Time to Write?

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I’m back on track but geez is it easy to get derailed. I have reasons, maybe excuses, but I’ve got my act back together again.

Found out last December that my publisher – Rebel Ink Press – would be closing their doors on June 30. Man, were they classy about it. No blindsiding us, gave us our rights back and even gave us our covers! I thought six months would be plenty of time to get everything re-edited and back up. Yeah, right . . . So that was one reason – I’ve still got a couple of books that aren’t available and I will get to them, but in my opinion they needed more than just an edit.

But in addition to that, I’ve acted as Vice President for Programming for the HCRW chapter of RWA the past two years. I go out of office December 31 and am leaving the office in very capable hands. But before I could give it up there was, in addition to the monthly meetings, my final annual conference. That was held October 13 (Muldermas for my long-time fans) and while it took a lot of prep and extra trips to Raleigh, it was incredible. Sabrina Jefferies and Sarra Cannon spoke and I was blown away by both of them. And knowing they were our speakers kept me much more relaxed.

The major downside was, during the conference I got a text that my last uncle had passed away. We are a very close family and that was a blow that, while expected, was still a jolt. I’m not ready to be the oldest generation. That means I have to adult full-time and Charles was always the wittiest. Of course we drove up to Cincinnati where I got to visit with cousins from all over the country. (We had NC and Ohio represented, but also Pennsylvania, Utah, California, DC, etc.). Then we had to rush back because I had a book signing that had been planned for months. Sigh . . .

See what I mean. Real life just doesn’t stop. I write full time now, no more going into an office and still the derailments continue. At least I’m still meeting my deadlines, just not sleeping that well.

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Already October?

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I’m not ready. I’ll be XX 1/2 on October 5 (that was an important day when I was younger – turning a 1/2 year older – not so much anymore). And no, the first two numbers don’t count!

I do have some exciting stuff coming up in October. Since it’s Halloween month, I’m putting my ghost story, Wraith’s Heart, on sale for $.99 from October 1-7. 

I’ve also combined all of my Christmas stories into one volume, A Collection of Christmas Stories, and it’s available in paper to fill someone’s stocking and also an eBook at Kindle. Check out the cover, my amazing cover designer, Robert, put all kinds of Easter eggs around it for you to find.

 

 

Don’t get after me for planning for Christmas already. It’s the secretary in me, needing to be prepared for whatever’s coming up (I was never a Boy Scout). Also helps with paying the bills . . . Just sayin’ . . .

Actually Fall is my favorite time of year, so I’m juiced. The heat has finally broken and my favorite colors start decorating the mountains near me. Need to plan at least a day trip up to check it out.

Also this October on the 13th is the Heart of the Carolina Annual All Day Conference and this year we’ve got Sabrina Jeffries and Sarra Cannon coming to speak. It’s for writers of any genre or writer-wanna-bes. Go here for more details, as I write this there’s still a little room, so come on down.  Also on October 20, I’ll be selling and signing books at the Guilford College United Methodist Church’s bazaar. Stop by and say hi!

The Melting is Back!

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The third and final volume of The Melting Series is now available. The Cohesion is back today with a new cover and re-edited with new content.  

Buy links are here – Amazon, B&N, iBooks, Kobo, Scribd

Here’s an excerpt-

Rachel Gerhart lay in her bed. Morning was still distant and she’d regret lying here awake when dawn arrived, but she couldn’t sleep.

They were coming—she could feel them. They had left the camp in Tennessee. Sidwas coming. No one knew how long the trip from Tennessee would take or how the roads had held up during the winter, but they were on their way.

She’d never admitted she was having the dreams. David and Tim talked about the ability so matter-of-factly, like what they were feeling was normal or something. How could something like this be normal? How could she see into anyone else’s dreams? But she did.

