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Tuesday, January 31, 2012

This weekend and progress

This weekend I'm going to be part of a fun event.
Fellow authors from Class Act Books will be over at
Ravencraft's Romance Realm chatting it up and giving things
 Up Coming Events
Click on the picture to go and see the list of prizes.

On the writing front I sat down and attempted to figure out
what I need to be focusing on the most.  The list of things
to do and deadlines is a little overwhelming!!

The never ending WIP (Cross Over Huntress) is two chapters
away from completion and only 20,000 words past what I had
planned on!

Once that is finished I will be wearing my edit hat for quite sometime.
I've informed my muse there will be NO NEW PLOTS at this time.
I will be busy with promoting the new releases and completing edits for
those coming up.

Here's the line up for me for February and March:
Book IV in the Magic Seasons - Autumn Dance (polish up and get that
submitted- my editor is dying to know what happens!)
Animal Heart Book I in Animal Trilogy (rewrites and re-submission)
Book III in Hidden Senses Trilogy -Inner Reflections
 finish and submit (this one has a projected release date already!!)
Book I in the Ancestor's Enchantment Trilogy - The Witch Within (polish up and submit)
Book V in the Magic Seasons - Winter's Mist (polish up and submit)

Okay so this list will most likely bleed into April as well, now that I sit here and
look at it.  Now that I've tossed it out into the blogosphere, I will have to stick to it


Have a great day and I hope to see you on the weekend over at Ravencrafts!!

Jacqueline Paige

Monday, January 30, 2012

Author Avery Flynn

Today author Avery Flynn is stopping by on her tour for
A Dry Creek Bed

The Ideas Cramming My Brain
By Avery Flynn

Where does inspiration come from? Everywhere.

A Dry Creek Bed is Beth and Hank’s love story at heart, but the mystery surrounding them involves the trifecta of villainous motivations: revenge, land and greed. 

First,  let me set it up a bit for you.

In A Dry Creek Bed, readers discover Beth Martinez still mourning the deaths of the grandparents who raised her after her parents died in a car accident. Beth has seen her share of tragedy, including having the dream of starting her own family ripped away from her. Though quietly in love with Hank for years, she knows they’ll never be together. Hank, now the Dry Creek County sheriff and divorced from his first wife who lied to him about her desire to have children, wants a family, something Beth can never have and can’t give him. Despite their mutual desire for each other and Hank’s determination to pursue her, she manages to keep him at a distance.

All Beth has left of her family is the home built by her grandfather. So when a mysterious developer makes an offer on the property, she refuses. Soon she’s receiving threats and can no longer hide what’s happening from Hank. Forced together by circumstances, it becomes harder and harder for them to rein in their passion. Suddenly, the stakes go higher. Coercion turns into murder and it’s up to Beth and Hank to uncover who wants the land and why—before they both end up dead.

I have to go back to one of my favorites, Gone With the Wind for the first nugget of inspiration for A Dry Creek Bed. In it Scarlett’s dad tells her it’s all about land and in Nebraska that’s true too. My stepfather recently sold his farm and it was heartbreaking for him. He thought he’d be farming it until he dropped in the hayfield. That got me thinking about the importance of land and how it can tie families together. The question that popped into my head was: what if the land is the only tie you have left to your family, what would you do if someone tried to take it away?

From that developed the villain of A Dry Creek Bed, a mystery developer pushing people off their land. Beth is the only person standing between the developer and millions in profits. Verbal threats morph into vandalism which morphs into physical violence. It’s up to Hank and Beth to uncover decades-old secrets, revealing that all is not what it seems in their rural Nebraska home.

Inspiration strikes all the time and I have far more ideas rolling around my brain than I’ve had time to write - thank God for the little notebooks I carry everywhere. These ideas slow roast in my noggin for a few weeks, months, years until their time comes. Usually I know it’s time when the characters start popping up in my dreams. Then I know I have to get my butt in the seat and my fingers on the keyboard.

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A Dry Creek Bed
By Avery Flynn
Book 2


"I do believe I can arrest you for looking at someone like that. You've got to be breaking some indecency laws."

Taking a deep breath, she recovered her bearings. Mostly. "You're out of your jurisdiction, sheriff."

