Thanks, Rhonda, for giving the go ahead on this group. And woohooo to
Lisa!!
Donna Michaels
www.donnamichaelsauthor.com
--- In TheWildRosePress@yahoogroups.com, "Rhonda Penders" <rpenders@...>
wrote:
>
> And so we build another garden! This company is starting to feel
> like my real life yard, every year I find another spot that is
> perfect for planting. Thanks Lisa for doing this, its a great idea,
> sorry it took so long for us to say go for it.
>
> Terry, and Maggie, your stories sound wonderful. Stories like yours
> are why this garden has exploded with growth. Fantastic job and
> thanks for being a part of The Wild Rose Press.
>
> Just wanted to tell everyone that I am always available for
> questions, comments, or concerns. Don't be shy about emailing me its
> not a problem. I'll put this loop on digest to my email so I"ll see
> your posts every day and try to keep up.
>
> I honestly don't know where The Wild Rose Press would be today if we
> hadn't been so fortunate to have found Lisa. She is our promotional
> queen and we love her to pieces for all she does to help market the
> company and our authors.
>
> Thanks Lisa. This is going to be great for posting information,
> etc. Love it.
>
> Rhonda
>
Welcome, Anne!!
Congratulations on your sale! I look forward to hearing more!
Donna Michaels
www.donnamichaelsauthor.com
--- In TheWildRosePress@yahoogroups.com, "Anne Whitfield"
<annewhitfield@...> wrote:
>
> Hello everyone.
>
> I'm new here to the group and a new author for The Wild Rose Press.
> My short story To Love Again will be released soon.
>
> Look forward to meeting everyone.
>
> Regards, Anne.~ from sunny Australia!
> http://www.annewhitfield.com
> Kitty McKenzie paperback http://tinyurl.com/rced5
> Gossamer Wings paperback http://tinyurl.com/koljb
> Kitty McKenzie's Land paperback http://tinyurl.com/yyg4bj
>
Terri,
Congratulations on your release! This sounds wonderful. I just love the
concept and your cover is so fitting!!
Donna Michaels
www.donnamichaelsauthor.com
--- In TheWildRosePress@yahoogroups.com, "Terry Odell" <terry@...>
wrote:
>
> Hi --
> Just got back from a day away and things are busy! Glad to see this
group, and hello all the familiar names, and welcome to everyone.
>
> My Champagne Miniature Rose was released yesterday (Friday, Jan. 19th
in case Yahoo's being pokey).
>
> Blurb:
>
> Stephanie's lifelong dream is to design toys-sweet, cuddly toys.
Instead, she's hired as a glorified typist. And not even with the rest
of the marketing department, but way downstairs in the only available
office, which she has to share with Brad, who's a total geek. A geek
who's happy programming computer games full of explosions.
>
>
>
> They agree to ignore each other while Stephanie waits for a desk to
open upstairs. But when Brad has girlfriend troubles-like he can't get
Lianne, the cocktail waitress to notice him-he swallows his pride and
asks Stephanie if she'll teach him how to talk to women. She agrees, but
he's having trouble passing her exams.
>
>
>
> *********
>
>
>
> Here's an excerpt, and there's more on my website about all my WRP
releases.
>
> ***********
>
> Inside the lobby, Brad's sneakers squeaked on the polished marble
floor. An aggregation of suits clustered in front of the elevator. He
looked down at his worn jeans and pivoted toward the stairs. Although
his office was on the lowest floor occupied by Wilson and Wilkes, it was
hardly subterranean. Climbing the four flights would work off the cherry
pie, not to mention the frustrations a meal with Kevin seemed to
instigate. At the second floor landing, he paused to take off his
jacket.
>
>
>
> Breathing a little too hard, he pushed open the door at four and a
sense of calm washed over him. This was where he belonged. Unexpected
strains of classical music drifted down the hall. When he realized the
melody came from his office, he quickened his pace. Almost in one
motion, he swiped his key card through the lock and pushed the door
open.
>
>
>
> From behind the spare desk, a woman turned, blinking her large blue
eyes at him.
>
>
>
> He froze in the doorway. "Who the hell are you? And what are you doing
with my things?"
