Hudson here, Elizabeth's social media guy. I can vouch for how hard publishing can be. After all, I have to organize all the social media and keep the PR guys in line. There's never a dull moment around here, I can tell you that! Sometimes it's ruff, but I love a good tail, so keep on reading!

​Purpose: To share and encourage. Writers can express doubts and concerns without fear of appearing foolish or weak. Those who have been through the fire can offer assistance and guidance. It’s a safe haven for insecure writers of all kinds!
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Every month, we announce a question that members can answer in their IWSG post. These questions may prompt you to share advice, insight, a personal experience or story. Include your answer to the question in your IWSG post or let it inspire your post if you are struggling with something to say. 

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November 1 question - Win or not, do you usually finish your NaNo project? Have any of them gone on to be published?
The awesome co-hosts for the November 1 posting of the IWSG are Tonja Drecker, Diane Burton, MJ Fifield, andRebecca Douglass!

Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors, the weekly hop for everyone who loves to write! Sign up below with your name, blog and email and share an 8 to 10 sentence snippet of your writing on Sunday. Your post needs to be live between 12:00 noon on Saturday 10/28/17 and 09:00 AM on Sunday 10/29/17. Visit the other participants on the list and read, critique and comment on their 8sunday posts.
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He hurried back and began wrapping the cord around Lydia’s right forearm, binding it to the chair.
“Wait, what do you think you’re doing?” Tessa cried out.
Sabina grabbed his sleeve and cried, “Let her go!”
He jerked away and snapped, “It’s not me that’s got her!”
They both stepped back in surprise as the chair suddenly levitated four feet into the air, with Lydia now out of Tessa’s reach.

 I hope you enjoyed the snippet from this scary story! I love Halloween, personally (who wouldn't like extra treats?), and I especially like my friend "Fang" even though Elizabeth said his howls are battery operated and there aren't any real live dogs that have only bones and no skin or fur (What she doesn't know won't hurt her, I guess).  Be sure to visit all the other #WeekendWritingWarriors and #SnippetSunday authors for more great reads! And join the blog hop/sign up for prizes below!

Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors, the weekly hop for everyone who loves to write! Sign up below with your name, blog and email and share an 8 to 10 sentence snippet of your writing on Sunday. Your post needs to be live between 12:00 noon on Saturday 07/29/17 and 09:00 AM on Sunday 07/30/17. Visit the other participants on the list and read, critique and comment on their 8sunday posts.

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Jumping ahead a little, I am still sharing from my short horror story, Shadow Walkers. Sabina, Tessa and Lydia are escaping the catacombs, and the vile monsters (aka jinn) who held Lydia captive.

The floor within the narrow hallway had neatly paved travertine floors and brick walls. Their escort didn’t pause to speak to the men who had obviously been waiting should he need assistance, but instead led them through a labyrinth of hallways, twice requiring them to go through locked doors and once up a flight of stairs. They had gone from rough stone to marble and now they were in a polished black and white marble-tiled hallway with a plush red and gold-bordered carpet runner that muffled the sound of their footsteps, the only noise the group had made since first entering the mysterious bowels of the Vatican.

He paused before a red door and when he pulled it open, Sabina was shocked to see an elevator. The group entered and rode upward, still silent, and still tense. When the cables stilled, they stepped out and followed the priest across the hall. This time when he opened a set of double doors, he stepped aside and said, “Please feel free to get cleaned up. I will have some refreshments and fresh clothing sent up at once. Father Benjamin will be with you as soon as we can get word to him. In the meantime, you are safe here.”

​Before Sabina could reply, he spun on his heels and was on his way back to the elevator, a cell phone to his ear.

Last week I shared from my WIP, The Tree of Life. Rio just arrived in Sedona and is speaking with his sister, Seraphina.

        She reached for the talisman around his neck and said, “Luck? No, brother, not luck. You are protected by love, the most powerful shield of all.”
         He grinned down at her. “No one can ever take that away from us.  Speaking of love, how’s father?”
         “Worried about you, of course.”
        “Let’s go. I have some explaining to do.”  He wasn’t looking forward to that, either. His father was less likely to overlook his interaction with Queen Isis after he had already escaped from the Vargas clan once. Following his sister, he stepped into the elevator.

I hope you enjoyed the snippet I posted for Elizabeth. She said I won't be able to post next week because we'll all be too busy with the Tucson Festival of Books and house guests, which I hope means extra treats! Be sure to visit the other Weekend Writing Warriors and Snippet Sunday authors for more fun reads! 

Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors, the weekly hop for everyone who loves to write! Sign up below with your name, blog and email and share an 8 to 10 sentence snippet of your writing on Sunday. Your post needs to be live between 12:00 noon on Saturday 02/25/17 and 09:00 AM on Sunday 02/26/17. Visit the other participants on the list and read, critique and comment on their 8sunday posts.

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I'm sharing from my WIP again, Book II of my Illuminati Series, The Tree of Life. The Vargas family has sent Luc and Kirin to meet with the "Shapeshifter" faction, in Sedona AZ, their stronghold. Rio's sister, Seraphina, knows of it before he does, because he has just arrived in Sedona.

