7 Things You May Not Know About Me and My Writing

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Today I was asked to share on Facebook seven things you may not know about me and my writing. This sounded fun, so I put my thinking cap on and decided to make it a blog article.

  1. I must have absolute silence to write.
  2. I am an outliner. I crave the organization, but I’m not too crazy with it. If the characters “hijack the bus” then I’ll ride along with them to see where they go.
  3. I used to be the Literary Editor of our high school magazine, Sketches.
  4. I had written a series back in High School before I really understood what a series was. I had a collection of stories about teens at Westside High. Maybe I’ll resurrect them one day.
  5. I cry when I kill off characters I love – even those I love to hate!
  6. I include something ethereal or slightly paranormal in almost all my stories.
  7. When you start talking to me about writing….Beware! I don’t shut up.

I not only love writing, but I AM a writer. It’s not just what I do, but who I am. I live constantly with a jumble of characters in my head, each fighting for their shot at the page. It’s a crowded life, but I one I cherish.

 

 

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Celebrate An Award Winner – An Online Angel

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An Online Angel won 3rd place in the 2017 PRG Reviewer’s Choice Awards. I’m very honored. Thanks Paranormal Romance Guild.

You haven’t read it? Do so now for 99 cents through March 31,2018! It’s never the wrong time of year for a sweet holiday romance.

An innocent trip to an online store to buy her three year old son a Christmas gift turns into a living nightmare for Cheryl. Mark, her poker obsessed husband has just cleaned out their entire savings account for a high stakes poker tournament three weeks before Christmas. On top of that he’s decided to leave her and the son he never wanted because Cheryl “doesn’t get him”. Devastated, scared, and confused Cheryl must find a way to keep her struggling law practice alive and provide some kind of Christmas for Robbie.

Cheryl had her doubts about marrying Mark in the first place, and she should have listened to her instincts. Letting go of her first love, Kevin, was something she regretted even more now. At the time he wasn’t good enough for her, or so her parents tried to convince her. When Kevin contacts her out of the blue right before Christmas, is Cheryl due a Christmas miracle? Can one innocent message on Facebook rewind the past?

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New Release: Matrimony in Lies

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Yep I’ve been busy. I’ve just released a new short story in the Jack Weaver Series, Matrimony in Lies.

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You met them in Sealed in Lies – Book One of the Jack Weaver Series. Jack and Caroline are in Vegas for their wedding and excited about their honeymoon trip to the Caribbean on a private yacht. Caroline is happy that Jack has decided to step away from the CIA and start his own security firm.
 
But one call from the Director of Homeland Security interrupts Jack’s wedding night and his best laid plans. He’s tasked to track down a Columbian terrorist in the very hotel he’s staying in. What are the odds? But then again, this is Vegas. How will Jack manage to serve his country and keep his new bride safe without her learning about his deadly side job?
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Sealed In Lies – Now Available

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I’m excited to announce:
Sealed In Lies
Book 1 in the Jack Weaver Series
CIA Operative Jack Weaver finds trouble wherever he goes. This time the nation’s security depends on him and the one woman who may tame his heart.

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Undercover for the CIA, Ex-SEAL Jack Weaver has poked his nose into the wrong computer file. Working as the top security man for the world’s largest drug cartel, Jack discovers a plot to assassinate his new Commander In Chief on Inauguration Day. The puppet master controlling the strings is a terrorist calling himself the Emperor. Not only does he have the cartel leader at his beck and call, but Jack discovers a horrifying connection to his old SEAL team. What are the odds? Forced with a choice, Jack shoots first. Now he’s a rogue agent on the run from multiple enemies. He needs answers to clear his name and knows just where to find them.

Caroline Walters is living her own life of lies. Married to Vice-President Elect, Warren Walters, she never dreamed her genteel upbringing would result in a marriage of horrors. Constantly abused, she prays for freedom. The night rogue spy Jack Weaver breaks into her home her prayers are answered. Caught seeking information, Jack forces Caroline to come with him.

Jack continues his quest while dragging along the attractive wife of his old SEAL teammate. She turns out to be more help than hindrance, and an attraction develops neither can ignore. Guided by horrible nightmares from his past, Jack and Caroline rush to find the identity of the puppet master from hell before he can destroy what they both hold dear, including each other.

Originally released in 2010 this riveting story has received a much needed make over. Author, Kelly Abell, proudly presents this new and improved edition.