>
>
>
> ###
>
>
>
> "Mr. Hewitt?" Stephanie turned off her CD player. She grabbed her
glasses from the desk and adjusted them on her nose. The blur at the
door turned into a geek in ratty jeans and a faded green South Park
t-shirt with a black jacket slung over his arm. An unsmiling geek. She
tried to decide if he looked more confused or angry. Either way, it was
definitely not a glad to see you expression. She came around the desk
and extended her hand. "I'm Stephanie Brinks."
>
>
>
> His expression hadn't changed, but he took two steps into the room. He
nodded, but didn't offer his hand in return.
>
>
>
> She gave him the friendliest smile she could muster. "You know? Your
new office mate? Didn't you get the e-mail? Last Friday? From Mr.
Wilkes?"
>
>
>
> ************
>
>
>
> Terry
>
>
>
> Terry Odell
> www.terryodell.com
> Avaliable now:
> "Words", "Out of Sight", "Relationships" & "Romancing the Geek"
> www.thewildrosepress.com
>
This is wonderful, Maggie!! Congratulations on your release!
Donna Michaels
www.donnamichaelsauthor.com
--- In TheWildRosePress@yahoogroups.com, "Maggie Toussaint"
<maggietoussaint@...> wrote:
>
> Here's being said about House of Lies:
>
>
>
> "Maggie Toussaint is a fresh voice filled with talent and characters
that
> step off the page" - Diana Cosby, Zebra author
>
>
>
> "Like a donut's cream-filled center, Maggie Toussaint's debut novel
contains
> secretive pleasures" - Darlene Gardner, Harlequin SuperRomance author
>
>
>
> "The perfect blend of heart-warming romance and suspense. House of
Lies is
> a book you'll definitely want to curl up with" - Gail Barrett,
award-winning
> author
>
>
>
> "House of Lies is a tender tale of redemption, forgiveness - and
romance" -
> Hope Tarr, author of The Haunting
>
>
>
>
>
> And now, here's a snippet from House of Lies:
>
>
>
> Without warning, the black sedan loomed large in her rear view mirror.
Her
> fingers tightened around the steering wheel. Not now. There was no
place
> to hide. Worse, there was a bad turn right in front of her. She
> decelerated into the curve.
>
>
>
> But the black sedan kept on coming, as if she wasn't even there, as if
the
> sharp curve wasn't dangerous.
>
>
>
> As the sedan closed on her, she noted the front license tag was
missing.
> Virginia, Maryland, and D.C. required front plates. The hair on the
back of
> her neck electrified.
>
>
>
> Suddenly, the sedan swerved over in the oncoming traffic lane,
alarming
> Hannah further. What was the driver thinking? If someone approached
from
> the other direction, there'd be a three car pile up.
>
>
>
> Hannah glanced anxiously in her side mirror. The windows of the sedan
were
> tinted so dark she couldn't tell if the driver was male or female. It
was a
> nameless faceless menace.
>
>
>
> Like the trolls under her childhood bed.
>
>
>
> Her gut told her this was a bad situation. Her father had warned her
time
> and again to listen to her gut when faced with danger. Her gut said to
get
> the heck out of here.
>
>
>
> She stomped on the accelerator just as the sedan whipped towards where
her
> rear bumper had been. Tires squealed as the sedan veered off the road
and
> then back. Hannah didn't wait around to find out if they crashed. She
> hurried home.
>
>
>
> She flew through the brick fence posts surrounding her neighborhood,
roaring
> up the quiet streets, and the sedan faded from sight. Inside the
locked
> garage, she shut off the car. Her heart hammered wildly.
>
>
>
> She pried her fingers off the steering wheel, slowly flexing her stiff
> joints. God. What had just happened? Had someone tried to run her off
the
> road?
>
>
>
> The sedan's maneuvers had been deliberate. No amount of hormonal
hysteria
> on her part would account for the other driver trying to ram her rear
end.
> If she hadn't listened to her gut, the cars would've collided. There
on
> that curve, at that speed, it was likely an inexperienced driver
would've
> lost control of the car and spun off into the ravine.
>
>
>
> The data was easy to interpret. Someone wanted to harm her.
