More Time to Write, Right?

We’ve previously discussed how summers typically affect our writing schedules or outputs, but this summer of 2020 was unique in many ways. Tell us whether these unique factors affected your writing… and whether that was to the “good” or the “bad” in terms of output.

To say that the summer of 2020 is unique is probably an understatement. I’m missing a lot of things that I always enjoy doing.

First, there’s family vacation. We always go to Garden City Beach in South Carolina, but most of the Covid 19 cases are there around the beach. Neither my son nor I wanted to take the chance of anyone getting sick. So, no vacation this year.

I’ve also had to cancel several standing weekly events that I enjoy. No more weekly dinners with my friends, no more church study group, no more Saturday nights with people we’ve gone out with for over a quarter of a century. I feel unsafe to even hop in the car and drive downtown to shop for things I really need, things like chocolate, sandals, or puppy dog treats. I’ve been good and mostly stayed home because I already have lung issues. I really don’t need Covid 19.

So, now I have more time to write, right? Well, not really. I sit down in front of my computer, and if I reach a place in the story that requires a little more concentration I’ll just quit. I tell myself that I’ll do it tomorrow after I get up when my brain is sharpest. And most of the time I do try, but somehow having a whole day in front of me with nothing to do sucks all my motivation away. I have a completed manuscript that needs a final edit before I send it in, but I can’t make myself do it. Apparently, the busier I am the easier it is for me to accomplish tasks. Before I retired I longed for more writing time, but I now plainly see that I should be careful what I wish for.

What about you? Do you do better when you’re busier?

Beyond the Book: Little Red Riding Hood

Does everyone know the story of Little Red Riding Hood? The way it goes is like this. A little girl who wears a red cape (hence the name) is taking some food to her grandmother who is sick. On her way to Grandma’s house she meets a wolf who asks her to give him her food. She refuses, but she does tell the wolf where she’s going.

He suggests that she pick flowers to take to Grandma, and while she does the wolf runs ahead to Grandma’s house and pretends to be Little Red Riding Hood. Grandma opens the door, and the wolf gobbles her up.  The wolf then dresses like grandma and gets into her bed. When Red Riding Hood shows up the wolf tells her to come in.

Little Red Riding Hood does notice a few weird things about Grandma. Things like big eyes, pointed ears, a hoarse voice, and big teeth. When she mentions teeth, the wolf tries to eat her, but she screamed and ran away. A woodsman heard her calling and rescued her from the wolf. He chopped the wolf open, and Grandma jumped out safe and alive.

This story is one of Grimm Brothers fairy tales, but it has been retold many times across Europe. I don’t know if we’d want such a dark story for children today, but fairy tales were usually meant to teach children how to behave. They could get pretty dark.

If I were rewriting it I don’t think I’d change anything except toward the end. When the wolf knocked on Grandma’s door he’d get more than he bargained for. Grandma was a karate instructor in the local town so the wolf had no chance to eat her. She flipped him around until he hobbled away with his tail tucked between his legs. When Red Riding Hood got there, she and Grandma would have lunch and Grandma would tell her the story of the wolf. What genre is this? Oh, action/adventure for sure. Are we empowering women here?

Beyond the Book: When My Ship Comes In

If, suddenly, after all your years of writing, your “ship” finally came in and your titles were receiving wide acclaim (and sales… and INCOME), what would you like to do with that “positioning” to help aspiring writers? Any particular age of writers? Any particular genre?

Wow, I hope that really happens one day! Anyway I can think of several things I’d like to do.

First, I’d be available for workshops. I think that as you work on your craft you get better at it so I’d be glad to share what I’ve learned with aspiring writers. Most new writers have no idea how the publishing world really works. When I had my first book published they sent me advance reader copies that I had no idea what to do with. It would have been nice to have someone sit me down and tell me a few basics.

Second, I’d enjoy having interaction with young writers, maybe college age. I’d love to be someone’s inspiration, and if your ship really came in you’d have an inspiring story of hard work and dreams to share.

Third, writer’s retreats would be nice. It’s hard to find time to write. I used to be amazed by the number of books other authors could churn out. How did they find the time? I was a high school teacher and had a husband and children to take care of. A weekend in a nice place with lots of writing time would have been so welcome.

What about you? If you're an aspiring writer what do you need?

Saturday Sample and Weekend Writing Warriors: Never Trust a Pretty Wolf

Welcome to Saturday Sample and Weekend Writing Warriors. Today we'll continue to share excerpts from Never Trust a Pretty Wolf. On Sunday when you finish here, do go to http://www.wewriwa.blogspot.com for more excerpts from a bunch of great authors.

