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Spring. The start of new beginnings and a day to say good bye.
Victoria Adams is retiring her blog.
This is my 1153rd blog post. (Although if you check my states - it isn't because I've been deleting old posts)
I will miss blogging - but it was kind of like talking to myself most of the time.

In the beginning - blogs were lively places - people commented - dialogues ensued.
Blog hops happened on a monthly basis.
Then readers got greedy. They only wanted free books, swag and the grand prize.
They didn't care about our babies. The books we slaved over.
That's why we were here. To promote our books.
Writers stopped handing out the freebies and readers stopped stopping by and commenting.
A sad commentary on modern life.

Soon I will complete the erasure of Victoria from the internet - as best I can. Getting that footprint off is difficult.
I started in February - closing accts to sites that I hadn't visited in 6 years and forgot I was even a member of. Thank heavens for a well organized password book.
I'll delete the last of these posts. Close my Google+, Twitter and FB accts. Leave my Yahoo groups and anything I may have forgotten.

It was a pleasure and a privilege to invite and host so many fabulous authors. Best of luck to all authors and future authors. May your books sell well.

Respectfully,


Victoria Adams

SINS OF THE FATHER BY SHERYL BROWNE

Genre: ThrillerSeries: DI Matthew Adams #2Release Date: 28th Feb 2017Publisher: Choc Lit (Death by Choc Lit)A roller-coaster of a read which you won’t want to put down! Former Police DCI Stuart Gibbon