            “You’ve had a vision. Tell me.” He knew what she was going to say and he dreaded it. His coming here may have been a mistake. Should he leave? Was he putting them all in danger, or was it necessary for him to stay and help protect them? The bitch would probably find them wherever they tried to hide. Better that they were on their home turf.
            “It’s Isis. She’s found us, and they’re coming.”
            “Isis?”
            “No, no I think she has sent some of her children to find you, Rio. How does she know about you?”
            “This is all my fault,” Rio confessed.

I hope you enjoyed the snippet I posted for Elizabeth. Sorry it's late, but she has me running around organizing boxes of books and other goodies for something called the Tucson Festival of Books. She thinks 130,000 plus people go there for books, but I heard they have a lot of good food there, so I know why they're really there! I won't tell her though, since it would probably hurt her feelings. 

Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors, the weekly hop for everyone who loves to write! Sign up below with your name, blog and email and share an 8 to 10 sentence snippet of your writing on Sunday. Your post needs to be live between 12:00 noon on Saturday 02/18/17 and 09:00 AM on Sunday 02/19/17. Visit the other participants on the list and read, critique and comment on their 8sunday posts.

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Again I am sharing from my new release, Stolen Secrets. Last week it was a steamy scene, so this week, I chose something a little different.

            “So they literally believed Isis was with them, a goddess who could walk among them and interact with them,” Elsa said.
            “Of course,” David and Muhktar said together, then looked at each other and chuckled.
            Isabella glanced between them. Their tone had been more than affirmative. It sounded as though they too believed Isis was a very real, literal entity and were surprised at Elsa’s questioning of that fact.
            Rumors sometimes tied Prince Muhktar to the Illuminati, a secret cult known to exist since at least the time of the Pharaohs who built the pyramids. Until this moment, she had always dismissed those rumors as passed along by those wishing to cast even more mystique on the infamous persona of one of the country’s wealthiest and certainly most eligible bachelors. The Illuminati itself was an organization which, though it had certainly existed since she herself had seen ancient artifacts whose writings and symbolisms supported its existence in Egypt, was unable to be tied to any one deity, purpose or era. Illuminati was a word most often whispered with respect, almost reverence, among the superstitious Egyptians, as though it still existed and was to be feared. Could those rumors be true? What might it have to do with this artifact they sought?

I hope you like the snippet I shared for Elizabeth this week. She has been sick with food poisoning this week so did very little for three days and never even got out of bed for two of them. Personally I'm not a fan of seafood, so she should just stick to my food from now on.  Be sure to visit the other Weekend Writing Warriors and Snippet Sunday authors for more great reads. 

Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors, the weekly hop for everyone who loves to write! Sign up below with your name, blog and email and share an 8 to 10 sentence snippet of your writing on Sunday. Your post needs to be live between 12:00 noon on Saturday 02/11/17 and 09:00 AM on Sunday 02/12/17. Visit the other participants on the list and read, critique and comment on their 8sunday posts.

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I will be sharing from my new release Stolen Secrets again, because the launch is Tuesday, Valentine's Day!

      He lowered her, letting her feet return to the sand, her sanity to the moment.
      “Isa--”
    “I’m here,” she called, and pushed against his chest, for leverage and mental stability. What should I say? she wondered, confused and still breathless from his torrid kisses. She’d never been kissed that way before, not by anyone. Her undeniable attraction to him was primitive. He awoke raw desire within her until she was so lost in the feelings her brain stopped controlling her actions. The prince was dangerous, on so many levels.  She could tell that he, too, was moved by their exchange. His chest rose and fell swiftly and his hand lingered on the curve of her buttock. The intensity of his stare unnerved her, eyes darkened by lust, lips parted with soft puffs of air matching the rhythmic swell of his rib cage.
    Running from her own uncertainty, she turned to shore and waded quickly toward the sound of Elsa’s voice.

I hope you liked the snippet I posted this week for Elizabeth. So much to do for this book launch, I almost forgot to send a Valentine to Giada, my bestest doggie friend ever! Be sure to read the other Weekend Writing Warriors and #SnippetSunday authors for more great reads. And don't forget to scroll down and register for all the cool rafflecopter prizes!

Offered an enormous sum by an anonymous benefactor for the acquisition of an ancient ceremonial relic, a sum that would keep the antiquities shop in Cairo her father left her afloat while she continued her own archaeological pursuits, Lady Isabella Valentine was distracted rather than tempted, then suspicious, when the dashing young Bedouin slipped in just before closing and promised her a deal she couldn’t refuse--for the very same relic. Despite his sensual appeal, she did refuse him, sending him away.
 
Prince Mukhtar, son of Sheikh Abdul Kummel al-Rahman, leader of the Hassana, is on a sacred Illuminati mission for Queen Isis to retrieve something stolen from one of her temples over a thousand years ago. This mortal disbeliever though an enchanting English rose, however beautiful she might be, is clearly in the power of the Usurper and must be persuaded to help him, one way or another. But neither of them know of the evil power they are up against, or what hidden dangers await them in the tomb of the high priest.