This week we have a couple of pictures being used as prompts and even a word or two. To find out which each writer has chosen, click on their name to go to their blog. Thanks for stopping by.
The snow flew upward as my hooves beat the wintry ground.
JILLIAN CHANTAL (Contemporary Romance)
She ran her hands down the front of the apron again and poked the
errant locks of hair that had fallen out of her messy bun behind her
ears.
TRISHA FAYE (Historical Fiction)
“Daddy, bring me in a few of those pumpkins before you head to the pasture,” Bea called to Casey’s back.
SARAH CASS (Historical Western)
Her father chucked his finger under her chin. “This is supposed to be a surprise, not a funeral.”
LINDSAY DOWNS (Regency Romance)
He let Sophia glance around then beamed her a smile when not only she but he noticed a heavenly fragrance coming from inside the structure.
STEFAN ELLERY (Sci Fi)
Thundering down the mountain like an avalanche, the white stallion races towards its herd. Snow flies into the air as each hoof strikes the ground
KATHLEEN BALL (Western Romance)
Damn, the snow was sure coming down but thankfully it wasn’t sticking, yet. It made for some slick roads though. If it hadn’t been Cindy that needed his help, Maverick would still be home eating the pot pie his neighbor Joleen brought over.
TRICIA ANDERSEN (Steampunk Romance)
He would build a humidor for General Hellwig. And it would kill him.
JEAN JOACHIM (Contemporary Romance)
His Leading Lady
"Here's for your cab. You're one hot chick." Darvin and Tiffany stood up together.
SHERRY GLOAG (Contemporary Romance)
The question hovered in her
head, growing, darkening, and sharpening. And in the end it refused to lie
down.
“Did you ever love me, or was it
just a token duty emotion?”
V. L. LOCEY (M/M, Historical Western)The snow flew upward as my hooves beat the wintry ground.
JILLIAN CHANTAL (Contemporary Romance)
She ran her hands down the front of the apron again and poked the
errant locks of hair that had fallen out of her messy bun behind her
ears.
TRISHA FAYE (Historical Fiction)
“Daddy, bring me in a few of those pumpkins before you head to the pasture,” Bea called to Casey’s back.
SARAH CASS (Historical Western)
Her father chucked his finger under her chin. “This is supposed to be a surprise, not a funeral.”
LINDSAY DOWNS (Regency Romance)
He let Sophia glance around then beamed her a smile when not only she but he noticed a heavenly fragrance coming from inside the structure.
STEFAN ELLERY (Sci Fi)
Thundering down the mountain like an avalanche, the white stallion races towards its herd. Snow flies into the air as each hoof strikes the ground
KATHLEEN BALL (Western Romance)
Damn, the snow was sure coming down but thankfully it wasn’t sticking, yet. It made for some slick roads though. If it hadn’t been Cindy that needed his help, Maverick would still be home eating the pot pie his neighbor Joleen brought over.
TRICIA ANDERSEN (Steampunk Romance)
He would build a humidor for General Hellwig. And it would kill him.
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