Monday, March 12, 2018

Script Writing... Still lovin' it!

I've written two scripts already. One for my romantic comedy "Dreaming of You" and one for my romantic comedy "Finding the Perfect Man". But out of all my romantic comedy stories, "Ten Ways to Win a Man", my top selling romantic comedy, is my favorite. (previously titled "Her Own Fairy Godmother" and "Winning Mr. Wrong").

Here is a sample of the script:

INT. / EXT. Cyndi's car - evening

Cyndi drives her BMW into the one-car garage and pushes on the brake with her bare foot. She kills the engine, yanks the keys out of the ignition, and throws them in her purse. She grips the steering wheel and stares ahead. She frowns. After a few seconds, she sighs, turns and grasps her briefcase that's sitting on the passenger seat, along with the broken high-heeled shoe. She opens the door and climbs out, shutting it behind her.

Walking shoe-less, she heads toward her townhouse. She fumbles in her purse, trying to find her keys, but she can't see them. Something catches her attention from the street. Shadows move underneath the street light as throaty giggles float in the breeze. A couple are embracing as they lean against a car.

DAMIEN GIOVANNI - The Italian Stallion, late twenties, hair black as night, gorgeous and muscular - her next-door neighbor and friend for the past five years, was at it again. Doing what he did best - turning romance into a career. He holds a gorgeous blonde woman in his arms, toying with her emotions.

Cynthia chuckles softly and shakes her head. Taking quiet steps so he doesn't see her, she moves up the walkway. Through the stillness of the night, she can hear Damien and BARBIE-wannabe's conversation.

Damien pushes away from the woman, grinning.

I'll catch you later.

Barbie wags her fingers at him in a goodbye wave.

Call me.

Why? You have my number.

Cynthia snorts a soft laugh as she nears her front porch. She stops just underneath the porch light, still trying to find her keys. Growling, she positions the briefcase under one arm to free up both hands in order to hold the purse and search for her keys. Finally locating them, she then balances everything in her arms as she bends and aims the key for the keyhole.

Do you need any help, mi amore?

Cyndi jumps, dropping everything in her hands. Being unsteady, she falls to the cement and lands on her butt.

(glares up at him)
Damien Giovanni, why do you always sneak up on me like that?

Damien grabs her car keys before taking her arm and helping her stand.

Because I like the way you jump.

She folds her arms across her chest.

Just give me my keys. I'm not in a teasing mood this evening.

He dangles the keys in front of her, wagging his eyebrows in the cocky, infuriating - charming - way of his.

What are the magic words?

Emergency, 9-1-1?

He tilts his head back and laughs. The porch light illuminates his handsome features; straight nose, strong chin, and lips.

Oh, mi amore, you really know how to tickle my funny bone.

Cyndi grabs her keys.

Yeah, well... you really know how to irritate me sometimes.

As she slides the house key into the lock, Damien leans against the outside wall, grinning wide. She doesn't want to look at him for too long, but she finds herself meeting his gaze. Slowly, his grin disappears.

How are you handling things today? It's been one month since Tim left.

It has? I haven't even noticed.

Damien cups her chin so that she can't look away.

I know you too well. Don't act like you don't know that today is the anniversary of your break-up.

I'm glad he left. My life has been much better without him. So I'm really okay. I promise.

Nodding, he drops his hand, and his smile returns, but not fully.

Okay. If you say so, but don't get upset at me for worrying about you. One day you're going to thank me, you know.

Cyndi grins.

The only time I'll thank you will be in your dreams, buddy.
Damien narrows his gaze and stars dreamily at her.

My dear Cynthia Randall, it will be in your dreams. 

He winks, turns, and walks into his townhouse.

Monday, February 19, 2018

Welcome Mary Martinez!

Mary has a new release! Check it out...

Abandoned (Book VI) The Beckett Series

Glenna Beckett loves her family dearly, but being the youngest of six can be overwhelming. Moving across country helped her learn who she was outside the family. She’s built a successful business in the form of a quaint shop on Main Street of Calistoga, that sells a bit of everything vintage, the new age term for antique. What more does she need?