Amanda thought the ability was a leftover from the virus that had killed everyone after the glaciers in Alaska had melted. She thought Rachel’s brain chemistry had been altered when she was merely a child by a form of the virus that had killed her parents. If she was right and Rachel had always done this, which would explain a lot of her problems in the myriad foster homes she’d survived. She had known what people were thinking sometimes, how they felt. She’d been too young and stupid to hide what she was doing at first, but she’d finally caught on. No wonder her foster parents had been uneasy around her. This dream thing was new though.

Keeping away from people had always helped. Being alone was better than being with most of the people she’d known. But she’d been able to sense when people wanted to harm her from the beginning and that had been a good thing. A foster father who wanted more, foster mothers who only wanted the money. Oh, there were decent ones too, but she’d been shifted around too much to rely on them. She’d made herself as invisible as possible at school. Rachel had worked hard at that.

Maintaining a solid B had kept her under everyone’s radar. If she had occasionally dipped into someone else’s thoughts on some exams, it was never to get an outstanding grade. She understood the question better after those little dips anyway. The students were better teachers than the teachers in a lot of cases.

Staying invisible had been harder as she’d grown and her body had changed. She’d tried to wear clothes that did not enhance things, but there wasn’t money for new wardrobes and things got tight. And people noticed redheads. She stayed as plain as she could. At least she had been able to know for certain that the jocks and popular kids hadn’t really cared about her as a person and not fallen for their shit. No, alone had always been better.

So why were visits to Sid’s dreams so important to her?

The whole series is back – if you liked Nora Roberts’ Year One– check this out!

             

Hope you enjoy!!

The Progression (Book Two-The Melting Series) back up!

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I’m happy to announce that The Progression is now available again! It has a lovely new cover by Robert Steele and has been re-edited. The Infection (Book One) came back out May 1 of this year and I’m hoping to get The Cohesion (Book Three) out before Christmas. I’ll have a cover reveal soon!

The Infection is on sale for $.99 to get you ready for The Progression, August 1-5, so check it out!

August is a good month for writing for me – it’s the book birthday for Mac’s Family, Red Shoes and Small Changes. Maybe it’s the heat because I don’t go outside when it’s that hot and therefore get more done.

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Meg Adams left the meeting with a profound sense of depression. She hadn’t spent much time with Dr. Sutton, Amanda, as things got busier and none with her partner, David Morrow, but to know they had really left, escaped, along with Joe Dula who had worked here long before her, made all of the hardships more real. She straightened her shoulders and took a steadying breath.

She would handle this too, she had no choice, but she would miss Amanda’s friendship and support. She’d been glad to be here at the CDC when the pandemic broke out. She’d accepted the safety of the place, the security of the vaccine. Amanda had been the only doctor to really talk to her and the staff, explaining things to them as if they too were important to the project. Meg had listened to Amanda in several meetings, her passionate attempts to get some relief for Meg’s group falling short. Would anyone speak up for them now? Would they listen to her?

It was almost funny, she had been the office manager, not head of facilities, and she knew nothing about plumbing except to stop her toilet from running at what used to be her apartment. Now she supervised such a variety of skills it was a joke. Goodness knew she understood responsibility. She’d had to take charge for as long as she could remember, but this . . . Fortunately her group didn’t need a lot of hands on from her. They understood what was really happening and kept at it.

But for how long?

It wasn’t like a paycheck meant anything anymore. There was nothing to buy. Food and shelter were all that mattered, despite what the officials said. Those two items were about the only things that kept people here for now.

The powerful men that had come down from DC were taking over. She supposed that was what they did best, but they would have been more help outside of meetings. Connor Nash, from South Carolina was troubling, though she couldn’t put her finger on why exactly. She knew nothing about his background or politics but something about him scared her. Looking into his eyes had been like looking into the eyes of the shark at the aquarium, empty, and somehow malevolent. He had his little entourage of fellow congressmen, Leonard Burton and Elsworth Keithley and their aides. They were about the same age and thought alike. There was trouble coming and Meg couldn’t see a way to stop it, because she couldn’t see what it would be.

