Basic Plots: Rebirth

A great post from Staci Troilo over on Story Empire today about ‘Rebirth’ as one of the seven basic plots …

Happy Spring! Despite what the groundhog said, yesterday marked the end of winter. On the calendar, anyway. With the strange weather patterns we’ve been having, it’s anyone’s guess what the next fe…

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#NewRelease “Backstage” by Harmony Kent @harmony_kent #Erotica #Romance #IARTG #ASMSG

Join me over at Soooz’s place as she helps me launch my latest book, Backstage … 🙂

Welcome everyone, today I’m delighted to feature author Harmony Kent with her New Release “Backstage” Let’s meet the author! Indie Author Harmony Kent has written a number o…

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The Nightforce Security series, on #LisaBurtonRadio

A fantastically entertaining interview between robot Lisa and Danny Caruso from Staci Troilo’s Nightforce Security Series. You really do want to check this out! 🙂 …

Don’t touch that dial. You’ve landed on Lisa Burton Radio, coming at you with 1.21 jigawatts of power all across the cosmos and beyond the veil. I’m your host, Lisa the robot girl, brin…

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Friday Writing Question, tools

An interesting writing question from Craig Boyack over on Story Empire today …

Hi gang, Craig here again. We take turns on Fridays, and the assignments are rotating. This time my task is to pose a writing question. Seems simple enough, but I also want to get some comments flo…

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A Big Welcome to Harmony Kent Talking About Her New Book Backstage

A lovely post today from John Howell helping me release my latest book …

I am so delighted to have Harmony Kent visit Fiction Favorites. If you don’t know Harmony you should. She describes herself as a Multi-Genre Author. Editor. Proof Reader. Beta Reader. Reviewe…

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Backing Up Social Media

Hello SErs! Harmony here. Happy Wednesday 🙂 After my debacle with Facebook last month (see my post HERE), I thought it might be helpful to write something on the importance of backing-up your soci…

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Passion. Romance. Greed … Backstage!

Hi everyone!

Well, after my epic 15 days of writing, I now have my latest book BACKSTAGE on pre-order on Kindle.

It is Erotic Romance. 

Here is the blurb:



Just when Emma thinks she’s found love. Just when her big chance comes. Just as she finds a little confidence at long last. Right then, it all goes horribly wrong.


John believed he had found ‘the one’. But the demons of his past wouldn’t allow him to break the leash, and when he gets the wrong end of the stick, it just confirms all his old prejudices and hurts.


Derek Prentis is his name. Coercion is his game. He’s the man with the money. The big man who wants to keep Emma under his control and who will do anything to keep it that way.






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An Oscar Winning Performance

Great post on story ideas and our obligation to make our books the best they can be … from Joan Hall over on Story Empire …

Hollywood hosted its 90th Academy Awards event last week – a night for the stars to shine. No, I didn’t watch the show, nor did I care to. However, I did see three of the films that were nominated …

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New Book: Gamble

Hello everyone,

Today, it gives me great pleasure to host Staci Troilo on the release of her latest book, GAMBLE. This is the second book in her Nightforce Security Series. I read the first one, PASSWORD, and thoroughly enjoyed it. I’ll be checking out this latest installment too 🙂

Take it away, Staci!  …

Hi, everybody. Thanks for letting me visit today. I promise I’ll be quick.

Most men I know (and even many women) kind of turn up their noses at romance novels. Maybe they’re picturing the old bodice-rippers of the past where the heroine wasn’t a hero at all, but rather was a damsel in distress waiting with breathless anticipation for someone to rescue her.

Those kinds of novels probably still exist. I neither read them nor write them, so I can’t be sure.

Back in 1987, Congress declared March as National Women’s History Month (in perpetuity). Given that fact as well as the #MeToo movement and all the abuses coming to light, I want to talk about strong women—like the women in my work. Specifically Daphne, the heroine of Gamble.