>
>
>
> But who?
>
>
>
> And why?
>
> +++++++++
>
>
>
> House of Lies, available now from www.thewildrosepress.com
> <http://www.thewildrosepress.com/>
>
>
>
> Maggie Toussaint
>
> House of Lies available now at <http://www.thewildrosepress.com>
> www.thewildrosepress.com
>
> visit Maggie at <http://www.maggietoussaint.com>
www.maggietoussaint.com
>
--- In TheWildRosePress@yahoogroups.com, "Terry Odell" <terry@...> wrote: > > Hi -- > Just got back from a day away and things are busy! Glad to see this group, and hello all the familiar names, and welcome to everyone. > > My Champagne Miniature Rose was released yesterday (Friday, Jan. 19th in case Yahoo's being pokey). > > Blurb: > > Stephanie's lifelong dream is to design toys-sweet, cuddly toys. Instead, she's hired as a glorified typist. And not even with the rest of the marketing department, but way downstairs in the only available office, which she has to share with Brad, who's a total geek. A geek who's happy programming computer games full of explosions. > > > > They agree to ignore each other while Stephanie waits for a desk to open upstairs. But when Brad has girlfriend troubles-like he can't get Lianne, the cocktail waitress to notice him-he swallows his pride and asks Stephanie if she'll teach him how to talk to women. She agrees, but he's having trouble passing her exams. > > > > ********* > > > > Here's an excerpt, and there's more on my website about all my WRP releases. > > *********** > > Inside the lobby, Brad's sneakers squeaked on the polished marble floor. An aggregation of suits clustered in front of the elevator. He looked down at his worn jeans and pivoted toward the stairs. Although his office was on the lowest floor occupied by Wilson and Wilkes, it was hardly subterranean. Climbing the four flights would work off the cherry pie, not to mention the frustrations a meal with Kevin seemed to instigate. At the second floor landing, he paused to take off his jacket. > > > > Breathing a little too hard, he pushed open the door at four and a sense of calm washed over him. This was where he belonged. Unexpected strains of classical music drifted down the hall. When he realized the melody came from his office, he quickened his pace. Almost in one motion, he swiped his key card through the lock and pushed the door open. > > > > From behind the spare desk, a woman turned, blinking her large blue eyes at him. > > > > He froze in the doorway. "Who the hell are you? And what are you doing with my things?" > > > > ### > > > > "Mr. Hewitt?" Stephanie turned off her CD player. She grabbed her glasses from the desk and adjusted them on her nose. The blur at the door turned into a geek in ratty jeans and a faded green South Park t-shirt with a black jacket slung over his arm. An unsmiling geek. She tried to decide if he looked more confused or angry. Either way, it was definitely not a glad to see you expression. She came around the desk and extended her hand. "I'm Stephanie Brinks." > > > > His expression hadn't changed, but he took two steps into the room. He nodded, but didn't offer his hand in return. > > > > She gave him the friendliest smile she could muster. "You know? Your new office mate? Didn't you get the e-mail? Last Friday? From Mr. Wilkes?" > > > > ************ > > > > Terry > > > > Terry Odell > www.terryodell.com > Avaliable now: > "Words", "Out of Sight", "Relationships" & "Romancing the Geek" > www.thewildrosepress.com >
Thought I would swing by and try to stay caught up on the messages!
Maggie this looks really good. I had chills, which is really cool. I snickered over the trolls under the bed. I always worried about invisable creatures when I was younger residing there.