What if you’d been accused of one of the worst crimes imaginable?
Detective Inspector Matthew Adams is slowly picking up the pieces from a case that nearly cost him the lives of his entire family and his own sanity too. On the surface, he seems to be moving on, but he drinks to forget and when he closes his eyes, the nightmares still come.
But the past is the past or is it? Because the evil Patrick Sullivan might be out of the picture, but there’s somebody who is just as intent on making Matthew’s life hell, and they’re doing it in the cruellest way possible.
When Matthew finds himself accused of a horrific and violent crime, will his family stand by him? And will he even be around to help when his new enemy goes after them as well?
EXCERPTMatthew woke abruptly, hurtled from sleep by a nightmare he thought would never end. Sweat saturating his face, pooling in the hollow of his neck, he pulled himself upright and squinted against the thin trickle of sunlight filtering through the slatted blinds at the window. His first thought was that he had a hangover the size of an airdrome. His second, that they had no blinds at their bedroom window.Easing his legs over the edge of the bed, a wheeze rattling his chest and nausea gripping his stomach as the room revolved in sick-making revolutions around him, his gaze went instinctively to the bedside table. His inhaler was there, the blue curative he carried with him, lined up neatly alongside his phone. Disorientated, Matthew blinked hard. His vision was blurred. His memory? Where the bloody hell was he?A hotel room. Functional, he registered. Scanning his surroundings, he noted the fire instructions pinned to the door, the ancient fire extinguisher on the wall, the dusty circa nineteen eighties carpet. A shithole. Matthew closed his eyes and swallowed against the acrid taste in the back of his throat, then almost had a heart attack as his phone rang, loud and shrill, screeching through his brain like an express train. Scrambling around his mind for some recollection of what had happened the night before, he came up with nothing that was tangible, his tenuous thoughts seeming to slip away, like sea filtering ineffectually through sand. He had a few grainy, grey memories: Jasmine, the apartment, tastefully decorated. The painting, abstract colours intermingling. Coffee. Dripping. Shoes, clacking, like the ominous slow tick of a clock. One shoe. A stiletto. Connor …? Had he been there? Here? Matthew squeezed his eyes shut, tried desperately to remember. Natalie? Christ, no. His phone rang again, sharp, insistent. Becky, it had to be, and Matthew had no clue what to say to her. Attempting to control his escalating panic, to regulate his breathing, he let it ring and reached for his inhaler instead … and then stopped dead. Seeing the crimson stains on his hand, Matthew’s heart somersaulted in his chest.Dried blood, he registered, trying hard not to let the panic, now gripping his gut like a vice, cancel out logical thought. Old blood. His? How old?Bringing both palms shakily to his face, he examined them. They were ingrained with the stuff. He flipped them over. His knuckles were bruised. Right hand. Sweet Jesus, what had he done? Disentangling himself from the duvet, Matthew scrambled to his feet, then quelling the nausea now clawing its way up his windpipe, he checked himself over. Deep wheals ran vertically down his chest. Four. Matthew swallowed hard. Checked his limbs. Found scratches on his arms. His neck, too. He could feel those, raw and sore. His pulse rate ratcheting up, he yanked the duvet back. More blood. Too much. Stark against the grey-white of the sheets. Trying desperately to keep a lid on his emotions, he turned, stumbling towards the bathroom, where he leaned over the toilet and vomited the sparse contents of his stomach. Standing unsteadily, Matthew clutched the sink hard for support. Deep gouges on his cheek, he noted through the mirror, then flinched as a flashback hit him head on: Jasmine, smiling, her eyes, flat and emotionless. Her fingernails trailing down his face, his torso. Her touch had been light. She’d inflicted no damage. So how? Who? Natalie? A fresh image assaulted him, Natalie lying next to him. On top of him. Had he? No! His gaze straying to the wall behind him, Matthew’s legs almost gave way. There were blood spatters on the tiles. Perspiring profusely, he dragged an arm over his forehead. Irregular, splattered all over the walls. Christ, this couldn’t be happening.A terrifying scenario unfurling in his head, Matthew willed himself to turn to the bath. His hand visibly shaking, cold trepidation snaking the length of his spine, he steeled himself to reach for the mould-stained shower curtain, hesitated, and drew it back. A tap dripped, slowly, steadily. Each drip echoing distortedly around the room, sounding like a nail being driven into his coffin. He registered the watery trickle of blood washing over the carcass of a spider wedged in the plughole. No body. Wilting with relief, Matthew turned away. Taking several slow breaths, he grabbed a towel from the rail, whilst simultaneously reaching for the sink tap, and then stopped, his head screaming, his instincts colliding. If he cleaned himself up, he’d be destroying evidence. If he ran … Matthew stared hard at himself in the mirror. More images assailed him, disjointed memories. Surreal, foggy recollections. He’d been here with two women. Jasmine and Natalie. Matthew knew that much. Thought he did. And every indication was that one of those women had been badly injured, or worse, possibly by him. If he was going to call this in, and terrified though he was, his conscience told him he had to, he couldn’t wash. He needed to. The smell in the room was cloying. A woman’s scent. It was all over him. He had to call Becky. Trying to keep calm, to not give into his urge to run from the room and keep running, Matthew headed back to the bedroom, where his phone had been ringing constantly. Whatever had happened, she needed to hear it from him first. He needed to tell her … Tell her what?Something’s happened, but I don’t know what? I think I’ve been set-up but I have no idea why? I might have had sex with someone but it wasn’t intentional?Consensual.No! Disbelieving, Matthew gulped back an immediate deep sense of shame.

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ABOUT SHERYL BROWNE
Heartache, humour, love, loss & betrayal, Sheryl Browne brings you edgy, sexy, heart-wrenching fiction. A member of the Crime Writers’ Association, Romantic Novelists’ Association and shortlisted for the Best Romantic e-book Love Stories Award 2015, Sheryl has several books published and two short stories in Birmingham City University anthologies, where she completed her MA in Creative Writing. Recommended to the publisher by the WH Smith Travel fiction buyer, Sheryl’s contemporary fiction comes to you from award winning Choc Lit.
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Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors on Victoria's Pages of Romance. This is it. My last appearance here and my last blog hop. I am combining my 2 pen names into one and shutting down this blog. Life got too complicated being 2 authors.

From my very quirky little flash fiction romance - Red Tulip - here is today's snippet.



