 Friday, September 29, 2006 2 B Read 2 B Read Writer's Block Okay, so you're sitting in your chair, staring at the screen, and nothing is happening. Nothing. Nada. Zilch. What can you do to jumpstart the flow of ideas?Actually, there are several things: Read. Everytime I'm stuck I pick up a book and start reading. I don't know why it works, it just does. While I'm reading, my brain is working out the solution to whatever problem I'm having at the time. 99% of the time this works. Question everything in the scene. Even if you're not a plotter (like me) you can ask yourself questions about the situation or scene you're stuck in. One of my crit partners is writing a historical. She's a panster. And even though we've hashed out the plot a dozen times with her, she doesn't write it down and forgets or decides to change the basic plot in some way, so she either ends up getting stuck or taking a different direction and writing herself into a corner. But that's a whole other discussion. Anyway, the H/H in her story were stuck in a store and she couldn't get them out. So they stayed there for a loooong time while she griped and complained and sighed. Then came to our next meeting with a previously written scene she had polished. I kept saying, "When are these two going to leave the *&%$% store?" Her answer--I don't know. So we started asking questions. (They H/H had ducked into a store, shop, whatever, to avoid someone they didn't want to meet up with.) What's the purpose of this scene? Why didn't they want to meet up with said person? What's the worst thing that could happen to them at this point? Is the Heroine content to blindly follow him without demanding an explanaition? Can you use this scene to show yet another of the Hero's many layers? His skill as a spy? How will this impact their relationship? Plot/outline. Go back to your outline or plot and decide what--logically--should come next. For every action, there is a reaction or consequence. If the H/H are in the store, then obviously they have to leave.Out the front? Out the back?Who decides? Why?Consequence or complication resulting from the impulsive decision to hide in the store? Shake things up. Are they going to TALK to each other or just stand there? Take them out of their comfort zone. A person's true character comes out during times of stress. This is a good place for one of the characters to say/do something that will leave one or both questioning their own beliefs, assumptions, the status quo. If nothing changes as a result of them being in this store, then they shouldn't be there.These are just a few of the things you can try, but I can tell you I've used them all and have found them to be helpful. T. L. Gray www.TL-Gray.com 
Thursday, September 28, 2006 Okay, so you're sitting in your chair, staring at the screen, and nothing is happening. Nothing. Nada. Zilch. What can you do to jumpstart the flow of ideas? Actually, there are several things: Read. Everytime I'm stuck I pick up a book and start reading. I don't know why it works, it just does. While I'm reading, my brain is working out the solution to whatever problem I'm having at the time. 99% of the time this works. Question everything in the scene. Even if you're not a plotter (like me) you can ask yourself questions about the situation or scene you're stuck in. One of my crit partners is writing a historical. She's a panster. And even though we've hashed out the plot a dozen times with her, she doesn't write it down and forgets or decides to change the basic plot in some way, so she either ends up getting stuck or taking a different direction and writing herself into a corner. But that's a whole other discussion. Anyway, the H/H in her story were stuck in a store and she couldn't get them out. So they stayed there for a loooong time while she griped and complained and sighed. Then came to our next meeting with a previously written scene she had polished. I kept saying, "When are these two going to leave the *&%$% store?" Her answer--I don't know. So we started asking questions. (They H/H had ducked into a store, shop, whatever, to avoid someone they didn't want to meet up with.) What's the purpose of this scene? Why didn't they want to meet up with said person? What's the worst thing that could happen to them at this point? Is the Heroine content to blindly follow him without demanding an explanaition? Can you use this scene to show yet another of the Hero's many layers? His skill as a spy? How will this impact their relationship? Plot/outline. Go back to your outline or plot and decide what--logically--should come next. For every action, there is a reaction or consequence. If the H/H are in the store, then obviously they have to leave. Out the front? Out the back? Who decides? Why? Consequence or complication resulting from the impulsive decision to hide in the store? Shake things up. Are they going to TALK to each other or just stand there? Take them out of their comfort zone. A person's true character comes out during times of stress. This is a good place for one of the characters to say/do something that will leave one or both questioning their own beliefs, assumptions, the status quo. If nothing changes as a result of them being in this store, then they shouldn't be there. These are just a few of the things you can try, but I can tell you I've used them all and have found them to be helpful. T. L. Gray www.TL-Gray.com