In most romances, and certainly in mine, the heroines are strong, smart, capable women who don’t need men to solve their problems. (That doesn’t mean the guys aren’t going to try, or even succeed, in helping. It just means they aren’t necessary.) I don’t know what you’re picturing, but I can assure you these aren’t ladies born into royal families or who have servants to take care of trivial details while they sit on the boards of multinational conglomerates and spend mornings in bed and afternoons at the spa.

My heroines are a bit more relatable than that. They have problems at work, they worry about unexpected expenses, they pay their own ways—even when the cost is steep. They have pride in themselves and their families, and they aren’t afraid to stand up for what’s right. They have the same types of insecurities and flaws as everybody else, and they struggle to overcome them just like the rest of us. They’re realistic. They’re also strong, passionate, and persevering. Probably like a lot of women you already know.

I’m partial to Gamble’s Daphne because we meet her at the pinnacle of a bad day. She looks awful, feels worse, and has every right to wallow in her misfortunes. Instead, she seizes an opportunity to make herself feel better. She solves the problem. Maybe it’s better to say she takes action, because in true “terrible day” fashion, she initially makes things worse.

But that’s okay. Daph’s a fighter. And the action she took that made her day spectacularly bad may, in the end, actually be to her benefit. Either way, the choice was hers. She didn’t wait for or expect someone to come to her rescue. She took charge.

And that’s why I like this character. She might not be an alpha male, but she’s definitely a hero.

Blurb for Gamble:

Sometimes stakes are too high to gamble. Other times they’re too high not to.

Noah Crawford is a consummate bachelor—until a one-night stand piques his interest in something more. The only problem is, she wouldn’t give him her name, and he has no way to find her.

A week later, resigned to forgetting her, he accompanies his friends to a casino. Floor traffic promises to be light while everyone clusters at the sportsbook for the college basketball championship game. But Noah isn’t in the mood for frivolity and sets off on his own. No one is more surprised than he is when he bumps into his mystery woman.

He’s playing a far different game than cards when armed criminals take over the poker room. Noah is separated from his friends, and somehow the room has been cut off from security. Help

 isn’t coming. It’s up to him to keep everyone safe while he tries to thwart the gunmen.

Noah quickly realizes he’s trying to prevent more than a simple heist. And he doesn’t know who he can trust. The stakes have never been higher, and he’s all in. But one of the


thieves might have an ace up his sleeve, and that could cost Noah everything.

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About Staci:

Staci Troilo writes because she has hundreds of stories in her head. She publishes because people told her she should share them. She’s a multi-genre author whose love for writing is only surpassed by her love for family and friends, and that relationship-centric focus is featured in her work.

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Friday Book Share ~ When Night Comes

It’s time for the Friday Book share over on Story Empire today. Check out Joan Hall’s choice …

Hello, SE Readers. Can you believe we’re already in March? And since it’s the second Frida of the month, it’s book share Friday. I don’t know about you, but my “to be read” list seems t…

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Throwing Darts Blindfolded & Author Considerations

A thought-provoking post on the various publishing routes available to authors by P.H. Solomon over on Story Empire …

Making choices self-publishing choices can feel like throwing darts blindfolded. With all the changes to publishing in the last decade or so it gets even more confusing. For instance, now there are…

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An open dialog on characters

A fun and interesting post about Character Arcs and Development from author Craig Boyack over on Story Empire today. You really do want to check this out … including the brilliant imagery! 🙂


Hi, gang. Craig here again. I’m noticing that my posts tend to be more open ended than the other authors here. Part of that is because there are so many different methods to produce a good st…

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The Wrong Slide

Happy Friday, everyone! 🙂 

Today, over on Story Empire, we have a Friday Fiction Prompt, where we invite everyone to write and share a short story.

Find Staci Troilo’s Story Empire post at: Story Empire Friday Fiction Prompt: Limited and Focused Views

Below is my offering. I hope you enjoy what I’ve come up with based on the prompt …

The Wrong Slide


If I hadn’t had such a bad day, it would never have happened. Have you seen those road signs? The one’s that say ‘Tiredness Can Kill’. Every motorway in England has them. The second part tells you to ‘Take A Break’. Excellent advice. I just wish I’d followed it. Wishful thinking gets you nowhere.