Blurb:

Liesel Wolf has a secret, a dangerous secret she’ll go to any lengths to conceal. When she’s paired in a charity game with sexy marshal Andy Bryce, a man with secrets of his own, her carefully constructed world comes crashing down, and Liesel’s on a collision course with her past.

Buy link:  https://amzn.to/2KY04Rj

Excerpt: 

Chapter One

Last Week

This week: We're in Andy's POV. He speaks first.

For Aspiring Writers

Many times when people find out I’m a writer they’ll say, “I always wanted to write a book too.” My answer? “That’s great. You should do it.” All the while I’m aware that most of them were just making conversation, but if you really want to write, here are a few items for you to consider.

First, decide what kind of book you want to write. Biography? Romance? Science Fiction?  I feel that you need to nail that down before you get started. Once you’ve figured that out you might want to see if your type of book is selling well in the current market. This might make a difference when it comes to sales. Naturally if you write a book you’d like for people to read it.

Second, don’t think you’re finished after you type The End on your manuscript. If you want your book to do well it will need to be edited. I spend lots more time editing than I do writing, and I always find errors even after myself and a professional editor have gone through the manuscript. Sometimes they’re so small no one would notice them except me, but I want my book to be as close to perfect as possible.

Third, you have to decide whether you will try to self publish the book or send it to a publishing house. There are pros and cons either way so do your research. I’ve always had a publishing house do my books. I don’t know if I’m technologically savvy enough to do it myself.

Fourth, and this one may just be the most important one, don’t get discouraged. With patience and effort you can work out any issue with your story. Just don’t quit. The same thing is true if you send your manuscript to a publisher and they reject it. Don’t quit. What may be wrong for one publisher may be just right for another.

Lastly, enjoy yourself. Write for the sheer pleasure of writing. Tell your story and enjoy every single minute of the experience. Find a group of authors you can interact with whether it’s online or in the real world. You’ll learn from each other, and you’ll have a really good support system to cheer you on.

Good luck!

Beyond the Book: A New Book

Since staying home due to the coronavirus, I’ve done a lot of reading, and I’ve done some writing too. I’m working on a book that I started some time ago. I decided to share a scene with you. Here’s the scenario. A passenger jet has just gone through some strange and unusual turbulence. They think they’ve been thrown off course because they can’t find the city of Miami or the airport. Fuel is running low so they have to make an emergency landing on the beach. This is the end of that scene. You’ll meet some of the major characters, but our heroine and her rival aren’t in the picture yet. It’s a work in progress so if you see something I need to work on, do say something. I don’t know anything about airplanes so I might have something wrong.

He turned off the intercom, and they began the emergency landing procedure.  Brent had never had to do this before, and he prayed he’d prove equal to the task.  The ground rushed up to meet them.  Even a skilled pilot could come to grief making such a landing.  The plane flew ever lower and glided gently onto the beach.  And all hell broke loose.

The plane charged across the soft sand, its nose streaking toward the ocean.  They hit a small hump on the beach, and the tail whipped around, metal screaming in protest.

Miraculously the plane stayed upright, but it changed directions and slid sideways toward the trees.  It came to rest scant inches from the forest.

Brent let out breath he hadn’t been aware of holding and shakily rubbed his hands across his watery eyes.  The way his heart still raced and thumped in his chest he’d be lucky to stand up without falling down.  A great many lives had depended on setting down safely.

Beside him Healy fumbled with his seat belt.  “Brent?  You alright?”

“Yeah, I think so.”  Brent unfastened his own seat belt and leaned toward Anders who remained slumped in his seat.  He pressed a finger against Mike’s neck and felt a pulse.  “He’s alive.”

“He must have had a heart attack or stroke.”

“Probably.  I hope he can hang on for a few more hours.  By now we’re overdue, and they’ll be searching for us.”

“Thank God for the locator beacon.” Healy jerked at his tie and shrugged off his coat.  “I hope they get here soon.”

“Why don’t we see about our passengers?  One of them might be a doctor.”

Frank brightened.  “Yeah, good idea, and we can find Mike a more comfortable place to rest.”

They opened the cockpit door, but they didn’t see anyone in first class.  “Did everyone already deplane?” Brent asked.  “Those stewardesses are good.”

“Brent, look!  The doors are still closed!”

