I finally got inspired...or unblocked...or whatever you want to call it. I managed to eke out a whole chapter for a new book last night! I typed the first chapter for The Magick Christmas Quilt and for those who love the holidays and love a bit of magick, you are going to love this one! I don't want to tell you a whole lot about it yet, but watch my blog right here for some sneak previews.
Speaking of sneak previews...I thought I would share a little bit of my newest release...Third Time Lucky...you can get it now on all your favorite eBook retailer sites!

WARNING-Sexually Explicit

It was dark along the cobblestone street save for the flicker of lanterns outside the meeting house as Thomas stepped outside away from the discussion of the certain battles which would be fought in this new land. The British just would not let things go, leaving the new settlers to go about their own business away from the tyranny of the King. But they would be prepared to fight to the death so as to break the ties with the old country.
He had received her note, discreetly slipped to him by one of the wenches serving them food and drink inside the stone building where they were meeting. She knew he would be there because most of the more prominent men gathered each Saturday night. Including her husband. The jowly fat excuse for a man spent more time flapping his jaws and Thomas doubted when the time came, the fat bastard would do much more than hide from the British soldiers.
The beautiful and seductive Margaret was too good for George Montgomery. At least twenty-five years younger than her husband with peaches and cream skin and deep green eyes, her auburn hair generally piled high upon her head except for the few times he had been able to see it spread out and tumbling about her naked shoulders. He thought of the way her Irish lilt murmured his name and felt his manhood respond beneath his breaches.
His own wife was a prude. A shrew. Bound to her by the agreement he had made with her father before they left Salem. There had been several uprisings by the natives and her father feared for her safety. In the beginning, when they were courting the proper way, she had been lively and more flirtatious than her father’s Puritan ways permitted. Back then, he had been fond of her. Even liked her. But since coming to Virginia after their swift marriage, she had changed.
Thomas had to admit, the night he had taken her virginity had not been pleasant for her and she spent the next few days crying in their bed chamber. However, the second time was no better and she just lay beneath him like a corpse while he satisfied himself. Then a few months later she began to become ill every time she ate, and a neighbor woman pronounced she was with child. The child came early and did not survive. Sarah became a shell of the woman she had been back in Salem and if not for his agreement with her father, he would have sent her home to be with her family.
The night still was broken by a low whistle. It was her. Margaret who preferred he call her Maggie. He listened for the sound again and turned toward it when it came. Thomas caught glimpse of movement in the shadows between two buildings across from where he stood. Heard the whistle again and saw the shimmer of light upon her green brocade skirts. Skirts which hid the slender legs and miniscule waist and the place of sweetness where he was going to bury himself as soon as they slipped away to someplace private where they wouldn’t be seen.
He glanced back at the meeting house to make sure nobody had followed him outside. Not a soul stood in the shadows of the flickering lights and he breathed a sigh of relief. Thomas stepped cautiously to avoid any horse dung which might be left in the street and made his way toward the space between the two buildings across from him. Where Maggie waited with her sweet secret tucked between her legs.
When he reached her, he pulled her to him roughly for a lingering kiss which would let her know what was to come. Her lips tasted subtly of something sweet and fruity. Apples and cinnamon. Her skin smelled like the heady fragrance of the roses which grew in the garden behind his home during the hot summer months. Her body was warm and lithe as she wound herself around him as much as her layers of skirts would allow.
Disengaging from her embrace, he took her arm and tugged her farther from the street. “Come along, we don’t want to chance one of the men coming outside for a breath of air and happen across us.”
“Aye. That would be a problem now, wouldn’t it?” She laughed and it was musical, not like the immature giggles of other women he had known. “How much time do we have together? I’ve been waiting here for quite a bit now. Surely, the men are not going to be meeting all night?”
He wished he could just take her to an inn and spend an entire night ravishing her body. But there were too many eyes around town, and they would be found out for sure. Then he would likely be challenged to a duel by her fat bastard of a husband and they would both be banished from town once he shot him square between the eyes. There was too much for both them to lose.
“We might have but an hour at the most, but not more. They were starting to wrap things up when I got your note and I had to wait long enough to be discreet before I slipped away.” He continued to tug her along with him deeper into the darkness between the buildings. He lifted a finger to his lips. “Let me cross over there then you wait a moment before joining me.” Thomas motioned toward the space between a livery stable and a house that was currently empty as the owners had packed up a month before to sail back to England.
She nodded and reached out to touch the front of his breaches. “I’ve been waiting for tonight a long time.”
Thomas chuckled, it had only been a few days since he had found her gathering wildflowers in the meadow outside of town and taken her there in the high grass beneath the bright spring sunlight. A risky proposition it had been too, as at any time a group of riders could have come through on their way into or out of Alexandria which was the center of most of the trade in Virginia. “How quickly you forget our rendezvous in the meadow. ‘Twas just the other day.”
Maggie sighed. “Thomas, don’t you know by now I just cannot get enough of you?”
He fingered her breasts through her gown and brushed her lips. “I’m going now. You wait for a moment, then come join me and have me you shall.” He didn’t miss the shiver of excitement which rippled through her at his touch.
Despite her spunk, she followed his instructions trusting him to keep their secret trysts away from detection. He leaned against the stone wall of the house and waited in the shadows for her to make her way to him. Her voluminous skirts rustled as she slipped her way quietly to his side. In his mind, he was already undressing her. Peeling away those skirts and slipping her pantaloons down her slender legs to reveal the sweet mound of flesh between them. His manhood was rock hard, and he shifted in his breaches for some relief. But relief wouldn’t come until he was buried to the hilt inside her hot, tight wetness.
“I think I shall have you right here.”

