Saturday, August 29, 2015

Story Saturdays

On Sale For 99 Cents: 

ME & TIMOTHY COOPER
*teenage romance
http://amzn.to/1HqU9eS

THE GIRL IN THE PINK BIKINI (The Coralee Chronicles) Book 1
*teenage romance
http://amzn.to/1B8FVYN

#1 New Release, Juvenile Fiction/Action Adventure
TAKE MY BREATH AWAY
*YA Romantic Suspense
http://amzn.to/1OTEvIE

FLIGHT RISK (The Italian Series) Book 1
*romantic suspense
http://amzn.to/1IQZZFt

IT DON'T RAIN IN TEXAS
*romantic comedy
http://amzn.to/1HjPmGU

TAKE MY BREATH AWAY
*YA Romantic Suspense
http://amzn.to/1OTEvIE

Preorder for September 5th:

FELICIA (Fabulous) Book 1
*teenage romance
http://amzn.to/1LeVBAa

New Release:

I have revised and updated an older novella, NOT DONE LIVING, and created a historical version as well. Both stories are on sale for 99cents. They are, in essence, the same storyline set in different eras. It was a fun project I may do again with other stories.


Off Site:

I had two fun interviews online this week. Visit Carol Moye's blog and read a bit about who I am and why I write.  Also, I had a nice chat with Sylvia Frances about my latest projects. Over on the GNFA blog, I discuss more about TAKE MY BREATH AWAY.

Writing News:

My primary web address is now www.feelgoodromance.com. Bookmark it and come back often to see what's for sale. You will also find all my book links there. Also, my Twitter name has changed to @SDWAuthor.

I am primarily working on the 4th book in The Billionaire Boys Club series, CRISTOBEL. I am hoping to finish and have it released in October. In this excerpt, Cristobel Wolfe, the younger brother of Paxton Wolfe (Book 3) meets a troubled young woman named Marina.

Excerpt:

Marina Allenoy was very pretty, slim, petite, with silky brown hair cut shoulder length. He’d seen pretty women before, of course, but none that he was attracted to quite so much, and he wondered how much of that was because of how fragile she seemed. She’d driven into the lot rather hasty, sliding to a frantic halt. That had brought him to the front where the next thing he noticed was her pale complexion and large fear-filled eyes.

Something was clearly wrong, but what, he’d yet to figure out. Perhaps, it was a simple as her not feeling well like she’d implied. She seemed guarded, too, but again, that could be because they didn’t know one another.

“Will you come?” he asked again. He wanted her to come. A smile on her face would change it completely and, the act of painting, provide a distraction to whatever bothered her.

“I … I will. When do you think … you’ll have it open?”

“It’ll be several weeks yet, but if you like I can call you.”

Her expression shaded, reluctance returning. He hurried to comfort her. “Or you can call me. Here …” He rose from the chair and wandered to the counter. Digging beneath it, he scrawled his number and extended it to her. “That’s my private number. Call it anytime.”

She folded her lip between her teeth, her hand never leaving her lap.

“Please.” He stretched it out further.

She accepted at last, curling the paper in her palm. Her face flushed, she rose. “I … should go. I was headed to the store, and at this rate, will never get there.”

He smiled and walked her to the door, holding it open for her to exit, then rushing past her, opened her car door as well.

She paused without sitting and turned. She said nothing, but it was more what she wanted to say, and that he read very well. A smile flickered and she dipped her gaze. He finally reversed. She was gone minutes later. Expelling a sigh, he returned inside, dejected.



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Suzanne D. Williams
Suzanne Williams Photography 
Florida, USA

Suzanne Williams is a native Floridian, wife, and mother, with a penchant for spelling anything, who happens to love photography.

Saturday, August 15, 2015

Story Saturdays

On Sale For 99 Cents: 

ME & TIMOTHY COOPER
*teenage romance
http://amzn.to/1HqU9eS

THE GIRL IN THE PINK BIKINI (The Coralee Chronicles) Book 1
*teenage romance
http://amzn.to/1B8FVYN

SECRET ADMIRER
*teenage romance
http://amzn.to/1Eg3Qpa

FLIGHT RISK (The Italian Series) Book 1
*romantic suspense
http://amzn.to/1IQZZFt

IT DON'T RAIN IN TEXAS
*romantic comedy
http://amzn.to/1HjPmGU

New Release:

TAKE MY BREATH AWAY
YA Romantic Suspense. Only 99 cents!
http://amzn.to/1OTEvIE

Off Site:

Visit Sylvia Frances blog and read what inspires me. Also, leave a comment to enter the giveaway!