Then he walked into her shop. International playboy, Lance Gordon. After a whirlwind courtship he asks her to marry him. Burying a niggle of doubt in the pit of her tummy, she says yes. He’s even agreed to have the wedding in Brooklyn so her family can attend. But he never arrives.

Glenna refused to believe she’d been abandoned at the altar and asks her brother, Tyler, to contact an agent friend on the West Coast to search for Lance.

Patrick McGinnis can’t believe he’s walking into a prissy shop in the high end of the Napa Valley searching for a missing groom. The bride, Glenna Beckett, is everything he feared, drop dead gorgeous, and a spoiled brat. Not that he’d ever tell her brother that. He hates wild goose chases, and this mission is exactly that. Patrick’s certain the playboy fiancé is off wooing some other delectable creature.

Unfortunately, once Patrick started to dig, he finds there’s more to the tale and it will take all his skills as an agent to keep Glenna safe. Especially when the case takes a turn and threatens the safety of his son, Finn.

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Patrick McGinnis thumbed his phone off and dropped the thing on the table with a thud. What had he just agreed to? He held in a groan, barely.
“What’s up dad? You look like you just ate a sour grape.”
Finnegan, his sixteen-year old son, and the joy of his life, walked to the cupboard and pulled out a bowl. He filled it with cereal and added milk and then joined Patrick at the table. He dipped his spoon for a large scoop, and as he brought it to his mouth, Finn gave him the I’m waiting look.
“I just received a call from an old friend,” he said in way of explanation, he really didn’t like talking work with his son.
“It must not have been a good conversation.”
“It was good to catch up. He was with me at Quantico.” Best to focus on the old acquaintance part.
“Dad, I’m in high school. You can stop sheltering me now. He must have called for a reason. One you’re not too thrilled about. What’s up?” He repeated his earlier question.
Damn, Finn was growing up to fast. And the kid was right. He had a tendency to shield him from his work. Something he’d always tried to do, but more since Finn was three and the worst thing that could ever happened to a child had happened.
“Tyler is an agent in New York, however, he has a sister in Calistoga.”
His son let out a hoot of laughter. “Match-making from the east coast.”
“Ha, ha. No, his sister seems to have lost her fiancé and her assistant.”
“What they elope and left her behind? Why’d he call you?”
“The fiancé never arrived at the wedding. And then when his sister went to open her shop she found the assistant had been shot.”
“Oh.” Finn ate for a few minutes in silence. “Does the lost fiancé and the dead assistant have something to do with each other?”
“That’s one of the things Ty wants me to find out.”
Finn suspended his spoon half way to his mouth. “What is the other?”
“He wants me to find the missing fiancé for his sister.” He pulled his fingers through his hair. “It’s a wild goose chase if you ask me. If the guy had wanted to get married he’d have been at the wedding.”
“You’d think, unless he couldn’t.”
Patrick contemplated his son. He would make a good detective. He’d already helped solve a few of his cases, by just listening and making comments that brought other solutions to mind. Patrick wasn’t sure he wanted that for his son. He loved being a federal agent. For a while, after the incident with his son, he’d tried something else. However, his true passion was law enforcement and he’d been placed back on duty within the year.
You couldn’t help where your heart led you. No matter the consequences. 
“That is what I need to find out.” He stood and poured more coffee into his cup to warm up the cooling liquid. He leaned a hip on the counter while he sipped. “What’s going on at school today?”
Finn finished his cereal and stood to wash his bowl out. He appeared to be thinking as he put his dishes in the dishwasher.
“I have an algebra test. Just a fair warning, Dad, it’s kicking my ass.”
“Language son.” But he smiled, he’d heard a lot worse. “I have a few minutes do you need my help?”
His son gave him a skeptical look, which was well warranted. Algebra had thoroughly kicked his ass in high school, too, to the point he’d needed Saturday morning classes to pass the damn class.
After a moment he answered. “No, Mrs. Stewart said she’d meet me before school.”
“Old Mrs. Stewart is still there? I had her for Algebra.” He smiled and resisted the urge to ruffle his son’s hair. Since the boy was almost as tall as he was, it’d be a little awkward anyway. “You’re in good hands then. Do you want me to drop you on my way to Calistoga?”

