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Happy Birthday Desert Breeze Publishing!
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It seems just like yesterday.

There I was, an Inspirational Romance writer, faced with yet another rejection. Talk about feeling vulnerable.

It was a time when I had just started a new job, all still in the hope of “writing”.

After sending a manuscript that was as near and dear to my heart as my ‘first born’, after the interminable wait of eight agonizing months, after mustering up the courage to contact the editorial offices with a polite message, I received an email reply that really would make the hair curl of anyone with any self respect – especially a writer!

Suffice it to say, with all the excuses about the problems in the Editorial Offices, the weather and the flimsy reference to my manuscript, I was glad NOT to deal with them, knowing it would be nothing but trauma and drama.

This, of course, after my tears dried and I forced myself to take a deep breath.

Do you believe in your writing? Do you wish to continue? Are you sharing His word?

Yes, yes and yes.

Okay, then, get busy and find a house that’s professional, a house that wants to produce good stuff.

But where? I’ve looked everywhere! I’m in Rhode Island, the Smallest State!

Once more, I researched “Inspirationals” and in that instant, Desert Breeze Publishing appeared.

I had never seen them before. This could be what the French refer to as a ‘coup de foudre.’ Love at first sight. Maybe. Hmmm.

Never heard of them; but what a nice landing page. Let’s look a little more.

Well, the rest is history. I sent information on ‘Destiny’s Designs’ and ‘Spotlight on Love’ and the prompt, professional reply from Publisher Gail Delaney brought tears to my goofy eyes.

Someone understood. Someoneone had standards. Someone knew what it was like to try. WOW!!!

This could be the start of something really great. And it has been!

Think of the network of friends we have established, thanks to Gail and Jen and all the DBP family.

Congratulations, Desert Breeze! Thank you for your professionalism and I really, really look forward to meeting all of you soon!

Tune in tomorrow for a Birthday Bash Post from J Morgan. Here’s his link: http://www.themorgandiaries.blogspot.com

And here’s an excerpt from “Light of the Heart” Book One in the Nine Book Sterling Lakes Series!

Than you so much for visiting today and Happy Birthday, Desert Breeze.

And Thank You!!!

Excerpt from “Light of the Heart” by Regina Andrews

Chapter One
The afternoon class at Tanglewood Women’s Prison was a spectrum of tension, as separated and splintered as a beam of light refracted through a prism. Cascade Preston held her student’s template assignment up to the light overhead, and spoke carefully on the quality of the stained glass project.

“With two lights, or openings, Brenda, I would say your idea of a church window for this one would be correct.”

Sighing, the student replied, “So you think I’m making progress?”

“Of course.” She tossed her honey-colored curls behind her shoulders. “Don’t you?”

Brenda snorted. “Heck, no. I’m in here for domestic assault. What do I know about progress? My life is over.”

This stopped Cascade in her tracks. “Look, we all make mistakes. God has told us that sinners should flock to him. What do you think? ”

Brenda shrugged. “God has his own agenda. We’ll see what the parole board says about mine in two weeks.”

“For now, let’s focus on next week’s class. Bring me a flower for that one.”

“Where are we supposed to get a flower?” someone muttered.

“Draw one, stupid,” Brenda answered.

“Bye, ladies. Take care.”

“See you.” Sad-eyed, Brenda gave her a high-five as Cascade walked past her.

Cascade’s heels clicked efficiently with her every crisp step, and she made sure to shuttle as closely as possible alongside the beefy guard who escorted her from the holding room. Getting into her Corolla, she whispered a prayer. “I don’t think I’m doing any good here, Lord, but I feel you telling me to stick with it. So I will. Maybe this is the kind of thing that saved my mother.” She tried to block the images of her mother’s bruises from her mind, but they wouldn’t go away. They never did.

The drive back into Boston passed by quickly, without too much traffic. “Lean on Me” blasted from her audio system, and she sang along with all her heart. At twenty-seven, she knew it was technically an oldie, but to her, it was fresh and filled with meaning. Cascade wondered as she sang what it would feel like to have someone to lean on, because she had always been alone.

“There’s only one thing that could make tonight perfect,” she mused as she pulled into the parking area for her condo complex, “and that’s not going to happen, for sure.”