Writing News:

I will be doing another email subscriber only giveaway in the near future. Tell your friends, have them subscribe, and look for the book information and the giveaway date within a short time.

I have finally taken the time to break the 3 books included in the ME & TIMOTHY COOPER paperback into 3 separate books. You will now be able to purchase the story that matches, I KISSED THE BOY NEXT DOOR and THE BEST WEEK OF MY LIFE as their own paperbacks. Look for the sale links under "Amazon" for each book on the blog's catalog page. Books should be online within a few days.

Today's excerpt is another portion from my new release, TAKE MY BREATH AWAY, now available for purchase. In this scene, Troy and Hannah have their first, somewhat unsettling, meeting.

Excerpt:
He was taller than she expected, once up close, perhaps six-foot-one or so, and imposing. She put that down to his apparent unhappiness and therefore, partially dreaded what she had to say.

“Troy Lansing. Maura said you wanted to speak with me?”

He talked deep, like he sang, harmonic, almost.

Hannah stood to her feet, her nerves taking hold. “Yeah … I’m sorry to tell you this, but I … I had an accident. Outside?” She paused to inhale.

Why did this boy make her so nervous?

“My tire blew, not sure why, but I … I lost control and ran into a green pickup?” This last bit squeaked out too high-pitched, and embarrassment swamped her. She could, at least, sound confident and mature, not like a fifteen-year-old.

“You hit my truck?” He scowled, thick brows forming a line.

Hannah gulped, her throat dry. “I … guess? I’m really sorry. My dad …”

He blew out a breath, waving one arm outward. “Great. That’s all I need … for some … tourist … to come prancing in here …”

“Tourist?” Her anger sparked. “I admit I’ve never been here before, but …”

“There you go then,” he said.



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Suzanne D. Williams
Suzanne Williams Photography 
Florida, USA

Suzanne Williams is a native Floridian, wife, and mother, with a penchant for spelling anything, who happens to love photography.

Sunday, August 9, 2015

Sunday Photographs

Water, water everywhere ... or so the poem goes. It rains, then rains, then rains again here. We are fortunate to not have to deal with flooding like some, but you do forget what the sun looks like.

My first offering is actually a video. A family of three Sandhill Cranes - Mom, Pop, and this year's Baby - were in the left-hand cowfield. A single bachelor male was in the field to the right. The two males were not getting along and so calling back and forth.




Enjoy the rest of the photos.

Nikon Image

Water Lily
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Phone Images

Cypress Vine
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Monarch Chrysallis
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Monarch Caterpillers
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Sunset
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Suzanne D. Williams
Suzanne Williams Photography 
Florida, USA

Suzanne Williams is a native Floridian, wife, and mother, with a penchant for spelling anything, who happens to love photography.

Saturday, August 1, 2015

Story Saturdays

On Sale For 99 Cents: 

THE GIRL IN THE PINK BIKINI (The Coralee Chronicles) Book 1
*teenage romance
http://amzn.to/1B8FVYN

SECRET ADMIRER
*teenage romance
http://amzn.to/1Eg3Qpa

PEEPING TOMBOY
*teenage romance
http://amzn.to/1JV7LfX

IT DON'T RAIN IN TEXAS
*romantic comedy
http://amzn.to/1HjPmGU

New Release:

RACIN' HEARTS (Rodeo Girl Series) Book 3
*teenage romance
http://amzn.to/1IZGQC4

*Look for this book at all the other standard sale sites within the next couple weeks.

Writing News:

Zip on over to the GNFA blog and check out my recent post, THINGS I LEARNED WRITING, and learn 3 good writing tips.

My upcoming novel, CLARA, has been put on hold. The storyline went south on me, so I'm rethinking things. As in all things writing, sometimes plots have to be reconsidered. I promise it'll come out the other end even better. I just can't say when that'll be.

I also have two YA series upcoming. Book 1 of both series is almost completed. 

I have an exciting book in the planning stages, JOE, Book 1 of a series. I won't say what the exact storyline is right now, but I will give you a look at the cover. This will be a new twist on an old tale.



