Tuesday, October 17, 2017

Writing Prompts

Do you use any?

I’m not sure it’s a prompt, but they say you should write every day. I try, but don’t always make it. When I really has trouble writing I made myself write for ten minutes.  Then when that became a habit again I increased it to fifteen minutes and found that I was writing a lot more.
Other people start a new scene and write a line or two so they can pick it up from there the next day.
But there are also prompts that sound interesting. Good reads published first line/s for horror week. I’ve heard of this one. You’re given a few lines and writes a short story or a few paragraphs. I haven’t tried it yet, but the Halloween ones sound like fun.
Daily Writing Tips says writing prompt is simply a topic around which you start jotting down ideas. The prompt could be a single word, a short phrase, a complete paragraph or even a picture, with the idea being to give you something to focus upon as you write. You can check their website for more info and other references.
Here are some of their writing tips.
  • He hadn’t seen her since the day they left High School.
  • The city burned, fire lighting up the night sky.
  • Silk.
  • She studied her face in the mirror.
  • The smell of freshly-cut grass.
  • They came back every year to lay flowers at the spot.
  • The streets were deserted. Where was everyone? Where had they all gone?
  • This time her boss had gone too far.
  • Red eyes.
  • Stars blazed in the night sky.
  • He woke to birdsong.
  • ‘Shh! Hear that?’ ‘I didn’t hear anything.’
  • He’d always hated speaking in public.
  • She woke, shivering, in the dark of the night.
  • The garden was overgrown now.
  • He’d never noticed a door there before.
  • She’d have to hitch a ride home.
  • ‘I told him not to come back too!’
  • His feet were already numb. He should have listened.
  • I'd love to hear if you use writing prompts. and maybe some you use.
  • Friday, October 13, 2017


    October is Breast Cancer month. Trixie Stilletto is going to share a major moment in her life and her latest book.

    I’ve been professionally writing romantic fiction since 2000 when I signed my first publishing contract. Romantic suspense, comedy, time-travel, erotic but never a mystery. Until this year.

    Why I chose to break away from my comfort zone is based partly on the desire to challenge myself. I read as many mysteries as I do romances. Still, I probably wouldn’t have come up the character and idea for my latest story, Do Grave Harm, had it not been for a life-changing medical diagnosis in 2014. Do Grave Harm is a story about a middle-aged divorcee undergoing radiation treatment when there’s a murder at the clinic. She feels compelled to discover why a technician is killed and she’s being threatened. Because I do love a touch of romance, there is a hint of one in this story along with a long-time friend and an ex-husband, who may actually have redeeming qualities.

    Back to me. On my annual mammogram, the doctors discovered a lump in my left breast. It was tiny and we’d caught it early. That was the good news, along with the fact survival rates for breast cancer patients have really improved over the last two decades. Then came the bad news. My kind of cancer, known as triple positive, was not one of those with high survival rates. The really negative thing was this gene called Her2+. Cancers with this makeup have a high rate of recurrence and moving to other parts of the body. Oh joy. 

    When I was undergoing the first round of treatments – a year of chemo along with daily radiation treatments – I began to fear if I would ever write again. It was at radiation one cold winter’s day in 2015 that Jennifer Atkinson and the story for Do Grave Harm came to me. It took me a bit to actually finish this story but now it is available in all digital formats and in paperback through Amazon.

    I’m very proud of this story but it is certainly the most personal one I’ve ever written. I hope you will take a moment to check it out and read the excerpt. All proceeds from this book during the month of October, Breast Cancer Awareness month, will be donated to metastatic breast cancer research charities.


    “Helpless” and “vulnerable” aren’t normally part of freelance writer Jennifer Atkinson’s vocabulary. But there’s nothing normal about her regularly scheduled radiation treatment, especially when she discovers that while she was fighting claustrophobia inside the massive machine aimed at her breast, someone was murdering the technician at the controls.
    As the gruesome scene plays over and over in her mind, small details that didn’t seem significant at the time start the wheels turning. Soon she’s asking more questions than she’s answering for the seriously attractive investigating officer, Blue Bald Falls Detective Ben Manteo.

    Despite Ben’s warning she should keep her nose out of it, Jennifer can’t resist using her limited energy to pick up seemingly unrelated threads that, inevitably, begin to weave themselves into a narrative. A story of lies, deceit, and betrayal that someone will go to any length to make sure never gets told…

    Note: The proceeds from this story during October, breast cancer awareness month, will be donated to metastatic breast cancer research.



