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Something new, something old, something hidden…End of the Road @KMNbooks #8sunday #snippetsunday

Cecilia cleaned up the study her bereaved mother left in shambles. Her mother had been watching old films of her rock-star father who died 23 years ago. She stacked the films away in canisters, intent on putting them away in the walk-in closet but something else caught her eye. Now for the snippet.

This story is a WIP. The story is in the very early stages and has not been edited.

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Five guitars were situated on the floor of the closet, upright and leaning against the wall for support. On impulse, she reached for the candy-apple-red electric guitar with a skull painted on the base.

She could play the piano, but she never mastered the guitar, which now she regretted since Billy Pitts – who played the electric guitar for the Silent Plaids and was one of the best of the best – had offered to teach her, but she rebelled against the idea since it was her father's instrument of choice. It was a stupid rebellion against him for dying and leaving her as if he had a choice, but she had a stubborn streak and it plagued her more times than not; just another trait she inherited from her father or so her mother told her on many occasions.

Her fingers lightly caressed the skull painted white and black before she returned the instrument to it resting place, but it tilted and before she could right it once more, it fell against the guitar standing next to it, then the next went and the next as if the instruments were imitating the domino effect for her benefit. She cringed and hoped she hadn't caused any damage for her carelessness. She sat down on her knees to pick up the instruments and place them back in order. As she reached to place the last one down, her gaze caught sight of the floorboard in the corner sitting askew. It must have been why the guitar had fallen to the side when she'd put it down.

She reached for board and picked it up, intending set it straight, but her gaze landed on something hidden beneath the plank.

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Hmm...I wonder what she found.

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Unofficial Blurb for End of the Road

Lars Gunner, the frontman for Silent Plaids, died 23 years ago and is trapped in limbo until his daughter, Cecilia, unearths his journal and is able to see him. His death was ruled an unfortunate accident, but he's convinced it had to be murder despite the fact he can't recall what happened in his last moments of life. Cecilia seeks the help from Kaleb, a psychic, but as they resurrect the past, the secrets and lies surrounding Lar's rock and roll life just may be the death of them too.

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Ghost dad chats… End of the Road @KMNbooks #8sunday #snippetsunday

This story is a WIP. The story is in the very early stages and has not been edited. Did a few creative punctuation to end at a good spot. 🙂

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"Come on, Mom, you're tired," she said as she strode over to her mother and put an arm around her shoulder. "I was only three years old. Obviously, I had a vivid imagination."

Only five-foot-five in her bare feet, Cecilia towered her mother by four inches and that wasn't counting the boots she wore with the two-inch heels. Her mother raised her chin to peer at her. "It's why I locked you out of here," her mother told her and rested her hand on her arm. "You kept talking to him."

A cold chill brushed the back of her neck, but she managed to keep her voice calm. "It's okay, Mom," she said and ushered her toward the door, but at the archway, she couldn't help but glance over her shoulder at the roadie box half expecting Lars Gunner to be sitting on top of it. Of course, no ghost dad was to be seen.

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So was she really chatting it up with her dear ole ghost dad?

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Unofficial Blurb for End of the Road

Lars Gunner, the frontman for Silent Plaids, died 23 years ago and is trapped in limbo until his daughter, Cecilia, unearths his journal and is able to see him. His death was ruled an unfortunate accident, but he's convinced it had to be murder despite the fact he can't recall what happened in his last moments of life. Cecilia seeks the help from Kaleb, a psychic, but as they resurrect the past, the secrets and lies surrounding Lar's rock and roll life just may be the death of them too.

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Do you remember what you said? End of the Road @KMNbooks #8sunday #snippetsunday

About this snippet: Chapter One (Don't Fear) The Reaper Snippet 8.  Last week snippet is here.

Lars Gunner, rock star, and Cecilia's father died 23 years ago. Her mother has never gotten over losing him. They're in Lar's study that is more like a shrine filled with items he owned in life. Phoebe (Cecilia's mother is speaking first). This is Cecilia's POV.