Today's except is from my next book to be released a Young Adult Romantic Suspense, the first of that genre I've written. It is in the editing stages.

Blurb:
This time she felt it, the luxury of his voice suffusing her chest, and the sound combined with the warmth of his arms, the pointed pressure of his chin on the top of her head, served to romance her.

She’d fall hard and fast for him if she’d let it. But the pain of her mom’s betrayal and what still lay unsaid with her dad stopped her, and instead, she teetered on the edge, her mind warring with the daydream spun around her.

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Her mom and dad’s divorce, although it was years ago, still causes friction in nineteen-year-old Hannah Giselle’s life, friction she hopes two weeks alone with her dad in the northern California mountains will help begin to heal.

But her mom’s resentment seems to follow her there, taking a firm grip in the secrets which soon come to light. Her dad had a fiancĂ©e she knew nothing about, a lovely woman whose unresolved disappearance quickly turns her already troubled world upside down.

She finds comfort in the arms of handsome local, Troy Lansing. He’s stronger than he knows and, despite his personal doubts, the steady hand she needs. Especially when yet one more revelation tears her life apart.


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Suzanne D. Williams
Suzanne Williams Photography 
Florida, USA

Suzanne Williams is a native Floridian, wife, and mother, with a penchant for spelling anything, who happens to love photography.

Wednesday, July 22, 2015

I Am Me



I want to believe in something greater
        --but according to society, I can't.

I want to trust in someone stronger
        --but I'm told that doesn't exist. God is a myth.

I want to wake up knowing the Creator of the world made me exactly how He wanted
        --but, no, it isn't. Could be ... Maybe ... I can change myself at whim.

I'm taught tolerance
        --when that same tolerance goes against the very thing generations of my family believed.

The words spoken from my mother and father, two sets of grandparents, great-grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins. They taught me the power of worship, prayer on bended knee. That He always hears, always answers, always loves.

And I know it's true because I have felt His hand reach down and touch mine.

When I was at the bottom, He lifted me.
When I was confused about who I'd become, He taught me.

When I felt my daughter's life kicking in me, I had no doubt ... no doubt at all ... of who He is.

Still, they want to change me. They want me to become something I've never been. I must readjust, rethink, reform to their new rules.

But I submit that their words are opposite of His. That not everything goes, and some things are wrong. That there IS a line in the sand.

That the Truth is immoveable, unshakeable, unperturbed.
That God is more powerful than the men He created.
That He saw all this from the very beginning and knew ...

He KNEW ...

Exactly how it'd end.

That what I believe - in life, in hope, in forgiveness, in faith - isn't worth my compromise, and who I am today, who I need to be tomorrow, regardless of what anyone else has to say, more important than public opinion.

Because I am me.
And I am His.
And I won't change that.



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Suzanne D. Williams
Suzanne Williams Photography 
Florida, USA

Suzanne Williams is a native Floridian, wife, and mother, with a penchant for spelling anything, who happens to love photography.

Saturday, July 18, 2015

Story Saturdays

On Sale for 99 Cents:

THE GIRL IN THE PINK BIKINI (The Coralee Chronicles) Book 1
*Teen Romance
http://amzn.to/1B8FVYN

THAT LOVE YOUR NEIGHBOR THING
*Teen Romance
http://amzn.to/1ImUjPR

PEEPING TOMBOY
*Teen Romance
http://amzn.to/1JV7LfX

BLUSHED
www.TheEdge-Books.com
*Contemporary Romance
http://amzn.to/1ShsbFN

Now on audiobook:

A MIRACLE FOR MARI
www.TheEdge-Books.com
*Teen Romance

Available at Audible

Watch the blog for a way to win a FREE copy of this touching story.


On Sale for 99 cents 7/20-7/27/2015 ONLY:

SOAPED
*Contemporary Romance
http://amzn.to/1ShsVuF

This sale will not be repeated this year, so be sure to mark your calendars.




Also, don't forget to check out all the excerpts over at THE EDGE and enter to win a $20 Amazon gift card, plus a free THE EDGE book of your choice. www.TheEdge-Books.com


Now on Preorder (Available 7/31/2015):

RACIN' HEARTS (Rodeo Girl Series) Book 3
http://amzn.to/1IZGQC4

Blurb:

“Tell me I’m not crazy. That you feel this.”

