Friday, April 5, 2013

TUESDAY TALES, 12 WRITERS WRITING TO THEIR CHOICE: "NOISY" OR "CAMERA"

Welcome and thanks for stopping by! Today we're writing to the word prompt, "noisy". Click on the name of the writer to go to their blog and read their story.
JEAN JOACHIM (Contemporary Romance)
"Rescue My Heart"
“Was that a crack?” The skinny woman asked.  
“What? Me? No. Really, no.”
LINDSAY DOWNS (Romantic Suspense)
With John mooning over Shay, Jessica knew she’d be safe but it was George she was more concerned with. How to protect him while still accomplishing the task at hand?
KAREN CINO (Contemporary Romance)
Lorenzo’s flight was landing in a couple of hours, and she still didn’t have any answers. 
ROSALIND SMITH-NAZILLI (Fiction)
Byrony Matthews was a creature of the night and her work as a haberdasher suited her just fine, not least of all because it brought many helpless men to her little domain to buy buttons or zips and sometimes they lingered while she did small repair jobs for them. 
SHERRY GLOAG (Fiction)
“Mandy is a gentle girl, a bit more naive than we ever realised. How could she live with her mother and not know her parents were going through a divorce?
TRICIA ANDERSEN (Contemporary Romance)
The thunderous cheering was deafening.  Chloe scanned the cavernous arena. 
KATHLEEN TIGHE BALL (Western Romance)
She wanted to throw his hat off and run her finger through his hair. She could see his powerful arm muscles beneath his shirt.
DAVEE JONES (Paranormal Horror Thriller)
"Blue-Ink Embryo
“Do you have the web cam connected to your computer?”
SARAH CASS (Urban Fantasy)
 Why did you wait so long?” I leaned my cheek against his arm as I had when I was young.
FIONA DRUCE (Fantasy Romance)  
Robin Goodfellow snickered as he tied his long crimson hair with a leather thong. Aodhan was in for it. And it was all Robin’s fault. Much to his delight. 
SIOBHAN KINCADE  (Contemporary Cowboy Romance)

When she woke, it was to the sound of a dinner bell and the savory aroma of steak. It brought her downstairs and directly into Wesley, Sr.’s path.
V. L. LOCEY (Romantic Comedy)
“Violet, are you okay?” I asked after a nice gust of freshly cut June lawn blew the stink of dirty diaper away.
 

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