--- In TheWildRosePress@yahoogroups.com, "Maggie Toussaint" <maggietoussaint@...> wrote: > > Here's being said about House of Lies: > > > > "Maggie Toussaint is a fresh voice filled with talent and characters that > step off the page" - Diana Cosby, Zebra author > > > > "Like a donut's cream-filled center, Maggie Toussaint's debut novel contains > secretive pleasures" - Darlene Gardner, Harlequin SuperRomance author > > > > "The perfect blend of heart-warming romance and suspense. House of Lies is > a book you'll definitely want to curl up with" - Gail Barrett, award-winning > author > > > > "House of Lies is a tender tale of redemption, forgiveness - and romance" - > Hope Tarr, author of The Haunting > > > > > > And now, here's a snippet from House of Lies: > > > > Without warning, the black sedan loomed large in her rear view mirror. Her > fingers tightened around the steering wheel. Not now. There was no place > to hide. Worse, there was a bad turn right in front of her. She > decelerated into the curve. > > > > But the black sedan kept on coming, as if she wasn't even there, as if the > sharp curve wasn't dangerous. > > > > As the sedan closed on her, she noted the front license tag was missing. > Virginia, Maryland, and D.C. required front plates. The hair on the back of > her neck electrified. > > > > Suddenly, the sedan swerved over in the oncoming traffic lane, alarming > Hannah further. What was the driver thinking? If someone approached from > the other direction, there'd be a three car pile up. > > > > Hannah glanced anxiously in her side mirror. The windows of the sedan were > tinted so dark she couldn't tell if the driver was male or female. It was a > nameless faceless menace. > > > > Like the trolls under her childhood bed. > > > > Her gut told her this was a bad situation. Her father had warned her time > and again to listen to her gut when faced with danger. Her gut said to get > the heck out of here. > > > > She stomped on the accelerator just as the sedan whipped towards where her > rear bumper had been. Tires squealed as the sedan veered off the road and > then back. Hannah didn't wait around to find out if they crashed. She > hurried home. > > > > She flew through the brick fence posts surrounding her neighborhood, roaring > up the quiet streets, and the sedan faded from sight. Inside the locked > garage, she shut off the car. Her heart hammered wildly. > > > > She pried her fingers off the steering wheel, slowly flexing her stiff > joints. God. What had just happened? Had someone tried to run her off the > road? > > > > The sedan's maneuvers had been deliberate. No amount of hormonal hysteria > on her part would account for the other driver trying to ram her rear end. > If she hadn't listened to her gut, the cars would've collided. There on > that curve, at that speed, it was likely an inexperienced driver would've > lost control of the car and spun off into the ravine. > > > > The data was easy to interpret. Someone wanted to harm her. > > > > But who? > > > > And why? > > +++++++++ > > > > House of Lies, available now from www.thewildrosepress.com > <http://www.thewildrosepress.com/> > > > > Maggie Toussaint > > House of Lies available now at <http://www.thewildrosepress.com> > www.thewildrosepress.com > > visit Maggie at <http://www.maggietoussaint.com> www.maggietoussaint.com >
Kudos Lisa, sounds like you're doing a great job.
Rhonda, I hear nothing but praise about the WRP, I wish you luck with the
future, and I believe you're going to need several gardeners before long.
Mary
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-----Original Message-----
From: TheWildRosePress@yahoogroups.com
[mailto:TheWildRosePress@yahoogroups.com] On Behalf Of Rhonda Penders
Sent: Sunday, January 21, 2007 7:22 AM
To: TheWildRosePress@yahoogroups.com
Subject: [TheWildRosePress] Welcome Everyone
And so we build another garden! This company is starting to feel
like my real life yard, every year I find another spot that is
perfect for planting. Thanks Lisa for doing this, its a great idea,
sorry it took so long for us to say go for it.
Terry, and Maggie, your stories sound wonderful. Stories like yours
are why this garden has exploded with growth. Fantastic job and
thanks for being a part of The Wild Rose Press.
Just wanted to tell everyone that I am always available for
questions, comments, or concerns. Don't be shy about emailing me its
not a problem. I'll put this loop on digest to my email so I"ll see
your posts every day and try to keep up.
I honestly don't know where The Wild Rose Press would be today if we
hadn't been so fortunate to have found Lisa. She is our promotional
queen and we love her to pieces for all she does to help market the
company and our authors.
Thanks Lisa. This is going to be great for posting information,
etc. Love it.
Rhonda
Yahoo! Groups Links
Thank you Rhonda. WRP feels like home to me too. you should be glad it doesn't look like my garden. LOL
Lisa
Rhonda Penders <rpenders@...> wrote:
And so we build another garden! This company is starting to feel like my real life yard, every year I find another spot that is perfect for planting. Thanks Lisa for doing this, its a great idea, sorry it took so long for us to say go for it.