The thing with life is that you don’t get a do-over. Not every mistake allows you to rectify it. Once it’s out there, it’s out there. Forever. Or what remains of ever. Because some cock-ups change everything.

My lab should have had a sign up warning ‘Boredom Can Kill’. But then again, you read a thing so many times and your brain stops seeing it, like it’s just not there.

I spent the whole morning studying blood cultures through my microscope. Every sample that crossed my field of vision showed me the same old same old. About as boring a day as you get.


Such a small, simple word. Until. The same as ‘but’. Before such a word, the universe runs as normal. After such a word, though. Well now, that’s a different story altogether.

So, until.

On automatic pilot, I slid away Mrs Barbara Winter’s slide, which hadn’t grown one single abnormal culture, dictated into the microphone that the results should show NAD, and slid into place Mr William Robert’s. This sample showed a clear case of Streptococcus infection. I slid that one along and dictated the results for the GP accordingly. Next up came Mr Robert William’s slide.

I know. I know. In hindsight, it’s all so clear. But then, hindsight is about as useful as wishful thinking.

This slide wrapped up my day. Tired eyes blinked away a bout of blurred vision. Okay, then, what did we have here? On first glance, a clear sample. Another Nothing Abnormal Detected. But then … there. Yes, a pinprick of a spot, dead centre. I raised my gloved hand to adjust the focus dial, and just then, Sarah poked her head around my cubicle divider. I glanced up at her with a smile.

‘That’s me off for the day,’ she said.

I grinned and nodded toward the last slide of the day. ‘Me too. Just one more to tick off the list and I’m done. See ya Monday.’

With a wave, Sarah said, ‘Have a good one.’

In a hurry, anticipating my long-awaited weekend, I attached my eye to the viewing tube once more. My overtaxed brain showed me a clear slide, another NAD, a final dictation, and then homeward bound. All I had to do first was input my audio notes into the system.

Quick, easy, and routine.


Come Monday morning, Mr Robert William’s GP called him up and prescribed him a week’s dose of Penicillin to kill that nasty old Strep infection he’d supposedly developed. Meanwhile, Mr William Robert’s doctor’s receptionist reported quite happily that his results had come back NAD. Nothing with which he needed to worry in spite of that annoying cough.

Well, you might well say, that mix-up couldn’t trigger anything that bad, could it? Surely, the Penicillin wouldn’t do Mr Robert William any harm, so long as he wasn’t allergic. And as for Mr William Robert, a few more days or a week would show his doctor that he did, indeed have an infection. Either that, or it would most likely go away on its own within about four weeks.

All true. In the normal course of things.


Ah, another one of those words.

Except for that tiny black spot that I’d forgotten all about after saying farewell to Sarah. The one my eager-to-get-home brain had ignored.

It turns out that a new super-bug has discovered our vulnerable human immune system. What’s more, this nasty little critter thrives on Penicillin. Had I not mixed up the results and slides for Mr Robert William and Mr William Robert, a good chance exists that none of this would have happened. The Streptococcus would have met its match in Penicillin, and the super-bug wouldn’t have received super-fuel.

Official reports say that it can only survive if exposed to an antibiotic within its initial ten-day gestation period. After that, it dies. It goes away. No harm done.

Those same official reports say that once the bug feeds, it grows and multiplies exponentially. All it took was that one contact, and it spread to Mr Robert William’s wife. Then to his three-year-old daughter. Who then passed it on to her best friends. Who, in turn, shared it around nice and liberally.

Hey Presto! Pandemic. End of the world. Only a handful left.

All from the wrong slide.

Thanks for stopping by! And please do check out the post on Story Empire HERE.

Twitter: @harmony_kent 

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AmWriting!-15 & Final Day!!

Hi everyone. Today is my fifteenth and final day of writing, and I’ve written 2,300 words today, bringing my total to 50,277 words. The first draft is complete! Whoo-hoo 🙂

I began day one on February 5th and took off weekends. In addition, I had some hospital days, which delayed progress. Still, I have completed draft 1 of this whole novel in the space of 24 actual days!