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Author Bio:
Mary lives in Magna, a little town west of Salt Lake City, Utah. Together with her husband, she has six grown children, and six wonderful grandsons and five beautiful granddaughters. She loves to spend time with family and friends--she includes good books as friends!

Mary and her husband love to travel, especially to the Caribbean for relaxing, and Italy for the wine. And most recently she discovered she was Irish and Scottish, of course they had to visit Ireland and Scotland. Mary fell in love with both, but the green hills of Ireland felt like home.  With the experience from the exotic places she has visited, she is able to fill her books with colorful descriptions of cities, painting a colorful backdrop for her characters. One of her favorite US destinations is New York/Brooklyn, where her beloved Beckett's live. When she visits, she can wander their neighborhoods, favorite parks, and visit their favorite pub, Putnum's.

They are avid concert ‘Ho’s’! Yes, they pretty much want to do them all. They love outdoor amphitheaters the best and attend as many during the warmer months as possible.

Mary writes mostly romantic suspense, romance, women's fiction, and she has just begun to dabble in young adult mystery. She is a member of Romance Writers of America (RWA). During her writing career she has been a conference coordinator, workshop presenter, and chapter president for the Utah Chapter of RWA. In 2007 she was presented with the Utah RWA service award in acknowledgment and appreciation for outstanding service. Mary has also participated in numerous library panels on writing and co-presented a workshop on writing a series at the League of Utah Writers conference.

Mary and her husband are also enthusiastic college football fans. They have season tickets to the UTES, University of Utah Football and they tailgate every game. They love tailgating so much, that they were married at a tailgating in 1999.

Friday, January 5, 2018

Happy New Year 2018!!

I'm only five days late... But I've been sick since New Year's Day, thankfully, I'm better now.

I saw this video on FB the other day, that said - "If your name is Marie or Louise, 2018 will be your best year yet!"  I sure hope it's true, because then it'll be MY year for more dreams to come true.

Goals for 2018

* Finish my Fairy Tale stories (I only have 6 of them... lol)
* Finish my script writing on the 2 projects I've started
* Continue to look for an agent to help me sell my movie scripts

Only three goals should be easy to do, right? hahaha

I have a new book cover. I can't wait to finish this story and release it. (Will be released in February) AND I'll be writing a movie script for this book, too. Hopefully this year.

Sunday, December 17, 2017

Holiday Blog Share

Prizes include $60 Amazon Gift Card
Surprises from each other listed below...

I'll be giving away my NEW Christmas Romantic Comedy, A Thrill of Hope.

Holly Kidman is determined to be the best movie-producer California has ever seen…until her mother’s broken leg ruins Holly’s plans and she must return home for the holidays. During her stay in her home town of Timberland, Montana, fate throws her with a man she’d rather not be around. And yet, once she can get past old grudges, she realizes the charming man and his large ranch inspire her more than she thought possible. Dare she hope for her dream-come-true?
Rafe Montgomery is pleasantly surprised when Holly suddenly returns to town. Still haunted by the one, less than eloquent, kiss they’d shared years ago, he’s disappointed by the haughty attitude she’s come back with. His hope is to change the stubborn and unforgiving woman he’s slowly having feelings for and to show her what Christmas is all about.

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For years, my family's tradition was to put up the Christmas tree the day after Thanksgiving. We would bring up the tree (we have a fake) and the boxes of ordainments. We'd pop in one of our favorite Christmas movies (Home Alone, Christmas Vacation, or Scrooged (with Bill Murray). While the movie was playing, the family would set up the tree.
Now that the kids have grown and we have grandkids, we still try to keep this tradition.

