Sweeter Than Wine (Post 4) CATHY Yves lays his cigar on an ash tray, picks up his financial newspaper and pretends to read. ‘I can’t help noticing she has nice legs,’ he mumbles behind the newsprint. ‘But it doesn’t qualify her as a daughter-in-law.’ I feel like throwing something at him but have nothing convenient …
Category: Writing and Publishing
Imagining Characters
Sweeter Than Wine (Post 3) CATHY Yves’ face grows even redder. The artery in his neck stands out . . . . ‘God knows how many of a brood she’ll give him before he’s done with his career of learning.’ ‘So, you’d rather he screwed around in one-night stands with horny undergrads. Or went with …
Writing the Female
Sweeter Than Wine (Post 2) NICOLE The bus pulls away, leaving me in the middle of Bordeaux wine country. Vines border the road to right and left, stretching into the distance as far as I can see. The fresh air, laden with unfamiliar scents, is intoxicating. I stare up at the house. It’s built on …
Love Writing
I haven't been reading much lately. Instead, I have been working hard on a debut romance novel, writing as Drew Greenfield. What began as a challenge (Why don't you try writing an adult romance?) became a germ of an idea, then a serious project, and now a completed e-book. So, today, I'm going to indulge …
The Tiger Mountain
[Here is the final extract from my 2004 historical romance, The Tiger and the Cauldron. The others are here: Nadia's Dream The Parting In The Stables . You can find the whole story as an e-book on Amazon Worldwide.] *** Hassan was unable to sleep and, though it was hardly necessary, offered to keep …
In The Stables
[This is the third extract from my historical romance, The Tiger and the Cauldron, available now as an e-book on Amazon worldwide.] Terror gripped Doquz. Melik and Jahan held her so tightly she could hardly move. They dragged her to the stables, kicked the door open and threw her down roughly, forcing the breath from …
The Parting
[continuing yesterday's extract from my historical romance The Tiger and the Cauldron] ***** “So soon, Hassan?” Hassan faced his mother across the room. Her eyes were pleading. He felt his small sister tugging at his tunic, trying to lead him off for yet another game in the garden. Her brother too had transferred his allegiance …
