus with it being connected with two others it tends to trigger scenes from the others and then I’m off on a tangent and well that ain’t good for getting it done. I need to get enough stuff out of the way to be able to write three books at once because I think that’s how this is going to work. With my US trip less than 9 weeks away I’m planning to pick up with Troy and Jolene when I get back. Or I might work on them while I’m in the US. Need to decide which story or stories will be getting the international treatment.

Even though I’m out I thought I’d share the unedited first section with you all. Next week I’ll give you a taste of Troy but for now you just get Jolene. Enjoy.

Cold trembling fingers reached out to trace the letters engraved on the headstone, the chilly marble slab the only tangible link to the family Jolene still missed. Ten years hadn’t even begun to numb the pain or take away the gaping hole in her heart. The years hadn’t answered the questions that screamed to be answered.

Set back from the rest of the graves, the stone sat under a shady tree. She’d picked the spot for the lack of light, her babies would never again enjoy the sunshine and neither would their final resting place. She knew it wasn’t a rational thing to want for them but at the time, and even now, it seemed fitting.

The icy pre-dawn wind blew across the ground and whistled between the marble, slate and sandstone that marked the lives of so many. In this place, surrounded by death, Jolene breathed the breath of the living-dead. She wasn’t physically buried in the soil with her family, but her soul was. If it hadn’t joined them the day they died, it had the day she killed the man responsible.

The courts ruled it self-defense. She wasn’t a murderer and could live her life a free woman. She didn’t feel free. She had taken a life. It had been kill or be killed and Jolene had come out the winner. But in the end he’d won. In the struggle for life and death her ex-husband hadn’t succeeded in taking her life. No, when she’d gladly taken his, he’d taken something far worse.

He’d taken her soul.

Rachel

Categories: News, Writing

Made it! Again!

February 10, 2009 3 comments

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Woohooo….

In case you haven’t guessed, I made the next round of the Karin TabkeFirst Line contest. It’s down to thirty entries and my humble offering is among them. wwweeeeeeeeee…… 

Yes, I’m a little happy over that. I’ve got fingers and toes, legs and eyes, and anything else that will do it crossed for making it even further (is that the right further/farther? I don’t know, that one always confuses me.) Anyway, I’m busy working on a piece for Rhian so I haven’t added any more to this story than the ten or so pages I’ve had for a few weeks. I plan to add to it as soon as I knock this other piece off my to-do list.

I’ve been booking hotels and flights for my US trip. I’m so excited about going. As soon as I have a full itinerary I’ll post it so you can all be jealous. LOL  No really, Romantic Times convention, holiday in New York (with Hubby), holiday in Atlanta (with Hubby), holiday in Washington DC (with Hubby, again), back to Atlanta to visit my CP Devon Gray, back to Winchester (near Washington DC) to visit my CP Mari Carr, Ohio for the Lori Foster weekend (with Mari) where I’ll hook up with my other CP Vivian Arendand then finally back to Winchester before flying back to Singapore. Not quite eight weeks away. Yay! And it’s in less than TEN weeks!!!!!  Okay, I’ll stop rubbing it in now.

Here’s my next line for the Karin Tabke First Line contest.

Cold trembling fingers reached out to trace the letters engraved on the headstone, the chilly marble slab the only tangible link to the family Jolene still missed. Ten years hadn’t even begun to numb the pain or take away the gaping hole in her heart. The years hadn’t answered the questions that screamed to be answered.

Set back from the rest of the graves, the stone sat under a shady tree. She’d picked the spot for the lack of light, her babies would never again enjoy the sunshine and neither would their final resting place. She knew it wasn’t a rational thing to want for them but at the time, and even now, it seemed fitting.

The icy pre-dawn wind blew across the ground and whistled between the marble, slate and sandstone that marked the lives of so many. In this place, surrounded by death, Jolene breathed the breath of the living-dead. She wasn’t physically buried in the soil with her family, but her soul was.

‘See’ ya soon.

Rachel

Categories: News, Writing

What a birthday present!

February 3, 2009 3 comments
Happy birthday to me!

Happy birthday to me!

In case you hadn’t guessed, IT’S MY BIRTHDAY!!!  I’m 40! What I want to know is who stole those missing years when I wasn’t looking? I swear I don’t feel anywhere near 40! But then I look at Son#1 as he leaves for work and think, shite! I’m 40!  LOL  I still want to know when it happened.

Anyway to my pressies. I’ve probably mentioned my trip to US to go to RT and the Lori Foster weekend before but as it’s my 40th birthday gift from the Tribe I’ll mention it again. I’M GOING!!! Yep, we’ve book hotels and airplane tickets and train tickets and told people when we’ll be plonking on their doorstep. It’s gonna be a blast. I also got, from my mum and brother, a pair of diamond and gold earrings. I love them! If you want to see them go here!

The other present I got was the results of last weeks Karin Tabke First Line comp. I made it! Again! It’s down to 35 this week, fingers crossed for next week. You can check out her blog here!  But I thought I’d post my entry so far here for you to enjoy.

Cold trembling finger reached out to trace the letters engraved on the headstone, the chilly marble slab the only tangible link to the family Jolene still missed. Ten years hadn’t even begun to numb the pain or take away the gaping hole in her heart. The years hadn’t answered the questions that screamed to be answered.

Set back from the rest of the graves, the stone sat under a shady tree. She’d picked the spot for the lack of light, her babies would never again enjoy the sunshine and neither would their final resting place. She knew it wasn’t a rational thing to want for them but at the time, and even now, it seemed fitting.

The icy pre-dawn wind blew across the ground and whistled between the marble, slate and sandstone that marked the lives of so many. In this place, surrounded by death, Jolene breathed the breath of the living-dead. 

So what ya think? Will that last line get me through to the next round?

‘See’ ya soon!

Rachel

Categories: Life, News, Writing