Hollis coughed. “I feel it. But …”

Worry lines formed on her forehead. He tightened his grip on her fingers even further.

“But it’s so new,” he finished. “I don’t know what to do with it. It’s like I’m racin’ ahead, my heart in my hand, toward some unknown destination.”

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The oldest of three brothers, Hollis Kane has waited the longest to make something of his life. When a free opportunity to train at the McCallon Rodeo School is offered to him, he jumps at the chance. This is what he’s waited for, his moment to prove himself and finally become someone.

The presence of beautiful Sidney Thiessan seems to confirm his choice. Their natural attraction quickly forms a bond between them with the promise of more.

Except things are not as they seem, and the real story behind his invitation is built on a stack of lies requiring too high a cost. Especially when the new love of his life goes missing.

Book 3 of 3 in the Rodeo Girl Series by best-selling author, SUZANNE D. WILLIAMS.


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Suzanne D. Williams
Suzanne Williams Photography 
Florida, USA

Suzanne Williams is a native Floridian, wife, and mother, with a penchant for spelling anything, who happens to love photography.

Sunday, July 12, 2015

Sunday Photographs

The weather is h-o-t, with temperatures in the mid-90s every day. This causes it to rain a lot, which then prevents mowing the grass. (We have over an acre to mow.)

Additional confession, these photos were all with my cell phone. I haven't picked the Nikon up in two weeks. Sad! But the cell is easier to use and hooked to social networks, so I tend to not bother to go get the Nikon. Laziness.

If you'd like to see what else I post on a daily basis, then join me at Instagram. @scw1217

July 4th
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Nile Lily
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Wasp
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Sable Minor
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Four O'Clocks
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Georgia Grasshopper
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Grass
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Suzanne D. Williams
Suzanne Williams Photography 
Florida, USA

Suzanne Williams is a native Floridian, wife, and mother, with a penchant for spelling anything, who happens to love photography.

Saturday, July 4, 2015

Story Saturdays

First off, today, July 4th, only, both books in my series, The Sanders Family, are FREE. Be sure to download your copy! This is the last time this year these books will be free.

MISSING - http://amzn.to/1LeQOhx
FOUND - http://amzn.to/1JUX39o

99 cents sale:

SHE LOVES ME ANYWAY
*teen romance
http://amzn.to/1HohlaT

BLUSHED
www.theedge-books.com
*contemporary romance
http://amzn.to/1ShsbFN

WOLFE (Billionaire Boys Club) Book 3
*contemporary romance
http://amzn.to/1I7oDha

Available on Kindle Unlimited:

SOAPED
*contemporary romance
http://amzn.to/1ShsVuF

IMPERFECT COWBOY
www.theedge-books.com
*modern western
http://amzn.to/1G8n0yz

FOR ETERNITY (Time-Travel Romance) Book 1
*science fiction romance
http://amzn.to/1PyxykU

CROSSING ETERNITY (Time-Travel Romance) Book 2
*science fiction romance
http://amzn.to/1FpZ506

Also, MISSING and FOUND (links above).

New Releases:

IMPERFECT COWBOY (link above)

WINGS2 (Paranormal Romance) Book 2
*paranormal/fantasy teen romance
http://amzn.to/1Jcsb4P

Note:  With the exception of books listed as Kindle Unlimited, all of my books are available at other online sale websites. Visit the blog for links.

ENTER TO WIN THE SUMMER GIVEAWAY AT THE EDGE BOOKS.
Visit TheEdge-Books.com for details
$20 Amazon Gift Card and a FREE Edge book of your choice.


Today's excerpt comes from a Romantic Suspense entitled, REASON TO LIVE. Close friends, Brice Monahan and Christy Wasner are on a day trip mountain climbing in the New Mexican desert when they come across the body of a boy she recognizes.

I look forward to writing the end of this tale!

Excerpt:
Christy Wasner sailed down into the ravine, the sing of the rope, heat of the desert sun, and persistent ache in her muscles combining with a good dose of adrenaline to give her a head rush. Her head cast back, she glanced upward long enough to see the ever-shrinking face of her partner, climbing instructor, Brice Monahan.

She and Brice went back two years to a chance meeting at a coffee shop on Third Street. He was the buff dude about to burst the seams of his t-shirt, and her, the flirt, determined to get in his pants. Since then, he’d succeeded and she’d failed. He was glorious, too, minus the shirt, which he was all too willing to remove, but incredibly abstinent when it came to relationships, a fact that had, initially, made her question if he was gay.