Wednesday, September 27, 2006 I love Phantom of the Opera. I think most of us who like spooky romances like this particular story. I've seen it twice before, but I think this time, on Broadway, was the best performance I've ever seen. Although I know the story and I know how it ends, I still cried. So did my mother-in-law. And surprise, surprise, my husband actually enjoyed the performance, too. He was impressed with the production efforts: the special effects, costumes, and scenery. I came home last night thinking, "Why don't I do this more often?" During the week a lot of different musicals are available at the half price ticket booth. I moved to New York City so I could do this kind of thing, but as often happens, I've fallen into the habit of only doing this cool, New York-y stuff when company comes to visit. Yet, each time I go to a musical, visit a museum, go out of my way to have a little adventure in the place I live, I get inspired. So I've decided I need to make the effort to find a new adventure at least once a month. Even if all I do is walk through a part of town I've never been to, or go into a shop I keep passing and promising myself I'll visit one day. Life is too short and there's too much to see and do to let it all go by in a blur of work. We'll see how I do with this promise to myself. But at the moment I'm hopeful. :) Are there any adventures you can have in your area? Anything you've promised yourself you'd experience when you had more time? I'd love to hear about them. They might help inspire me! Isabo Kelly
Tuesday, September 26, 2006 Whatever it is, inspiration is powerful and magical. It initiates action, reminds us of what's important, drives us forward, makes us want to do more, and also keeps us on our path. And the most wonderful part of it is that it can happen anytime, anywhere to anyone. There's no rules, no regulations, and no restrictions. And there's definitely no way of knowing how to predict it. Inspiration is like a surprise party. It hits us unaware and has a strong effect on that moment. Have you been inspired lately? What happened? How did it affect you? If you get a chance to leave a comment, telling me about this, I would love to hear from you. Until next time, I wish you many wonderful "surprise parties". Hugs, Eden Robins "Nothing happens unless first a dream." -Carl Sandburg
Thursday, September 21, 2006 My critique partner suggested a Book-in-a-Week (BIAW) challenge to get some momentum going on my work-in-progress. For any who haven’t heard about BIAW, a participating author is supposed to do nothing but write for a week. Family members will have to do the cooking, cleaning and laundry because the author is “authoring.” Emails should be ignored, phones turned off, favorite TV shows taped for later viewing. The author just writes. At the end of the week, the author is supposed to have what Jennifer Crusie calls a “don’t look down” rough draft of her book. Unfortunately, not everyone can work that way. I like the music in words and the way sentences build on each other, so trying to write a “bare bones” first draft actually makes it more difficult for me to write than doing fewer pages the way I’m comfortable writing. So that’s what I’m doing this week—my version of BIAW. And it’s working. I’ve written 25 pages in three days, and those pages are very close to being a final draft. I’ve given myself permission to step back from self-promotion (which I enjoy doing but can expand to become the ultimate drain on one’s writing time). And I’ve reacquainted myself with the reason I started writing romance in the first place. I love it—especially writing the love scenes. ;-) Happy writing! -- Marcia James
Wednesday, September 20, 2006 I'm Isabo Kelly and this is my first experience with blogging. So far, pretty fun because it's a good excuse to ramble. And boy can I ramble! So I thought I'd share a little, bitty adventure I just had with you. Writing lately has been like pulling teeth--a real effort and not nearly as much play as it usually is. Normally, I find writing (at least the first drafts) great fun. This summer I kept stalling working on even the first draft of projects. So last Friday I treated myself to a trip to the Metropolitan Museum of Art. To kick-start my miscreant muse. The thing about going to a museum on your own is that you can cruise through at your own pace. Some people like a slow exploration, reading every single sign. Others plow through in "seen it, done it" mode. I fall somewhere in between. I decided I would go to one section I'd never been in and one section I love but have never gotten to spend much time in. The first was the American Wing. The second was the Arms and Armory section. In the American wing, I cruised through, looking at everything, impressed, enjoying myself and reading exactly two signs in the entire section. Both signs involved pieces of decorative furniture found in the Vanderbilt's Fifth Avenue apartment. My favorite