They walked from one end of the silent, empty plane to the other, but nobody answered their calls, and nobody hailed them from the beach.  They were alone.

Beyond the Book: Covid 19 Distraction

Since we’ve been staying inside due to Covid 19 I find that I’m reading a lot more than usual. I finished my last book pretty late one evening, and I didn’t want to start something new so late. Well, I pulled out my Kindle and decided I’d look over one of my own books. I picked Blue 52, which was always one of my favorites. Well, I read until pretty late that night.  I still love Blue 52. I’d like to share a blurb and excerpt with you. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did.

Blurb:

“First Lady Kills President Lovinggood!”

December 5, 2018

Thirty years later, Hank Lovinggood embarks on a quest to prove his mother’s innocence and punish the killers who took his family from him. Together Hank and lovely physicist Dr. Kathryn Sinclair confront an implacable, twisted, and merciless enemy who’ll do whatever it takes to hide the truth forever.

Excerpt: This excerpt comes from the beginning of the story after Hank decides to start a new investigation into the murders. His Aunt Joan has amazing information for him. Aunt Joan speaks first. (Hank’s Uncle Scott was in the FBI. He was killed along with his daughters Tori and Toni.)

“How about starting with your Uncle Scott’s private files?”

“What private files?” Hank demanded as a shaft of excitement pierced him and set his heart racing. He set his cup on the coffee table and leaned forward. “Didn’t the FBI take everything from his office after he died?”

“Mostly, yes, but there’s one or two files left. I managed to hide them before the FBI got here. They searched his home office as well as his office at work, you know.”

“Why did you hide those files?” Hank asked.

“Because I think they pertain to Richard’s death, and I had no idea who I could trust. If Scott really was onto something, those files had to remain a secret or no Lovinggood would have been safe.”

Hank’s mouth went dry. “I think you’d better explain. If you had information that would have brought the killers to justice, you should have turned it over to the police.”

Her hands fisted. “The time wasn’t right. Originally, I planned to show the files to Dad once he got over Richard’s death, but as you know he never got over it. Then I decided to wait for you to grow up and give the files to you, but you didn’t seem like a man who’d know what to do with them. Not until now, anyway. You’ve changed, Hank, and that’s why I’ve brought you here.” Excitement filled her face as her eyes bored into his.

“As you know, the case against your mother seemed airtight. No one suggested a conspiracy or any kind of cover up. It seemed so straightforward they didn’t even bother to seal the investigation records. Every i was dotted, every t was crossed. No one doubted Elizabeth had shot and killed Richard. I don’t mind telling you I bitterly hated her, but Scott didn’t seem angry at all.

“I confronted him about it maybe three months after the murder. He said he thought things were almost too neat. He said in real life investigations were usually a little messier. He said Elizabeth wasn’t a violent person; it was out of character for her to shoot someone.

“I asked him if he had any proof she hadn’t done it. He said no, but I started to watch him and soon figured out he was working on something. One night, I walked into the study while he was in the bathroom. I saw Josh Stanton’s name on an open file. He rushed back into the room and slammed it shut before I could read it.

“This went on for almost a year. I teased him and carried on until he finally admitted he thought someone had framed Elizabeth.”

A look of incredible anguish crossed Joan’s face. “Two weeks after we had that conversation, he was dead. So were the girls. I suspect Scott too was murdered. I think he found out something so big the real murderers were afraid to let him live.” She fell silent and clenched her jaw.

Hank had never imagined his Uncle Scott’s death had been anything but an accident. If someone had murdered Scott to keep him from revealing what he knew, there really was a conspiracy! “I’m so sorry,” he said. He wanted to give Joan a hug of compassion and sympathy, but the cold glitter in her eyes warned him she wouldn’t appreciate his pity.

“I’m sorry too,” she said. “Torie would be thirty-eight and Toni thirty-five.” She sighed. “It’s hard to believe so much time has gone by.”

Hank gave her a pat on the shoulder anyway. They both knew far too much about grief and loss. “So, what do you think we should do now?”

Joan grabbed his hand and squeezed so hard it was genuinely painful. “I want you to go through the files. I want you to see if you think Scott was onto something. If so, I want you to nail them. I want them punished for every holiday we spent without our loved ones. I want them to suffer for every dance recital they cheated my girls of. I want their heads for every ball game you ever played that your father didn’t see. I want the whole world to know your mother was no murderer, and my Scott was smart enough to see through their horrible schemes. Get them, Hank, and if I can help you, I will.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Hank softly replied as his eyes caught fire and his blood roared in his ears. “Get the files for me.”