He wasn’t.

Turning her gaze outward, she concentrated on her rate of speed, slowing toward the bottom to lessen the impact on her legs. Her feet on solid ground, she unclamped herself from the rope and reversed, looking up again to watch Brice descend.

Despite his lack of any interest in her as a bedmate, he’d proven to be a good friend and treated her like a lady, which she discovered was extremely rare. He’d also introduced her to mountain climbing. He always said she was a natural. She doubted that, adding the compliment to the list of others he regularly tossed her way. Maybe he wasn’t any good for angst release, but he built her ego.

He loomed into view, his well-cut chest and muscular arms becoming more impressive the closer he came. By the time he’d unhooked, she’d broken a sweat, one unrelated to the desert heat.

“Stop gawking,” he said. “You’ve seen it all before.”

“And I’m still impressed.”

Brice grinned, rolling up a length of rope in his right hand. “Here’s where you offer to feel me up before we go on.”

She laughed once. “I’m not sure which is larger, your self-image or mine.” Turning away from him, she scanned the shaded bottom of the ravine. “I’m glad you talked me into this. It’s lovely.”

The red rock walls and sprinkling of cactus and sage was simplistic beauty hiding foreboding dangers, rattlesnakes and scorpions, to name two, as well as dehydration, a perhaps greater threat.
She never tired of seeing the desert landscape though, but had resisted going quite as far as they had today, time and fear outweighing the effort.

“I was wrong,” she continued.

Brice cupped one hand over his ear. “What’s that? Did I hear …?”

She smiled at him. “I … was … wrong …” she repeated slowly. “Though … that rest you promised me sounds inviting.”

He inclined his head toward the left. “We’ll do that over there. I’m up for fifteen myself.”

Fifteen. She’d be lucky to get five. Brice was always pushing them forward. One mile wasn’t enough, they had to go two … or twelve. So what, the drop was two hundred feet, she was fully capable of doing it, he’d say.

Her shoes crunching over loose rock, Christy paced herself at his side, relieved to see a small stream not too far ahead. She shucked her pack, falling down on her knees to cup the water in her palm, but before she could bring it to her lips, Brice tapped her on the head.

“Don’t drink that.”

She let the water slid through her fingers. “Don’t? Why?”

“Because I’ll be scraping you off the ground,” he said, “and I know I’m tough, but toting you out of the ravine on my back isn’t my idea of fun.”

Christy fell onto her haunches. “But you said …”

“I said we’d rest, not drink the water.” Brice dropped his pack beside hers and took a seat on it. Unzipping one end, he pulled out a water bottle and handed it her way.

She took a long swig. In handing it back to him, she was overcome again by how great he was – tight abs, beefy thighs.

His sly grin returned.

“I know why you keep taking me out here,” she said in response, “because I’m such a sucker for your good looks.”

“It’s mutual,” he replied.

She started and must’ve showed her surprise clearly because he laughed. “You think I’m blind?”

“Well … no … but you made it clear you weren’t interested.”

His brow wrinkled. “Is that what you think? I never said I wasn’t interested. I said I wasn’t hopping in the sack, and I’m not. But I do have eyes, and we’ve spent how much time together?”

“A lot,” she replied, “but I figured … you know … we’re just friends, and I don’t want to mess that up.”

His expression was as serious as she’d ever seen him. Brice was, in general, very lighthearted. He enjoyed a good laugh, loved to dance, and was a good cook. She went to his place at least every other weekend for him to fix dinner. They’d gone out to several clubs he liked on many occasions, and she’d been considered his “date” by others in their group. But she’d never ranked herself any higher than a friend.

He reached out one hand and took hold of her chin. The calluses in his palm rasped hard on her skin, but she made no effort to dislodge him. He seemed to consider his next action, then dipped his head and kissed her. It was slight, the barest brush, but his breath was warm and moist, his mouth inviting.

He reversed, his brow drawing tight. “That tell you something?” he asked.

She nodded, her throat thick.

He held her there a moment longer then pushed to his feet. “I’m going to find a rock.” He was out of view seconds later.

She mashed two fingers to her lips, the saltiness of his skin finding the tip of her tongue. Restless, she rose, needing to soak in the moment, and followed the curve of the stream to where it rounded a boulder. One hand on the sun-warmed rock, she paused to check for snakes, and looking at the bottom where the rock met the soil, her gaze crossed an odd shape.