    Something wasn’t right. I didn’t want to panic, but I was starting to feel claustrophobic. Having a two-ton radiation machine sitting only inches from your chest will do that to you, especially when it seems you’ve been forgotten.
    You’re not truly alone, Jennifer, I reminded myself. There were dozens of people down the hall in the waiting room. And this was a hospital. People were constantly moving around, even though they kept the radiation section closed off.
    Repeating these things and more didn’t help. At that moment, I felt abandoned, as if no one knew where I was.
    “Excuse me,” I finally called, hoping the radiation technician who’d brought me in here would answer, reassuring me.
    Robert. I picture his name tag in my mind. Raising my voice, I called again, “Robert?” Nada. The room was probably soundproof with the door shut.
     Panic sped up my breathing as I stared at the machine. It hadn’t moved after my radiation treatment had ended. That was the problem.
    In my mind, the six inches between me and it had shrunk to three. My arms were starting to go numb, as well as my feet and legs. No one was coming to help me. I had to do something. Now.
    Moving while under the machine was kind of tricky. I was a large woman, and I’d never been dexterous on my back, much to my rat ex- husband’s lament, I guess.
    I kicked my legs out of their rubber support and, after several tries, scooted my butt down the metal table. Then I did an ungainly slide, like I was slipping under a barbed-wire fence. Except this particular fence was the size of a VW Beetle, and it seemed to be inching closer to me with each passing second.
    When I moved enough that my head and neck were no longer in the plastic mold that kept me still during treatment, I banged the back of my skull against the table. “Ow, ow, ow,” I muttered, inching my way farther down it until I cleared the machine.
    Finally, my legs dangled off the end. I sat up, took my first relieved breath in eons, and waited for my head to stop spinning. Freedom! I looked around the room, and everything seemed normal. Walking over to the plastic chair to my left, I picked up my long-sleeved cotton jersey and put it on. Since I got topless for my treatment, most of the time I didn’t bother wearing a bra when I came here. It would be one more thing to take off.
    I moved to the doors. They’re made of thick steel and tightly sealed. No wonder no one answered me. They wouldn’t have heard me even if I’d shouted. I pushed on one a bit, staggering under the unexpected weight. When it opened a scant few inches, I peered around the edge. I don’t know why I was acting like a guilty person, doing something or going somewhere I wasn’t supposed to.
    I hid a giggle behind a cough. Jeez, Jennifer, get a grip. Something still wasn’t right. In fact, I felt an overwhelming sense that things were horribly wrong.
    “Robert?” Still no answer, so I pushed the door open a little wider. Now I could see the second lab and computer station. It was as dark as it had been when I came into the radiation lab at the Blue Bald Falls Cancer Center no more than ten minutes ago. I opened the door wide enough and stepped into the bright lights of the hall.
    Robert had his head down on the computer keyboard like he was napping. The scalpel sticking straight out from the side of his neck and the blood pooling on the table down to the floor told me sleep had nothing to do with it.
    “Are you Mrs. Atkinson?”
    The man standing in front of me was about five foot ten with a stocky build and blue eyes. His hair was cut close to his scalp with military precision, but what I could see was thick, healthy, and red. He wore khaki-colored pants and a dark long-sleeved polo sweater and scuffed boots. He looked like he could’ve been a boxer or mountain climber at some point in his life. He was either hospital administration or police.
    “Yes, I’m Jennifer Atkinson.” I stood with my left hand out, resisting the urge to run my right over my bald scalp. I’d worn a knitted scarf over it to treatment, but I’d stuffed the scarf in my coat pocket out in the waiting area.
    He shook my hand. The warmth of his skin against mine felt reassuring. After being stuck under the radiation machine for what felt like an eternity, and then left waiting in this tiny room for even longer, I’d been so focused on eventually getting out of here that I hadn’t realized I was chilled to the bone.
    Hospital security had deposited me here shortly after my scream brought about a crowd of people to the radiation lab. Since then, I’d been left alone wondering what the heck was going on and trying to keep from heaving my breakfast because I kept seeing all the blood pooling on the floor.
    I couldn’t believe someone had been killed while I was waiting to begin my radiation treatment for breast cancer. I was a middle-aged divorced freelance travel journalist. I went to radiation five days a week and got chemo every third week. Until this morning, my life had all the excitement of a woolly worm climbing up an oak tree on Blue Bald, the ridge between my little Tennessee town of the same name and the state border with North Carolina.
    “I’m Ben Manteo, a detective with the Blue Bald Falls police,” he said. He pulled out a wallet and flashed his badge for me.
    “Yes, sir.” I fell back on my manners, calling everyone I don’t know “sir” or “ma’am,” even if they aren’t older than me. Manteo looked to be in his late forties or early fifties. Something about his eyes told me he’d lived a little longer.
    “You found the victim?”
    I gulped, my shakiness returning. I closed my eyes, then opened them quickly. It didn’t help. Nothing was going to erase the memory of that scalpel sticking out of Robert’s neck. “Yes, sir.”
    “Mrs. Atkinson, let’s sit down. I can get you some coffee or something to drink.” His voice had a way of trailing up on the syllables of his words that told me he was native to Blue Bald Falls. The accent is part mountain, part Scottish from the first white settlers in this area, and part Cherokee.
    “No, they gave me something,” I said, pointing to the nearly empty bottle of water sitting on the tasteful small end table.
    “Good. Now, can you tell me everything that happened?” Manteo asked, leading me back to one of the overstuffed armchairs in the tiny room.
    I sat and opened my mouth, only to shut and open it again, this time with a nervous laugh escaping. “I honestly don’t know where to begin.”
    “You were here for treatment?” he prompted. He set a small digital recorder on the table and took out a notebook and pen from his hip pocket. For some reason, seeing the notebook reassured me.
    I took a breath. “Yes. I got diagnosed with early- stage aggressive breast cancer six months ago. I have a year of chemotherapy and daily radiation through March.”
    TMI, Jennifer. TMI.
    “Sorry, that isn’t important. When I arrived, I walked back from the reception area, and Robert met me halfway up the hallway.”
    “Is that the usual procedure? Someone meeting you on the way?”
    “No. But things were a little odd this morning.”
    “Describe odd,” he said.
    “Usually there are two technicians, and one meets me in the reception area and walks me out when I’m done. But today they are in training or something.”