Dry Creek County Sheriff Hank Layton is the stuff of dreams. Nasty, steamy, delicious fantasies that leave Beth Martinez weak-kneed and desperately wanting the man she can never have.

Hank can’t stop thinking about Beth to the point where he’s afraid of becoming permanently bowlegged. And even though the sexual tension between them is thick enough to trip over, she runs every time he chases.

But when a mysterious developer forces her neighbors off their land, Beth becomes the one person standing between the scoundrel and millions of dollars. Only Hank can help her uncover the truth. Together they risk their lives exposing decades-old secrets and learn that everything is not as it seems in their rural Nebraska town. 

A Dry Creek Bed Excerpt - The Kiss

She stopped with her back to him. "One kiss?"
“One little kiss.”
A fall breeze brushed the tips of her mahogany hair across her back and she straightened her shoulders. Spinning around, she made her way back to him with a fuck-you strut. Stopping just short of his feet, she dropped her gym bag. It hit the pavement with a thud, the whole world seeming to have gone silent around them.
"Let's get it over with."
Something primal inside of him howled its approval. He wanted to devour her full lips then and there.
Stick to the plan, dude.
He held firm. Barely. "OK, you can kiss me."
"Wait a minute -"
"You're the one who says there's nothing between us, so I figure you should set the tone of the kiss. It's up to you to disprove my theory."
"Of all the stupid things." She huffed out a breath. "Fine."
Hank held his breath, hoping all his bluster would pay off. God, this woman undid him. 
She laid her soft hand against his chest. There was no way she could miss the hammering behind his ribs. Navy blue nails shone bright against the red of his cotton shirt. Her shoulders twitched with a shiver. A flicker of doubt shook him. Maybe she'd ignored him after the party for a reason. 
Then her lips touched his. Chocolate and caramel coffee teased his taste buds as their tongues twisted around each other.
His hands roamed to the bottom of her soft, wool sweater, snuck underneath the hem and caressed the soft skin above the low waist of her jeans.
Her vanilla perfume surrounded him as he lowered his mouth to taste the sweetness of her neck. He lost himself to the hungry lust streaming through his veins and the moaning woman in his arms. There was no street, no gawking neighbors, no one else in the world.
"Hank, stop." Beth's breath brushed against his cheek.
More plea than demand, her words sliced through his euphoria. Unwilling to let her go yet, he lifted his head but kept his fingers tucked into her waistband. Still tasting her on his lips, he couldn't form any words.
A flush pinked her cheeks as she pursed her kiss-swollen lips. "So ... that's ... out of the way."
Her hand shook when she patted him on the chest, her fingers lingering for a few seconds over his pounding heart. With a sigh she pulled out of his embrace and trudged up to the house, never looking back.
She thought this was over? After a kiss like that? His balls couldn't be any bluer if they were made of blueberries. For a smart woman, she sure wasn't thinking straight.

 About the Author:

Avery Flynn, the author of UP A DRY CREEK and A Dry Creek Bed, books one and two in the Dry Creek series set in Nebraska, grew up in a small town in the western part of that state, a far cry from her present day home just outside of Washington, D.C. It was no accident that she went back to her roots for the small town setting for her romantic suspense. 

“When I graduated high school,” she says, “I couldn’t cross the state line fast enough.  The older I got and the farther I moved away, the more I realized what a wonderful place Nebraska had been to live.  I swore I’d set a novel there as a way to give people a look into the amazing folks that live in my home state.”

The name Avery Flynn is a pseudonym for the author who, at least for now, prefers to remain behind the scenes.  She believes having Avery as her alter ego is a very good thing because, as she says, “Pen name Avery is way cooler than me. Her favorite color is hot pink. She drinks single malt scotch on the rocks. She loves the Argentinean tango and stays at Iceland’s Ice Hotel.” 

Author Avery has been writing since she was a child and her father gave her a baby blue Brother typewriter. She couldn’t read but nonetheless wrote numerous stories about her stuffed animals in gibberish. She hasn’t stopped since, though she maintains that her spelling has gotten much better and she now prefers to write in English.

Today she’s enjoying her own happily ever after with her dashing husband, three crazy kids and two arthritic dogs.  She dreams of one day having a floor-to-ceiling library à la Beauty and the Beast and is working to perfect the coffee IV drip.  

Twitter: @averyflynn

 Thanks for stopping by, Avery! 

