11 November 2014

Working Book Cover

I've been a member of National Novel Writing Month for six years, and manage to get more writing done in November than any other time of year. This year, NaNoWriMo mentioned that having a novel cover greatly increased the chances of completing the contest. So I made a temporary one on PicMonkey, the easiest photo-editing site on the planet. This should inspire me to keep writing. Bring on the pipers!

13 October 2014

From This Day Forward - Excerpt Monday #3

“I don’t think they make underwear in my clan tartan. Do you have MacGregor panties, Megan?”

“Why, yes, as a matter of fact. I wore them at the wedding.”

His eyes got a faraway look and she could see the wheels turning.

“You don’t have a lot of options, counselor, so I’m guessing whatever you’re thinking is dead on.”

“Well, well, you wicked little lass. I’d like to see your MacGregor collection sometime.”

She grinned. “Perhaps, Mr. Calhoun, if you’re a very good boy, I shall indulge you. Now I want to see what you’re going to put on next.” She slid higher on the bed, leaning back against the padded headboard, the sheet pulled up, but barely covering her breasts.

Lindsey’s gaze lingered as he pulled a pair of Levi’s from a hanger, then stepped into them, slowly pulling them up,  eyes smoky again as he shot a deep look across the room. He left the pants unzipped, the play of dark hair on his stomach pointing suggestively downward.

“What shirt are you wearing? A Stewart plaid flannel?” she asked.

“Didn’t bring it with me. You’ll have to settle for a red merino wool Henley.” He pulled the sweater over his head, slowly, and more slowly yet over his muscled chest. The twinkle in his deep-blue eyes belied the  ever-present frown. He was enjoying himself far too much. The effect on Megan was apparent by the flush on her face.

Slowly he tucked the shirt into his pants and zipped them up. He picked up the belt and let it unroll, then snapped it. The crisp echo hung between them as he slid the leather into each loop and calmly buckled the brass.

“Heaven help me, I never knew watching a man dress could be so sexy. You're making me weak, Lindsey.”

He laughed. “I’m putting my shoes on before I have a mind to see how much you like getting me out of these clothes again.” He bent for a boot to pull on, the knit shirt stretching over his broad shoulders.

“You wear cowboy boots, Calhoun?  Now, that I never would have expected.”

“Ha! I can rope and ride with the best of them, lassie.”

©Dani Greer 2014

05 October 2014

From This Day Forward - Excerpt Monday #2


A tenuous silence hung between them. Megan had no intention of filling the void with mindless babble. Let one of the men break the tension. She knew how to play this game as well as any lawyer.

As it turned out, the silence was broken by a waiter with menus.

 “Welcome to the Flagstaff House. My name is Steven. May I offer you some libations before dinner?” He looked at Megan first, then Lindsey. Megan noted the other Calhoun men at the table had already ordered drinks, no doubt single malt Scotch from the look of the glasses, all served neat.

“I believe I’ll have water for now, thank you,” Megan replied.

“The usual for Mr. Calhoun?” Lindsey nodded in agreement. No surprise that the staff would be familiar with the desires of the whole clan. Of course not.

“You are a very beautiful woman, Dr. MacGregor,” said the elder Calhoun, piercing her with a look.

So he was going to take that tack, was he? “Thank you, Mr. Calhoun.” She looked directly into his eyes and gave a slight nod of the head in acknowledgment. Lindsey gave her thigh a small squeeze under the table. He knew a drama unfolding when he saw one, and for now, he’d let it do just that. Megan seemed to be totally under control, and not the least bit intimidated by his father.

“What an interesting brooch you’re wearing. Is it my aging eyes, or is that a spider?” The sterling silver legs on Megan’s lapel pin extended delicately from a shining orb set with a round yellow topaz cabochon.  “I understand you’re a child psychologist. Isn’t jewelry of that sort a bit intimidating to your young clients?”

“It depends on the age of the child, Mr. Calhoun. Very young children most often haven’t been influenced by their parents’ own fears, and therefore are fascinated by all kinds of creatures. This is just one bug in my jewelry collection. I wore it today because the little boy I was working with happens to like spiders. He also finds my vintage VW, Dr. Doodlebug, quite entertaining.”

“How charming. And how else do you entertain your small clients, Dr. MacGregor?” His belittling tone was palpable.

“I juggle balls, Mr. Calhoun.”