Now I need a rest, lols! Perhaps I could go and build a snowman …

This is after just a couple of hours. Cornwall hasn’t seen this kind of white stuff for about 13 years, and Storm Emma hasn’t even hit us yet; although, the wind is picking up. I have my own private ski slope on the front ramp, lols.

I always get so excited at this stage of just finishing a book. I’ll keep you posted as to when it will get released, and that’s when the nervousness will kick in … it always does, no matter how many times I hit that publish button! he he he.

Keep well, everyone, and thank you for accompanying me on this writing journey 🙂



The resultant book will be Erotic Romance.

She’s a hopeful actress.

He’s a mentor.

Then there’s the big man who can make or break a career, and the demands he makes.

Watch this space! 🙂 

Twitter: @harmony_kent 

Harmony Kent Author Page: Amazon

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Cusp of Night Cover Reveal!

Hi everyone! It gives me great pleasure today to showcase the book cover for author Mae Clair’s latest novel …

and I have to say, I LOVE LOVE LOVE this cover!


Cusp of Night
by Mae Clair
Release Date: June 12, 2018
Mystery> Thriller & Suspense > Paranormal

book cover for Cusp of Night, a mystery/suspense novel by Mae Clair

Recently settled in Hode’s Hill, Pennsylvania, Maya Sinclair is enthralled by the town’s folklore, especially the legend about a centuries-old monster. A devil-like creature with uncanny abilities responsible for several horrific murders, the Fiend has evolved into the stuff of urban myth. But the past lives again when Maya witnesses an assault during the annual “Fiend Fest.” The victim is developer Leland Hode, patriarch of the town’s most powerful family, and he was attacked by someone dressed like the Fiend.

Compelled to discover who is behind the attack and why, Maya uncovers a shortlist of enemies of the Hode clan. The mystery deepens when she finds the journal of a late nineteenth-century spiritualist who once lived in Maya’s house—a woman whose ghost may still linger.

Known as the Blue Lady of Hode’s Hill due to a genetic condition, Lucinda Glass vanished without a trace and was believed to be one of the Fiend’s tragic victims. The disappearance of a young couple, combined with more sightings of the monster, trigger Maya to join forces with Leland’s son Collin. But the closer she gets to unearthing the truth, the closer she comes to a hidden world of twisted secrets, insanity, and evil that refuses to die . . .


Connect with Mae Clair at the following haunts:

Website | Blog | Twitter | Newsletter | Facebook | Goodreads | Amazon
Other Social Links

Promotional banner for author Mae Clair with bio and author photo, spooky house as header in wash of red

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An informative post from Staci Troilo on Story Empire about word count and genre …. How Do I Write Thee? Let Me Count the Words.

via How Do I Write Thee? Let Me Count the Words.

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Hello everyone!

Today makes day fourteen of writing Backstage, and I’ve managed 6,000 words!

Yes, you did just read that correctly … that’s SIX THOUSAND words! Wowzers 🙂 And on a workday too. That brings my fourteen-day total to 47,916.

Okay, so fanfare all done with, here’s an excerpt for you …

Jeanine led them to a small room at the back. Mel sat in there waiting. When they entered, she looked worried and rose to her feet. Emma hastened to reassure her, ‘It’s okay. Look, I’m sorry about earlier. It just took me by surprise, seeing you. Are you all right?’

Mel retook her seat on the small sofa, and Jeanine and Emma occupied the two furnished chairs. Emma glanced around. The room appeared to be some kind of reception/waiting area. With its walls of warm oak and its thick carpeting, it felt cozy and welcoming.

Mel cleared her throat. ‘I should be the one apologising. I never should have gone along with him.’

Emma couldn’t quite hold in her anger. The whole thing still felt too raw, especially with the hearing looming. ‘So, why did you?’ Right, because it’s not like you didn’t let him coerce you, is it, dearest?