Blog Line up:

Dec. 11 - Lois Winston Killer Crafts & Crafty Killers log: www.anastasiapollack.blogspot. com
Giving away her ebook - Elementary, My Dear Gertie

Dec. 12 - Catherine Green: 
Giving away ebook - Christmas with the Vampires

Dec. 13 - Stanalei Fletcher
Giving away ebook - Tell It Like It Is

Dec. 14 - Doree Anderson:
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Dec. 15 - Kathryn E. Jones:
Giving away ebook - Tie Died

Dec. 16 - Karl Beckstrand:
Giving away ebook - Anna's Prayer and Muffy & Valor

Dec. 17 - Marie Higgins ME

Dec. 18 - Mary Martinez
Giving away ebook - Profit (Book V The Beckett Series)

It's easy to enter the $60 Amazon Gift Card. Here is what you need to do...

* Visit the different blogs on their dates
* Leave a comment

Monday, December 4, 2017

Book #47 - NEW Christmas Romance

I'm so happy to introduce you to my NEW Christmas Romance - A Thrill of Hope.

If you love watching the Hallmark Channel's Christmas Romances... Then this story is for YOU!

Holly Kidman is determined to be the best movie-producer California has ever seen…until her mother’s broken leg ruins Holly’s plans and she must return home for the holidays. During her stay in her home town of Timberland, Montana, fate throws her with a man she’d rather not be around. And yet, once she can get past old grudges, she realizes the charming man and his large ranch inspire her more than she thought possible. Dare she hope for her dream-come-true?

Rafe Montgomery is pleasantly surprised when Holly suddenly returns to town. Still haunted by the one, less than eloquent, kiss they’d shared years ago, he’s disappointed by the haughty attitude she’s come back with. His hope is to change the stubborn and unforgiving woman he’s slowly having feelings for and to show her what Christmas is all about.