My Love Affair With Books

My love affair with books began when my parents read Little Golden Books to me.  I remember one that especially impressed me.  I wish I could remember the title, but it’s long gone.  It was about a family of pigs who were so messy no one would go to see them.  After they finally cleaned up their house, they had tons of visitors.  I also remember a book about Woody Woodpecker.  After my mother read that one to me, I wrote my first story which I dictated to my father who wrote it in pencil on a piece of notebook paper.  I was every bit of five years old then.  

Later, after I learned to read, my mother made a treat out going to the library each week.  The minute she got home from work she’d take my sister and me to the library.  Afterward, we’d go to eat hot dogs at the local diner.  It wasn’t anything special, but at an early age we learned to associate reading with good times.  

Having learned to love reading, I was never without a good book close by.  I read so many good ones!  Black Beauty, Little Women, Anne of Green Gables, The Sherwood Ring, the Trixie Belden mysteries, My Friend Flicka, the Black Stallion series, the Hardy Boys and Nancy Drew, and so many more!  I wish I could remember them all. 

I was content to be a reader until about ten years ago.  I had gone through a period where nothing special caught my fancy.  At the same time my son wrote a book.  I decided to give it a try too.  To my surprise, it totally captivated me.  I spent long hours before the computer writing the kind of story I wanted to read and couldn’t find.  I became totally addicted to writing.  I even took my computer with me on vacation so I wouldn’t miss a single day writing.

Did I stop reading because I was now an author?  No indeed.  If you’ll check my Goodreads page you’ll find a sample of the things I’ve read in the recent past.  I just finished Careless in Scarlett.

Whenever I need an escape from my reality, books are always there to provide it.  My life is richer today because of all the wonderful things I’ve read in the past, and I know my future will be filled with many more happy hours reading.  Parents, read in front of your kids.  Teach them to love books.  Their lives will be richer for it. 

Beyond the Book: Sort Of

Do you dress in any particular color or style for holidays or special days?

When I was a child my mother always dressed us up for Easter. That was the only time of year we wore gloves and a hat, but they were mandatory on Easter. So was a corsage and curled hair. As I grew older I kept up the tradition for my kids. My boys didn’t wear gloves or hats, but they did sometimes have to wear little ties and dress pants, sometimes even a sports jacket. I continued the tradition for myself too. I usually bought something new to wear for Easter. These days, not so much. My closet is packed tightly enough as it is.

I like autumn colors so I do have a tendency to buy things in the fall. They’re just pretty to me, but I love summer clothes. They truly celebrate the season with their gorgeous colors and light weight fabrics. This year I’ll have to buy a few things extra. I lost some weight recently, and my old clothes don’t fit very well.

As a teacher I always dressed for special occasions. I had big heart shaped earrings for Valentine’s Day, green earrings for St. Patrick’s Day, a tee shirt with pumpkins for the fall season, a Christmas sweater with lots of beading, and several Christmas tees with Christmas motifs on them. The kids always loved it when the teacher’s dressed for the holidays. On football days I always wore blue, which is our school’s colors.

Since I retired I don’t really spend much time planning my outfits for holidays or special occasions. I have a few dressy outfits for weddings, funerals, etc, and I have some red in my wardrobe for Christmas, but I have basic pants in several colors and blouses or tees that coordinate with them. If I want to dress them up I usually add a little jewelry or a nice jacket.

Now that I’ve thought about it, I believe I’ll buy something new for Easter this year. Maybe something in turquoise which I love. Or maybe coral. I like coral too. What about you? Do you dress in a special way for holidays or special days?

The picture shows my husband and I at an autumn picnic. Note the browns and dark greens in the blouse? Nice autumn colors.

Beyond the Book: Oh, Yes, I Would

I was recently asked whether or not I’d ever do acupuncture. The short answer is yes. I wouldn’t hesitate to use it if necessary. 

I knew what acupuncture was, but one day I saw a documentary set in China. A woman was having an operation to remove a goiter from her throat. The doctor inserted some acupuncture needles while she lay on a table, and with her fully conscious he cut into her throat and removed the goiter. She showed no reaction at all. He then sat her up and gave her an orange to eat. She did eat it, and it didn’t seem to hurt her at all. I was impressed.

My next experience with acupuncture was when my sister decided to quit smoking. She’d been smoking since she was fourteen, but one day she just decided to quit. She had one acupuncture treatment, and she stopped smoking that very day. That’s it. She didn’t do anything else.