    My throat was extremely dry. I wished I’d accepted his offer of coffee or more water. I cleared my throat again and continued.
    “That’s what he told me, anyway. I’d never met him before. Usually, I have women techs, not that it matters, just that I’ve only seen women techs working here with radiation patients. It’s a vulnerable position.”
    Sounds silly, I realized, but I was telling the truth. For such an unobtrusive procedure, radiation made me feel defenseless. Heck, I’d been feeling that way from the minute the doctor came in after my annual mammogram and told me they wanted to take a closer look at a spot. She’d assured me it was probably nothing. She’d kept up the positive attitude all the way through the needle biopsy. Then my world changed on a dime.
    You may not have figured this out yet, but I don’t do helpless. Yet with this cancer diagnosis, no matter how much I tried to change my attitude, my life kept spiraling out of control.
    “Okay. So you chatted a little? Small talk?”
    “Yes. They want me to relax, and the small talk helps. I don’t even know his last name. It just said Robert on his name tag.”
    “Yes ma’am. What happened next?”
    I shrugged. “The treatment is cut and dry. I lay down. They line up the machine, then they leave, the lights dim, and the machine does its thing. Once it’s finished, the techs come back, help me up, and out we go. It only takes about three minutes for the actual treatment. Five minutes total.”
    “What happened next?”
    “He left and the machine started the treatment. When it was over, the machine should have moved partially away from me. It didn’t. I thought I heard something, but maybe I imagined it.”
    Then I went on to explain how I’d found Robert at the desk and screamed. As I finished the story, I felt another wave of nausea building. I bit my lip and managed to keep my breakfast down. It seemed like I’d been here for days, but it’d only been a ninety minutes since I’d arrived for my appointment at eight this morning.
    “Okay, Mrs. Atkinson.”
    “Call me Jennifer.”
    “All right. Let’s go over it from when you were left in the radiation room. Did you see anything before the lights dimmed?”
    “No. It only took a second or two.”
    “You said you heard a noise?”


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    Twitter: @TrixieStilletto 

    Wednesday, October 11, 2017

    Juanita Aydlette Talks Pets in Writing

    This week we’re going to find out a little about author Juanita Aydlette. October’s theme is ‘Pets in Writing’ so Juanita will be talking about pets. She’ll also tell us a little about herself and her writing, and answer some fun questions.

