Heart's Reunion is out!!

Do you like spooky paranormal stories? Be sure to check this story out from The Wild Rose Press!!




Pychic/paranormal researcher, Sabre Nichols attends her great grandmother’s funeral. She assumes she’ll stay a week at the old homestead on Witch Mountain to close the house then she’d return home. But her plans crumble after strange events occur on the mountain. The sight of a ghostly man, face frozen with terror at an unknown specter, ignites Bre’s curiosity. Even her late Granny’s tenant seems to have other plans for her.

Micah McGregor hides a secret behind his brilliant blue gaze. She’s memorized by the sexy half Native American and the attraction increases each day. He seems familiar to her, as if her heart has found it’s mate. Should she find the source of the spectral activities? Is there truth behind the tales of a witch in her heritage? She turns to Micah to discover the answers but can she trust him enough for her heart to unite with his?

Stella Cameron's Scarlet Boa Contest Winner is...Me!!!

I just want to say thank you to all the wonderful people who voted for my entry. I am so ecstatic to have won the contest. It was announced last night during Writespace chat.

Here's the link to see the winning listings!

Scarlet Boa Winners!

Congrats to ALL the people who entered. Takes a tremendous amount of courage to bare your soul for strangers to read. There was some great competition and I am really honored that I was chosen out of the finalists. Congrats to the three honorable mentions!

Love y'all,
Judith

New Release!! Love's True Enchantment!

My full length novel, Love's True Enchantment has been released from The Wild Rose Press!!!



The Wild Rose Press



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Blurb:

Illusionist, Shay Evers, seeking to right the wrong committed against her twenty four years ago, finds Caitlyn. At first sight, he is surprised at the strength of his attraction toward her. It’s an unexpected complication to his task. He has two weeks to convince her that magic is real. If he fails, she will die from the curse on her.

Magic is for fools, and Caitlyn Reiley is no fool. A news reporter, she is chosen for the coveted task of interviewing Shay at his home in Wales. Determined to prove that his magic is fake, she seeks the truth about him. When Shay starts to haunt her dreams and spark her passion, her beliefs are threatened and she battles with her growing desire for Shay. As the clock ticks, will the unlikely pair discover that love’s true enchantment will keep them together or will time run out?

Excerpt:

Deep purple midnight surrounded her. Stars twinkled everywhere. Sitting up, she blinked at their brilliance.

“I’m dreaming,” she whispered. “But it’s so real.”

She lifted her hand and dusty sparkles followed, leaving a trail like a shooting star. This was the strangest dream. Instead of fear bubbling inside her at the unknown surroundings, she felt secure in the glittering darkness.

Footsteps moved toward her, and from the purple blackness before her, Shay Evers appeared. Her heart skipped a beat. Blood started to pound in her veins. That slow, long-legged stride so unique to him brought him to her. He knelt before her and smiled.

“Hello, Caitlyn.” Amethyst eyes shone with an inner light.

She smiled, joy overriding everything else. “I’m dreaming.”

He grinned. His hand lifted and came to rest just above her left breast. “Are you? A sweet dream?”

“Oh, yes,” she sighed, leaning forward. Her fingers itched to touch him and see if he was real. Raising her hand, she laid the palm flat on his chest where his shirt gaped open and found solid warmth. “Oh.”

A low chuckle brought her gaze up, and her breath caught at the gentle glow in his eyes. “Do you like?”

Shifting to her knees, her caress glided toward his jaw. She brushed her thumb across the satiny flesh of his full bottom lip and sighed once more. “Yes.”

They leaned as one and touched lips; soft, tender, their breaths exchanged for an instant. “Open your eyes and look to your heart.” The accent flavoring his voice was stronger than she remembered. Beautiful and lyrical, she listened to each layer of it. “Look deep, past all barriers, to the center. Find what you lost and you will be free.”

“Only if you stay with me,” she whispered against his mouth and slid her fingers into his hair to hold him. His hands encircled her throat, his thumbs under her chin, tilting her head. She captured his lips and deepened the kiss, opening her mouth and crossing the threshold of his with a gentle probe of her tongue. He tasted of cinnamon, her favorite spice. She moaned as heat climbed from the soles of her feet to inflame her body.

“I’m dreaming, and I never want this to end,” she whispered when the kiss ended, arching her back as his lips moved over her jaw to her neck. Warm breath slid across her skin.

Surgery...Not looking forward to it!

Yes, I'm having my gall bladder out. Worried? A little, but mostly frustrated because I HATE having any kind of procedure.

Back in 1996, I had my hysterectomy. Nice little bikini cut, surgery went fine then the two young nurses proceeded to let me hemorrhage all day long. My doctor almost had a stroke when he arrived to check on me that night and realized what had happened. They were talking blood transfusions and all that good junk. Not fun. I'd never, ever been so weak in my entire life. So, now, I'm a little leary of any kind of surgery.

I know this type of stuff doesn't happen all the time but it really impacted me. Put up a mental block that I really have a hard time overcoming. Yes, I will have the surgery, but I'm not looking forward to it. Not at all!