Mel’s next words echoed Emma’s thoughts, ‘He did the same thing to you.’

Stubborn, in denial, Emma shook her head. ‘It’s not the same thing. And I got out of it as soon as I could.’

Mel jumped to her feet and yelled, ‘This is me trying!

Her unexpected outburst startled Emma and gave her pause for thought. She couldn’t refuse to admit the truth of it any longer. With a bowed head and a subdued voice, she said, ‘Yeah. You are.’

Mel dabbed at her eyes and sought encouragement from Jeanine, who nodded and smiled. Mel looked at Emma. ‘I plan on going to the police tomorrow. It seems about time I added my complaint to the list.’



The resultant book will be Erotic Romance.

She’s a hopeful actress.

He’s a mentor.

Then there’s the big man who can make or break a career, and the demands he makes.

Watch this space! 🙂 

Twitter: @harmony_kent 

Harmony Kent Author Page: Amazon

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A Big Thanks To Our Readers

Story Empire, a blog I write with five other authors, has been named in the Top 50 Writing Blogs! Check it out here … 🙂


Good morning, SE Readers. Joan here today with an extra post this week. Back in November, John Howell nominated Story Empire for an award on the Postive Writer website. The winners were announced l…

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Hello everyone! Happy Monday 🙂

Today makes my thirteenth day of writing Backstage. 

As well as working, I have managed 4,200 words … bringing my overall total to a staggering 41,886 words! 🙂

Here is a ‘sneek peek’ for you …


Emma reached the wide glass-fronted doors of the hotel and pushed through at speed, but too late. The car that held John sped away in a cloud of powdered snow and exhaust, spitting out his anger in a visceral way that she couldn’t fail to feel. Distraught and utterly bereft, she sank to her knees in the wet snow and held her hands over her face, barely able to breathe, let alone cry or make a sound.

The hurt and grief made a vacuum that felt as though it must surely kill her. What had just happened? How had it just happened? She sucked in a great heaving breath on a sob. Her chest locked.Prevented her from exhaling. She just knelt there out in the cold, alone, and—quite uselessly—trying to suck in more air. Her head spun, and she fell forward onto all fours.

Firm, warm hands grabbed her shoulders and hauled her back to her knees. Emma’s lungs had turned her into a fish out of water. Then strong arms wrapped her from behind and pulled inward and upward, performing a Heimlich manoeuvre on her. She gasped, and then broke into a coughing spasm. Then she sucked in air greedily, sobbing and gasping alternately.

Those same strong arms pulled her into a comforting embrace and rocked her. Ian’s voice filtered through her panic while he made soothing noises by her ear, telling her over and over again that it would all be okay. When had he turned into such a liar? How could anything ever be okay again? John had gone.



The resultant book will be Erotic Romance.

She’s a hopeful actress.

He’s a mentor.

Then there’s the big man who can make or break a career, and the demands he makes.

Watch this space! 🙂 

Twitter: @harmony_kent 

Harmony Kent Author Page: Amazon


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How Many Accounts is Too Many? #SocialMedia #MondayBlogs

An interesting post on how much Social Media is too much from Mae Clair over on Story Empire today …


Happy Monday, SEers!  It’s a new week and a new subject. Lately, friends, family, and I have been discussing social media. Even co-workers. I’ve come to realize many people have a love/hate relatio…

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Hello everyone!

Another productive day here despite this cold (virus and weather, lols). 

I started on an editing project today and completed 10% of that. 

Also, I designed a twitter banner for Backstage …


And, I’ve written another 2000 words! That brings my 12-day total to 37,644! 

What a nice way to lead into what I hope will be a relaxed weekend 🙂

Here’s another tantalising excerpt for you … READER WARNING: We have some bad language in this one, so if you might get offended, please don’t read on.


Distressed, she reached for Ian’s hand, which he relinquished without a word. ‘Does it make me selfish? If I press forward?’

He snorted. ‘Of course not. It would be more selfish to give him what he wants.’

Emma chewed her bottom lip.