Sunday, January 29, 2012

Random pic Sunday

This morning I took pictures of all the sweets I'm surrounded by
each day, cakes, muffins, pastries...  but damn if I can find them in
my phone now!  (new phone I can't quite work yet)  It was also at 4:30
in the morning, so maybe I just thought I took them but really didn't...

So my random pic is what was waiting for me in my email when I got home.

Not as tasty as the pictures I had wanted to post, but I'll take it!
Thank you to everyone that voted.

Jacqueline Paige

Thursday, January 26, 2012

Excerpt Thursday - From Beltane Magic

Owen found himself placed between Dade and Chris among the drummers. He was caught up in learning the rhythms and watched either Chris or Dade’s hands to pick up the beat. This he found was also a good place to be as the dancers stopped often and danced right in front of the drummers or brought them drinks.
After an hour his arms were tired and he honestly had a new admiration for the men beside him who were still going strong, moving effortlessly from one rhythm to the next.
During a slower beat, he noticed several of the dancers moving through those at the edge of the circle and through the drummers. He watched as the dancers took their wreaths off and placed them onto a male’s head. He was sure the males didn’t realize how silly they looked wearing flowers and ribbons, although when the dancers gave them a kiss, he was also sure they didn’t care how odd they looked.
Kasey paused in front of the drummers and began to weave her way toward them, slowly taking off her wreath. She smiled in a shy, nervous kind of way at the drummers. Neither Dade nor Chris paused in their drumming, but Owen could feel them both waiting to see who she was going to place her wreath on. When she passed Dade and went to Chris, Owen noticed and enjoyed the grin on his new friend’s face.
Chris actually missed a few beats in the rhythm as he raised a hand to place behind her head to receive the kiss. Owen didn’t see steam, but he felt warmer just witnessing their kiss.
      He found himself wishing some woman would make him look like an idiot and place her wreath on his head. He turned to watch the same with Doc and Rachel. He was sure Steven was blushing after it, or maybe it was just from the heat of it.
At the point when Cora began seductively dancing her way into the drummers, his heart stopped. She was far too exotic a woman for him to handle, but if she placed her wreath on his head, he would certainly try. He felt like a schoolboy wanting to jump up and say, “pick me,” but he dug deep and found his dignity somewhere.
She passed him by and held the eyes of the man beside him. When she placed the wreath on Dade’s head and leaned her mouth down to his, Owen was sure the sparks that flew between them somehow burned him. In his own amazement, he realized it was a kiss out of a movie that made your heart speed up. Dade didn’t miss a single beat on the drum, though the kiss seemed to last more than just a few moments.
      He found himself wishing for mistletoe or a cute puppy, anything that would bring one of them to him. His heart tripped and almost stumbled when he noticed Leena was dancing toward the drummers. He fought the urge of wanting to look around and make sure he was the only one in the area without a wreath on his head but held onto what adult-like composure he had left. 
When she stopped in front of him, it was all he could do to not stand and meet her halfway, so he held the drum in front of him tightly and stayed seated. As the wreath touched his head, she smiled a smile that made his insides burn. He reached up to gently guide her head down to his.

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Book II coming in March 2012

Wednesday, January 25, 2012

WIP 109% complete??

I began writing the Cross Over Huntress for my NaNo in
November and once I hit the targeted 50,000 words I completed
my goal for NaNo !
In December I went back to the story to finish it and it was to be
roughly 80,000 words. Actually at the time in November I didn't think
I was going to make it to 50,000.  Apparently all the characters needed was a little time to plot without me.
Today it is 109% complete!  That's using the 80,000 word count.

Obviously my characters don't realize I have other deadlines because they won't let me be until this is finished!

I have five days off (first time in a year I've had more than two days in a row!) and I hope to finish it up by the time I have to go back to work. Of course I spent day #1 napping on and off but I'm awake and rested now!

Jacqueline Paige

Sunday, January 22, 2012

Random pic Sunday

Yes I've actually remembered Sunday while it is still Sunday!

The pic today is one my daughter took on a trip, she gets the greatest
animal shots.  It seemed appropriate too with this cold spell we've been going

On the writing front... Curses cover is up for cover of the month.

Jacqueline Paige

Thursday, January 19, 2012

New Cover!