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Hello everyone! I don't have a lot to chat about tonight, but I'm going to give it a shot. The weather here is looking more and more like fall, which is my favorite time of the year. There's fog hovering across the horizon in the mornings when I head to work, the deer are starting to run across the fields...and the roads, the corn is finally getting tall, and I thought I even saw a touch of color to some of the leaves. 
I'm still struggling with writer's block...yes, I'm going to admit it...my usual mind full of ideas is drawing a big old blank. I can't remember a time since I started writing when I didn't have a plethora of ideas floating about in the recesses of my imagination. But, I guess it happens to every writer every now and then.
I hung out with my amazing group of writer friends for a cookout on Sunday in hopes I'd get some inspiration. But our time was cut short due to a wall of storms that had my weather hound, Katie, hiding in the closet for hours. The big girl is a big ninny when it comes to storms and the slightest bit of change in the atmosphere sends her with her tail tucked to her safe place in the corner of my bedroom closet. Which is where she was when I got home on Sunday night.
I did pull out a couple of cross stitch kits and take a jab at the fabric for a little bit over the weekend, but even craft projects can't keep my attention. One of these days, I'm going to get super motivated and finish up the endless projects I've started and not finished. 
Speaking of finished, my barn quilt is done and ready to pick up and I'm so excited to get the siding put on the house so I can hang it in its designated place on the front of the house. Who said barn quilts were just for barns? It just seems the bare place on the front of my house is crying out to be adorned. I just have to figure out a way to get it home. I guess I'm going to measure the back of my Renegade and see if I can fit it back there. I mean, I DID get a full sized bed in a box back there to take up to the lake earlier in the season. So, all I need is room for a 4x4 barn quilt.
The lake isn't really holding any appeal to me right now either. I suppose I better set aside some time to go up and clean out the freezer and fridge and get ready to close it up for the season. Maybe Labor Day weekend that can be my project. It has to be. I only wish I'd have had more time to go up this summer and enjoy the beauty of a lakeside sunset and drinks on the deck by the fire pit. 
I have some traveling this fall...I'm going to take a class on the history of modern spiritualism at the onset of Labor Day weekend, I have Indies in Indy on September 14, a trip to our corporate office September 16-19, Spirit Fest the 21st and 22nd, then I have a few weeks to buckle down and get some household projects done before my trip to beautiful Estes Park, Colorado and the famed Stanley Hotel for my final book signing of 2019. I'm hoping I run into a couple ghosts while I'm there...who said dead men tell no tales? I'm hoping a ghost or two gives me some story ideas to keep me writing through the winter.
Not a lot of canning to do this year since the garden went in late and only a few tomato plants and cucumber plants survived the late start and all the rain we got. But I will be able to get enough pickles to can some bread and butter pickles and enough tomatoes for a nice batch of spaghetti sauce. I guess I could go to the farmer's market and pick up some cabbage for sauerkraut, some green beans to replenish my dwindling supply, and even some corn on the cob to make corn relish and still have some left to freeze for winter meals.
I'm still sporadically doing the Keto thing. When I say sporadic, I mean VERY sporadic. I have tended to get pretty "hangry" around 11 am every day and by the time I get out to get something to eat, I'm usually to the point I'm craving something other than low carb/high fat/high protein food. In the shape of a greasy burger with cheese and fries. Not that I've got a lot of weight still left to lose...and I've been maintaining the weight I lost...but when I was eating Keto I felt 100 percent better than I do when I stuff my pie hole full of carbs.
I hope you are all enjoying your last remnants of a very short summer and are looking forward to the smells and colors of autumn. You know...apples, pumpkin spice, cinnamon, leaves littering the ground, Halloween around the corner with Thanksgiving and Christmas not too far behind. I'm not overly excited about the holidays, but I am holding out hope that this year will be more like holidays past and I end up with a houseful of family and close friends and get to do a lot of cooking and baking to feed the people I love.
Until next time...Teresa is signing out...have a great week!