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Holly Kidman peeked around the thick, gray curtains as she stood backstage. Children of all ages were in attendance, all wearing different costumes, for their first dress rehearsal. Off stage, Mrs. Peterson sat at the piano, practicing the song O Holy Night – one of Holly’s favorites. Shifting from one foot to the other, Holly studied everyone in the town’s Christmas production. But her gaze stopped on one person… the cutest boy she’d ever seen. Steve Montgomery.
She giggled, and quickly slapped a hand over her mouth so the other kids wouldn’t hear her. At least twenty kids – ages ranging from six to seventeen – wore costumes resembling the story of Jesus’ birth. This year, she was excited to play the part of the angel, and Steve Montgomery, played one of the Wise Men. Everyone looked as though they had just walked out of the pages of yesteryear. Her mom was the best seamstress in Montana, having created all the costumes.
Sighing, Holly leaned her face against the wall, continuing to stare at Steve. He was her first real crush, and even though she was only twelve, she knew the difference between infatuation and having deep feelings. She rolled her eyes. Despite her parents telling her differently. Holly loved the way her heart skipped whenever Steve was near. His voice made her sigh with happiness.
Voices from the stage snapped Holly out of her daydreaming. Her mother shouted directions at those gathered around the edge of the stage. Tonight, her mother’s role wasn’t that of the town’s seamstress, instead, her mother was the director of the play. She wanted everything perfect – just like she’d done for the past seven years. People in their small Montana town respected Mrs. Kidman. Holly smiled. She would grow up to be just like her… except Holly just wanted to work on a real movie set, helping the actors and the stage crew.
The scent of eggnog and hot chocolate wafted through the air. Holly swung her attention toward the back of the stage, way behind the curtains, where a refreshment table had been set up for the cast and crew. Her stomach grumbled with the tantalizing smell of jelly donuts.
Mrs. Peterson played a wrong note on the piano, creating an ear-piercing screech. Holly cringed and peered down toward the older woman sitting on the piano bench. For a brief moment, the whole room quieted. Holly wrinkled her nose, hoping the woman would quickly get back on key. When Mrs. Peterson plays a wrong note, everyone notices.
Her mother’s voice boomed with authority again, bringing everyone’s attention back to her as she instructed the children on their cues, and when to start singing. Mrs. Peterson started the beginning of the song, once more. This time, she played perfectly.
Holly took that moment to switch her focus to Steve once again. He stood with the other two Wise Men. He fidgeted, tugging on his fancy robe, and adjusting the jeweled turban on his head. One of the other “Wise Men” in their trio, leaned over to Steve and whispered something in his ear. Steve’s gaze swung toward Holly… and stopped. She sucked in a surprised breath and jerked back. Did he know she’d been watching him? Hopefully, not. That would be too embarrassing.
Heat rushed to her face, so she slowly moved away from the curtains. Steve’s older brother, Rafe, and Sarah Carrington walked past her, heading toward the refreshment table. They played Joseph and Mary. They were both in high school. Some of Holly’s friends played the parts of sheep and cows. Her best friend, Melissa, played the part of the donkey. Melissa wasn’t too thrilled about that part, though. Thankfully, every year Holly’s mother gave everyone a chance to play a different character.
Melissa tugged on the stuffed donkey head, grumbling her distaste as she walked toward the front of the stage. Holly sympathized with her friend. Last year Holly had played the donkey.
She stopped in front of a full-length mirror. As soon as she gazed at her reflection, she gasped. My hair! Why hadn’t anyone told her that her hair was messy and tangled around the halo that had been placed crookedly on her head? She lifted her hands and tried to rearrange her brown curls. As the angel, she played one of the major parts in the play. She definitely couldn’t look like she’d just crawled out of bed.
Someone stopped behind her, and her attention moved from her reflection to another friend of hers, Lynda. This year, Lynda played the Innkeeper’s wife. Holly smiled and turned to greet her friend.
Lynda clasped her forearm, leaned in, and whispered, “I have it all figured out.”
“You do? What is that?”
Lynda glanced around and then met Holly’s stare again. She flipped her black hair over her shoulder. “I’m going to get you and Steve together.” She lowered her voice. “I want you to go into the prop room. Keep the lights off. I’ll tell Steve that you have a surprise for him, and I’ll have him go into the prop room, too.” Lynda’s smile widened. “You can kiss him and tell him how you feel.”
Holly sucked in an excited breath. “Do you think it’ll work?”
“There’s only one way to know.” She motioned her hands toward the prop room. “Now go!”
Holly’s heart pounded as she peered back at her reflection. Her face shone a brilliant red, contrasting greatly with the white angel dress she wore. She placed her cold hands on her heated face. Could this really work? Steve was the most popular boy in her class. Could he possibly share her feelings?
On shaky legs, she walked slowly to the props room. Ideas of what could possibly happen in the room spun through her mind. Her grin stretched wider the closer she came. She finally would be able to experience her very first kiss!