As I looked at my fiancé, a movement behind him caught my gaze. Standing beneath the branches of the old oak, was the man in the long overcoat and next to him was a woman in a long formal gown. I recognized her from the painting in Shamus's library. They smiled at each other then turned their faces and smiled at me. I slightly bowed my head and returned a small smile. They interlinked arms then faded into nothingness Separating from the group and still clutching my flower, I walked to the spot where they'd stood. I stood quietly, staring at the ground. Shamus stopped beside me. "Everything okay?" His voice was tinged with concern."Everything is perfect. And always will be."





Blurb - Darcy O'Calahann, a junior gardener from a small mid-western town, is trying to make her way in the big city.Shamus McTavis is a wealthy bachelor with a mysterious family past.Are Darcy's eyes playing tricks on her? Is she losing her mind? Or is there really a Red Tulip tying her and Shamus together?
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 Welcome to My Sexy Saturday on Victoria's Pages of Romance. This is my last visit. I am closing my blog down in a few days. I have 2 pen names and I am combining them into one. Making life more sane for me.

So here is my final snippet. From the third book in the Circles Trilogy - Circles Interlocked.

Scene set - It is Julie's wedding day and her mother hands her an envelope from Robert. (edited)




A long time ago - in high school - we had to write an assignment for our last English essay. You and I had broken up and everyone was mad at me for being such a bastard. For my essay, I handed in a poem. Yeah me, I wrote a poem. Mrs. Wolmsely liked it - hell, she gave me an "A". I wanted to call it LOVE SUCKS, but I didn't think Mrs. Wolmsely would like that.
She possessed my being -Gave me a future -A life.Our souls intertwined -Fantasies fulfilled
ButReality intruded.One's dream realizedOne's destroyed.A heart brokenThe pain -Where a heart should beA void existed.The expanse of daysBecame years.A dream withered.
By chance -Two faces meetAnd smileLips touchLove strikes once more.
My being possessed -Desires fulfilled -A dream revived.A futureWith Love! 





Circles Interlocked - Having been betrayed by the man she assumed she was destined to be with forever; Julie Anderson slapped Robert Holiday in an angry ending to their brief love affair. Heartbroken that her love affair didn't end with the fairy tale Happily Ever After, Julie leaves town to pursue her dream of being a dancer. As fate has a curious sense of humor, eight years later, they wake up in bed together. Now it is up to love to fix what time cannot mend.Amazon Amazon - CanadaPrint 






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My blog is closing down very soon. I've vented at the world about stupidity, ignorance and preached love yourself - respect yourself - respect others.
Today I end with some humour - nothing motivational - just something to make you smile- as the world needs a lot of that right now.

This is it - my last appearance here. This final long snippet is from my quirky little mystery romance- Red Tulip.



I pulled the key from my lock, dropped it into my purse and searched for my cell. I didn't care who was calling, I wasn't going to check, but I needed to call a cab. It's a long walk to the airport.I ignored the screen and called the local cab company, creatively named – The Cab.While waiting for the taxi to arrive, I called home and left a voice mail requesting to be picked up at the airport. It calmed me to hear my father's voice on the message even if he was telling me they weren't home.A plaintive mew issued from the cat carrier. I unzipped it just enough to poke my hand in and scratch my adorable ball of white fluff with emerald-coloured eyes. Tulip purred and leaned into my fingers that were scratching her ears.The taxi turned the corner and parked next to me. The driver hopped out, held the door open then picked up my suitcase, placed it into the trunk. I settled myself and Tulip. When the driver entered, I said, "Airport, please."He sped away from the curve, hurtling me away from…I clenched my fists. No, I wasn't going to think about Shamus. He made his decision and I was making mind. I picked up Tulip's carrier and rested it on my lap. She peered out the screened end. I wiggled my finger on it and she slapped at it with her dainty paws.Soft music floated from the taxi's radio, as Cher belted out, The Lady is a Tramp.I nodded in agreement. Oh, no, not that Cher's a tramp. I meant the one who snatched Shamus away from me. If ever in my life I harboured the desire to drop poison into someone's drink…I gave myself a shake.Good old Murphy's Law – if anything can go wrong, it will.