Her thoughts of Brice fell away as, with her fingertips, she dusted the sand from around the toe of what turned out to be a shoe. A shoe? Her eyes traveled upwards over undone laces to an ankle and a leg, the skin tinged blue. Stumbling backward, the heel of her hiking boot caught in the gravel, and she tumbled downward with a squeak.

Brice appeared out of nowhere, his sweaty, dark hair sticking up at odd angles. “What is it? You okay?”

Hands shaking, she pointed, quivering, at the boulder, and he crept ahead, coming to a halt at the exposed shoe.

“It’s a boy,” he said, “maybe fifteen.” His fingers curling into fists, he pressed closer and a tremor seemed to snake down his spine. “Christy … can you … come here?”

“Come … come there? I can’t. We … should go. Get help.”

“Please?” Brice pleaded, his voice desperate.

Worried, she pushed to her feet, brushing sand from her backside. She made no effort to move, however.

“Christy …” Brice called again. He sounded even worse now.

Her heart pounding, pulse swishing in her ears, she forced herself toward him one step at a time and rounding his side, spotted the boy’s face and knew instantly what was wrong.

“It’s Enrique,” she said.

Enrique Sandoval, the oldest son of her next-door neighbor.


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Suzanne D. Williams
Suzanne Williams Photography 
Florida, USA

Suzanne Williams is a native Floridian, wife, and mother, with a penchant for spelling anything, who happens to love photography.

Saturday, June 20, 2015

Sunday Photographs

The weather is HOT, in the 90s during the day, and rainy in the afternoons. The rain is good because this heat kills plant life within days.

Bit of a story with the hummingbird pic. My husband was walking past one of our flowerbeds and heard a buzzing noise. He looks down and finds this male ruby throat trapped in the leaves of an Iris. No reason for the bird to be there, except maybe he got in a fight with another hummer and was knocked there. They are fierce little birds and very territorial. In any case, he was released in good shape.

Enjoy!

Sunrise
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Hummingbird Rescue
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Rain Frog
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Suzanne D. Williams
Suzanne Williams Photography 
Florida, USA

Suzanne Williams is a native Floridian, wife, and mother, with a penchant for spelling anything, who happens to love photography.

Saturday, June 13, 2015

Story Saturdays

99 Cents Sales:

SHE LOVES ME ANYWAY
*teen romance
http://amzn.to/1HohlaT

PLAY IT FOR ME (The Italian Series) Book 5
*contemporary romance
http://amzn.to/1Shmc3M

BLUSHED
*contemporary romance
www.theedge-books.com
http://amzn.to/1ShsbFN

THE QUARTER
*southern historical romance
http://amzn.to/1PSaMPZ

99 Cent New Release:

WOLFE (Billionaire Boys Club) Book 3
*contemporary romance
Amazon

Scribd ($2.99)
ibooks ($2.99)

Look it for it at Barnes & Noble, KOBO, and Inktera in the next week. Also soon in paperback.

Now Available at Scribd for $2.99:

ATLAS (Billionaire Boys Club) Book 1
STEELE (Billionaire Boys Club) Book 2

These books will also be made available at ibooks and Inktera in the upcoming days.  Check the blog for sale links.

Available as Kindle Unlimited:

MISSING (The Sanders Family Series) Book 1
*historical fiction
http://amzn.to/1LeQOhx

FOUND (The Sanders Family Series) Book 2
*historical fiction
http://amzn.to/1JUX39o

FOR ETERNITY (Time-Travel Romance) Book 1
*science fiction
http://amzn.to/1PyxykU

CROSSING ETERNITY (Time-Travel Romance) Book 2
*science fiction
http://amzn.to/1FpZ506

SOAPED
*contemporary romance
http://amzn.to/1ShsVuF

What's on Tap:

Having finished writing Book 3 of the Billionaire Boys Club series, WOLFE, I've moved on to Book 3 of the Rodeo Girl series, RACIN' HEARTS. I plan to release this August 1st, unless there's an unforeseen delay. Look for it as a preorder in July. I am also closing in on the ending of WINGS2 (Paranormal Romance) Book 2. This will make up today's excerpt.

