Cliffhanger BLOGFEST (and a little snack on the side)

big plans tonight?
NO?!?
well, then.
WE HAVE A COUPLE OF EVENTS TO KEEP YOU BUSY!

Brenda Drake's The Never-ending Scene/CLIFFHANGER  Blogfest
October 25-26

 

 Love suspense?  Can't put down that page-turner?  Well, then!  Visit Brenda's blog and click on all those who signed up to partake in this blogfest!  You'll get to read 53 cliffhangers that will leave you wanting more, more, more!  (And, uh, you'll be left that way, cuz there are no actual pages to turn!) You get TWO DAYS to read these, so take your time!  I mean, hurry...what are you waiting for!  Go!  Go!  (WAIT!!!  FINISH READING OUR BLOG POST FIRST, of course!)

oh, and by the way, mine is posted below.  (scroll down a little ways)

YOU also NEED TO CLICK HERE! for a writeoncon LIVE-CHAT at 9:00 pm EST featuring the fabulous SARA MEGIBOW of NELSON LITERARY AGENCY, LLC! (note: sara was the first agent erica ever queried and her first partial request. yes, ultimately rejected, but erica credits sara for giving her the idea that she actually could do this writing thing - er, at least this querying thing!)


OUR REGULAR MONDAY MEALTIME MADNESS POST (we didn't forget!)
Pecan Snacks (or substitute almonds)

What you'll need:
1 egg white
1 tablespoon water
1 pound pecans
3/4 cup white sugar
1 teaspoon ground cinnamon
1 teaspoon salt

What to do with that stuff:
Preheat oven to 250 degrees F (120 degrees C).
In a large bowl, beat egg white with water until frothy. Stir in pecans and mix to coat.
Combine sugar, cinnamon and salt and stir into pecan mixture. Spread on a baking sheet.
Bake in preheated oven 1 hour, stirring every 15 minutes.
Enjoy while scrolling to keep up the live chat!
Store what's left in an airtight container.

NOW, while you munch, prepare to sit at the edge of your seat....

here's a never before seen read or, uh, edited--by anyone other than me--scene from my beloved and forsaken (for the time being) manuscript SOLSTICE  (still needs a lot of work!)

“They’ll never be able to get my father and aunt. No one will be able to convince the council anything was my fault. They’ll continue to search for you and Stana.”

“Child, they most likely have Stefen and Alexia in Themura at this moment.” Her thin lips spread across her face.

“That’s impossible." My mind tried to make sense of what she was saying. "My aunt is—." Trembling only made my singed skin hurt worse.

“Right over there?" She pointed a blue finger toward the outskirts of the forest that imprisoned me. "By your grandparents and mother?" She cackled. "Not anymore, Pumpkin."

She took a step toward me, then stopped. "Oh, don’t worry. No one will harm the rest of your family. Not today."

I drew my arms in closer to my chest. The rocks beneath my back seemed to grow sharper.

"Your aunt received a phone call from a Themuran council member only moments ago. She left to meet your dad, who gave his business partner a lame excuse for leaving him, yet again. Your father is soooo naïve. Poor man." She took another step and hovered above me.

She clucked her tongue. "He spent most of the past year trying to find the source of the evil that was tarnishing you all. He practically turned himself in, flying to Greece the way he did. Tattling again to the Council. So like his grandmother. The woman who started this whole mess."

Her mood seemed to change as the light in her eyes dimmed. I grew hopeful her insanity would be on my side. Leave me a chance. Then she leaned in, her voice an icy whisper.

“You see, your family will never learn to mind their own business. Yes, Stefen and Alexia were easily fooled. They’ll be transported to Themura any minute now where they'll pathetically try to defend their family name.”

She paused, glaring at me with deep blue eyes, a color no Earthian possessed. Her coppery auburn hair stuck out as though electrified by some unseen current.

Suddenly, her lips curled into a snarl. “You have all the power my daughter should possess. You’re a measly Transporter. Descended from the highest Greek council, yes, but that shouldn’t matter. My daughter has Themuran blood in her. She should be the one who can see auras and soak up the powers of those around her…not you. You aren’t even aware of how powerful you are.”

She spat at the ground. The dirt her saliva kicked up erupted into flames. "Enough talk. I can’t stand looking at you anymore.”

She’d made up her mind. There was nothing left to say. She leaped at me and snatched the bracelet and charm off my arm, scratching me with her long nails in the process. Her hands shot up into the air, coppery glitter pouring from them. The shards cascaded around me. She vanished and left me to disintegrate in the fiery pillars that grew up around me.