was the library table--of course! Then I got to the Arms and Armory. And I read just about every sign next to a sword or dagger in the place. I skipped over the guns--not my great interest. I'd already read most of the signs for the body armor, at least the few I was interested in. But the swords and daggers... Those I explored. I studied the difference between a rapier and a small sword. I looked at broadswords that were smaller than I thought a broadsword was supposed to be. I gawked at Indian, Ottoman, Iranian and Persian swords and daggers, so bejeweled and intricately carved they were more dazzling than the windows at Tiffany's. I learned that the bucket-hilted broadsword was particularly popular in the Scottish Highlands at one point and also became a fashion statement in England as it started going out of favor in the Highlands. I learned that the art and science of fencing evolved out of the fact that more men began carrying rapiers in civilian clothing, and thus more duels were being fought without armor (because of course, give a man a sword and he's gonna want to duel with it, right?). Fighters, without shield or dagger to parry with, had to learn to parry with a single weapon. The study of fencing became a standard part of a nobleman's education. By the way, don't ask me dates on any of this. I don't pay close attention to those details--I mostly write fantasy and science fiction after all, not historicals Anyway, I discovered several new things which will no doubt find their way into a book--like the daggers with odd grips that were designed for punching jabs instead of slashing motions--and I had an excellent time making these discoveries. Now I've got that excited little tension in my belly I get when my imagination is firing and I can feel the stories just waiting to be told. I'm excited to get to a few of those stories I've been mulling over. And my heroine just got some very interesting weaponry. :) Isabo www.isabokelly.com
Tuesday, September 19, 2006 Speaking of fun...today is my birthday, and as such, I decided it was a good day to start my very first blog. I'm forty today, and I think this next decade in my life will represent many new beginnings. I know some think of it as just getting older, but I see it as so much more. It's an exciting time in my life. A time when I now know who I am, know what I want, and don't care so much about what others think. My writing is growing more and more into the joyful part of my life I've always wanted it to be, and the fulfillment I get from my storytelling is invaluble. The way I see it, another story, my own story, is just now starting to unfold. I can't wait to see what happens... I wasn't sure what to write today, but I see I've already written what I needed to. It's enough for now. Welcome to my Blog. Talk to you again soon. Eden www.edenrobins.com "Don't be satisfied with stories, how things have gone with others. Unfold/your own myth" -Rumi
Monday, September 18, 2006 And yes there are times we all need to be with our family’s and there are times there no way around it. But honestly, how many times do we let their wants and needs take us away from the tasks we need to do to accomplish our own goals. How many times we could have said, Not now and it wouldn't have disrupted their lives to wait? After reading an Article in Writer’s Digest Called Kids Teach Us the Darndest Things, By I.J Schecter, I realized, it starts when we are very young. I know as a parent I am guilty of utilizing this with my children too. We try really hard to encourage their accomplishments with those words of praise and giving them a sense of worth for reaching a goal. But face it there are times when” be a good boy in the store and I’ll give you a cookie”, “Sleep in your big bed all night and you get the sticker” or “Use the potty and you can have the M&M’s” work a lot better to keep your toddler on track than words of praise and that impending sense of accomplishment! Face it, we are creatures that need rewards. That, just accomplishing something and words of praise is not enough to keep us on track. There’s too much in life that can distract us. So I have decided to treat myself like a toddler. I will write a certain amount of words everyday before I open those emails and devour my Reese’s PB cups. When chapters are finished I can go off to the local ice cream store for a sundae and read. Etc LOL Yes it seems my motivation is mainly of the edible variety! I have many things I can use as Cookies. I have a friend in Australia that sends me Tim Tams, (Her fault she got me addicted!) whenever I finish a project. I can reward myself with a blog hopping fix for another goal. Heck it doesn’t even have to be writing, earning the cookie can be used in all facets of my life. Saying No to that favor I really don’t have to do, or have the time to do, can earn me something. Getting that laundry *shudder* done can earn me a Chai Tea Latte… What are your cookies? What out there might persuade your muse to focus on advancing that plot, writing that synopsis? What can you reward yourself with to give you that extra push to meet a goal? Here's to earning your cookies! Mari http://marissaalwin.com/