    Juanita Aydlette is from Shreveport, Louisiana, and now lives in Texas.  She’s the only girl in a family of four brothers. She love music, planting flowers and is a dog lover…that’s why she works at an animal clinic.
    Beverley: Are you a pet person?
    Juanita: Yes I am. As a matter of fact, I work for a Veterinarian.
    Beverley: Do you think pets (dogs/cats/birds/ horses/ etc.) belong in books? Why?
    Juanita: I think pets belong in books, because they will definitely draw the curiosity of the reader. Pet lovers—and there are millions, can relate to animals as family member. I think it's important to them to find an author that feels that way too.
    Beverley: Should they be the main characters? Why?
    Juanita: I think it depends on the plot. If it's a fantasy or science fiction story, then why not? In that case, the animal can be as intelligent as a human.
    Beverley: Should animals in books talk?
    Juanita: Sure. As I said, in cases of science fiction and fantasy, why not?
    Beverley: Do you include pets in your books? 
    Juanita: My first novel was published last year by Class Act Books, a fantasy romance/suspense,  and there are animals—not pets, but animals just the same.
    Beverley: Any other thoughts on pets, and pets in books?
    Juanita: If my husband didn't protest, I would probably try to acquire as many pets as I could. I think animals enhance a story, because they tend to bring out the soft side of most people.
    Beverley: Which genre or genres do you write or prefer to write?
    Juanita: So far, I have no preference. If I happen upon a situation that I feel will make a good story, then I plan to write about it. However, I do tend to lean more towards fantasy.
    Beverley: What prompted you to write in the genre/s you do?
    Juanita: I had a vivid imagination as a child, but no one to share it with. I have a lot of catching up to do as far as writing about it now. It's a little harder now that I'm older.
    Beverley: What genres do you enjoy reading?
    Juanita: I like thrillers, suspense, mysteries and romance also.
    Beverley: How long have you been writing?
    Juanita: I've been a closet-writer since high school; poems and such. I was shy and always worried about what people thought of me. Now, I don't care.
    Beverley: Who influenced you the most in deciding to become a writer?
    Juanita: Stephenie Meyer. I waited so long to decide to make this a reality, and after she did it, I felt like I could too.
    Beverley: What obstacles did you have to overcome to begin creating your work?
    Juanita: First, I started to write without any research on the publishing industry, so I took my first five rejections pretty hard. I had to go back and find out what I was doing wrong. Second, I work ten hours a day, so I have to squeeze time in for writing. That part really depresses me.
    Beverley: What gets your creative juices flowing?
    Juanita: Anything. I have ideas to pop up all the time—mostly at work, and I have little pieces of paper with notes on them stuck in my pockets by the end of the day.
    Beverley: What will stop your creative muse the quickest?
    Juanita: Constant disturbances by my husband and my dogs and also the phone ringing will drive me nuts.
    Beverley: What do you have for breakfast?
    Juanita: I will eat just about anything for breakfast, but if I have the time, I will stop at McDonalds and get oatmeal and a biscuit with butter.
    Beverley: What do you wear when you are writing?
    Juanita: Usually I'm in a pair of shorts or my night clothes, because after working all day, I have to make time for an hour or so to write before I go to bed. Other than that, I spend an hour of my lunch break to write.
    Beverley: Where do you do most of your writing?
    Juanita: I get most of my writing done at home on Saturdays.
    Beverley: Do you have a favorite cartoon character? Why?
    Juanita: I use to watch The fantastic Four cartoons when I was younger, because everyone had special powers.
    Beverley: Who would you love most to meet 'in person' and why?
    Juanita: I would like to meet actor Anthony Hopkins--just something about Hannibal Lector. I took him as a date to a Facebook party once.
    Beverley: If you had an unexpected free day what would you do with it?
    Juanita: I would either write or just relax and watch television.
    Beverley: What are you working on now?
    Juanita: I am working on part two of "It's in the Blood" entitled "Blood Ties." Hopefully it will be released early in 2018.

    Blurb for It’s in the Blood:

    Never stare at a green-eyed, shirtless hunk. Gabrielle Madsen is drawn in by such a pair of eyes that captures her soul and leaves her a prisoner of an addictive kind of love--not that she's complaining. But her educational trip turns out to be more than just a fun-filled summer escapade.