Angus Finlay has always had a rocky relationship with his stepdad. In book 2 of the WINGS series, three years have passed, his relationship with Sara has fallen apart, and Angus has a new girlfriend, not walking in the Light, who has no clue who he really is.

Excerpt:
From the window seat of the airplane, Angus had a good view of both the passengers and the early morning sky. However, his thoughts inward, his mind flew a thousand miles away to a small house and a family he’d spent two years with.

The Benedicts had been kind, taken him in when he had nowhere else to go, celebrated holidays, birthdays, together. They’d fed him, prayed with him and for him, and most of all, trusted him with their daughter. How young and stupid and green he’d been, thinking that life could go on pristine as it had … every morning a glorious display of the Creator’s awe-inspiring power, visions and dreams and, always, Sara knowing things no one else did.

Cindy’s gaze rested on him hard. One hand curved over his arm, her forehead drawn upward, worry sat heavy on her features. “You never mention home,” she said.

He sighed, long. They’d talked about many things since they’d started dating, most of them having to deal with her. That’d felt one-sided, but she hadn’t seemed to mind; and truth was, he’d preferred it. Last thing he’d wanted to explain was his convoluted past.

Only now, she’d agreed to come on what wouldn’t be an easy trip and he ought trust her a little more. His energy seemed to drain at the thought. “My dad died,” he said.

She pillowed her cheek on his arm. “How old were you?”

“Seven. But he’d left us long before then and married someone else.”

“Oh, that’s rough.”

It had been … then … but now it was strangely … normal. Lots of kids, he’d discovered, had broken homes. He couldn’t pity himself over that.

“My mom remarried. The guy’s a drunk.”

“And … and the cops say he killed her?” Hesitant, her voice quivered.

Angus directed his eyes to her face, apologetic. “I shouldn’t have asked you to do this, should handle it myself. I’m grateful you came.”

Cindy offered a hopeful smile. “I didn’t want you to go alone.”

He bit his lip, thoughts of Sara rising again. “I have to warn you … my old girlfriend …”

Cindy laughed once. “I can handle the ex.”

But, no, she couldn’t, and he’d be as good as flaunting their relationship in front of her, which would only make things hard for Sara. He paused.

Hard for Sara? Why was he concerned about that?

“Just thought I should put it out there. She’ll be around, not that she’ll say or do anything awful. That’s not her style. But she knows things …”

“All she needs to know is Angus Finlay is mine and we’ll be okay.”

But Angus didn’t know whose he was anymore. He used to. He’d belonged to the Creator, had His calling on his heart. He’d been baptized, heard angels singing, and witnessed the Power of the Resurrection shining all around him. He’d spoken to the Man, the Savior of the world, seen the holes in his hands. None of that had gone away though, had it? Surely, it still existed.

Yet the good he’d seen mingled now with the hatred of his stepdad, his new intimate relationship with Cindy, and the arguments he’d had with Sara.

Don’t quote Scriptures to me. I know what the Book says well enough.

Well enough? We’re to be filled continually.

There you go again. You use it like a weapon anymore. Wasn’t “you and me” supposed to teach you to submit?

She’d glared at him then, and he’d known the statement wasn’t fair. He shouldn’t use the Creator’s words as a weapon against her any more than she should. The Creator wasn’t the author of confusion or strife. (1Co 14:33)

“Tell me about your mom,” Cindy said.

Grateful for the distraction, Angus tried to relax. “She’s my biggest fan.” This brought a smile to his face, one tinged with sadness. “She always loved my dad.”

“You said she remarried.”

He nodded. “For security. She hated being alone. It was a mistake from the start, and as he got more abusive, I begged her to leave. She only stood up to him once.”

Once. But that hadn’t lasted. She’d meant well, but she’d given in, inch by inch. Exactly as he had. It was so much easier to give in than to stand strong, mostly because you didn’t see it coming. You bowed here, stooped a little over there, and before you knew it were way off track. Admitting it had come too hard and fixing his relationship with Sara, impossible.

Turning his gaze, he kissed Cindy tenderly then glanced out the window of the plane.

“We’ll get through this,” she said in his ear.

He didn’t look at her, couldn’t look at her, for the sudden vision of Sara staring him in the face.



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Suzanne D. Williams
Suzanne Williams Photography 
Florida, USA

Suzanne Williams is a native Floridian, wife, and mother, with a penchant for spelling anything, who happens to love photography.