This story is a WIP. The story is in the very early stages and has not been edited. Did a few creative puctuation to end at a good spot. 🙂

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She moved from her grip and walked over to the black road case, which had wheels and a handle to make transporting equipment, music sheets, and other such items from place to place that much easier. Her father had taken this one with him on the road since his first concert when singing for his supper hadn't been a joke but a reality to when the band had finally made it big and gourmet banquets were set out for them as if they were kings. It was like having a lucky sock or coin, but his lucky item just happened to be a beat up old roadie box. Her mother had one too, but hers had been custom made with leopard fur and rhinestones.

Her mother's hand slid over the black box, pausing over the dent in one corner as if that particular dent held a fond memory. "Right after your father died, you would come in here and stare at this beat up old thing and I would ask you what you were doing," she said and glanced over her shoulder at her. "Do you remember what you said?"

She shook her head.

"You would say: Daddy's playing his guitar and singing to me." Her mother pulled her wrap closer around her as if for warmth and said, "You were always his little girl and even in death, you loved him more than me."

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Unofficial Blurb for End of the Road

Lars Gunner, the frontman for Silent Plaids, died 23 years ago and is trapped in limbo until his daughter, Cecilia, unearths his journal and is able to see him. His death was ruled an unfortunate accident, but he's convinced it had to be murder despite the fact he can't recall what happened in his last moments of life. Cecilia seeks the help from Kaleb, a psychic, but as they resurrect the past, the secrets and lies surrounding Lar's rock and roll life just may be the death of them too.

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“He’s here, you know”, she whispered… End of the Road @KMNbooks #8sunday #snippetsunday

About this snippet: Chapter One (Don't Fear) The Reaper Snippet 7.  Last week snippet is here.

Cecilia found her mother watching films of her father who died 23 years ago. It's around the anniversary of his death and it always triggers her mother's annual drinking binge.

This story is a WIP. The story is in the very early stages and has not been edited. Did a few creative puctuation to end at a good spot. 🙂

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"I was watching films of your father," her mother said as if she didn't already know this. "He was so damn handsome," her mother added as she reached out her hand and tucked a long strand of hair behind Cecilia's ear. Her mother's fingers were cold to the touch when she cupped her face. "You look so much like him," she said and her voice choked on those words and tears fell, leaving streaks on her cheeks.

She'd heard this a million times how much she looked like her father and she sometimes wondered if that was why her mother had sent her away to boarding school; she couldn't look at her without remembering her long dead husband.

She took her mother's hand and lowered it and said, "Let's draw you a bath and once you're all cleaned up, I'll tuck you into bed."

Her mother nodded, obviously too tired to argue with her, which proved a blessing in disguise. "He's here, you know," she whispered as she helped her mother to her feet and couldn't help but notice her breath smelled like an ashtray.

"Who's here?" she asked.

"Your father," she told her and glanced around the room as if Lars Gunner would manifest to prove her point.

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Unofficial Blurb for End of the Road

Lars Gunner, the frontman for Silent Plaids, died 23 years ago and is trapped in limbo until his daughter, Cecilia, unearths his journal and is able to see him. His death was ruled an unfortunate accident, but he's convinced it had to be murder despite the fact he can't recall what happened in his last moments of life. Cecilia seeks the help from Kaleb, a psychic, but as they resurrect the past, the secrets and lies surrounding Lar's rock and roll life just may be the death of them too.

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Spawn of the Nordic God… End of the Road @KMNbooks #8sunday #snippetsunday

About this snippet: Chapter One (Don't Fear) The Reaper Snippet 4  Last week snippet is here.

Cecilia finds her mother at home sitting in the study, a shrine of sorts to her father who died 23 years ago.

This story is a WIP. The story is in the very early stages and has not been edited.

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Her mother gripped a bottle of whiskey in her hand as if it were a lifeline to the here and now. Her mother was only forty-six, looked older without her stage makeup, but she still kept her figure, most likely because she'd forgotten to eat half the time she was on tour. She may be mom to her, but the world knew her as Phoebe Keddie of the Feral Hearts with golden blonde hair, gray eyes, and a curvy firm body that knew how to move in a way that hypnotized and fascinated the audience into dreaming of sex on the long summer nights–or so the reporters liked to say about her. Wonder what they say if they saw her tonight.