My father also had an experience with acupuncture. He had a really painful back, and his doctor said it wouldn’t hurt to try it. I was curious so I went with him to his appointment. Let me tell you, he was sweating bullets. He didn’t like the idea of having needles stuck into him. The doctor came in and started inserting the needles, but Daddy couldn’t see him doing it. After a little polite chit chat, my dad asked when they would get started. The doctor laughed and told him they’d been started for ten minutes. Did it help my father? It did, but not to the extent that it did my sister.

So, yes, I would definitely try acupuncture if it was recommended to me. What about you? Would you do it?

Campfire Memories

When it comes to a choice between campfire or bonfire memories, I’ll take my campfire memories anytime. When my children were young we brought a nice little travel trailer and set out to show them a good time.

We went all over the place with our camper. Once we took it to Walt Disney World, and once we took it to Knoxville for the World’s Fair. Disney World was blazing hot, and the boys just wanted to swim, but it was cool at the World’s Fair. 

We also frequently took the camper to a nice state park not far from our home. We’d hike, swim, fish, roast marshmallows, and do all the other traditional camping things.  We truly had such a nice time.

Perhaps the most fun, though, was when we’d camp with other people. It was such fun to have a group of people to do things with.  I remember some truly epic card games and an all night fishing trip. Okay, I confess. The all night fishing trip was a little much for me. By morning I was covered in dew and wanted to get off that boat in the worst way. I was hoping the kids would want a little nap, but no such luck. They were wide open all day while I dragged myself behind them and hoped for bedtime. 

As the children got older they got involved with school activities and their friends and didn’t want to go camping so much. We finally sold our little camper to some friends of ours, but I felt bad watching it go down the road because it was the end of an era in our lives.

What surprises me is that neither of my boys ever goes camping now.  I thought they’d buy their own little camper and make nice memories with their children, but so far they don’t seem too interested in it. At present one of my sons is rebuilding a motorcycle with his son, and they seem to be having a lot of fun with it. But I know that both of my sons look back on their camping days with nostalgia. So do I. 

What about you? Do you like to go camping? 

Beyond the Book: Venice

After consulting a map, the farthest I’ve ever been from my home in South Carolina is about 4880 miles northeast to Venice Italy, which is situated on 118 islands.

While we were there we did all the usual touristy things, but these are the highlights of our trip.

First, we loved the traditional gondola rides.  We took our trip later in the day so as the men poled the boats down the canals we watched as the lights of Venice winked on. It felt very much like being in a fairy tale. I was disappointed by one thing, though. The man in charge of the boat didn’t sing to us.

Second, I totally loved St. Mark’s Square. It has often been called the most elegant drawing room in Europe, and I can why. It’s so beautiful. We sat down at a white iron table and ordered something to drink while we watched people feed the pigeons. We went into one of the shops surrounding St. Mark’s, and I found a piece of handmade lace that I wanted, but I wasn’t willing to pay the price.

Third, I enjoyed the Doge’s Palace. The place is very ornate from the outside, but when you go inside you’ll love the lushness of the décor and the beautiful paintings, some of which are among the largest in the world.  By the way, the Doge was the senior most elected official in Venice. He was usually a nobleman and served as chief of state.

Besides these three things, you can dine at fine restaurants, look for bargains in the shops, go to museums and cathedrals, and since Venice is a city that’s easy to walk in, you can go exploring to soak up the Venetian atmosphere. 

The picture shows one end of St. Mark’s Square. The building is St. Mark’s Basilica.

What about you? What’s the farthest you’ve been from home. Tell us about your trip.

Beyond the Book: When I First Felt Like an Author

When did you start thinking of yourself as an author?

I wrote my first story when I was five. My dad had read me a Little Golden Book about Woody Woodpecker (a cartoon character from back then), and I decided I should write a story myself. I know it was good. It must have been because my dad laughed the entire time he was writing it down. I had to dictate it to him because at the age of five I couldn’t write. He wrote it in pencil on notebook paper and put it in the cedar chest where my parents kept important papers. After his death I found the story and brought it home. It’s one of my greatest treasures.

I didn’t write anything else until my children were grown up. One day my son handed me a manuscript and said, “Will you read this for me? It’s a book I’ve written.” Would I ever! The book was good. It needed editing of course, but for some reason he lost interest in writing and never did anything with it.