Images of her long-gone fiancé, Kevin, came into her mind and heart. Where was he this fine June evening? More importantly, why were things so much better for him without her in his life?

A form crossing her path brought her back to reality. Her eyes narrowed as she noticed someone walking towards her car. A guy — a big guy she did not recognize.

She shaded her eyes from the late day sun. Dark hair and outdoorsy looks. Work boots. “Nope,” she murmured to herself, “I don’t know him.”

Hopping from her car, she said, “Can I help you?”

“If you’re Cascade Preston, you sure can.”

He folded his arms across his chest. With all those muscles moving, Cascade could only imagine the stress put on the seams of his light blue cotton shirt.

“And you are…”

“Dan McQuay.” He extended his arm towards her. “From the site.”

“Hi.” Cascade pumped his strong hand, lost in his sky blue eyes. “What site?”

He tilted his head. “The construction site.”

“I’m not following you.”

He looked at her steadily. “I’m project manager for the retrofit on the church in Sterling Lakes. The one that you’re doing the windows for.”

Cascade’s heartbeat quickened. Just hearing the name of the town where she grew up made her anxious and tense. “It seems there’s been a misunderstanding. No way am I working on anything in Sterling Lakes.” She started to bustle past him. “Now if you’ll excuse me?”

“Don’t run away, Ms. Preston. There’s a problem here.”

His tone of voice got her attention. He sounded like he cared… about her. That was crazy. She was a total stranger to him.

She nodded. “Apparently there is a problem, you’re right. I don’t know what you’re talking about. Like I said, I’m not doing any work in Sterling Lakes, and I never will. That’s the last place in the world I ever would go.”

He gave a slow whistle. “Well, that’s a loaded speech if I ever heard one.”

In spite of herself, she smiled. “I didn’t mean to get all hot and huffy, but it is how I feel, and I have my good reasons.”

He eyed her intently before he finally spoke. “Understood. The thing is, your name is on the plans that I have, and my crew is ready to get going. We haven’t heard from you, and we need to have a job meeting. Mostly, we need your specs.”

Cascade noticed the strong line of his jaw when he spoke, and oh, those bluer than blue eyes of his were so easy to get lost in. She swallowed.

“I don’t know what to tell you. I’m not contracted for that job. Your project executive should be able to answer your questions.” She toyed with the zipper on her oversized leather shoulder bag as she watched thunderclouds roll across his handsome face. “Look, why don’t you give me his name? I’ll check things out at my studio in the morning and get in touch with him. Maybe I can get to the bottom of this.”

“Yup.” He took his hands out of his pockets. “Here’s my business card, and here’s his. Try and remember, every day is money to me.”

“Okay, I know. I’m in business, too, so I get it. I know every job I’m on, and this one is not on my list. Let me see if I can find out why I’m on the list of subcontractors… if I really am.”

“You are.”

“I shouldn’t be, so there’s a mistake. I never even sent in a bid.”

“At least we found out something tonight,” he said with a shrug. “Other than you being a whole lot prettier in person than in the pictures all those magazine articles and newspaper stories print about you.”

Cascade’s face warmed up at his compliment. “Now you’re trying to butter me up.”

“Just stating the truth, plain and simple like I always do, Ms. Preston. That’s my way. Thank you for your time.”

“You’re welcome.”

He started walking over to his truck. “Talk to you tomorrow.”

“Right. And there’s one more thing.”

He questioned her with a wondering look.

“Please call me Cascade.” Her smile lingered as she watched him drive off into the Boston twilight. Too bad this job was in Sterling Lakes. It might not be that bad to do a job with Dan McQuay. Not bad at all.

Light of the Heart is available for purchase at Desert Breeze Publishing.

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Today I am so happy to welcome the wonderful Celia Yeary! I know you’ll enjoy what she has to share with us. Thank you, Celia, for being here today.