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Writers Are Observers

I’m in the process of gathering some ideas for a new contemporary romance trilogy. I thought I’d share some thoughts I have about gathering ideas.

Writers are observers. I mean we view the world in a different way than a non writer. Everything we witness, overhear, watch on the news, discuss with our friends has the ability to spark a story. Be forewarned friends and family. (Smile)

I take a notebook, or I always have my phone with me when I go out. I people watch when I go to the store, restaurants, events, etc. When I hear a particularly interesting piece of dialogue, I jot it down. When I see an interesting person, I write down their description to use for a character later. Now, don’t get the idea that I’m some stalker lingering on every word people say and spying on what they do. Far from it. But I am more observant than your average bear. When I am in a grand hotel for instance, I’ll take a moment to jot down a description so I can use it a scene later. I note the way furniture is arranged, the sparkling chandeliers, and so on. You’d be surprised how much more information you’ll have once you start writing if you rely on these notes.

Do you watch the news on a regular basis? Oh boy, the crazy things people do to and for one another. There’s a gazillion story ideas in just one day’s worth of news. In fact, my first book Sealed In Lies came from a newspaper article.

Have I come up with something for my trilogy yet? No. But today is a new day. Enjoy your observations.

 

 

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Re-Release Sealed In Lies Feb 2018

Sometimes you just need to pull a book from circulation, dust it off and give it a new look.  That’s what I’ve done with my first novel, Sealed In Lies. Book One of the Jack Weaver series. Re-releasing next month so be on the look out. If you’ve already experienced Jack and Caroline’s story, I hope you’ll leave a review at the new link. If not, check out this riveting romantic suspense thriller.

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Undercover for the CIA, Ex-SEAL Jack Weaver has poked his nose into the wrong computer file. Working as the top security man for the world’s largest drug cartel, Jack discovers a plot to assassinate his new Commander In Chief on Inauguration Day. The puppet master controlling the strings is a terrorist calling himself the Emperor. Not only does he have the cartel leader at his beck and call, but Jack discovers a horrifying connection to his old SEAL team. What are the odds? Forced with a choice, Jack shoots first. Now he’s a rogue agent on the run from multiple enemies. He needs answers to clear his name and knows just where to find them.

Caroline Walters is living her own life of lies. Married to Vice-President Elect, Warren Walters, she never dreamed her genteel upbringing would result in a marriage of horrors. Constantly abused, she prays for freedom. The night rogue spy Jack Weaver breaks into her home her prayers are answered. Caught seeking answers, Jack forces Caroline to come with him.

Jack continues his quest while dragging along the attractive wife of his old SEAL teammate. She turns out to be more help than hindrance, and an attraction develops neither can ignore. Guided by horrible nightmares from his past, Jack and Caroline rush to find the identity of the puppet master from hell before he can destroy what they both hold dear, including each other.

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Meet the Characters: One-Eyed Jack, Jayla’s Mysterious All Knowing Cat

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This week I’d like to introduce you to One-Eyed Jack. Based on a real animal, he is the cat with a huge personality in my short thriller story Of My Blood in The Hunted Anthology. Jack can understand human words and emotions and in this story he does his best to teach Jayla about her new found inheritance and family blood line.

He may have created a monster in Jayla though. Once she realizes her power and what she can accomplish, she struggles whether to use it for good or for evil.

Here’s an excerpt from the story:

After breakfast, Jayla dressed in an old pair of jeans and tank top. She grabbed a pad and pen to take inventory then trotted down to the kitchen. The cat, stretched out on a braided rug under the kitchen table, lazily opened his eye, gave her a cursory glance then closed it again with a deep cat sigh.

“Guess you’re not coming along for the journey, huh?”

He emitted a guttural sound and rolled over, his pearl-gray fur flattening beneath him.

“Fine, be that way.” She paused. “You know, I really should give you a name. You look like a pirate with that slit eye of yours.” She knelt in front of him, tapped him on each shoulder with her finger. “I dub thee One-eyed Jack.”

Jack’s eye opened, and Jayla could swear he rolled it at her.

“Okay, so I’m not very imaginative when it comes to naming animals. Don’t like it? Too bad.”

Jack meowed. He stood and stretched then bumped his head against her hand.

“Oh, so we’re friends now, are we?”