Blurb - Darcy O'Calahann, a junior gardener from a small mid-western town, is trying to make her way in the big city.Shamus McTavis is a wealthy bachelor with a mysterious family past.Are Darcy's eyes playing tricks on her? Is she losing her mind? Or is there really a Red Tulip tying her and Shamus together?
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I am closing this blog down March 21st.

Becoming an historical novelist I have been writing fiction for a long time – all my adult life, on and off, in between work and family life. But it was when I decided to study for an MA in Creative Writing that I took the first step to becoming what I now think I am – a writer of historical fiction. Why historical fiction? Well, when I had to choose what to write as the creative piece for the MA, I chose historical fiction mostly just as a change from the contemporary women’s fiction that I had been writing. But the choice was somewhat serendipitous. For, in my twenties, I had written about 10,000 words of a novel set in the fourteenth century and, by chance, I rediscovered the fading handwritten draft languishing in a box of old scribblings. Although, to be frank, the novel’s plot was pretty dire, I found myself drawn to its period and setting. The discovery gave me one of those light bulb moments and, a few days later, I was drafting an outline for the historical novel that is now Fortune’s Wheel.It was true that I had long been intrigued by the mediaeval period, for its relative remoteness in time and understanding, and, I think, for the very dichotomy between the present-day perception of the Middle Ages as ‘nasty, brutish and short’ and the wonders of the period’s art and literature. I wanted to know more about the period, and, through writing an historical novel, I would have the opportunity both to discover the mediaeval past and to interpret it, to bring both learning and imagination to my writing, which is I suppose what all historical novelists do.But what kind of story would I write? What sort of historical novel would it be?There are so many different sub-genres of historical fiction... Yet I somehow knew that I wouldn’t write a medieval mystery, or crime, or romance, or adventure (although mystery, crime, romance and adventure would surely all play a part?). It would not be alternative history, or alternative biography, or time slip. But, if it were none of these, what would it be?What I did know from the start was that I wanted to write a ‘naturalistic’ novel, one that portrayed the lives of medieval people – and in particular ‘ordinary’ people – as naturally and “authentically” as I possibly could. I soon became excited by the idea of building an imaginary mediaeval English village society and populating it with a variety of interesting, albeit ordinary, characters. To make a story, I would of course have to give them challenges to meet and problems to solve, private agonies to bear and public disasters to face. Nonetheless, I thought my novel would be more about the people than the events, more about their interactions with each other than the twists and turns of whatever situations I put them in.And so it has proved to be. I sometimes think of Fortune’s Wheel as a kind of ‘relationship’ novel, but set in the fourteenth century. It is also a novel that focuses mostly on the relationships of women, and the story is told through the voices of women. Although we do hear the words of men, it was the women’s viewpoints that interested me most, if only because women in history often do not get much opportunity to speak. In futureMeonbridge Chronicles, the novel series of which Fortune’s Wheel is the first, it will undoubtedly continue to be the women of fictional Meonbridge who will be revealing their lives to us, and whose voices I hope we will all come to know – and perhaps even love.
FORTUNE’S WHEEL BY CAROLYN HUGHES
Genre: Historical fictionRelease Date: 7th November 2016Publisher: SilverWood Books LtdPlague-widow Alice atte Wode is desperate to find her missing daughter, but her neighbours are rebelling against their masters and their mutiny is hindering the search.