Terry, and Maggie, your stories sound wonderful. Stories like yours are why this garden has exploded with growth. Fantastic job and thanks for being a part of The Wild Rose Press.
Just wanted to tell everyone that I am always available for questions, comments, or concerns. Don't be shy about emailing me its not a problem. I'll put this loop on digest to my email
so I"ll see your posts every day and try to keep up.
I honestly don't know where The Wild Rose Press would be today if we hadn't been so fortunate to have found Lisa. She is our promotional queen and we love her to pieces for all she does to help market the company and our authors.
Thanks Lisa. This is going to be great for posting information, etc. Love it.
Rhonda
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And so we build another garden! This company is starting to feel
like my real life yard, every year I find another spot that is
perfect for planting. Thanks Lisa for doing this, its a great idea,
sorry it took so long for us to say go for it.
Terry, and Maggie, your stories sound wonderful. Stories like yours
are why this garden has exploded with growth. Fantastic job and
thanks for being a part of The Wild Rose Press.
Just wanted to tell everyone that I am always available for
questions, comments, or concerns. Don't be shy about emailing me its
not a problem. I'll put this loop on digest to my email so I"ll see
your posts every day and try to keep up.
I honestly don't know where The Wild Rose Press would be today if we
hadn't been so fortunate to have found Lisa. She is our promotional
queen and we love her to pieces for all she does to help market the
company and our authors.
Thanks Lisa. This is going to be great for posting information,
etc. Love it.
Rhonda
Hi Anne! Hi everybody! I've been busy chatting at the Storyboard today with the SRN authors. Glad to see this group form. It'll be fun sharing and getting to know everyone a little better.
Just got back from a day away and things are busy! Glad to see this group, and hello all the familiar names, and welcome to everyone.
My Champagne Miniature Rose was released yesterday (Friday, Jan. 19th in case Yahoo's being pokey).
Blurb:
Stephanie's lifelong dream is to design toys—sweet, cuddly toys. Instead, she's hired as a glorified typist.And not even with the rest of the marketing department, but way downstairs in the only available office, which she has to share with Brad, who's a total geek.A geek who's happy programming computer games full of explosions.
They agree to ignore each other while Stephanie waits for a desk to open upstairs. But when Brad has girlfriend troubles—like he can't get Lianne, the cocktail waitress to notice him—he swallows his pride and asks Stephanie if she'll teach him how to talk to women.She agrees, but he's having trouble passing her exams.
*********
Here's an excerpt, and there's more on my website about all my WRP releases.
***********
Inside the lobby, Brad's sneakers squeaked on the polished marble floor.An aggregation of suits clustered in front of the elevator.He looked down at his worn jeans and pivoted toward the stairs.Although his office was on the lowest floor occupied by Wilson and Wilkes, it was hardly subterranean.Climbing the four flights would work off the cherry pie, not to mention the frustrations a meal with Kevin seemed to instigate.At the second floor landing, he paused to take off his jacket.
Breathing a little too hard, he pushed open the door at four and a sense of calm washed over him.This was where he belonged.Unexpected strains of classical music drifted down the hall.When he realized the melody came from his office, he quickened his pace.Almost in one motion, he swiped his key card through the lock and pushed the door open.
From behind the spare desk, a woman turned, blinking her large blue eyes at him.
He froze in the doorway."Who the hell are you?And what are you doing with my things?"
###
"Mr. Hewitt?"Stephanie turned off her CD player.She grabbed her glasses from the desk and adjusted them on her nose.The blur at the door turned into a geek in ratty jeans and a faded green SouthPark t-shirt with a black jacket slung over his arm.An unsmiling geek.She tried to decide if he looked more confused or angry.Either way, it was definitely not a glad to see you expression.She came around the desk and extended her hand. "I'm Stephanie Brinks."
His expression hadn't changed, but he took two steps into the room.He nodded, but didn't offer his hand in return.
She gave him the friendliest smile she could muster."You know?Your new office mate?Didn't you get the e-mail?Last Friday?From Mr. Wilkes?"