I DARE YOU
How many times in your life have you heard this taunt?My family moved about every six months when I was a child. For several years, we were transient, moving from one oil field to the next, living in very odd places. This meant I changed friends and acquaintances with every move. I was always “the new girl,” until we finally settled in one town and stayed.
As the new girl, I had to test the waters, so to speak, waiting and wondering if someone would ask me to play. I wasn’t a tomboy, really, but I would take a chance here and there to try something new in order to win friends. Often, a girl or boy would “dare” me.
In first grade, no one would seesaw with me, but I stayed close to the seesaws, hoping someone would ask. A boy stepped up and said, “I can walk up one end of the seesaw and all the way down the other side. Want to see?” Of course, I did. I nodded and he demonstrated the daring feat. As he neared the center, he paused, held his arms straight out, and ran down the other side as his weight lowered the seesaw. Then he dared me to try it.
Okay. I slowly walked up one side almost to the center, but my leather-soled white high-tops were slick, causing my feet to slide backwards. I fell forward and my mouth landed on one of the big iron bolts that held the seesaw to the iron rail. The fall split my bottom lip, and I fell off, also scraping my knees because I wore a dress. Now blood poured from my lip and my knees. A teacher came running and took me inside to call my mother. A doctor put stitches in my lip and the flesh below. I still have a scar there.
But I took the dare.
In another town, a neighbor boy dared me to stand on the edge of the cesspool covered with a loose piece of tin. I did, holding my nose from the stench. My mother came slamming out the back door and yelled at me. She called me to the house and told me a story of a little boy falling into a cesspool and drowning. Sure, that scared me silly…but I had taken the dare.
Another boy invited me to his house to play. (I most often played with boys, I guess.) In his room, he told me he had scary comic books in a box under his bed and asked if I wanted to see them. I said, no, I didn’t want to read anything scary. But…he dared me. We spent the afternoon reading scary comic books.
As an adult, at age forty, a friend taught me to play golf. She was a firecracker. Often, I’d want to “lay up” when I approached a water hazard, but she’d always say, “I dare you to go for it.” Oh, of course, I did. Most often I failed, but at least I tried.
You’d think I learned my lesson over my lifetime of taking dares. But no…I still try new things, sometimes on my own, sometimes at the urging of a friend.
Years ago, my best friend urged me to play hooky and drive to Dallas to see Bruce Springsteen in his “Born in the USA” world tour. I took the dare and we went…and we were the teachers!
In 2004, I had to stay in a recliner much of each day because of a couple of medical problems. Bored to death, I complained I had nothing to do. My husband placed an old used laptop in my lap and said, “Well, write something.”
I took the dare and wrote an entire novel, and I’d never written anything in my life. Now, I have a dozen contracts and still writing.
In case you think I’d try anything, don’t. I do have limits. I said no when urged to try a cigarette; I said no to boys who wanted to go too far; and I said no climbing the town water tower.
However, taking a chance…or a dare…on something you’d really like to do can be a good thing. Suppose you, as an author, would like to try writing, oh, a space opera romance instead of the sweet girl-next-door romances you prefer, but you don’t know where to begin or if you’d be successful. Or perhaps you’d really like to enter one of the most prestigious contests around, but fear a dreadfully low critique.
I believe most authors are risk-takers. Otherwise, we wouldn’t send our most beloved manuscripts to strangers, hoping they’ll love it. We wouldn’t take the chance on a bad review by sending our published novel to the best reviewer we know.
Go ahead. Try something different. I dare you.
~*~*~
Blurb for TEXAS TRUE:
At a Governor’s Ball in Austin, Texas, True Lee Cameron meets suave Sam Deleon. Before the night is out, she transforms from the coddled and protected younger sister to a woman in love. Reality crashes down when she accidentally learns he has deceived her. Daring to disobey him, she follows Sam to the oilfields and determines to live wherever he does. Has she made a mistake? Will she give up and return home where she can make her own rules?
When Sam Deleon meets the gorgeous young woman his mother has chosen for him, he fears falling in love, because he knows nothing about love. In order to carry out his mother’s plan, he marries True and moves her to his mother’s home, intending to visit enough to set the plan in motion. When True fails to obey him, he faces the possibility of losing her, thereby losing his inheritance and the family property.
Sam and True attempt a reconciliation and compromise. Together, they now face a nemesis, someone who determines to thwart every action they take, endangering not only their lives, but also those whom they love.
RELEASE DATE: APRIL 1:
The Cameron Sisters: Book II: TEXAS TRUE
Buy Link from Desert Breeze:
http://stores.desertbreezepublishing.com/-strse-156/Celia-Yeary-Cameron-Sisters/Detail.bok
Also available on Amazon-Kindle version
Celia Yeary-Romance…and a little bit ‘o Texas
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