Good grief...I'm at a loss for ideas at the moment. A lull in my creative imagination. Here I am between books and I really need to get started on my next project and have no idea where to start. This isn't like me. I usually have at least a half dozen stories running around in this little brain of mine. Not right now, though.

I'm settled into my new day job and loving it. The necessary things at the lake are done for now. I'm in the midst of doing some landscaping here at the house but by the time I get home in the evening, I don't have enough time or energy to complete a whole project. So, I'm going to save the landscaping for this weekend. I picked up some craft kits at JoAnn Fabric two weeks ago and have started a cross stitch, but summer just doesn't seem like the right time to sit around and do craft projects. I have a bad case of the doldrums I think!

Speaking of landscaping...I did make a pretty cool purchase this week. I've ordered a barn quilt for the front of my house! It's a sunflower pattern and will look fantastic once the siding is complete! It was special order and I cannot wait to go pick it up in a few weeks once it is finished! I'll be sure to share it once I get it!

I guess I could pick up one of the books on my TBR stack and see if reading someone else's work sparks my imagination. I have plenty of those. And it's been a long time since I've read anything of substance. It would be better than sitting here on the sofa playing mindless games on my phone or watching my Twitter feed for interesting tidbits.

Bottom line is, I have a goal to complete one short story, one novella, and one full-length holiday romance before the end of the year. Maybe I should start small with the short story--which is technically due by August 15th--for the anthology which proceeds will go to benefit homeless veterans. I know at least one of my very talented author friends has completed hers. I'm falling behind. Sigh.

I'm not one to believe too much in writer's block...so I have no idea what it is to call this mood I'm in...or not in. I just know I need to pull myself up by the bootstraps and dig in by the first of next week. But what shall I write?

Enough of that. Enough of the pity party. In the famous words of my favorite author Nora Roberts..."just f---ing write". Easier said than done!

So...here's an idea...for the short story...
Heroine lives in the middle of the desert in an oasis-like spot where she runs a café and shop for people passing through. But who is she and why is she there? Along comes a hero biker...but what is he rescuing her from? How much heat between the two? How erotic should the loves scenes be? 

And for the novella...which is already partially complete...
Heroine moves to New Orleans to get away from an abusive ex-boyfriend. Rents an apartment off a flamboyant older woman who she becomes fast friends with. Discovers some memorabilia from the 1800s in her attic...hears mysterious music in the middle of the night...finds a trunk belonging to a young woman from early days. In it is a photograph of a young man in a Confederate uniform. And while she's working at a local coffee shop, she runs headlong into a man who looks strikingly like the man in the picture.

And for the holiday romance...The Magick Quilt...
A distant great aunt bequeaths a mysterious hand-patched quilt to her single niece. The quilt is said to have magickal powers and will bring forth the owner's true love. Niece scoffs at the idea, but puts the beautiful piece of work on her bed. And along comes the man of her dreams.

I'm looking for feedback if anyone cares to give it...do any or all of these strike your interest? 

On my agenda for 2020 besides Wild Deadwood Reads is the fourth in my Possum Creek series. Join me as I match young veterinarian Ellie up with a difficult dog breeder. Make the return to Possum Creek, TN where the men are hot and the women are spunky.

Okay...I have a pacing dog which means she is either ready to go to bed...go outside...or there's a storm brewing about an hour away...I think it's probably the outside thing! Thanks for dropping in and if you care to send some motivation my way...please feel free to do so!

​Have a great first week of August!!