A week ago the first book in the Magic Seasons came out 
and then this week I received the cover for the second book!

Seeing the cover of my story makes all the work and edits worth it.

It will be out on March 15th.

I've added the extra pages to the blog with more details on all of my books.

This Saturday (21st) I am chatting at Romance Lives Forever.
 I'll be randomly giving away books again during the chat and on Twitter.

Jacqueline Paige

Wednesday, January 18, 2012

The Apocalypse Gene


The Apocalypse Gene
By Suki Michelle and Carlyle Clark
Genre: YA Urban Fantasy

Global pandemic is raging. Olivya Wright-Ono's once loving home has been converted to a hospice for the dying.  Her ability to see auras forces her to witness, with agonizing detail, the vibrant colors of life consumed by malignancy. 
The beautiful and troubled, Mikah, is an elite Empath in the ancient Kindred clan, led by the brooding, ever-morphing, monster named Prime. Mikah has learned a terrible truth . . . the plague is linked to Kindred origins.  When Olivya sees evidence of disease creeping into her mother's aura, she has no one to turn to but Mikah. Can he unearth the Kindred secrets and find a cure?  Can she trust this boy whose power allows him to  manipulate her very emotions?
With her mother's life, and that of the world, in the balance, Olivya and Mikah embark on a quest to stop the Pandemic, only to discover it is far, far more than a mere disease . . .

Excerpt – Chapter One – The Good As Dead:  Olivya has just learned that her mother plans to upgrade their home-based hospice center to euthanasia, a service called “deliverance”.  GAD is short for “Good-As-Dead”. The first “customer” as arrived:

Deliverance. Olivya hated that slithery word, that thin euphemism. Why not call it what it was? Murder. Her legs tensed, straining to run through the front door, down the street, east to Lake Michigan, and keep on going, right into the cool deep waters. Instead, she crept to the foyer, careful to stay out of Mama's line of sight.
The new GAD lay mummy-bound in a pale blue blanket. This one had no intention of hanging out in a tranquilized coma or happily zoned on Hypno-Peace. He just wanted out. She wanted to look into the soul of this death-wisher. Did it take courage to broadcast that invitation to the Reaper? You are cordially invited to escort me to oblivion.
The sickly sweet stench of diseased flesh and stale urine wafted from the GAD. His sweat-soaked orange hair lay like worms on his forehead. Straps held his wrists to the side rails. His lips fluttered with each labored breath. She frowned. He looked just like all the others. Nothing special - shrunken, coma-tranked, and reeking. Was he a coward or a hero? The answer didn't show in his face, but she could find it in his aura.
A chill breeze rippled, raising gooseflesh on her arms. Maybe the old Reaper was already standing right there, ready to claim his prize. If she allowed herself to fully Sight, would she see Death's black robes, its bottomless eyes rimmed in bone? She wanted to curse it, spit in its hideous face. Like Papa, this newcomer had set out a welcome mat for Death.
Mama would be furious if she caught her gaping, disobeying orders to stay away. Olivya would have to hurry, but a moment was all she needed.
She closed her eyes, lifted her defenses and willed the Sight to come. Colors, shapes and lights swirled behind her lids. She compressed them into a single point of white-light deep inside her mind, then she opened her eyes.
The GAD's aura, at first vague and wavy, sharpened into view. Despite the drug-induced coma, misery rose from him in sluggish waves. The dull red of malignancy throbbed against a background of greenish-gray - similar to the other Good-As-Deads, but somehow weightier. Intuition told her to look more closely.
Faint hues darted behind that auric death-shroud, ghosts of the man's former emotions. A streak of robin's egg blue, shimmers of peach. An eerie feeling came over her. Something looked familiar about this combination of gentle pastels in this particular pattern.
The face of a smiling man rose in her mind's eye, one who had always been patient with the friendless psychic girl. Mr. Gragg. Her Seventh Grade English teacher from the old brick and mortar. Could this be him? It looked nothing like him. Mr. Gragg had been thick-muscled and robust, his hair a riot of bright orange ringlets. Yes. That pastel aura was Mr. Gragg's. She recognized the colors of his unique, unflagging kindness. Why him? Then again, so many in the world had cancer. Why not him?
Olivya caught Mama's voice in the kitchen. “Any family?”
“Not any more,” the deliveryman said.