    She’s faced with a life-changing decision that could affect the world around her. Her discovery of this ancient, legend-come-to-life proves to be deadly, but her heart can’t break away. She and Josh Van Ness fall in love and must battle the forces that want to keep them apart.

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    Twitter: @Juanita Aydlette

    Don’t forget to check back next week for another author interview and discussion of pets in books.

    Monday, October 9, 2017

    Characterisation Based on Dancing With the Stars

    Okay, I was watching TV and not writing. What can I say – but it was research
    It was Dancing With the Stars and it was the most memorable event of their life. Now I hadn’t watched all of it but the first one I saw was when her father died. She talked about how close they had been and that her father had always worn a hat and scarf. He’d always been there for her   and he was the most important person in her life. He was diagnosed with cancer and she realized he was going to die. Her dance was for him. Her description of life and death with her father brought me to tears
    The next one was a person whose mother had challenges with drugs. He was raised by his grandparents. They adopted him and that was his most memorable memory. They had loved him and raised him. He’d become a successful young adult and attributed to his loving grandparents. Again, I was almost brought to tears.

    There were many more but the last one that affected me was a mother who had a 29 week preemie baby.  I watched the husband sit outside the incubator, touch his con’s hand and pat his head. It was touching.
    I’m sure there are more examples.

    Do I write scenes with characters that bring my readers to tears? I’m not sure but I’m going to look at the previous examples and try to incorporate those emotions. What are your thoughts? Do you bring your readers to tears?

    Wednesday, October 4, 2017

    Pets in Books wih Dorothy Callaghan

    This week we’re going to find out a little about author Dorothy Callahan. October’s theme is ‘Pets in Writing’ so Dorothy will be talking about pets. She’ll also tell us a little about herself and her writing, and answer some fun questions.

    Dorothy Callahan is one of those authors who annoys other authors by refusing to be tied down to one genre. If a tale demands to be told—even if she’s never read a single story like it—she’ll find a way to write the book of her heart. This is the only way to quiet those demanding characters begging to be heard.

    She lives in New York with her wonderful husband, a pride of demanding cats, and two loyal dogs, all rescued from shelters (well, not the husband). Her love of both animals and writing prompted her to start READ AND RESCUE, an organization where animal-loving authors and readers can find one another. The unique aspect to this group is that each author pledges a portion of proceeds to his/her favorite animal cause.

    When Dorothy is not writing, she enjoys shopping for antiques and renovating their pre-Civil War house. If you are interested in learning more about Dorothy or how to help other animals in need, please visit her at,, Facebook at Dorothy Callahan Author, or Twitter @Callahanauthor.