For me, though, his story was a pivotal moment. I’d always thought it would be fun to write a book so I thought I’d give it a try. After a rocky start I couldn’t get the words down fast enough. Writing was just so wonderful! I’ll never forget how nice it felt to finish that book. I felt a great sense of accomplishment, but I didn’t really think of my self as an author or a writer.

Nobody much liked that first book so I wrote another and entered it in a contest whose first prize was publication of your book. To my great and utter surprise I won. Still, I didn’t really think of myself as an author. I think in my mind I was thinking you had to be a Nora Roberts to be called an author. All of that changed the day the mail delivered a box of books to my door. I pulled my book from the box and stared at it for a long time. I was an author! I was holding my book with my name on the cover. Yippee! I’d done it. Things even got better when I saw my book on the shelves in the library and at the bookstore.

So, I’d have to say that I first felt like an author when I held my book in my hands. Winning the contest and signing a contract hadn’t done it for me, but the finished product was tangible proof that I was really an author.

The book cover at the top of the page is the cover of that first book. It’s out of print now because the publisher died, and they closed the company. That’s probably a good thing. Let’s just say I’m a much better writer now than I was then, LOL. However, I do still love the story. And interestingly enough, the book was only in print, not electronic format for many years.

Authors, what about you? When did you feel like the real deal?

Beyond the Book: My Favorite Mythical Character

My favorite mythical character would have to be Pegasus, the winged horse of Greek mythology. Pegasus was born when Perseus beheaded the Gorgon, known today as Medusa. According to mythology, Pegasus was born from her severed neck. The blood spilled onto the earth and into the sea foam, which made some Greeks say that Poseidon the god of the sea is the father of Pegasus.

Pegasus is associated with the story of Bellerophon , a warrior known for his breeding of fierce horses who betrayed and devoured him. Bellerophon was able to tame Pegasus because the goddess Athena gave him a golden bridle that worked its magic on the horse. 

Pegasus and Bellerophon had many adventures together, but Bellerophon became too proud and tried to ride his winged horse all the way to Mount Olympus where the gods lived. For such a blasphemy, Pegasus threw him off, and he died.

Pegasus himself was taken in Zeus’ stables and given the job of collecting thunderbolts when Zeus needed them. Pegasus was not immortal, so eventually he was turned into a constellation. 

Okay, why was Pegasus my favorite character? Because I absolutely loved horses when I was a child. I rode a pony at a small county fair when I was just a little girl, and after that I was hooked on riding. When I was a little older my parents gave me a horse for Christmas. It was supposed to be for both my sister and me, but she never rode Stardust so she became my horse. 

Every day after school I’d saddle up, and we’d go for a ride. I stayed out until dark, but I don’t think my mother worried too much about it. Stardust was a great child’s horse. She was very gentle.

Stardust did one thing that I don’t know if other horses would do or not. She loved bread. As a treat I’d give her a piece of loaf bread that she’d gobble up like I’d gobble chocolate. 

I’d love to have some horses today, but my back won’t allow me to ride now. That’s okay, though. I have some great memories of my younger days with my horse.

Beyond the Book: Turnaround Farm

Welcome to Beyond the Book. Turnaround Farm which is one of my all time favorite books released last September 1 from Wings ePress. I thought today I'd share a blurb and a short excerpt with you. The book is a Kindle Unlimited title available at https://wingsepress.com/turnaround-farm/

Blurb:

Dedicated career girl Holly Grant has no time for romance. She doesn’t need a man to complete her, thank you very much. Building Grant Realty takes all of her time and attention. If she can close a deal for Turnaround Farm her business will take off like a rocket. Her first problem is that Jeb Wakefield doesn’t want to sell his farm, and her second problem is Jeb’s grandson Dan, the finest looking man Holly’s ever seen.

Last Week: 

This week: We've picked up where we left off last week. 

Beyond the Book: Turnaround Farm

Welcome to Beyond the Book. Turnaround Farm which is one of my all time favorite books released last September 1 from Wings ePress. I thought today I'd share a blurb and a short excerpt with you. The book is a Kindle Unlimited title available at https://wingsepress.com/turnaround-farm/

Blurb:

Dedicated career girl Holly Grant has no time for romance. She doesn’t need a man to complete her, thank you very much. Building Grant Realty takes all of her time and attention. If she can close a deal for Turnaround Farm her business will take off like a rocket. Her first problem is that Jeb Wakefield doesn’t want to sell his farm, and her second problem is Jeb’s grandson Dan, the finest looking man Holly’s ever seen.

Last Week: 

This week: We've picked up where we left off last week.