Wednesday, July 1, 2015

Wounded Hearts — A touching novella about love and war.

Wounded Hearts, a contemporary novella, is available for pre-order now on Amazon. It  goes on sale July 4th and is a perfect story for celebrating America's Independence.

I love the cover. Thanks to design artist Diana Carlile for this beautiful cover. Visit her blog to see her work.



Sarah Lawson's fiancé Logan Miller died in Afghanistan. She receives a text from a war buddy, Brandon Perdue, who wants to meet and deliver a message from Logan.

Physically and emotionally scarred, Brandon values Sarah's friendship. In time Sarah finds herself attracted to him and wants their relationship to deepen, but he fears she's projecting her feelings for Logan on to him.    

Excerpt:

“I’m sorry, mister. I didn’t mean nothing bad about what I said.”
“I know you didn’t, young man.” Would he ever get used to his changed voice? The heat and gasoline fumes had permanently damaged his vocal cords. “No offense taken. I realize my face is hard to gaze upon, especially by someone so young.”
He shuffled his feet. “Ah, you don’t look so bad.”
Brandon couldn’t hide his grin, though his mouth twisted in a grotesque way when he did so, but the kid didn’t flinch. “That’s mighty kind of you to say.”
“Was you in the war?”
He cleared his throat. “Yes, I was.”
The boy hung his head. “I’m sorry.” He looked up giving Brandon a clear view of his innocent brown eyes. He chewed on his lip a minute. “Can I give you a hug?”
Tears stung Brandon’s eyes and a knot formed in his hoarse throat. “I’d love a hug, especially from a fine young man such as you.”
The child launched himself at Brandon and two skinny arms squeezed his neck tight. Brandon hugged him close, shut his eyes, and breathed in the little boy smell—a mixture of soap, dirt, and chocolate milk.
Brandon released him. “Thank you. That hug was better than an ice cream cone.”
“Really?”
“You bet. Now run along and tell your mom we’re square.”
He grinned, waved, and ran to the door where his mother waited. Brandon nodded to the woman. She smiled and mouthed “Thank you.”

He watched them cross the street, heat radiating off the pavement. His heart ached. How he’d love to have a child or two, but there was little chance of that now. With his ugly facial burns, no woman with sight would marry someone with his horrid scars.


I hope you'll order your copy of Wounded Hearts and please leave a review when you've finished reading. I value your opinion.

Happy Reading and Writing!

Wednesday, May 13, 2015

Prizes and Refreshments—Hot Summer Nights Author Event


Refreshments
Prizes—gift cards, books, free coffee cards and a NOOK!

Join us and meet local authors, talk writing, and become familiar with Ebooks and how to download them.

Hope to see you there.

Linda
Please check out my newly designed website at
www.lindalaroque.com

Friday, May 8, 2015

Texas Independence—Gonzales, Texas

Gonzales, Texas is a town filled with history. Many people believe the Alamo was the first battle for Texas Independence, but in truth, the first shot was fired from Gonzales County.

In early Texas history, they were under Mexican rule and 400 hundred families were allowed to settle near the area where the San Marcos and Guadalupe Rivers met. In 1826, though peace had been negotiated with the Karankawa and Tonkawa Indians, the Comanche continued to raid. Requests were sent to the Mexican government in San Antonio for aid. Hoping for soldiers for protection, instead they received a six-pounder cannon sometime in 1831.

When politics came into play in the 1830s, "the Mexican government wavered between federalist and central policies." With unrest as to which side the settlers would take. When a Mexican soldier killed a Gonzales resident, outrage and public protests ensued. The Mexican Government felt it unwise to leave the cannon in the possession of the Gonzales citizens and sent a corporal and five enlisted men to take possession of the 6-pounder. The Mexican soldiers were escorted from the town empty handed.

Site where the cannon was buried.
Knowing the Mexican Army wouldn't allow Gonzales to keep the cannon and would send additional troops, mayor Andrew Ponton sent out requests for help. When they arrived, the Texians (as they were called in that era) had removed the ferry and all boats and they had no way to cross. They were informed the mayor was out of town and they'd have to wait until his return to cross. Three Texians hurried to bury the cannon while others spread out to seek help.

Eighty men arrived and they elected John Henry Moore of Fayette as their leader—Joseph
Washington Elliot Wallace and Edward Burleson of Columbus were elected second and third. The Texans no longer recognized Santa Anna's centralist government. They raised a white banner with a cannon painted in black and the words "Come and Take It." This was the first state flag of Texas and "evoked the American Revolutionary-era slogan 'Don't Tread on Me.'"

Moore called a war council which voted to initiate a fight. The cannon was dug up and placed on wheels. The Mexicans had moved up river about seven miles and at 6:00 A.M. the Texians opened fire. Both armies fell back due to difficulty maneuvering in the trees. When the Texians fired their cannon, Casteneda led his troops back to San Antonio.

