First Page Friday ~ ACCORDING TO PLAN

This was the first manuscript I ever sold in 2010. In 2014 I received my publishing rights back for ATP and seven other publications. In 2015 I re-published According to Plan under my own name (after taking out the naughty bits...). Today, I'm sharing the first page from Tank and Shelby's story.

Blurb:

Shelby Stewart's been hired for the biggest case of her career. Locate missing socialite Harrison Grant. To complicate matters, her estranged husband lands on her doorstep. He's also on the hunt for Harrison, albeit for a completely different reason. Harry is the prime suspect in the grisly murder of a call girl in L.A.

Agent Jake Steele, aka Tank, is deep undercover as a P.I., and sometimes there's collateral damage in his line of work. His marriage to Shelby is one of them. With her life in danger, he lets her think he left for another woman. When this case is over, he means to win back the heart and trust of Shelby, the only woman he's ever loved.

However, there's another person who has their eye on Shelby and will stop at nothing to possess her.

From an attempted kidnapping to an explosion with deadly consequences, this is not your average missing person's case.

First Page:
A hint of rain lingered in the air without breaking the stifling heat. Seated in my office, which I’m sure was a broom closet in a former life, sweat threatened to trickle down the inside of my bra. I hated being cooped up on days like this and longed to be outside. At least if I was on the job, I could duck into a coffee shop for some air-conditioned relief, but long overdue paperwork threatened to topple off my desk. Despairing this day would never end, freedom arrived with the ringing of my desk phone. I pounced on it like a cat with a new toy.
“Stewart Agencies. This is Shelby.”
“Our son is missing,” a deep, modulated voice said with no preamble.
 I found that odd, but with the angst that rides alongside a missing family member the man obviously did not want to waste precious time. I grabbed a note pad and asked, “How old is your son, Mr...?
“Grant. Raymond Grant. Harrison is thirty.”
I fell against the back of my chair, admittedly stunned by the caller’s identity. Raymond Thurston Grant was one of our state’s more influential political insider, a behind the scenes kind of guy. It was rumored he even had the ear of the President. Harrison, the spoiled chubby little cherub, was his only son. How could he be missing? My take on Harrison was that he wouldn’t stray far from the family home, or more specifically, the family money. Plus, mommy’s apron strings only stretched so far. Still….
“How long has he been missing?”
“I don’t have time for small talk, Miss Stewart. Be at our home in forty-five minutes.”
Before I could reply, Mr. Grant hung up.

 There you go. I hope you enjoyed this vignette.


Happy Valentine's Day

Hubby and I don't "celebrate" Valentine's Day. It's just not what we do. I think it's because we say 'I love you' every day. The only exception being when he's away on a trip, and even then he usually FaceTime's me, or sends a text.

With hubby having served in the military and being away (anywhere from three weeks to months at at time, AND losing many, many friends during that time) we make sure to always say I love you. You truly do not know from one minute to the next if you will still walk this earth.

The biggest tragedy we faced was in 1985 when two Hercules crashed mid-air. We lost ten friends in a split second. The part that sent shivers running up and down my spine was the fact hubby was invited to join them. It was a three plane formation (rare for Herc's), but he'd just returned from a search and rescue mission and was bagged. All he wanted to do was go home and catch some zzzzz's. Other friends and family were not so lucky.

This is why every day is Valentine's day in our house and why I urge you to always hug someone you love. You just don't know...


P.S.: Hug someone you love today....

WEEKEND WRITING WARRIORS #69

What a week! I won an award for my book CAROLINE (Read More), and am still waiting to hear back from the doctor. Normally I wouldn't care because I retired early from my job, but we're trying to plan a family vacation and Murphy Law states that the minute you pick a date and are non-refundable... then they'll call with a day sometime in the middle of your fabulous vacay.

At the time of this writing we are in the midst of a freezing rain warning. Blech. Top Gun gets home from Santiago, Chili tonight where the weather is 37C, which for you non-Celsius users is 98.6F. This translates in any formula as HOT, HOT, HOT.

Go figure. I've got a skating rink down my driveway and he had to stay inside so he wouldn't burn. You know where I'd rather be.

Onto this weeks snippet for Weekend Writing Warriors, which is what we are all here for. I'm sharing from Georgiana. (As God as my witness, I WILL finish her this year - I'm channeling Scarlet O'Hara here, in case you wondered) The Duke of Adborough is with Darcy and his cousin the Colonel, about to tell them how Sir Reginald Slade may attempt to court Darcy's sister Georgiana solely for her substantial dowry.
“That brings me to the purpose of my visit.” He set down his drink and braced his hands on his thighs and said, “George heard rumors of Sir Reginald Slade making inquiries about Miss Darcy.”
“What type of inquiries?”
“Of her dowry and value of any inheritance.”
“He must know she gets none of Pemberley, not with Elizabeth giving Darcy two fine sons,” the Colonel blurted out before he stood and began to pace.
“This by itself is not earth shattering, Richard. Adborough must have good reason to bring this to our attention.”
“George told me Slade is in over his head, with his estate mortgaged to the rafters and all his holdings are nothing but vowels in the hands of those he has wagered against and lost. You’d do well to direct your sister to avoid him at all costs.”
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Do We Deserve Grace?

First, let's define what 'grace' means.

Grace means to get something you do not deserve. Hand in hand with grace walks mercy. Mercy means you do not get the punishment you deserve. God is abundant in grace and mercy and we can read all about it in the Bible. I'm going to share one verse and also a video of Matt Redman singing his song, "Your Grace Finds Me".
Therefore, since we have been made righteous by faith, we have peace with God through Lord Y'Shua Messiah also through Whom we have had access by faith into this grace in which we stand and boast in hope of the glory of God.
Romans 5: 1-2