A movement caused her to look down the hall. She brushed her curly dark hair out of her face to get a better look. A man in military fatigues observed her. He had the short military cut to his dark hair but at this distance she could make out few details. He did look muscular, strong. Meg’s lungs refused to function for an instant. There was no one else around. She was vulnerable. Had she seen him before? As her breath returned she felt herself calm, his stance wasn’t menacing as much as protective. Or was she naive? Who was he?

 

    

Booksweeps Contest

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Yes, from July 30-August 8, there’s a huge giveaway. 35+ paranormal books are up for grabs here so don’t miss it!

Have you read my science fiction novel The Infection? For a limited time, you can enter to win the book plus 35+ fantastic Paranormal & Sci-Fi Romances from an amazing collection of authors, PLUS a brand new eReader-along with a
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Nancy Lee Badger’s Latest!

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HEAVEN-SENT WARRIOR by Nancy Lee Badger  

Donna Steele was with me last July when I decided to pitch a story to an editor from Soul Mate Publishing. Donna and I drove from North Carolina to Orlando, Florida to attend the Romance Writers of America annual conference. I brought with me a story I had written many years before. I never published it because it differed from my other published novels. I am known for Scottish characters or shape-shifting Scottish dragons.

However, this character screamed to be brought to life, and a French hero waking up inside a French sculptor’s statue made sense. I reworked my heroine. She is American, and of Scottish descent and is actually half Fae. Heaven-sent Warrior, is a full-length paranormal romance set in present-day North Carolina. I am working on the second book in my Warriors in Bronze series for Soul Mate Publishing. Heaven-sent Highlanderwill also be released later this year.

Book Blurb for Heaven-sent Warrior

Henrí Chevalier’s last memory, before stumbling naked into a museum’s moonlit garden, was Auguste Rodin and his dusty Paris studio in 1886. To escape his broken heart, Henrí volunteered to sleep inside a statue until needed. Expecting to die, he discovers he must learn to use the unexpected powers Heaven has given him. Without them he will fail his mission against otherworldly creatures, such as demons and faeries.

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Kenzie Mackintosh, a dedicated art museum’s curator, spies a naked man hiding among bronze statues. A quick glance ignites desire within her, but she is too tied-up in work to act on it. Unaware of her fae heritage, their relationship heats up as he disrupts her job. While Henrí tries to process modern buildings, cars, and a broken elevator, a demon attacks and forces Henrí and Kenzie to enlist the aid of her powerful fae relatives. When the demon possesses the body of her ex-lover and threatens to kill him, then use her to take over the world, Henrí and Kenzie must learn to trust each other, even if Kenzie’s death might be the only answer to the world’s salvation.

Excerpt

“A demon in first phase is basically fog. A mist. The knocking on your door was caused by something solid, like a body. A body the demon must have stolen. My understanding of the time line is flawed. Neither of us shall sleep well tonight, since he must have escaped the reflecting pool hours before I awoke from my—”

“My reflecting pool?” Kenzie’s mind raced. Mist? A stolen body? The story line Henrí spouted didn’t make sense, except . . . she sniffed the air.

“What is wrong, Kenzie?”

“Warren’s aftershave. How odd to smell it now.”

“Warren? That man who interrupted our intimate meal?” Henrí’s sly grin nearly pushed her thoughts in another direction entirely.

“Right, Warren Haskell.”

Henrí turned away and tucked his shirt into the waistband of his jeans, then hurried to the door, turned the lock, and walked out. He darted down the stairs, and his footsteps faded.

Unwilling to see what lay at the bottom of the stairs, in case it was Warren, Kenzie cleaned off their plates and set them in the sink. She started to finish the last of her milk, but emptied it and Henrí’s glass down the drain, glad she’d had no wine to share. They would both need their wits tonight. Henrí’s voice, chanting something in French, wafted up the stairs.

“This is a dream, or a nightmare,” she mumbled.