Time management: I have four active children. My eldest two –just turned 18- have lots of noisy friends in and out. I have an active hubby. I thought my time would have gotten more "mine" once school started back. How silly of me. I also have two parents I co-police with my sister. Neither of them seem to understand writing is my career, and like dad did his job for 33 years I need time to do it. I’ve tried to set schedules to where I am in front of my computer writing. They never last for long. So, I continue to work as I’ve always done with distractions and more distractions. I’m lucky though because I’m capable of getting up and down and getting right back into a given scene. But I tell you, there is nothing that beats writing in the zone and not being pulled away.… Until later~ Rissa http://marissaalwin.com/
Sunday, September 17, 2006 I’ve been a full time mom for 15 years. I added a second two years after the first and... just because I’m into self torture ...a third three years after the second. That’s right. 3 daughters. All grumbling through puberty at the same time. Yippy! So, as you can imagine, I’m no stranger to the to-do lists from h*ll, but when you add writing to the mix that to-do list seems like Everest. I can multi-task with the best of them, cook, clean, let dogs in and out, hear daughter three trying to sneak out to play before her room’s clean while keeping tabs on daughters one and two pounding away on their computers (one in chats {Yikes!} the other writing fanfiction) all this while listening to a book on tape. Yeah...I’m that good. 15 years of practice, baby! But....when I write...there’s nothing else. I cannot multi-task writing. So, I schedule writing time. On a good day, I’m lost to the real world for hours. The kids are at school, the hubby’s at work, the dogs do their thing in the morning, the world goes silent and I sit at my computer and write...ahhhh. Yeah... Most days are not good days, as far as writing goes. The phone rings every 15 minutes, the dogs bark at their tails, the hubby stops by, clothes need mended, errands need run, dinner prepared...whatever. Those hours I should’ve had to write dwindle down to a few stolen moments. And those moments are often spent trying to get “into” my writer’s mind. For me writing is like stepping into the body of another person. This person has tunnel vision, she’s obsessed, and more ethereal than flesh and bone. She floats above a cast of characters watching, directing when it’s called for, writing down all they say and do. Stepping into that body, that writer’s mind, isn’t easy and the slightest thing (a ringing phone, a doorbell, a spoken word, a passerby in my office) can rip me out of it, making all that was transpiring vanish like smoke from a blown out candle. So even with all my practice, all my honed multi-taking skills, all my scheduling, writing is still more an effort of will than an allotted amount of time. Writing time, like family time, is an ever changing fluid thing. Setting aside the time for either doesn’t mean that time will be spent fully on task. So, when I find those moments I have to force myself into my writer’s mind, get what I can while I can and try not to bite the head off of whoever it is that rips me out of it again. Time management? Nawww...willpower. What about you guys? Can you schedule your writing time, or do you have to steal it? P.S. While writing this post, I colored my daughter's hair, did laundry, prepaired promtional material, got everyone lunch and let the dogs out...and in ('cause hello, can't anyone else in this house hear them barking? Sheesh) *grin* ~Paige :) www.paigecuccaro.com QUEEN OF HEARTS, A romantic comedy, Cerridwen Press~ 4 stars RT Magazine FALLEN FOR YOU, Ellora’s Cave, Cavemen Antho: Dreams of the Oasis~ 4 stars RT Magazine
Friday, September 15, 2006 Last night, we were discussing blurbs, and how they related to the high concept of a book. The most powerful ones used the compare/contrast strategy, to highlight the conflict of the main characters. As an example, we used the movie, The Fugitive. Everyone in the workshop, when trying to describe it, focused on the Doctor's role. But it was the contrast with the federal agent that provided the drama of the movie. It wasn't just "a fugitive is pursued by a federal agent determined to catch him." That only shows one contrast, of fugitive/fed. If you saw the film, remember one of the crucial scenes, in the dam. Cornered by the federal agent, Dr. Kimble says, "I didn't kill my wife." To which Gerard replies, "I don't care." The full high concept is "an accused man, determined to remain free until he can prove his innocence, is pursued by a federal agent determined to capture him regardless of guilt or innocence." See how much stronger that statement is? Because it's showing two contrasts, not just of action but of motivation, and invites the reader to imagine the escalation of conflict. Perhaps it is no coincidence that I first pitched FUGITIVE LOVERS to an editor as "It's like The Fugitive, but if Dr. Richard Kimble was a girl." FUGITIVE LOVERS is currently available in ebook format, and will be available in print format in time for the holidays.