The clicking hum of the projector playing behind her mother drew her interest, and she took a few steps into the room to glance at the white wall where her mother's gaze seemed to be fixated and then she realized why there was such a fascination. Her father had recorded all of the band's rehearsals, and apparently, they still had the old reels stored somewhere since one of the rehearsals was being projected on the wall.

She never really knew her father, Lars Gunner, frontman for the Silent Plaids, since he died when she was three years old, but she'd seen plenty photos since the media liked to keep his image alive with videos of his performances and his photographs plastered on the Internet. Lars could almost be called pretty with his Nordic good looks and wide blue eyes, but his five o'clock shadow and longish blonde locks gave him the edge he needed for his rock star image. She was blessed or cursed, depending if they'd ask her, with looking like him–long straight blonde hair, wide blue eyes...yep, she could not deny she was the spawn of the late Nordic god whose songs had rocked the world in the early 90s.

Truthfully, she never cared for the Silent Plaids' music, and if she were to listen to the oldies but goodies, she went for a Civilized Heathens' CD because let's face it, Bellamy Lovel was a babe back then and his curly dark hair was to die for, but most of all his voice and the way he moved was every woman's rock star dream.

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Unofficial Blurb for End of the Road

Lars Gunner, the frontman for Silent Plaids, died 23 years ago and is trapped in limbo until his daughter, Cecilia, unearths his journal and is able to see him. His death was ruled an unfortunate accident, but he's convinced it had to be murder despite the fact he can't recall what happened in his last moments of life. Cecilia seeks the help from Kaleb, a psychic, but as they resurrect the past, the secrets and lies surrounding Lar's rock and roll life just may be the death of them too.

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Mother of the year, she is not… End of the Road @KMNbooks #8sunday #snippetsunday

Welcome to Snippet Sunday! This is a snippet from End of the Road, a WIP ghost story/rock star/mystery romance.

About this snippet: Chapter One (Don't Fear) The Reaper Snippet 3  Last week snippet is here.

Cecilia has been trying to reach her mother. She heads over to her mother's house to check on her.

This story is a WIP. The story is in the very early stages and has not been edited.

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She reached for the light switch and instantly chased the shadows away. "Mom?" she called and her voice echoed off the walls, making the house feel empty and lonely as usual.

She placed her purse and keys on the Mahogany table at the entrance and headed toward the stairs, her boots clicking on the black and white tiled floor as she went. At the foot of the long winding staircase, where she could see the dark landing at the top from where she stood, but she changed directions when she realized where her mother would be. As she neared the study that stood at the end of hall, and right across from the kitchen, she recognized the low and raspy voice belting out the lyrics to the edgy rock and roll ballad.

The door stood ajar, which surprised her since her mother kept the study, a shrine to her father, locked at all times whether she was inside or not. Cecilia usually had to pound on the door to rouse her mother from a drunken state to answer it. Her gaze shifted and she found the reason for the change of habit this year; the doorknob was broken, and the weapon of choice a hammer, which lay on the floor imitating a door jam. Her mother must have lost the key and had to improvise.

Cecilia entered as far as the threshold and spotted her mother slouched on the leather couch wearing a pink nightie that barely covered her to make it decent attire and her golden blonde hair appeared unwashed in its disarray of a half-hazard bun of sorts.

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Unofficial Blurb for End of the Road

Lars Gunner, the frontman for Silent Plaids, died 23 years ago and is trapped in limbo until his daughter, Cecilia, unearths his journal and is able to see him. His death was ruled an unfortunate accident, but he's convinced it had to be murder despite the fact he can't recall what happened in his last moments of life. Cecilia seeks the help from Kaleb, a psychic, but as they resurrect the past, the secrets and lies surrounding Lar's rock and roll life just may be the death of them too.

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Hugs and Kisses from mama were never expected… END OF THE ROAD #8sunday #snippetsunday #ghosts

Welcome to Snippet Sunday! This is a snippet from End of the Road, a WIP ghost story/rock star/myster romance.

LOOKING FOR the last SNIPPET of Two Worlds Collided posted? Here you go: Chapter Three: Snippet #3

About this snippet: Chapter One (Don't Fear) The Reaper

This is the first few paragraphs of the book. Does it grab you enough to want to read more?

