Friday, January 29, 2016

Twirly Girl News & Excerpt!

In just over a month Twirly Girl, the second Venom book, will be released!

Could you please take just a moment to add it to your Goodreads Want To Read shelf? 

In appreciation for your adding it to your shelf, you'll find an exclusive excerpt below. This snippet is unedited but I wanted to share a special moment between Alicia and Dale with you in thanks, so be gentle of any flubs you may find. 

Many hugs and thank you! XXOO

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Born into a prestigious and powerful political family, Venom captain Alicia Avery learned at a young age that appearances were everything. Alicia has now been molded into the perfect young woman; her only transgressions against the dictates of her parents to date are her dogged determination to play hockey and a rather radical new haircut. That was before Alicia met Dale Christie, a highly principled and deeply spiritual street performer who is raising his daughter, Wren Song, alone.

Now Alicia is finally opening her mind and heart to the knowledge that there is more to life than monetary success and ambitious goals. As her soul awakens, so does her desire for the man her parents - and society - would deem horrendously wrong for her. Can the Venom captain learn to walk a new path of serenity through life? Or will the pacifist and the hockey player be torn apart by a world that judges a person by the size of their bank account versus the largesse of their soul?


            "Open your mind to new things, Sunny New Face. That's the first step to discovering who you really are."
            That was easy for him to say, it wasn`t his world being made into a frappe. We walked side-by-side out into the cold air. It was invigorating and cleansing after being in that warm barn for so long. I held out my hand for the milking bucket. Dale passed it to me then switched the heavier milk tote to his right hand. Night was not far off. I guessed it to be close to five in the afternoon. Winter brought long, lonely nights. I peeked to the right at Dale. He seemed to be in that world he usually moves in - inhaling any bad karma on the wind then exhaling peace. I thought to say something, but it was too serene of a moment to murk up with talk. Instead, I gave the farm one long look before darkness would envelope the fifty-acre homestead. You could see several houses from the pasture we meandered through, the homes of the old hippies/off-the-grid commune members now long empty. Dale had explained how back in Sage`s day everyone on Dew Fall pitched in to help with the farming and gardening, and all shared the bounty.
            It was a lovely little system. Pity the ideal never worked outside of the property boundaries of Sage`s farm. The real world did not move on harmony, cooperation, and the ideals of the sixties. It was dog eat dog, and those peace-loving pugs hadn`t stood a chance against the inner city Dobermans.
            "You`re frowning," Dale commented then opened the gate on the woven-wire fencing.
            "I was just thinking about how different it is here," I said as I stepped through the gate then ran my sight over the various barns and coops. The huge communal garden sat about fifty yards to our left, now covered with thick mulch in preparation for winter. "I've never seen a group of people working for a common goal like they used to do here. Even now, outside, in the mean real world, you and your fellow organic bohemians wouldn`t last a day," I stated as we walked to the big farmhouse Sage and Dale called theirs. It was in rough shape, and needed painted, but as soon as you stepped onto the front porch, you could feel something special radiating from it.
            "You really think that we're just herb-smoking lambs out here, don`t you?" he asked, stopping just this side of the front door.
            "Well, you have to admit that your way of thinking kind of lends itself to being devoured by people in power." I passed the empty milk pail from my left to right hand. Wren`s dirty yellow boots laid beside the front door. "If the zombie plague hit tomorrow, you and your peace loving friends would be the first to go."
            "Maybe you`re looking at things the wrong way," he offered. The overcast sky combined with the setting sun made the porch seem darker than it truly was. "Perhaps when society falls apart the people who were too busy being megalomaniacs to appreciate and harvest the earth gently will starve to death. It might be us herb-smoking lambs that enjoy the fruits of our labors and the graces bestowed upon us by the goddess."
            "The meek and the earth thing again, huh?"
            "Something like that."He pulled the front door open and a wonderful aroma billowed out on a warm cloud of heat. My belly roared as I inhaled garlic and basil. I hadn`t realized how cold my cheeks were until that hot air touched them. "Let`s wash up and eat. Your stomach sounds like it would appreciate some of Sage`s vegan bean sprout soufflĂ©. We can talk at length after the meal is done," he stepped into the light of the house, "and if you clean your plate I may even play a song for you."
            "A bribe from a beatnik," I giggled as I stepped inside as well. "How can any woman refuse?"
            "It is pretty tempting, isn`t it?" Dale winked, the door hinges creaking as the front door closed behind me. I could hear Wren and Sage talking in the old-fashioned kitchen.
            "It sure is," I replied earnestly.

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