This is just a small recap of the beginning of the Texas Revolution. There is so much more to read and see. Gonzales is filled with historic sites, homes, and museums. One day in this fine city was not enough. Take two or three.

Here are some of the historical homes.












Resource:
Discover Gonzales County 2015. "One Small Cannon," p. 4.

Thanks for reading!

Liinda
www.lindalaroque.com

Thursday, April 9, 2015

Texting All Hearts—Now $.99 at all Online Bookstores

Boxed set of seven multi-genre novellas by seven multi-published authors now $.99.
Get your copy!


Bookstrand: http://www.bookstrand.com/texting-all-hearts

Thanks for stopping by my blog and taking a look. Please take a look at my new website.

Happy Reading and Writing!

Linda

Wednesday, March 4, 2015

Excerpt from my novella in Texting All Hearts—Wounded Hearts


What do rodeos, otherworldly encounters, exotic dancers, bondage, hot sex, refound love, and time travel have in common? Besides romantic, edge of your seat fun and intrigue, they all evolve from a single text. Seven multi-genre novellas that promise to heat your nights and warm your hearts.












                                                                  Wounded Hearts
Blurb:

Sarah Lawson's fiancé Logan Miller died in Afghanistan. She receives a text from Brandon Perdue, one of his war buddies, who wants to meet and deliver a message from Logan. Physically and emotionally scarred, Brandon values Sarah's friendship. Sarah wants their relationship to deepen, but he fears she's projecting her feelings for Logan on to him.

Excerpt # 1

A child's voice jerked him back to the present. “Mommy, that man is ugly.” Having grown accustomed to the reactions of young children to his scars, he didn’t flinch.
The mother, red faced, shook the three or four old and hustled him out of the coffee shop. Through the glass window he watched as the woman lectured the child. A couple of minutes later, the boy re-entered the store and stopped before Brandon’s table.
“I’m sorry, mister. I didn’t mean nothing bad about what I said.”
“I know you didn’t, young man.” Would he ever get used to his changed voice? The heat and gasoline fumes had permanently damaged his vocal cords. “No offense taken. I realize my face is hard to gaze upon, especially by someone so young.”
He shuffled his feet. “Ah, you don’t look so bad.”
Brandon couldn’t hide his grin, though his mouth twisted in a grotesque way when he did so, but the kid didn’t flinch. "That's mighty kind of you to say."
“Was you in the war?”
He cleared his throat. “Yes, I was.”
The boy hung his head. “I’m sorry.” He looked up giving Brandon a clear view of his innocent brown eyes. He chewed on his lip a minute. “Can I give you a hug?”
Tears stung Brandon’s eyes and a knot formed in his hoarse throat. “I’d love a hug, especially from a fine young man such as you.”
The child launched himself at Brandon and two skinny arms squeezed his neck tight. Brandon hugged him close, shut his eyes, and breathed in the little boy smell—a mixture of soap, dirt, and chocolate milk. 
Brandon released him. “Thank you. That hug was better than an ice cream cone.”
“Really?”
“You bet. Now run along and tell your mom we’re square.”
He grinned, waved, and ran to the door where his mother waited. Brandon nodded to the woman. She smiled and mouthed “thank you”.
He watched them cross the street, heat radiating off the pavement. His heart ached. How he’d love to have a child or two, but there was little chance of that now. With his ugly facial burns, no woman with sight would marry someone with his horrid scars.

Excerpt # 2

Brandon lay in bed reliving the gentle touch of Sarah's lips against his. The kiss was such a surprise, and over before he realized her intentions. Could someone like her really care for him? His heart pounded in his rib cage, and hurt and longing clogged his throat. Tears pricked his eyes, and he closed them.
He slept in the nude, so it wasn't hard for him to take inventory of the scars on his body with his hands. He didn't need to see them. He knew them by heart, but allowed his palm to roam over them for the millionth time. His torso was puckered and lumpy from the burns. They traveled down his torso to just below his navel. Fortunately the flames hadn't reached his genitals, and he was able to function sexually. Not that he'd had an opportunity for a test run, but seeing Sarah, being close to her, breathing in her special scent had made his trousers uncomfortable on more than one occasion.
The burns covered his shoulders, arms, and parts of his back. And then there was his face. It had not been spared. His helmet had protected most of his head and somehow his eyes hadn't been damaged. Considering how bad the damage could have been, he was a lucky son-of-a-gun. But he wasn't what Sarah needed. She deserved a man without scars, physical or emotional. She was projecting her feelings for Logan onto him. That wouldn't do, for either of them. What if they married and she decided later she couldn't live with his scars? He shuddered. No, he'd never take that chance.

I'll be adding blurbs and excerpts of the other novellas in the next two weeks.

Happy Reading and Writing!

Linda