Remember this is in the very early stages and has not been edited.

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Cecilia Gunner tried her phone again. Her relationship with her mother had never been warm and cozy. Her rock star mother preferred the limelight and didn't have time for her only child, but it didn't mean Cecilia didn't care about the woman. Besides, hugs and kisses from mama were never expected and she survived just fine.

At twenty-six, single and loving it, she'd graduated from college with honors, had her Esthetician license. She opened her makeup artistry studio, Radiant, last year. She had her Airbrush Tanning and Makeup Artist through Dinair in Hollywood and her clientele included hundreds of brides, celebrities, news anchors, socialites, and models.

The backstage of the music business is all she wanted to see, and for the most part, she managed to stay away from the rock 'n' roll scene that had devoured any sanity from both of her parents. Partying all night where booze and drugs were the hosts, had never been something she craved. When the clock struck twelve the magic didn't leave behind hope in the form of a glass slipper; instead, it left broken dreams and sometimes death.

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Author's Roast and Toast:  Oliver has brought Tuscany to us with Italian dining, drinks and dessert! And of course there's a giveaway. Can't have a party without prizes?  Come join in on the silliness and nonsense at:  http:// authorroastandtoast.blogspot. com/

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Six Sentence Sunday: The Spirit of Love #10

It's Six Sentence Sunday and This is the 10th snippet from The Spirit of Love.
If this is your first SSS, here's a quick update: Brynna and Travis lost their son (Jake) due to a tragic bicycle accident. Instead of turning to each other they drifted apart. However, they own a Ghost Hunting business and they were scheduled for a night at the Queen Mary. This is the first time they have seen each other in months. In this scene: It takes place a few paragraphs after Snippet 9 left off. Here's  Snippet 7  And Snippet 8.

In this scene: Brynna tells Travis that she knew he was slipping away but she didn't have the energy to change the destructive path they were on. She missed Jake so much and the weight of the grief was drowning her. It hurt to relive the horror of their loss.

Travis then asks her if she blamed him for Jake's death since he bought their son the bike. She tells him no and wonders if he blames her for giving Jake permission to ride it that day. Travis is speaking first and reveals he does not blame her for Jake's death either.

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Now for the six:

He looked at her now. “I wanted to hold you and tell you everything would be all right, but in my heart I knew nothing would ever be all right again. I couldn’t fix this. I couldn’t bring our little boy back.”

Brynna blinked back tears. “What happened to us, Travis? When Jake was hit by the car, what we had as a family died with him.”

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Six Sentence Sunday: The Spirit of Love #9

It's Six Sentence Sunday and This is the 9th snippet from The Spirit of Love.

If this is your first SSS, here's a quick update: Brynna and Travis lost their son (Jake) due to a tragic accident. Instead of turning to each other they drifted apart. However, they own a Ghost Hunting business and they were scheduled for a night at the Queen Mary. This is the first time they have seen each other in months. In this scene: It takes place a few paragraphs after Snippet 8 left off. Here's  Snippet 7 too.

Brynna just asked Travis if he loved her so much how could he have cheated on her?

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Now for the six: (Travis is speaking.)

“You shut me out, but I take full responsibility for my stupidity. That night I drank myself into oblivion thinking it would ease my pain, but in the light of day, it had only escalated the problem. It doesn’t change anything, I know, but I don’t remember being with Tanya. I never wanted her.” He shifted the camera to his other arm, sliding the strap high on his shoulder. “I wanted you, Brynna.”

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The sincerity of his words breaks Brynna's heart. She knows what he says is true. For months, she pushed him away, but hearing the facts doesn't make the reality of his betrayal hurt any less. Unfortunately, love does not solve everything. You can love someone and still disappoint them.

Have you ever been in a relationship where you both disappointed the other in some way?  Were you able to work out your problems and forgive each other or did the relationship end?

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Come by next week for the next six sentences! There's only a few more of these left. It all ends at the end of this month. 🙁 I just found out it doesn't have to end. Thanks JM. Here's the link to sign up for SSS in Feb. http://www.skyewarren.com/six/

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