Hens Lay Eggs
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Reader reviews.
The Diamond Gate Review
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nIn the fairy tale, the princesses dance every night with fairy suitors. The suitors’ intentions are honorable, but humans in their hubris don’t consider that. It’s an enchantment, so it must be bad. The hero of the fairy tale isn’t a bad guy: he’s a soldier down on his luck. He’s kind and often compassionate. He’s also smart.
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nBut the princess he chooses doesn’t want him. She wants her fairy suitor.
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nAnd what about her sisters? What do they want. What happens to them?
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nBecause I love a good romance, the princesses all get their own romantic subplots. Some end in tragedy. Some end in plot twists they don’t see coming. Some end just as they should.
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nI added characters, too: the princess’ brothers. Four of them, two older and two younger. That deepens the political ramifications and complexity of the story. The princes have as little choice as their sisters in whom they wed—and they didn’t get the pleasure of dancing with fairies.
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nAntagonists include the Champion, the enigmatic, inscrutable, heavily armored warrior who serves as the royal defender, the siblings’ father who’s a ruling duke (not a king), a mad king, a despot, a power-hungry crown princess of another country, and various other individuals who will do anything and everything to secure power for themselves.
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nIt’s a mad, mad, mad, mad world. And dangerous, too.
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nThe Diamond Gate contains lots of action and thrills aplenty, but won’t offend those sensitive to explicit content. Sure, sex is part of romance, but this book leaves the bedroom doors closed.
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nAnyway, The Diamond Gate finally received its first review–and it’s a great one! Download the book (it’s only 99 cents) and see if you agree with the reviewer.
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The Mighty Finn #MFRWhooks
October Book Of The Month
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Excerpt
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nShe walked off and the dog obediently fell into step beside her.
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n“You’re a good boy, Finn,” she said and gave him a light scratch between the ears.
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nThey returned to the hotel where one of the bellman greeted her by name with a broad smile.
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n“And how is old Finn today?” he asked, ruffling the dog’s ears.
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n“Feeling a little bruised. He crashed into a sailor today while chasing a Frisbee,” she replied with a rueful little smile.
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n“One of those SEALs?”
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n“Is that what they are?”
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n“Yep,” Fidel answered and pulled a dog treat from his pocket to give to Finn, who delicately took it from his fingers. “They train out there all the time. Grueling stuff.”
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n“Well, perhaps that explains the nasty disposition,” Charlotte muttered.
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n“So, Miss Forsythe, what are your plans for today?”
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n“I think Finn and I have had enough of the beach for this morning,” she said. “We’re going to lounge by the pool and relax for a bit.” She hesitated, then asked, “I saw some bistro type restaurants with outside seating alongside the beach. Is there something like that that’s not so close to the beach?”
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n“Sure,” Fidel said. “I know great place nearby that fits your bill. The service is quick, the food is good, and the staff are friendly. They also have outside seating along the sidewalk, so you can bring your dog.”
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nCharlotte thanked him and walked into the lobby, where another of the hotel staff greeted her and the dog by name with a big smile.
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n“Wow,” she said to herself. “When the website advertised this place as pet friendly, they weren’t kidding.”
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nShe led Finn to the pet relief area, which he made good use of. Then they returned to her room where she used the bathroom and changed into a modest, one-piece swimsuit. Before walking out the door she picked up a book and a small bag filled with gourmet dog biscuits. They walked to the large swimming pool. Charlotte found a comfortable lounge chair and Finn plopped down beside her. A hotel staff member rushed forward with a stainless steel bowl of cool, clean water and set it down beside Finn. Charlotte smiled her thanks and opened her book. Finn slurped his water, then crunched down the dog biscuits she slowly fed him.
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nBut the book failed to hold her interest. She kept thinking back to the big, muscular man whom Finn had accidentally crashed into. He’d be attractive if he weren’t such an ill-tempered jerk. Wow, again. Both for the hunky SEAL trainees who trained on the beach and for the incredible staff of the hotel who treated her and Finn like gold.
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n“You know, big guy,” she said softly, “if we ever come back, we are definitely staying here again.”
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nReally, except for that morning’s encounter, her vacation had been wonderful.
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A temporary pause
“Warm Harvest” painting, Sept. 23, 2020
- Something killed all my chickens.
- I started two new projects.
- I had two interviews.
- I had two art classes.
- I was preparing for the craft fair on Saturday.
Speaking of art classes, the one on Wednesday produced a painting that, while not actually “good,” I do like. Funny that. In a LinkedIn post, I referenced the effort to some homespun wisdom that has characterized (or castigated) genre fiction for decades: Something doesn’t have to be a masterpiece to be liked.
The two new projects were a godsend, especially after far too many weeks with a negligible income. Freelancing tends toward the “feast or famine” cycle and I fret when I’m in a famine cycle, especially when monthly royalties from book sales aren’t enough to splurge on a fancy coffee. I’ve been scouring gig platforms and other sites, prospecting for freelance ghostwriting and editing jobs. I’m fairly picky and don’t go after just everything. One of the jobs I managed to acquire through Facebook, which surprised me. I do a fair amount of networking through Facebook and LinkedIn, but Facebook has not heretofore been a source of work, despite having received some inquiries.
No, Virginia, professional editing is not free. Nor is it cheap.
Regardless, it’s heartening to see years–yes, years–of networking beginning to pay off.
To build awareness of my books and maybe build my fan base, the Book of the Month has been accelerated to Books of the Month. Two books per month to be precise. One book will be offered for free for a weekend at mid-month and another book will be offered for free for a weekend at the end of the month. E-books, only, of course. To those who do take advantage and download free books, please, please, please leave a review!
As far as my own writing projects are concerned, I haven’t done much at all. The as-yet unnamed sequel to Hogtied still languishes. The mind-preoccupying historical paranormal romance (yes, untitled) hasn’t much gone anywhere either. And I still have three more novellas to write for the ghostwriting gig that never paid but that I decided I would produce and publish anyway. Unfortunately, nothing is calling me, none of the characters are speaking to me. It’s awfully quiet inside my skull.
Until I try to sleep, that is.
Anyway, cross your fingers and send some good vibes my way in hope that those who embarked upon book writing projects are now in need of editors and will hire me to edit their manuscripts or realize that their writing skills aren’t up to par and hire me to ghostwrite for them.
Adieu until next week.
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Hard boiled, scrambled, over easy, and sunny side up: eggs are the musings of Holly Bargo, the pseudonym for the author.
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