He bumped her again then reached out with a paw and scratched her. Not deep. Just enough to remind her who was boss.

“Ow, you bastard.” She rubbed the rising welt. “See if you get another can of food from me.” She got to her feet. Even if he was a pain in the ass, she liked the tough old cat. Not one for pets, her sentiment surprised her.

She turned toward the heavy wooden basement door secured with three steel deadbolts.

“Wow, seems like overkill.”

Jack meowed.

She turned the locks and pulled the door open. It creaked, sending a shiver through her. “Sounds like a door in a horror movie.”

She flipped up the light switch. The floor at the foot of the stairs lit with a sickly yellow glow.

At the bottom of the steps, she surveyed her surroundings. Only two bulbs lit the voluminous space. Bare brick walls connected with a concrete floor. Within the pale circle of light, she could see stacks of boxes, discarded furniture, racks of old clothes, and shelves of jarred goods filled with God only knew what. What the light couldn’t reach remained in deep shadow. Immediately overwhelmed, she plopped down on the bottom step.

“Holy shit. I don’t even know where to start. This is a lot of stuff.”

Jack meowed. He glanced up at her. Jayla swore he shook his head as if to say, “You’re pathetic.” He then sauntered to an old rolltop desk. He hopped up on the chair and pawed the jointed top.

Astonished, Jayla joined the cat. “Are you saying I should start here?”

Jack meowed.

“Huh. Well, aren’t you the helpful cuss. Let me look around first, and then I may just take you up on your advice.”

Jack shrugged and settled into the chair.

She wove her way through the stacks of debris, glancing back and forth to take in the massive room. It covered the full length and width of the house. As she moved toward the wall closest to the woods, she spotted an old tapestry hanging on the wall, the design obscured in shadow.

“I wish I’d brought a flashlight.”

She jumped at the sound of a metal object rolling across the concrete floor. She glanced down to see a long metal flashlight. Jack stood a few feet away.

No way. Her skin crawled, her heart skipped a beat. Wow. Can he understand what I say? Too weird.

But being an accomplished archeologist, she’d seen weirder. “Thanks, Jack.”

The cat turned, flicked his tail, and returned to the desk chair.

After picking up the flashlight, Jayla switched it on. The beam shone on the beautiful needlework. The threads had faded a bit, but she could make out the design of a town. Not a map per se, but a rendition of the main street and a few prominent buildings. A church, what appeared to be a town police station, several stores, and a few restaurants.

She moved the beam down to the bottom corner, revealing a picturesque covered bridge. The road came through the bridge to the center of town and wound up into the top left-hand corner where it disappeared. Scattered throughout the rest of the design were houses, large and small.

“It’s lovely,” she breathed.

Across the bottom of the tapestry were stitched the words, White Bridge.

“What a cute town, Jack. I wonder if my grandmother lived there? Wonder if she did this tapestry?”

The cat answered with a muffled meow.

She studied the needlework. The buildings didn’t appear too old in design. Perhaps the early 1800s. Where was this place? Nearby? Far away from here? Had her grandmother done this tapestry to remember a place where she grew up?

She fingered the edge, admiring the workmanship. Suddenly, the wall hanging jerked to the left, the bottom edge bumping against her leg. She glanced down, and Jack stared up at her, the corner of the tapestry in his teeth.

“What the…?”

She pulled the hanging out from the wall and shined the flashlight behind it. “A door. And this one has three locks, too.” She stared down at Jack. “Where does it go?”

The cat’s expression said, “Well open it, stupid, and find out.”

Apprehension flowed through her. Sweat popped out on her forehead despite the cool, damp room. Hidden doors led to hidden rooms or worse. She’d watched enough horror movies to know this was a door people screamed at the characters on the screen not to open.

The cat bumped her leg.

“I’m not going in there.”

He bumped her leg again, meowing.

“People don’t cover doors with tapestries and triple bolt them if they want you to go in. That usually keeps something out.” She dropped the wall hanging back in place.

Jack yowled.

Jayla turned away from the door. “No. I’m not going in there.” She glanced over her shoulder. “Not yet, anyway.”

If you enjoyed the excerpt and want to know more about old One-Eyed Jack, buy the book! It contains wonderful thrillers from multiple authors. All the proceeds of this book goes to St. Jude’s Children’s Hospital, so I hope you buy it and tell your friends about it.

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