She reached the door without anyone noticing or stopping her. Her hand trembled as she placed it on the doorknob and turned. The old hinges squeaked, and she peeked over her shoulder to see if anyone heard. Thankfully, nobody looked her way. Without any more hesitation, she hurried inside and closed the door. The room was dark, just as it should be. The light from underneath the door helped her to see where she was going. She took three steps back and bumped into a shelf. She stopped. Not daring to go any farther.
The next few minutes crept by painfully – and nerve-wrackingly – slow. In the distance, her mother’s voice bounced off the walls and Mrs. Peterson continued to play the piano, but so far, nobody had ventured back toward the prop room. Not yet, anyway.
Holly twisted her shaky hands against her belly. The puffs of her uneven breathing matched the speedy rhythm of her heartbeat. The longer she waited, the faster her heart pounded.
Soon, hurried footsteps neared the door. Her gaze dropped to the floor, but this time, the small amount of light was gone. Had someone turned off the lights in this section of the stage?
As the doorknob turned, she closed her eyes and held her breath. This just had to work!
The door opened and someone entered quickly, shutting the door behind them just as fast. The scent of vanilla and cedar closed around her, touching her senses. Suddenly, his hands clamped onto her shoulders. She couldn’t breathe from the excitement of it all.
She opened her mouth, preparing to sigh his name, but the words were stopped. His lips brushed against hers. She sucked in a quick breath as she opened her eyes. But she couldn’t see his face very well, except for his closed eyes… just as hers should be.
He’s kissing me!
Trying to calm herself and enjoy the moment, she pressed her hands against his chest and cuddled closer. Strange, but she never figured him having such a muscular chest. And he was taller than she thought he’d be. It didn’t matter. She’d love him no matter what.
As she relaxed, she participated fully in the kiss. She wouldn’t tell him this was the first time a boy had kissed her. Instead, she’d just mimic the way he was kissing her. That’s what Melissa had once told her to do, anyway.
He broke the kiss, pulling back. “Mmm… Nice.”
Smiling, she sighed. “Oh, Steve. I love you so much.”
She fluttered her eyes open and peered into his face. The light must have come on from out in the other room, because she could see him better. But… it wasn’t Steve. For some reason, his older brother, Rafe – the one who was the junior varsity quarterback for the football team – had taken Steve’s place.
His eyes widened and he jumped back. “You’re not Cindy.”
A small squeak exited her throat before she could stop it. She retreated quickly, bumping into the shelves again, but harder this time. They shook. A plastic bottle rolled from the top and just missed her head on its way to the floor.
Panic grew on his expression as his gaze moved off her and to the tipping shelves. Immediately, he brought up his arms, catching the shelves from toppling. His hands braced on the ledges, which imprisoned her between his body and the thick pieces of wood against her back.
All she could do was stare into his wide eyes as humiliation soaked through her, because once again, her chest was pressed intimately against his. His gaze was locked on her eyes for the longest time as if he tried to read her thoughts. Ragged breaths blew against her face, and were just as erratic as her own. Heat scorched every inch of her body, and his eyes touched something deep in her soul, confusing her.
Once the shelves were stilled, Rafe dropped his hands and stepped back. His gaze shifted around the room, but it wasn’t on her.
“I-I thought you were Cindy. I had planned for Cindy to be in here with me,” he mumbled.
She swallowed hard, trying to get the sudden ball of cotton from growing any bigger in her throat. “I’m sorry. My friend told me to come in here because Steve was going to meet me,” she managed to squeak out.
Rafe’s attention jumped to hers. He scowled. “My brother was going to be here?”
“I-I thought so.”
Rafe folded his arms across his chest. “Well, obviously, there was a bad mix-up.”
Humiliation sank deeper inside of her. If only there was a hole to hide inside, now would be the time to bury herself and cover her head with the dirt.
“Sorry, I kissed you.” Rafe practically spit out the words.
He moved past her and swung open the door. He stopped instantly. Curiosity grew inside of her and she peeked around him to see what had captured his interest. Standing not more than ten feet in front of them were Steve and the other two Wise Men, laughing and pointing fingers. Cindy also stood off to the side, aiming her glare on Rafe as she tapped her foot angrily. Frowning, the girl shook her blonde head of curls, turned, and ran away.
“Cindy, wait!” Rafe darted after the other girl.
Tears stung Holly’s eyes as she cautiously stepped out of the room and walked in front of the three popular boys in her class. Her heart broke into tiny pieces as she made her way to find her mother. This wasn’t good at all, and she was sure they were going to spread rumors about her.
And what about Rafe? Did he even care that he’d kissed her? He sure didn’t look like he was sorry. He was more worried about chasing Cindy.
Embarrassment settled in her soul. She’d never be able to look at Rafe again. Plain and simple, she wouldn’t. Not ever. For the rest of her life, she’d avoid him as much as possible.