Unexpectedly, the door from the hallway swung open on silent and well-oiled hinges. Slow in the aftermath of the day’s events, Emma moved her eyes to look at who had just entered. Inexplicably, John stood framed in the doorway, his happy smile fading from his face.

Emma released Ian’s hand and sat up, her jaw hanging open in dismay. ‘John!’

He shook his head and turned away. Over his shoulder, he said with some disgust, ‘Obviously, you weren’t as cut up about us as you let on.’ With that parting shot, he left and slammed the door behind him. She could hear the thump-thump-thump as he stomped off down the hallway, thickly carpeted thought it was.

Emma hung her head and burst into yet more tears—hadn’t the tap run dry yet?

‘Oh shit.’

Beside her, Ian rose to his feet. He appeared incredibly ill at ease. ‘I’m sure that didn’t look too good from his point of view.’

‘Oh shit.’

Belatedly, she recovered and shot to her feet. Then she ran for the door and after John. She needed to explain. And what the fuck was he doing out of the country with so much going on?

Sod it all to hell.



The resultant book will be Erotic Romance.

She’s a hopeful actress.

He’s a mentor.

Then there’s the big man who can make or break a career, and the demands he makes.

Watch this space! 🙂 

Twitter: @harmony_kent 

Harmony Kent Author Page: Amazon


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Friday Book Cover: A few tricks

An informative post on book covers and the rules of art by C.S. Boyack over on Story Empire…


Hi gang, Craig here once more. Toward the end of last year we adopted a group of alternating topics for Story Empire, and when the debate was going on, I was probably late for class. My first frida…

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The Glade by Harmony Kent #bookreview #horror #thriller

A wonderful review of my book The Glade from reader and author Teri Polen!

Check it out …

This gripping, edge-of-your-seat mystery/thriller will have you thinking twice about booking that idyllic cottage in the country. Nothing in this woodland paradise within the Forest of Dean is what…

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Hi everyone. Today makes day 11 of my days writing. I have written 2200 words today, and that brings my total to 35,638.

Am full of cold, again, today an am clocking off a little early. I can’t believe how much I’ve accomplished in just 11 days 🙂

Here’s another excerpt for you to feast your eyes on …

After she’d shut the door behind them, she leant against it and then sank to the floor, head in hands. Then the sobs came. Great wrenching bursts of them. Bette poked her head out of the kitchen. She looked upset. ‘I’ve made some coffee, dear.’

Emma wiped her eyes and pushed to her feet. ‘Thank you. I could sure use some.’

When she reached the housekeeper’s side, the woman rubbed Emma’s upper arm. ‘There, there, dear. It’ll all get fixed in a jiffy. You’ll see.’

Emma smiled. If only I could share your confidence. ‘Thanks, Bette.’ Only one cup sat on the breakfast bar. ‘Will you join me?’

More ringing of the cleaning cloth ensued.

Emma said, ‘I’d like it if you could sit with me. A cuppa’s always best shared.’

Bette relaxed and let her hands drop, then she smiled and set about pouring another brew. As she worked, she said over her shoulder, ‘We’re all pleased you’ve recovered so well. You looked in such a poor state when you arrived, you know, and we all worried.’

‘Oh. I had no idea. Thanks.’

Bette joined her at the breakfast bar. Emma confessed, ‘I always felt out of place here.’

The housekeeper nodded and patted Emma’s hand. ‘We’ve no airs or graces here, lovey. And if you’re good enough for John, you’re good enough for the likes of us.’

Emma protested, ‘But, I am the likes of you.’

Bette smiled. ‘Well then, you’ll fit right in.’



The resultant book will be Erotic Romance.

She’s a hopeful actress.

He’s a mentor.

Then there’s the big man who can make or break a career, and the demands he makes.

Watch this space! 🙂 

Twitter: @harmony_kent 

Harmony Kent Author Page: Amazon


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A fun post on observing and writing from author Joan Hall over on Story Empire …


Hello SE Readers. This post is going to sound like I’m rambling but bear with me. I do have a purpose for it, and it does relate to writing. This past Saturday was a work free day in the Hall house…

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Hello everyone!