 

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More About The Author  

Nancy Lee Badgergrew up in Huntington on New York’s Long Island. After attending Plymouth State, in the White Mountains of New Hampshire, she earned a Bachelor of Science degree in Art Education and met and married her college sweetheart. They raised two handsome sons in New Hampshire, where Nancy scoured the countryside for rusty old milk cans. She cleaned them and painted them as beautiful porch or living room decorations. She also created lap quilts to keep her family and friends warm during bitter cold winters. When the children had left the nest, and shoveling show became a chore, she retired from her satisfying job as a 9-1-1 Emergency Medical Dispatcher and moved with her husband to North Carolina, where she writes full-time

Nancy is a member of Romance Writers of America, Heart of Carolina Romance Writers, Fantasy-Futuristic & Paranormal Romance Writers, and the Triangle Association of Freelancers. She loves to travel and attend Scottish Highland Games and is never far from her laptop. She finds story ideas in the most unusual places. Connect with Nancy here:

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Release Day for A Different Time

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It’s here! Book Two in the Guardians of Now Series – A Different Time. 

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Dusty and Dee are back in the present but what a different present it is! They’d had no plans to change the future when they found themselves in 1891, but then they hadn’t planned to travel to 1891 in the first place. And they don’t know how or why they’re back…

 

Excerpt –

Prologue

The Guardian rose as she felt the presence of the Elder approaching. It was unprecedented for an Elder to seek her out in her personal chambers. For an instant, apprehension touched her. Had her secret been uncovered before she could make a report?

“Daughter.”

The Guardian bowed, then straightened her flesh colored robe and faced her mentor. “You honor me with your presence. How may I be of assistance?”

“I am here for a report on your project.”

An Elder came toherfor a report? Did the Elder know of the contact the Guardian had received?

“Of course. Please sit. Refreshments?”

With a wave of her hand the Elder declined both.

“Is there anything specific you would wish to know?” A stall tactic, for the Guardian realized the time to reveal all had come.

“I have seen the change in you, Daughter. Others have discussed this new vitality you possess. Is it caused by this project?”

“Yes, Elder. I am honored you would seek me out. These humans I now study . . . excite me.”

The Elder’s eyebrow rose but she waited.

“They are a young species, maturing at an accelerated, nearly fantastic rate. There have been missteps and backward slides. I believe it is why I was assigned to watch and if necessary, assist them. After observing many of their generations, I located a pair of humans who appeared to be a step above the others in terms of evolution.”

The Elder listened with interest in her eyes. “We were apprised of your plan to remove the pair from their time stream in an attempt to repair some of those missteps.”

“Yes, and the plan was approved. Shall I continue?”

The Elder inclined her head.

“The couple, a male and a female, relocated to a strategic time and place in their society’s past and the planet itself has benefited from the changes they instigated. The atmosphere and water are cleaner, and the health of the populace has improved from the resulting modifications.”

“There was talk of an evolutionary step.”

“Yes. The couple has mated. It is my hope their offspring will become our first direct contact with this species.”

Isthere an offspring?”

“At this time there are only cells, no consciousness. I sensed an . . . an Essence waiting to see if the cells become viable. If these do not, it will wait until one does.”

“Why did you choose to bring them back to their present?”

The Guardian looked down for an instant, the unfamiliar feeling of guilt rising. It was time for these facts to be known and studied beyond her. “I did not.”

“I do not understand. Are you saying you did not return them?”

“No, Elder. I have investigated the phenomena thoroughly. When my study did not reveal a way for this to have occurred, I prepared a report for the Elders. Before I could submit it, I was . . . contacted.”

“Contacted? By whom? By the entity that did return them?”

The Guardian nodded. “Yes. I hope the communication will continue. I am not able to direct it at this time.”

“Who are you in communication with, my daughter?”

“The Essence.”

 

For the beginning of Dusty and Dee’s tale check out Another Time – Book One of the Guardians of Now Series. (FREE 6/19-23!!)