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Reviews of The Apocalypse Gene:

" ...a wildly imaginative young-adult apocalyptic thriller that also utilizes elements of science fiction, fantasy, folklore, mythology and romance...the well-choreographed, thematically powerful conclusion, coupled with the deeply developed characters of Olivya and Mikah, make this a memorable read.” --Kirkus Critics' Pick

"With its snappy, razor-sharp dialogue and wildly vivid imagery, the book, while geared toward young adults, has plenty for adults to enjoy as well." --Foreword

""The Apocalypse Gene" is a thoughtful read with plenty to consider, highly recommended." --Midwest Book Review

About the Authors:

Suki Michelle is a life-long Chicagoan, happily divorced and still good friends with her Ex. She lives and writes with her soul-mate, Carlyle Clark. She has one beautiful daughter, Bree, who is the first reader and critic of The Apocalypse Gene, and without her input, it wouldn't be nearly as cool! Suki's other children are of the four-legged type, Dahlia, the German shepherd; Kilala the lazy calico chub-cat; and Koney, the tortoise-shell demon cat from the Seventh Ring.

Carlyle is a burly dude from San Diego. He can look menacing at a glance, but as soon as he opens his mouth, pure intellectual. They are eternally grateful for the day they met at an on-line writer's workshop. They've been together for four years. On the outside. Suki and Carlyle are totally disparate. On the inside, they are the REAL Neo-Twins. You'll have to read The Apocalypse Gene to find out who the Neo-Twins are, but here's a hint: They are twisted devils with mirror-melded auras.

As writers, Suki and Carlyle have complementary skill sets. Lyle is plot master and edgy dialoguer. He is a huge fan of Japanese anime, and he draws upon this to choreograph fight scenes. Suki enjoys painting a character's emotional landscape and writing vivid descriptions. They both have wild imagination.

Suki and Carlyle treasure every opportunity to share their work.
Twitter:  @Suki_Michelle

Tuesday, January 17, 2012

From Beltane Magic is available!

In the mood for a little romance and magic (and I do mean witch magic)?
Maybe for a little mystery and suspense?

Book I the Magic Seasons
 Each were willing to spend their lives alone and safe; until they’re touched by Beltane Magic.
Can they survive their pasts to be together as they struggle to find a killer before the wheel turns again?
Extended Blurb:
Leena is a woman that is gentle in everything, her personality and moods. She always feels maternal with her closest friends and would go out of their way to look after any one of them. Her ability of controlling the elements and knowledge of plants make her magic abilities strong and unbreakable.  She is a leader at work and in life, always working hard to keep those around her close, but never allowing anyone to get too close.
To the outside world she is just Leena Duncan, a quiet woman who works a normal job and lived a quiet life.
A few times a year she can openly use her magical gifts at celebrations within a small community of people she calls friends.
Having lived through the horrors that can come from the hands of someone you thought loved you; she decided never loving again would prevent more emotional scarring.
It takes one man at a rainy Beltane celebration to change everything she is comfortable with and one killer to change her safe world.
            Owen is a man that reflects humour and cavalier vibrations to others, he is gentle and caring as is his ability to draw negative and heal others. If you didn’t know him, you would never realize he came from violence.  Knowing how the real world can be, he has vowed to never put himself into the position, or allow anyone else that could open up the world he has carefully sealed shut forever. 
He creates worlds and puts them on paper to entertain others.  After years of using his imagination he finds out his friends can do things he thought only his mind created.  
For his entire adult life Owen Grey has always played it safe and kept to his own world of writing, never getting too close to anyone.
Having lived a nightmare growing up he would never take the chance of repeating history.  He may write about happily-ever-after, but knows it is pure fantasy and doesn’t exist.
Until her ...

Available at CLASS ACT BOOKS
Also available in KINDLE Edition at AMAZON

Step into a world of magic and passions....
Recipe for the Magic Season series:  
 Take a dash of spice, heat it
 Add a flash of magic and watch the sparks fly  
Toss in a killer that's targeting women
Add a handful of witches from all paths to stir it all together...
 (warning this will raise your body temperature, use with caution) 

The Solstice Heat
Book II the Magic Seasons
Passion and magic that burns
Coming on March 15, 2012

Jacqueline Paige

Friday, January 13, 2012

5 Stars for Dreams

I never go searching for reviews, but I love it when people
share the good ones with me.