June 1349. In a Hampshire village, the worst plague in England’s history has wiped out half its population, including Alice atte Wode’s husband and eldest son. The plague arrived only days after Alice’s daughter Agnes mysteriously disappeared and it prevented the search for her. Now the plague is over, the village is trying to return to normal life, but it’s hard, with so much to do and so few left to do it. Conflict is growing between the manor and its tenants, as the workers realise their very scarceness means they’re more valuable than before: they can demand higher wages, take on spare land, have a better life. This is the chance they’ve all been waiting for!Although she understands their demands, Alice is disheartened that the search for Agnes is once more put on hold. But when one of the rebels is killed, and then the lord's son is found murdered, it seems the two deaths may be connected, both to each other and to Agnes’s disappearance.
EXTRACT Alice atte Wode, the Millers’ closest neighbour, was feeding her hens when she heard Joan’s first terrible anguished cries. Dropping her basket of seed, she ran to the Millers’ cottage. She wanted to cry out too at what she found there: Thomas and Joan both on their knees, clasped together, with Peter’s twisted body between them, sobbing as if the dam of their long pent-up emotions had burst. Alice breathed deeply to steady her nerves, for she didn’t know how to offer any solace for the Millers’ loss.Not this time.It was common enough for parents to lose children. It didn’t mean you ever got used to their loss, or that you loved them any less than if they’d lived. Few lost five children in as many months. But the Millers had. The prosperous family Alice knew only six months ago, with its noisy brood of six happy, healthy children, had been swiftly and brutally slaughtered by the great mortality.Every family in Meonbridge had lost someone to the plague’s vile grip – a father, a mother, a child – but no other family had lost five.The great mortality, sent by God, it was said, to punish the world for its sins, had torn the village apart. It had struck at random, at the old and the young, the rich and the poor, the innocent and the guilty. Some of its victims died coughing up blood, some with suppurating boils under their arms or next to their privy parts, some covered in dark, blackish pustules. A few recovered, but most did not and, after two or three days of fear and suffering, died in agony and despair, often alone and unshriven for the lack of a priest, when their loved ones abandoned them. After five months of terror, half of Meonbridge’s people were dead.When the foul sickness at last moved on, leaving the villagers to pick up the pieces of their shattered lives, Thomas and Joan Miller went to church daily, to pray for their five dead children’s souls, and give thanks to God for sparing Peter. Then the arrival of baby Maud just a few days ago had brought the Millers a bright ray of hope in the long-drawn-out darkness of their despair.But Peter hadn’t been spared after all.
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ABOUT CAROLYN HUGHES
Carolyn Hughes was born in London, but has lived most of her life in Hampshire. After a first degree in Classics and English, she started her working life as a computer programmer, in those days a very new profession. It was fun for a few years, but she left to become a school careers officer in Dorset. But it was when she discovered technical authoring that she knew she had found her vocation. She spent the next few decades writing and editing all sorts of material, some fascinating, some dull, for a wide variety of clients, including an international hotel group, medical instrument manufacturers and the Government. She has written creatively for most of her adult life, but it was not until her children grew up and flew the nest, several years ago, that creative writing and, especially, writing historical fiction, took centre stage in her life. She has a Masters in Creative Writing from Portsmouth University and a PhD from the University of Southampton.
Fortune’s Wheel is her first published novel, and a sequel is under way.