Thursday, September 14, 2006 Life lessons. We usually learn them after the fact, right? The hard way. And we say, I wish I'd done this, or I wish I'd done that. So, after the death of my mother in June--she joined my father on father's day of all days--I decided to not only make that To Do In Life list, but to actually start doing the things on it. My father always dreamed of traveling when he retired. Unfortunately, the universe had other ideas. Shortly after retirement he was diagnosed with lung cancer--an ugly thing because once you actually start having syptoms, it's too late--and 3 months later he was gone. He'd just purchased a new computer and was learning how to use it, planning trips, etc. My mother had the money to do the things she wanted, go on trips, buy things, whatever, but she--being of the generation where you saved saved saved for a rainy day--did just that. Waiting for that rainy day. It came in the form of death. Talk about your wake up call! So I said to myself, hey, that could be me in 20 years. Maybe the universe has plans for me, too. Do you want to leave this world regretting that you didn't LIVE life when you had the chance? The answer was no. So I made my list. Of course, I'm already doing the first thing on my life list--writing. The next thing is travel. I, like my father, want to travel. First up, a shopping trip to NYC, where designer shoes abound. Check. My next thing--I've always wanted to learn to speak German--my father's family was German. So upon arriving home from New York I enrolled. Here I am, taking German lessons (while my husband rolls his eyes, because he thinks Spanish would be so much more useful. and loving it. Because its not about what would be more useful, it's about doing the things in life that you want to do before its too late. Next up--I'm thinking Scotland. But that's subject to change. What's on your To Do In Life List? TLGray
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Monday, September 11, 2006 For me characters normally come after the idea has sprung to life. But, sometimes that vocal character will roar to life (and if a story isn’t in tow) the prefect project must be discovered, developed to fit their needs. I’m not much of a plotter. I’m a full throttle seat of my pantser…but working with Mari she prefers more structure in her writing so we try to balance the story out. I know the stories will have an opening, middle and a HEA, while Mari likes some holes filled in-in between. It’s a beautful relation actually. We’re a well balanced team. We write from beginning to end. I’m a disciplined writer…in general, I write a certain word count five days a week. I know I must write to accomplish what I want done. At times, I’ll allow myself to play on Instant Messenger, or surf the internet for a few minutes, but I set an amount of time to where I must get back to the program. I’m not easily distracted either. While –I think Mari will agree- she can be easily distracted and will procrastination more often. Until later~ Rissa
9/11 Remembered--Where were you?  When I signed up to write today on the blog, I had orginally intended to write about books, writing, something referring to the writer's life. But how can I even think about any of that today of all days?A week before the attacks, I had discovered that I was pregnant. Mark and I had been trying to have children for years and after a third try on hormone shots, I was pregnant--and extremely sick. I suspected almost days after insemination that I was pregnant as the nausea started immediately. I also had a strange feeling that I was pregnant with twins. The morning of September 11, I was home, my day off from the nursing home where I worked as an LPN, tired and sick. I turned on the computer and began working on some reviews for Love Romances. I had only been online for a few minutes before realizing something was going on. I quickly turned on the TV and was in shock. By then, the second tower was falling. I sat in shock for a few minutes then quickly called my mother, asking if my brother was anywhere near the Pentagon. He is in the military and lived in the area. She began calling him, trying to find out if he was alright. We didn't even know if he was traveling that day, as he often was on some sort of business trip. Mark and I sat in wonder and shock the entire day as we watched events unfold. We got a call from my mother saying that my brother was okay and able to see the black smoke rise from the Pentagon. He was evacuated from his building and sent home. He made it out, but one of his friends and former boss hadn't. As the day wore on, fear was at an all time high. Was this the world I wanted for my children? I swore to carry on--for them. I will never forget the horror of that day. I cried several times for the senseless loss of life. And today on the 5th year anniversary, I still cry when I see the videos of the towers falling. Where were you that horrible day?