©Dani Greer 2014

29 September 2014

From This Day Forward - Excerpt Monday

Well, it's getting serious. NaNoWriMo is fast approaching, I have a novella (working title: From This Day Forward) to finish, and the first book in my mystery series to crap out by #December2014. And I have new fans asking when the books will publish! 

So here's a teaser for you from the novella, which is a prequel to the first mystery novel, and explains how the protagonists, J. Lindsey Calhoun, high-priced Boulder lawyer, and Megan MacGregor, child psychologist, meet, fall in love, and marry. 

Being mostly solid well-adjusted people with few hang-ups, the first half of the book is about their blossoming romance, and of course, lots of sex. Because I wanted to practice writing different kinds of sex scenes that were steamy, but not too weird, and yet... maybe a little different from the ordinary romance novel. The characters definitely get to know each other fast, and I learned a lot about them too. Did I mention a lot of sex? Yeah, that. 

Well, even romance and good sex aren't constant and forever. So the second part of the book, of course, brings the two back to reality, and all the resistance they get to their fast-moving love story, including from our hero's father, senior partner of the law firm, Calhoun & Sons. The following scene takes place in Lindsey's office:

“Your schedule is open. We need to talk.”

Lindsey’s instincts whirled into high alert. He could feel the ire pouring from his father. “What about, Dan?” He tamed his voice to an emotionless pitch.  His courtroom voice.

“You might have shared your intentions with me before you gave your mother’s ring to some woman.”

“She’s not some woman, Dan. She’s my future wife. I would think you’d have figured that out if she was wearing said ring.”

“You didn’t ask me.”

“I didn’t need your permission. Mom gave the ring to me, her eldest, with the stipulation I would gift it to my bride when I found her. I have.”

“In such a short time, Lindsey? Don’t be ridiculous. Some beauty has turned your head, and probably a few other parts, and you throw a family heirloom at her?”

Lindsey’s guts turned to ice. He stared at his father, his nostrils flaring as he calmly closed the file drawer and walked to his desk. He put his hands on his hips in a gesture of defiance. The older man stood before him without moving, elegant and noble in his finely cut suit, his gray eyes as hard and bleak as winter.

“You dare insult my ability to make intelligent choices, Dan? Because I've paraded an endless stream of insipidly bad female choices before you all my life? Never.  So you base this assessment of Megan MacGregor on exactly what facts? Unless you have a reason to question my motives and choices, and her qualifications as my wife, this conversation is over. I would have preferred to have my family’s blessing when it came to something this important to me. But apparently we can’t count on you when it comes to anything except the business and our clients.” 

Lindsey’s voice was barely above a whisper, but its lethal tone filled the room. Dan Calhoun hadn’t seen Lindsey in a court of law for many years, but he could fully appreciate the power of the man before him. He understood why his son never lost a case. Formidable and completely in control of himself,  J. Lindsey Calhoun had clearly grown into his own strength and power.

“To your credit, the woman’s background seems to be impeccable. She doesn’t have a flaw on her record. It was pointless to run a background check on her. But that doesn’t diminish the fact that you haven’t known her long enough to truly assess whether you’ve made a good choice.”

Lindsey froze. He stared at his father as the words sank in.

“Let me understand you, Dan. You ran a check on Megan? You had the nerve to go behind my back and validate her credentials because I chose her for my wife?” His eyes narrowed in black anger. The deep, premature lines on his face bracketed pinched lips. He moved from behind his desk toward his father.  A lesser man might have shown fear, but Daniel Calhoun held his ground.

©Dani Greer 2014

05 August 2014

Tweeting the Challenges

01 April 2014

April Fool!

You thought there'd be a new post for the Blogging from A to Z Challenge, didn't you? First thing at the crack of sparrow's fart. Well, ha ha! April Fool's Day.

So I'm off to a rough start, but that's okay. The key is that we get out of the gate and start the ride. This month, I'll be blogging about all the themes related to my romantic suspense trilogy, which begins with a prequel I'm finishing up this month. Right now, that novella is too hot for readers to handle. My male protagonist took over and likes sex with his heroine. Imagine that! If I don't wrap this book up soon, they'll have to grow new body parts and this will become an erotic sci-fi story. I'll leave it to your imagination.

An interesting twist in this book, and one that was completely unanticipated, is the inclusion of musical themes. I'm not a musician, and never have been, but this year I'm particularly drawn to powerful music and unleashed passion in the voice. So here's an A+ singer - A is for Amanda - who exemplifies exactly what I mean. My heroine can belt out a tune like this. Someday, maybe I'll be able to unleash my inner singer the same way. I think I just need to believe in me.

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