Thank goodness for Ask.com, my search place by default. I found the instructions without a problem.
Now, that makes it easier if you want to talk about my books, request review copies, have questions...
Okay, back to writing. I'm working on a romance with so much drama and conversation about "lady parts", pregnancy and who runs them, you would think it's real life. Stay tuned for Ribbons and Belle, coming soon.
An excerpt
“Okay, here’s the deal.” Tyson reached inside of the SUV to help Belle climb out. “When we get with my family, I want you to pretend you don’t speak English. I’m serious. Stop laughing. No matter what they say,smile and nod. That’s all. Just smile and nod.”
“Why would I do that?” Once on the ground, Belle let go of his fingers and moved to open the rear passenger door and retrieve the container of side dish, which she handed to Tyson and the cake saver of cookies they’d had a ball making the night before.
“Because I’m asking you. My sisters, and did I tell you I have six of them? Oh, I did?” He continued at the affirmative nod of her head. “Well, my sisters want to see me married. Cornelia has regaled them with every story she thinks she knows about you and in their minds, we are as good as on our second year of marriage.”
“You’re kidding, right?”
“No,sorry to say, I’m not. They know we’ve been out on half a dozen dates and they waste no time in trying to get me settled down. Please, just do a lot of nodding and smiling. No, change that - listen first, before you nod. Don't want to commit yourself to anything.” He looked across the vast lawn. An exaggerated grimace of fear took over his expression and she laughed. “Lord, here they come. Stop laughing. Just be yourself. I’m serious.”
“Belle. What is he telling you? I can see by his expression it’s nothing good. Ignore him.” Cornelia squeezed her ample body between Tyson and Belle, secured her arm in the hook of Belle’s elbow and pulled her away. “Come with us.”
Within seconds, Belle found herself several feet away from Tyson, surrounded by a bevy of laughing questioning women and a dozen or more chirping little children. Smiling and nodding, sometimes frantically shaking her head negatively as the only response because she couldn’t get a word in edge wise.
It was all fun, confusing, and extremely enlightening. She was just getting into hearing stories of Tyson’s antics as a small boy, when her arm was captured and this time she was pulled away by the warm touch of Tyson’s hand.