From:
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Excerpt from House of Lies
My work is
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-----Original Message----- From:
TheWildRosePress@yahoogroups.com [mailto:TheWildRosePress@yahoogroups.com] On Behalf Of Maggie Toussaint Sent: Saturday, January 20, 2007
11:20 AM To:
thewildrosepress@yahoogroups.com Subject: [TheWildRosePress]
Excerpt from House of Lies
Here’s
being said about House of Lies:
“Maggie
Toussaint is a fresh voice filled with talent and characters that step off the
page” – Diana Cosby, Zebra author
“Like a
donut’s cream-filled center, Maggie Toussaint’s debut novel contains
secretive pleasures” – Darlene Gardner, Harlequin SuperRomance
author
“The
perfect blend of heart-warming romance and suspense. House of Lies is a
book you’ll definitely want to curl up with” – Gail Barrett,
award-winning author
“House
of Lies is a tender tale of redemption, forgiveness – and romance”
– Hope Tarr, author of The Haunting
And now,
here’s a snippet from House of Lies:
Without
warning, the black sedan loomed large in her rear view mirror. Her
fingers tightened around the steering wheel. Not now. There was no
place to hide. Worse, there was a bad turn right in front of her.
She decelerated into the curve.
But
the black sedan kept on coming, as if she wasn’t even there, as if the
sharp curve wasn’t dangerous.
As
the sedan closed on her, she noted the front license tag was missing.
Virginia, Maryland, and D.C. required front plates. The hair on the back
of her neck electrified.
Suddenly,
the sedan swerved over in the oncoming traffic lane, alarming Hannah further.
What was the driver thinking? If someone approached from the other
direction, there’d be a three car pile up.
Hannah
glanced anxiously in her side mirror. The windows of the sedan were
tinted so dark she couldn’t tell if the driver was male or female.
It was a nameless faceless menace.
Like
the trolls under her childhood bed.
Her
gut told her this was a bad situation. Her father had warned her time and
again to listen to her gut when faced with danger. Her gut said to get
the heck out of here.
She
stomped on the accelerator just as the sedan whipped towards where her rear
bumper had been. Tires squealed as the sedan veered off the road and then
back. Hannah didn’t wait around to find out if they crashed.
She hurried home.
She
flew through the brick fence posts surrounding her neighborhood, roaring up the
quiet streets, and the sedan faded from sight. Inside the locked garage, she
shut off the car. Her heart hammered wildly.
She
pried her fingers off the steering wheel, slowly flexing her stiff
joints. God. What had just happened? Had someone tried to run
her off the road?
The
sedan’s maneuvers had been deliberate. No amount of hormonal
hysteria on her part would account for the other driver trying to ram her rear
end. If she hadn’t listened to her gut, the cars would’ve
collided. There on that curve, at that speed, it was likely an
inexperienced driver would’ve lost control of the car and spun off into
the ravine.
The
data was easy to interpret. Someone wanted to harm her.
“Maggie Toussaint is a fresh voice filled with talent and characters that step off the page” – Diana Cosby, Zebra author
“Like a donut’s cream-filled center, Maggie Toussaint’s debut novel contains secretive pleasures” – Darlene Gardner, Harlequin SuperRomance author
“The perfect blend of heart-warming romance and suspense. House of Lies is a book you’ll definitely
want to curl up with” – Gail Barrett, award-winning author
“House of Lies is a tender tale of redemption, forgiveness – and romance” – Hope Tarr, author of The Haunting
And now, here’s a snippet from House of Lies:
Without warning, the black sedan loomed large in her rear view mirror. Her fingers tightened around the steering wheel. Not now. There was no place to hide. Worse, there was a bad turn right in front of her. She decelerated into the curve.
But the black sedan kept on coming, as if she wasn’t even there, as if the sharp curve
wasn’t dangerous.
As the sedan closed on her, she noted the front license tag was missing. Virginia, Maryland, and D.C. required front plates. The hair on the back of her neck electrified.
Suddenly, the sedan swerved over in the oncoming
traffic lane, alarming Hannah further. What was the driver thinking? If someone approached from the other direction, there’d be a three car pile up.
Hannah glanced anxiously in her side mirror. The windows of the sedan were tinted so dark she couldn’t tell if the driver was male or female. It was a nameless faceless menace.