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I am closing this blog down  March 21.

Don't be one of those people.

This is the last snippet from my NA contemporary hockey romance - A Guy and A Girl. It'll be longish as it's the last and no one checks anyway.

Scene set - Hunter plays his first professional hockey game then goes home and surprises Chelsea.



Hunter begged off celebrating with his teammates. He showered and hurried back to his apartment. As he opened his apartment door, Josh popped the cork on the champagne bottle. Holding an imaginary microphone, Chelsea said, "Having just played your first professional game and having scored a goal and an assist - how do you feel?""Pretty good." Hunter accepted a glass of champagne from his stepfather. "But I'm gonna hurt tomorrow. Took a couple of good clean hits.""To Hunter. For making his dream come true. That goal was a beauty." Richard raised his glass. "Wait until you see it. The puck was in front of you and then it was in the net. The goalie never even saw it."Hunter threw back his head and smiled. "Oh man, when that little red light went on I was just like...YES!"Jean swallowed a mouthful of the bubbly drink. "When the anthem was finished you looked up at the sky...oh, the ceiling I guess. What were you thinking?""Told Gary this game was for him. He's the one who believed in me and pushed me. I don't know if there are spirits, but I know he was there. I could hear him telling me what to do." Hunter sipped his champagne. "But after I scored that goal, he was gone. Guess I'm on my own. He's done his job. Sounds freaky I know, but that's what I felt.""That Banick fellow is big.""Oh Dad, you have no idea. When he skated over, I wondered who put the wall there. All I could see was Tornado jersey, but he dropped his shoulder and I stole the puck." Hunter's grin spread from ear to ear."Well, we can stand here all night or we can have the supper that's sitting on the table getting cold." Amy pointed to the table. As the parents moved towards the dining room, Hunter held Chelsea back. "Let's go out on the balcony for a moment." The sky was black, but covered in sparkling stars and the air was crisp."I haven't had time to come up with some romantic, dramatic thing so I'll just do this the old-fashioned way." He dropped down to one knee and held out a diamond solitaire ring. "I love you, Chelsea. And I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me?"Chelsea clapped to her hand to her mouth. "Yes!"Hunter stood and slipped the finger onto her trembling finger. "I decided today. I so wanted to protect you this morning. And when you weren't pregnant, I realized how unhappy that made me and how much I want to be with you. Forever. You wanted a commitment. And I'm ready." He placed his finger under her chin and lifted her mouth to meet his. Chelsea was the one he wanted to share his life with, no doubts. She was the special piece he needed to complete his puzzle.When he released the kiss, Chelsea stared at her ring. "I...I...I'm speechless. I can't think of anything to say."Hunter chuckled. "You said all the right stuff. You said yes.""Yes I did. I mean it. Yes! Yes! Yes! A thousand times yes!""Let's go tell our parents." Hunter slid the balcony door open.Chelsea grinned. "I know exactly how to do this."Hand in hand, Chelsea and Hunter walked into the dining room. Chelsea held out her left hand. "Mom, I need to hire you. Hunter and I have a wedding to plan."


 



Blurb
Lies, deceits and secrets - not a good way to begin a relationship.After an ugly past forced Hunter Connolly to escape to Europe, the talented hockey player is back in North America and determined to land a position with a professional team. But he can’t hide from his past forever, especially when his beautiful classmate, Chelsea, forces him to reexamine his life. Soon, hockey is not his first priority anymore.Chelsea Henderson is a bright co-ed working towards her dream of being a professional dancer. She forms a unique friendship with one of her father’s newest recruits and would love nothing more than to take it to the next level. However, there’s just one small problem. He doesn’t know she’s his coach’s daughter.Amid the deceptions, danger lurks closer than they could ever imagine. Will fate contrive to rip the young lovers apart? Or will Hunter and Chelsea have their shot at love?Amazon EcopyPrint Copy
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DEAD HOPE BY NICKY WELLS
Genre: Thriller/Romantic SuspenseRelease Date: 23 February 2017
Cat Hope doesn’t want to go to prison. She needs a job, and she needs it fast: judge’s orders. Caught in a drugs raid while trying to dull the pain of her parents’ deathaversary, Cat is serving a ‘rehab’ sentence under a new identity in the deepest depths of rural nowhere.Kay Mahon, office worker by day and hacker by night, is on the run from a past life that he’d rather not remember.When their paths cross, they discover that the night that derailed Cat’s future nineteen long years ago also changed the path of Kay’s life. Confused and intrigued, they begin to investigate the truth behind the deaths of the successful rock star couple Jackie and Adam Hope. Little do they know that their quest is putting Cat in grave danger. After Cat goes missing, Kay finally puts the pieces together. But how is he going to find Cat and her abductor in a place as big as London before it is too late?
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ABOUT NICKY WELLS
N.I. Wells writes mind-bending thrillers and psychological dramas featuring feisty heroes and extraordinary villains. DEAD HOPE is the first published novel in her “Wake Up Dead” themed thriller series, with the next two books scheduled for release through the course of 2017 and 2018.
Writing under the alternative pen name of Nicky Wells, N.I. Wells has previously published seven works of romantic fiction with US publishing house, Sapphire Star Publishing, as well as independently.
Born in Germany, N.I. Wells moved to the United Kingdom in 1993 and currently lives in Lincoln with her husband and their two boys. She loves listening to rock music, dancing, and eating lobsters. When she’s not writing, she’s hopelessly addicted to reading crime novels by the truck load.
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