    Beverley: Are you a pet person?
    Dorothy: Yup. Especially kitties. I think they’re my totem.
    Beverley: Do you think pets (dogs/cats/birds/ horses/ etc.) belong in books? Why?
    Dorothy: If it goes along with the story and character, yes. I know they can be a distraction if people aren’t used to them, but isn’t that the purpose of pets? To get you to pay attention to them? How does it affect the character? Is the person loving? Standoffish? Fearful? Great place to build characterization.
    Beverley: Should they be the main characters? Why?
    Dorothy: It really depends on the story. It seems that if pets are the main characters, it tends to be more of a children’s book, but A Dog’s Purpose throws a monkey wrench right into that stereotype, doesn’t it?
    Beverley: Should animals in books talk?
    Dorothy: My parrots never shut up. ;-)
    Beverley: Do you include pets in your books? 
    Dorothy: I find that they always work their way into mine, even if I had no intention of it at the beginning. In IMPENETRABLE, a neglected dog found its way into the story, which is great, because it prompted me to write two more books about the vet and her technician!
    Beverley: Any other thoughts on pets, and pets in books?
    Dorothy: I like that shifters are now no longer limited to wolves. Having said that, it just seems like there should be more dogs and cats in books. It’s not like most people don’t come in contact with a dog or cat over the course of a week.  Maybe I’m missing some authors here who write the way I do. Got any recommendations?
    Beverley: Which genre or genres do you write or prefer to write?
    Dorothy: I tend to focus on contemporary, but I also write all over the board. I started out (unpublished) in YA fantasy, then wrote historicals. My first published book was a contemporary, then a time travel, then paranormal. Now I’m back to contemporaries, but I’m working on a YA fantasy trilogy and planning a contemporary series with a small magical element.
    Beverley: What prompted you to write in the genre/s you do?
    Dorothy: Reading. EVERYTHING.
    Beverley: What genres do you enjoy reading?
    Dorothy: Give me an HEA any day and I’m happy.
    Beverley: How long have you been writing?
    Dorothy: Oh, I’ve been writing since I could draw with crayons on construction paper. I’ve been published since 2013.
    Beverley: Who influenced you the most in deciding to become a writer?
    Dorothy: My mother would be the biggest influence on my writing career. She’s always supported my writing. (Even kept that crayon on construction paper book I wrote. Now THAT’s a fan.) :-)  
    Beverley: What obstacles did you have to overcome to begin creating your work?
    Dorothy: In the beginning, it was getting the attention of the publishing houses. Since then, it’s been more of the plotting. The more books I get under my belt, the more I try to come up with challenges that keep my heroes/heroines apart and ways to show how well they mesh and belong together.
    Beverley: What gets your creative juices flowing?
    Dorothy: Long walks. In the summer, that’s on the Erie Canal. On godawful days like today (it’s 1/8/17 and 14 degrees out), that involves my treadmill. Walking = creating.
    Beverley: What will stop your creative muse the quickest?
    Dorothy: Stress. It’s a killer.
    Beverley: What do you have for breakfast?
    Dorothy: I’ve started making my own granola bars, much healthier than the store-bought versions. Raw peanut butter, oats, chia seeds, local honey, flax bran and veggie powder. Total yums.
    Beverley: What do you wear when you are writing?
    Dorothy: Slouchy clothes. I discovered sweat suits a few months ago. Told my husband I hope I don’t die it in, because I’ll be haunting the afterlife in head-to-toe gray.
    Beverley: Where do you do most of your writing?
    Dorothy: At my desk. It’s got a tall hutch so I don’t gaze out the window. I’m not ADHD, but dog walkers, neighbors, flitting birds, etc. all draw my eye away from my screen. Wow. That’s a big plow. Shoot. Where was I?
    Beverley: Do you have a favorite cartoon character? Why?
    Dorothy: Calvin and Hobbes. The best and funniest cartoon ever. (And it’s got a kitty!)
    Beverley: Who would you love most to meet 'in person' and why?
    Dorothy: Joss Whedon. The absolute best writer in the world. Don’t believe me? Watch Buffy. Or Avengers. Or Firefly. Total fangirl.
    Beverley: If you had an unexpected free day what would you do with it?
    Dorothy: Oh, I’d be here, in front of the computer, either writing or editing. When I get tired of that, I play in the kitchen, rummaging through the pantry, and tossing random items together and calling it dinner.
    Beverley: What are you working on now?
    Dorothy: Right now, I’m focusing on getting my newest book uploaded and ready for sale. By the time you read this? Who knows? :-)

    Blurb for Crazy Little Fling

    Fun loving veterinarian Carla Krasinski is finally taking her dream vacation—a week in Key West. Working overnights in emergency means she sees all the critical cases... and no sun. So this week will be seven full days of brainless meandering and sunbathing. No life-saving decisions. No winter-white skin to make a vampire quiver with envy. Nope. Just a week-long stroll under the palm trees. Having her sister out of prison means Carla’s babysitting duties of her niece are also moot this week.

    And the fact her new boyfriend proposed and expects an answer when she returns? Well, that’s what a week of no decisions is for, right?

    She’s one cabana boy shy of unadulterated bliss.

    When DEA Agent Gunner Fitz gets the call that a possible drug deal is going down—by a woman he incarcerated and who just got released—he knows he has to follow the lead to Florida. Not only will this woman lead him to the crime boss, but also his abducted sister, the reason he went into this field in the first place. Catch the bad guy, free the girl. He’s got this. But Gunner gets sidetracked by a woman on the plane, one whose laugh captivates him. After scant minutes in her presence, Gunner knows unequivocally this is the woman he’s going to marry.

    And then he gets the email: Carla’s the woman he’s supposed to trail.

    If Gunner tells her the truth about his mission, he’ll lose her. If he lies, he’ll lose her.

    And when Carla’s only choice is to help Gunner rescue his sister, her decisions become matter of life or death.

    Thank you for allowing me to join you today. May all your days be furry!

    Buy Link:
    ASIN: B01M61NEE7

    You can find Dorothy at:
    Don’t forget to check back next week for another author interview and discussion of pets in books.