This has also halted all writing for me. Can't concentrate to write or (LOL!) sleep. Try not to think about it but human nature sort of over-rides my good intentions and I end up right back worrying.

Everyone, please keep me in your thoughts Wednesday morning! I'm going to need it with my nerves!

Release dates for two stories!!

Yes, two of my works:

Heart's Reunion (Here)



will be released on NOVEMBER 4, 2009

and

Love's True Enchantment (Here)



will be out on NOVEMBER 13, 2009.

Can I say ecstatic? I truly am!

But it's strange. My happiness is tempered by a calmness. There are a couple of projects I'm working on that have taken a lot of my time. During late Spring and most of the Summer, I don't blog much. Why? Dunno. It's not that I don't have anything to say, I'm just silent.

Make sense?

Sometimes the quiet helps me find my place. I write and think, then write some more. There are days I rearrange the paragraphs, the phrases, and even the entire story.

I find it's helpful to step back and align the focus of my writing so I can see the best picture.

Well...just had to shout out and let everyone know I'm still around, just being quiet!

Day 2 Down Memory Lane

Why is it when you return to a childhood home things are a lot smaller. You look around and think, sheesh, this was huge back in 1970. Well, three years ago, my sister and I returned to our old home in north Mississippi. We had a little difficulty in finding it. The land around the roads are definitely different. The entire area has built up in the last thirty odd years. When we did manage to find the road, we passed the old place up. Had to turn around and go back a little slower. We came upon it quick. In shock, we parked on the curb and stared.

We looked at each other in disbelief. No, not because the place looked like a dump. No, the house and land looked great but the hill where the house stood was small. Very small compared to how it was when we lived there. Even the two story white house had shrunk over the years. Also there weren't any trees around the front. The entire place looked nothing like what I remembered.

The house I remembered was situated up on top of a high hill. There was a red dirt circle drive leading from the road to the house with another side drive off the circular one heading toward the back of the house. And trees, oaks, mimosas, pines--especially pines--all over the place. Behind the house, the woods claimed the land which rose above the hill our house stood.

Oh, the memories of wandering through those woods, exploring and allowing my imagination to run wild. I became Davy Crocket's woman or an indian maiden searching for lost treasure. My companion was an eighteen year old Chihuahua named Beulah. She belonged to my grandmother and when she passed away, my grandfather gave her to me. She was my sidekick. I'd climb the mimosas trees lining the side of the house and she'd sit on the ground, patiently waiting, watching in case she needed to catch me if I fell.

In this house, I discovered my love of reading. So many days I spent reading book after book. I read every Nancy Drew I could get my hands on. Also Trixie Belton. I have to admit, I preferred Trixie over Nancy. I suppose Trixie was more in my times than Nancy was but still I loved all their stories. The sparked my imagination.

The other thing I discovered while living in this house is I am sensitive to strange otherworldly happenings. Once while in my mom's bed, I experienced my first ghostly impression. I'd never in my young life felt such fear as I did that morning. It was raining outside, a dreary yuggy day. As I lay cuddled under my Mom's covers, I heard someone coming down the attic stairs which was right off the bedroom. The footsteps on the stairs became louder and louder. When they reached the bottom, the attic door slammed open.

Need I say I was scared shitless? I managed to build up enough courage to slip out of bed and cut through my bedroom to the den, heading for the kitchen. The house was built with the rooms in a circle pattern. You could go through the entire house by just walking from room to room, making a complete circle. In the kitchen, my Mom, older brother and sister sat laughing and talking at the table. I asked them if someone had just gone to the attic. No one had. So what had I experienced? I still believe to this day it was a spirit. Keep in mind the house was very old. Half the attic had been turned into living space. My playroom was up there. Yet, even after this experience, I still went up there, playing with my Barbies and other toys. I'd open the windows and the breeze would come in making the place so peaceful. I supposed I automatically knew whatever it was wouldn't hurt me.

I keep these memories close to my heart. Beulah is long gone, so are my Mom and Dad. I still have my sister and brother and my memories of happiness up on Cuff Hill.

Day 1 Down Memory Lane

This morning while sitting outside, enjoying the beautiful dew kissed landscape, memories of past flitted through my mind. The strongest was my favorite of any cars I've owned. Strange memory right? But still, everyone has a favorite, die-to-own car or truck. Mine was bought brand new by my parents in 1975. In 1981, they purchased a new car and 'sold' me their old car. I still smile about that car. When the time came and I had to sell it, my heart broke. Why? Because of the memories associated with it but also because I simply LOVED everything about it. What make and model, you ask?

Here's a picture. The color is wrong. Mine was a shining sexy Black! But the wheel covers are exactly the same.



The interior was wood grain and burgundy leather seats.

I'll never forget how good I felt behind the wheel. Never drove another car or truck that made me feel that way again. Strange though how some small thought will spring forth such good memories.

Does anyone else have a favorite vehicle from their past? Or even their present?