Sneak Off and Read: Lines about A VOW, PROMISE, OR COMMITMENT, #RSsos #RomSuspense

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#OneLineSunday by #RSsos Lines about A VOW, PROMISE, OR COMMITMENT for a great start to the week. Enjoy!


“Promise if anything like this ever happens again, you call the police first and then David and me.”

Marsha West


Until Nate freed his men, it was celibacy all the way. He’d taken a vow and everything.

Sharon Wray
Every Deep Desire 


“I was being polite—just like you taught me—and said hello back. That’s all. I promise. I didn’t hit him. I didn’t yell at him. Nothing.”

Vicki Batman


She lifted an elegant eyebrow over sleepy eyes. “I promise to be on good behavior for the duration of my stay. But if you don’t move your foot out of my way, I’m going to slam this door so hard you’re going to be walking with a limp for the next month.

Jacquie Biggar


Tears invoked from AJ’s vows glistened in Quin’s eyes…

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Filling in The Blanks

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One of the maladies—and joys—of being a “pantser” novelist is that the story’s not over until it’s over. The raw, clay model of a novel can be reshaped, added to, and trimmed at any point in the process. Just like a sculpture.

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There is no outline. No rubric. Nothing written in stone. Anything, and everything, can change at any point along the way.

I am a devout, committed pantser: can’t write by an outline if my life depended on it. It would be like feeding hemlock to my muse. But the novel I’m working on now has been giving me fits. Why? Because I veered off my path of “purist pantser.”

First, because unlike many of my previous works, I actually have a working synopsis. Did I work long and hard on this? No. It’s a pantser synopsis. It sort of came to me, all in a jumbled lump…

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Sneak Off and Read: Lines about A STATEMENT OR ANNOUNCEMENT, #RSsos #RomSuspense

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#OneLineSunday by #RSsos Lines about A STATEMENT OR ANNOUNCEMENT for a great start to the week. Enjoy!


I thought the terrible twos would be the hardest part of raising a child. Boy, was I wrong.

Stephanie Taylor
Sharp Blades (work in progress)


If you’d ever been half a father to me, maybe I wouldn’t have been so fucking lonely that nothing else mattered.”

Kathryn Jane


“At dinner, I’ll solemnly promise to come home more and up to Oklahoma City to visit you guys, too. I’ll redirect Mom. I promise.”

Marsha West


“Juliet,” Rafe’s voice was so broken she almost couldn’t hear the words, “No matter what the world says, and regardless of what you believe, you’ll always be my wife.”

Sharon Wray
Every Deep Desire 


“I am not sleeping with you,” she hissed, all but stamping her foot. Lapis-lazuli eyes snapped like fireflies and her fists clenched at her sides…

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Painted Rocks, Joy, and Childhood Revisited

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I grew up spending my summers at the beach, and one of our favorite pastimes was collecting rocks and shells, and painting them.

Well, imagine my surprise when I recently discovered adults all around the world have taken to painting rocks, and tucking them in fun spots for other folk to find. Rocks with messages, or not. Rocks with great artwork on them…or not.  The point is to spread a bit of love.

So last Tuesday, my besties and I on our “girls playday,” painted rocks, and on the weekend I took them to the beach where the Sea Festival was happening, and I left them here and there, in plain view.

I could only imagine the childlike joy of finding such a special gift—something another human being had created with love.

Guess what we’re doing this Tuesday? Yep, painting more rocks, and this time I might leave a couple…

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