Like the trolls under her childhood bed.
Her gut told her this was a bad situation. Her father had warned her time and again to listen to her gut when faced with danger. Her gut said to get the heck out of here.
She stomped on the accelerator just as the sedan whipped towards where her rear bumper had been. Tires squealed as the sedan veered off the road and then back. Hannah didn’t wait around to find out if they crashed. She hurried home.
She flew through the brick fence posts surrounding her neighborhood, roaring up the quiet streets, and the sedan faded from sight. Inside the locked garage, she shut off the car. Her heart hammered wildly.
She pried her fingers off the steering wheel, slowly flexing her stiff joints. God. What had just happened? Had someone tried to run her off the road?
The sedan’s maneuvers had been deliberate. No amount of hormonal hysteria on her part would account for the other driver trying
to ram her rear end. If she hadn’t listened to her gut, the cars would’ve collided. There on that curve, at that speed, it was likely an inexperienced driver would’ve lost control of the car and spun off into the ravine.
The data was easy to interpret. Someone wanted to harm her.
“Maggie Toussaint is a fresh voice
filled with talent and characters that step off the page” – Diana Cosby,
Zebra author
“Like a donut’s cream-filled
center, Maggie Toussaint’s debut novel contains secretive pleasures”
– Darlene Gardner, Harlequin SuperRomance author
“The perfect
blend of heart-warming romance and suspense. House of Lies is a book you’ll
definitely want to curl up with” – Gail Barrett, award-winning
author
“House of Lies
is a tender tale of redemption, forgiveness – and romance” –
Hope Tarr, author of The Haunting
And now, here’s a snippet from House
of Lies:
Without
warning, the black sedan loomed large in her rear view mirror. Her
fingers tightened around the steering wheel. Not now. There was no
place to hide. Worse, there was a bad turn right in front of her.
She decelerated into the curve.
But
the black sedan kept on coming, as if she wasn’t even there, as if the
sharp curve wasn’t dangerous.
As
the sedan closed on her, she noted the front license tag was missing.
Virginia, Maryland, and D.C. required front plates. The hair on the back
of her neck electrified.
Suddenly,
the sedan swerved over in the oncoming traffic lane, alarming Hannah
further. What was the driver thinking? If someone approached from
the other direction, there’d be a three car pile up.
Hannah
glanced anxiously in her side mirror. The windows of the sedan were
tinted so dark she couldn’t tell if the driver was male or female.
It was a nameless faceless menace.
Like
the trolls under her childhood bed.
Her
gut told her this was a bad situation. Her father had warned her time and
again to listen to her gut when faced with danger. Her gut said to get
the heck out of here.
She
stomped on the accelerator just as the sedan whipped towards where her rear
bumper had been. Tires squealed as the sedan veered off the road and then
back. Hannah didn’t wait around to find out if they crashed.
She hurried home.
She
flew through the brick fence posts surrounding her neighborhood, roaring up the
quiet streets, and the sedan faded from sight. Inside the locked garage, she
shut off the car. Her heart hammered wildly.
She
pried her fingers off the steering wheel, slowly flexing her stiff
joints. God. What had just happened? Had someone tried to run
her off the road?
The
sedan’s maneuvers had been deliberate. No amount of hormonal
hysteria on her part would account for the other driver trying to ram her rear
end. If she hadn’t listened to her gut, the cars would’ve
collided. There on that curve, at that speed, it was likely an
inexperienced driver would’ve lost control of the car and spun off into
the ravine.
The
data was easy to interpret. Someone wanted to harm her.
You have a new release. why don't you share an excerpt.
Lisa
Maggie Toussaint <maggietoussaint@...> wrote:
Hey!
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having a great Saturday. Nice and snowy here but at least today I can
stay in by the fire and just watch the snow.
Sheri
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Coming soon from The Wild Rose Press, SALEM'S FIRE
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Hey!
Thought I'd pop in to say hello to everyone on our brand new list!
This is so awesome! I hope we have plenty of writers and readers who
join our yahoo group.
Catch you later!
Maggie Toussaint
House of Lies available now at www.thewildrosepress.com