Thursday, September 07, 2006 I’d like to introduce a new topic so the CP bloggers who follow me can choose to write on it, something else and/or the original topic. What’s your writing process? Do you come up with a plot and add the characters, or do your characters show up in your mind demanding you write their story? Do you write your manuscript from start to finish or skip around? Do you achieve a set page count every time you write, or do you squeeze your writing into your day -- a little here and a little there? I’m a plotter. I’ve never said, “My characters wouldn’t do that” because my characters do what I tell them to do. I’ve heard that plotters make good mystery writers, and thankfully that meshes with my literary aspirations. My work-in-progress is the debut book in a mystery series featuring a sex therapist/amateur sleuth. Thanks to being a plotter, however, I have to struggle to make my characters three-dimensional. Applying deep POV and avoiding author intrusion has helped a lot. The first things I write in my manuscript are the sex scenes. ;-) I often sketch out the Black Moment and the Happy Ending, too. Then I begin at the beginning and write the book. And since I LOVE to write love scenes, I’ll often give a character a very erotic dream to “hold him/her over” until I make it to the first sex scene! I wish I could say I’m disciplined and write from 9 – 5, achieving a specified page count daily, but I don’t. I’m an extrovert who loves people and can’t resist emailing, calling or meeting with friends. And I LOVE self-promotion, so sometimes my work-in-progress gets prioritized much too low on my daily To Do List. Well, before my blog entry turns into a True Confessions letter, I’ll sign off for the day! Happy writing! -- Marcia James ;-)
Tuesday, September 05, 2006 I guess I’m an odd ball. I had no idea I wanted to be a writer when I was a kid. I thought I wanted to be a teacher. My mom was a teacher. My uncle was a teacher. And I’m pretty sure I had some great aunts and second cousins who were teachers. Sorta the family business. Plus I liked kids. Even as a kid I liked babies and toddlers. I pretty much liked any human shorter than me at the time. I realized half way through my third year of college (a year and a half before getting my degree) that as much as I love kids, I don’t really like TEACHING them. (I just want to snuggle and hold them and make them laugh...go figure!)  For me writing first reared its head out of frustration and adolescent obsession. I loved, loved, loved the Bionic Woman. (Yes, I’m that old.) But sometimes those writers just didn’t make her do the things I thought she should do. So I wrote my own script and forced my friends to act it out with me. Pretending to be the Bionic Woman was fun,(of course I got the lead) and even then a part of me enjoyed the creative outlet I found in the writing more than anything else. But...I was going to be a teacher, so I ignored the clue.I started reading around that time, a few romance novels of my sisters, in which I highlighted all the “good” parts for my friends. *wink-wink* But it wasn’t until high school that I developed a LOVE of reading--a love of the written word. I was assigned Jane Eyre and finished it the first week of the semester. That’s when I realized books could do more than relay information and amuse, they could actually transport the reader. They could make them feel things, make them dream and hunger and desire. They were magic and I wanted more. I wanted to be a part of that magic, but...I was going to be a teacher so I settled for reading the magic created by others. I’ve always had a knack for explaining things in a way people could understand, both verbally and in writing, but I had no idea the writing part was a unique ability. I thought nothing of it. After dropping out of college and starting the life I was meant to lead as a full time wife and mother, (that truly is my calling,) I read a book that changed my life. INTERVIEW WITH A VAMPIRE. What that woman did within those glossy blood red covers changed me. She altered an entire society’s way of thinking. She eradicated a prejudice as old as time and made a nation fall in love with monsters. Amazing. Powerful. She made me want to taste that power. I’d let go of the chains binding me to the preconceived life of my youth. I had married a man who honestly believed he’d married someone special, someone who could do whatever she put her mind to. And I’d come to a point in my life where everything lent itself (time, finance, support) to the possibility of entering that world I’d been ghosting around the edges of for years. Like a hungry orphan, who’s had her face pressed to the restaurant’s window, belly aching to step inside for a bite. The door was open. I entered. I write. And I’m not half full yet. Too flowery? ::shrug:: I’m a writer. **grin** ~Paige Cuccaro
Friday, September 01, 2006  HEAVEN AND LACE(previously published as A Little Piece of Heaven) Available now from Cerridwen Press Best-selling romance novelist Lace Kincaid is the darling of the romance industry. There's only one problem - Lace Kincaid doesn't really exist. Ashley and her identical twin sister Alexis are the writing team behind the pseudonym. Ashley, the quiet and demure twin, writes the best-selling books, while Lexi handles marketing and promotion, as well as outrageously playing the diva role of "Lace Kincaid" at public events. On the eve of receiving the prestigious Crystal Quill Award, their charade is about to come crashing down. While trying to keep the truth from handsome journalist Rick Orlando, Ashley and Lexi get caught up in a complicated deception that puts both their careers and love lives in jeopardy. - Linda Bleser Romance and Comedy: www.lindableser.com Thrillers and Horror: www.lbmilano.com
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