"This was quite a steamy, and very enjoyable, read. A unique take on what it would be like if we were to meet the person of our dreams within a dream. The book is very fast-paced and keeps the reader riveted as he/she seeks to know more about what happens next between Jennah and Dominic. Totally recommend it."

Thanks for that!!

I've been working on a draw for the Magic Seasons,
with the first three books coming out between Jan 15th
and May 15th I'll have to come up with something worthy of
three releases back to back.

Check back soon for the details!!

 Jacqueline Paige

Thursday, January 12, 2012

Author M.M. Shelley interview

Today I have the pleasure of having M.M. Shelley here to interview
while on her tour for Mishap and Chaos.

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1. Who is M.M. Shelley, really?
Let’s see, I grew up in southern California in a Latino neighbourhood, I say that because of the significance of the rich Mexican culture. This influenced me while growing up because Mexican folklore is full of magic and mystical beings.
2. Where did you get your inspiration from for Mishap and Chaos?
It was while I was in Hawaii, a story began to develop and it wasn’t until I returned home that it all came together.  
3.  Mishap and Chaos is part of a series, tell us a bit about the other books.
This is the second in the trilogy, the first, Mishap & Mayhem, really sets the tone for the series and sets the reader up to believe that magic is possible. 
4. If you could only use five words to describe the series to grab my attention, what would they be? 
An action packed fantasy adventure.
5. While working on a story, do you directly onto the computer or are there notebooks and plot ideas jotted down in various places?
I have a notebook that I keep my ideas in and I can have it with me all the time.
6.  What do you do when you’re not writing/editing or thinking about writing/ editing?
My weeks are pretty busy, I teach confirmation at St. Josephs to teens, I also train at a martial arts studio in Whittier, CA its Tai Shing Pek Kwar, and it’s an amazing style of Kung Fu. Lastly I do yoga mostly so that I don’t hurt myself while training. And of course my family keeps me busy.
7.  If you had one piece of advice for all those writers sitting out there procrastinating about making that first submission, what would it be?
Just go for it!
8. What is your favourite scene in Mishap and Chaos? Why that one?
This is a great question, but I don’t really have a favourite! There are many scenes that really created themselves and add intrigue to the story.
Thanks so much for taking the time to be here today!  J

More about Mishap & Chaos

Mishap and Chaos
By M.M. Shelley
Genre: Paranormal YA
Book 2

Deep within the Hawaiian islands is a hidden danger. An island witch who wants nothing more than to end the line of Pele, the fire goddess. Her influence has breached Pele’s inner circle.

The twins are also faced with the consequences of a freed Mnemosyne who no longer stands alone. As others from her world have traveled to earth with unclear intentions.

Grasiella and Tatiana’s only focus is to find their missing grandmother. Risking everything, not knowing if she is dead or alive.

About the Author
M.M. Shelley is a storyteller, word smith and dreamer. MISHAP AND MAYHEM, a captivating story of faerie's and magic, is her debut novel. She has traveled the world extensively in search of the magic which is often overlooked in everyday life. M.M. Shelley is a native of southern California, and a student of mythology from which she gets much inspiration.

Visit M.M. Shelley at her blog:

Tuesday, January 10, 2012

Back to normal

I'm very excited that the Christmas holidays are over!
The kids went back to school yesterday and everything should
go back to normal.  Work will settle back into routine with
all the families home and not passing through my little sleepy
town on their way to the mountain.  All will be semi-peaceful until
the spring break hits, well, that and weekends ...

I sat down last night and went over my calendar for 2012 and
can't believe how busy it's going to be on the writing side for me.
I know, I know I signed contracts and did the happy dance for
a few weeks, but the reality of the work involved didn't hit me
until I looked at the large picture.  If I'm missing for long periods of
time, there is a very good reason for it.

In five days time From Beltane Magic is out and then the adventure
begins!  With a new release every other month until September I
am going to be a very busy person!

I tried to not get sucked into any new plots and projects,
but failed miserably on that front with two new stories to get
ready for submission and three already on the editor's desk, the rest
of the year may fill up shortly.

Now, I must get off the net and get going on some edits that are
calling my name.  

Jacqueline Paige