Mix flour, sugar, eggs, shortening, leavening, and chocolate
chips and you get cookies.
Whole-wheat flour, yeast, salt, butter makes into some dang
fine bread.
Get tagged by the First Look Challenge and receive an
official date for a book release and you get:
Talia has a secret, one that will
save her world and yet rip it apart. Only she can decide if the price is worth
it.
Scientist Talia Zaryn has always had visions of an alien invasion and of her
own death. She’s kept it a secret, hoping they are nothing more than childish
nightmares. But when her face in the mirror matches that of her dreams, she
fears the dreams are prophetic. Talia must prove that life exists beyond their
planet, Sendek; perhaps then people will prepare to fight.
Talia's work at the Space Exploration Foundation leaves no time for personal
relationships, but Major Landry Sutton isn’t looking for a friend. He is
looking for a traitor. His ability to sense emotions convinces him Talia is
that traitor until a touch sizzles between them. In an instant their minds are
connected and they can communicate telepathically. Just as the two begin to
trust each other, the invading force arrives.
Talia and Landry must uncover the secrets of Sendek’s past if they hope to
defeat these terrifying creatures. And Talia is the key—if only she can learn
to trust the magic coursing through her veins.
This is how it works; I searched my WIP for the word “look” and posted the scene that surrounds the first occurrence of “look”.
Since ‘look’ appears on the first page of Diamond Black, my
wip, and I've posted the first page several times, I went for another pop-up of
the word.
Even as I had moved, the figures of Marv and Rachael had
turned hazy. By my reckoning, they had some catching up to do and why stick
around with mortals if better company was available.
“So, is it there?” I said, gesturing to Thorne's cellphone. I didn't need his nod to tell me that it would be. Specters can be a pain but
they give in with the right carrot.
“Yep.” Thorne shoved his cell into his back pocket and
glanced up at the sky. “Hey. Looks like it could rain anytime.” He left me
standing alone by the bench and started down the sidewalk to his car in the
parking lot. People joined him running to their cars from the flashy red and
yellow hamburger dive. Fat drops splattered the pavement just as Thorne opened the
door of his dusty SUV. At least a good downpour would wash it off.
“Hey,” he said. “See you later then?”
“Yep. Good job today.”
“You got that right.”
A couple did a double take as they ran to their car
beyond Thorne. They looked at him then at the bench where I was standing.
“Who the hell was he talking to?” the older man said.
Just then, the skies opened up and all the rain ever
created fell. But none of it touched me.
“Beats me,” his companion said. “There’s no one there.”
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