Today is day ten of writing my latest novel BACKSTAGE.

Here’s an interesting thing: I finished day nine on 29,433 words, and I’ve just stopped writing and checked the count: 33,433! Bang on 4,000 words without even trying or counting. If I’d planned that, it would have taken work and tweaking here and there, lols. Anyway, it gave me a chuckle.

After a slow writing day on Monday, Tuesday turned into one of those days you wished you’d never had. To cut a long story short, it culminated in my new washing machine breaking mid-cycle. What a lot of sorting out that took, and I ended up mopping up wet, filthy water … eewww. Right now, I’m waiting for the plumber to come and take a look. It seems there’s a blockage in the drainage somewhere, and the pipes are a sealed unit, so I can’t sort it myself. 

Today has been a fantastic day, in comparison. Not only have I dismantled some furniture (great workout, there!), but I’ve also written 4,000 words and gotten some other jobs done.  

Okay, enough waffle from me. Here’s an excerpt for you …

Emma steeled herself headed for the reception room where the housekeeper would have put the unwanted visitors. Sure enough, she found the two detectives in there, perched on a couple of straight-backed Parker Knoll chairs. Ready for bad news, she remained standing.

DI Johnson rose and joined her by the doorway.

Resigned, Emma demanded, ‘What is it?’

The detective offered a soft smile and said, ‘Why don’t we sit down?’

Stiff and resistant, Emma shook her head. ‘I’d rather just get this over with.’

‘We’ve come across some holes in the timeline of the new witness. Other witnesses state that she wasn’t where she reports when certain events supposedly took place.’

‘And?’ Emma couldn’t relax. Not yet.

‘We have at least four people who can corroborate that you remained in the auditorium with the group for a few minutes after rehearsals.’

‘Yes. I put that in my statement.’

The DI nodded. ‘So, from that standpoint, it wouldn’t be possible for the witness to have seen you abusing yourself.’

Now, Emma knew beyond any doubt that they were speaking about Mel. ‘Yet you still have doubts.’ That much was obvious.

‘Enough for the CPS to feel reluctant.’ The DI cleared her throat, and a blank expression masked her emotions. ‘I have to ask you again if you’re certain you wish to proceed with the charges against Mr Derek Prentis.’

Emma paled, furious. She gritted out, ‘Yes.’ Then she gripped her elbows across her abdomen and paced up and down.

Johnson said, ‘I’m sorry. I had to ask. It’s evident that the new witness has lied to us, but it still casts a shadow of doubt over the whole thing.’

Emma shook her head and said, ‘I’ll take my chances.’



The resultant book will be Erotic Romance.

She’s a hopeful actress.

He’s a mentor.

Then there’s the big man who can make or break a career, and the demands he makes.

Watch this space! 🙂 

Twitter: @harmony_kent 

Harmony Kent Author Page: Amazon


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Hello everyone.

Today is day nine of my writing spree. I’ve found it harder to knuckle down today, and it’s been slower going. 

Still, I’ve managed another 1195 words, bringing my overall total to 29,433. 

Here’s another ‘sneek peek’ for you …

The silence held so long that Emma thought John wouldn’t answer, but then he spoke. ‘Remember I said that I’d tell you the story of my folks sometime?’

‘Uh-huh.’ Emma nodded.

John steepled his fingers, looking drawn and strained. ‘Did you catch the news last year about the Brant fraud?’

The penny dropped. Wide-eyed, Emma put a hand to her mouth and gasped. ‘Your dad, he’s Ellis Brant? I had no idea.’

He rubbed his chin. ‘And that’s exactly how I wanted to keep it.’

‘John, what did you do?’

With disgust, he clenched his fist and thumped the desk. Emma jumped and moved away. John looked chagrined. ‘Sorry. Basically, my bloody father set me up, pulled me in to something that I had no clue about. Yes, I did invest my money—and lost it, I might add. I swear I had no idea about the other stuff. He’s my dad. I trusted him.’

Emma returned to the edge of the table. John rested a hand on her knee. ‘The major fraud squad have asked me to remain available.’

‘So, you can’t leave the country?’

John nodded. ‘I reckon I wouldn’t get too far if I tried. I’m probably on some sodding no-fly list somewhere.’

Tentative, Emma asked, ‘What about your mother?’

John put his head in his hands and then ran them through his ruffled hair, making it stick up in odd places. ‘She’s keeping well out of the way. Haven’t seen her in about ten years anyhow. I think she’s in America somewhere right now, filming. In case you haven’t worked it out, she’s Judi Lundrung.’

‘Oh my God. John, I’m so sorry.’

He pulled her onto his lap and hugged her. ‘Yeah, me and you both.’

After a while, she said, ‘Why didn’t you say anything?’

He laughed, bitterly. ‘I can just see how that would’ve gone. Hey babe, I fancy the pants off you. By the way, the major fraud squad have me under investigation, and I might go to prison. You wanna shag?’

Emma chortled and slapped his shoulder. ‘You moron.’ Then she kissed him.

He rubbed her back. ‘I’m glad you’re here.’

For reply, she deepened the embrace.



The resultant book will be Erotic Romance.

She’s a hopeful actress.

He’s a mentor.

Then there’s the big man who can make or break a career, and the demands he makes.

Watch this space! 🙂 

Twitter: @harmony_kent 

Harmony Kent Author Page: Amazon


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If you’re an author using a pen name, you need to read this.

Hi everyone! Happy Monday!

Today, I am posting about a serious issue that I have experienced recently. Some of you might have noticed that I no longer have any presence on Facebook. That little corner of social media that I spent 4 to 5 years building up. At the last count, I had over 800 followers. That took some doing. And, now … nothing.

Why is that?

See my post over on Story Empire for more about this. The URL is:

If you’re an author using a pen name, you need to read this.


Twitter: @harmony_kent 

Harmony Kent Author Page: Amazon


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Me again!

Today marks my eighth day of writing, and I’ve produced 2,800 words, making my overall total 28,238!

I plan on taking the weekend off, but who knows what inspiration might strike?!?

To close up the week, here’s another excerpt for you …


He rubbed his chin. ‘Oh God, it all gets so complicated. What it boils down to is we get on so well together. Yeah?’

‘Yeah. I like spending time with you.’

He grinned. ‘Me too. With me, I mean.’

That earned him another wallop with the cushion. He put his glass on the table and snatched the soft weapon from her. Unsure what he would do next, Emma hurried to get her tumbler to safety as well, and just in time too. John gave her an impish look. ‘You ticklish?’

Emma screeched, ‘Don’t you dare.’

He came at her with the cushion and smothered her beneath it. Her up-held arms gave no defence. She couldn’t fight for laughing. Then his questing fingers snuck to her ribs, and she writhed about, helpless. Ticklish didn’t come anywhere near covering it.

Breathless and giggling, she begged, ‘Stop. I can’t breathe.’

Mercifully, he let up and sat watching her, grinning. She dove forward and pinched some arm hair and pulled. Implacable, he just sat there. ‘Doesn’t hurt,’ he said.

‘No fair,’ she told him. ‘You don’t have anything I can get you with.’ Then she tried to tickle him. Again, no reaction. ‘Men!’

Their eyes locked, and their moods sobered. Tentative, he leant in and kissed her lightly on the mouth.


The resultant book will be Erotic Romance.

She’s a hopeful actress.

He’s a mentor.

Then there’s the big man who can make or break a career, and the demands he makes.

Watch this space! 🙂 

Twitter: @harmony_kent 

Harmony Kent Author Page: Amazon


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Friday Writing Question

Over on Story Empire, Author Joan Hall asks: How to you manage to find the balance between writing, a home life, social media, and (if applicable) holding a full-time or part-time job?


Hi SE Readers! We’ve almost made it through another week and since this is the third Friday of the month, it’s time for another writing question. (You can check out P.H.’s questio…

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