Monday, April 1, 2013

NICK OF TIME: Prologue

I'm over at Just Romantic Suspense today talking about NICK OF TIME and Sexual Assault Awareness Month. Be sure to check out the post.

I chose to post the Prologue excerpt here because it's a bit -- okay a lot -- graphic and it's too long for a regular excerpt. So, here it is. The rough draft prologue of NICK OF TIME. I don't have a release date at this time, but I can tell you I'm working on getting it ready for editing.



PROLOGUE

Houston, Texas.
Sarah Jane Jones slowly peeled the blouse off her shoulders with trembling hands. She could feel the blood trickling down her back from the worst of the wounds that had re-opened when her husband, Seth, had thrown her on the ground. She knew they were infected—could feel the throbbing heat of fevered skin stretched taught—but even if they could afford it she didn't dare go to a hospital, or her doctor. One look and a medical professional would have little doubt how she'd received her injuries; they'd be required by law to report their suspicions.
Sarah couldn't let that happen. She knew that if anyone questioned Seth he'd find a way to make good on his promise. He'd have her committed, or she'd wind up dead, the whole speculation of abuse cleanly swept under the rug. With his connections, she had no doubt he could do it, too. And other than the two helpless children she'd leave behind, she doubted anyone would notice, or care if she permanently disappeared.
Feeling the material sticking to her raw skin, Sarah looked over her shoulder, eying her reflection in the mirror. Though she'd chosen a dark colored blouse, she could clearly see where the blood had seeped through, then dried, holding fast where the wounds were trying to scab over. After a moment's debate, she turned on the shower. The water would burn, but surely it would hurt less than tearing open those wounds. She removed the rest of her clothing, what little there was left. He'd torn her skirt shoving it up her body, before he pulled his boot-knife, using it to slice her underwear off, all the while threatening to do vile things to her body with it as he did so.
God, she'd been so careless when she answered the phone earlier. She'd thought Seth had already left for work, so when she'd heard Enoch's—Nick, Seth hated when she called him Enoch—friendly voice she'd responded to his ever warm greeting in kind, and answered his questions about how she and the children were doing even laughing over his attempt at humor; none of which she'd dare do when Seth was around.
Seth hadn't left for work, as she thought, and when she looked up from her perch on the bedside and saw the mask of fury fall into place, the rage burning clearly in his eyes, her moment of happiness quickly faded. She'd known what was coming. He'd taken the phone from her and spoken to his ex-patrol-partner. Pretending the whole while that everything was okay, even as he laid his duffel bag full of duty-gear down and slipped the belt from the loops around his waist. His gaze never left Sarah's, and as he said goodbye and hung up, she fought not to show any reaction to what was coming because if she did he'd only make it worse.
“How many times have I told you, you stupid slut, not to seduce my friends?”
Sarah stared at his feet, she didn't make eye contact, didn't dare answer. If she claimed she hadn't been trying to seduce Enoch he'd beat her until she recanted, then he'd punish her for the seduction. No, it was best to stay quiet through it all. Especially with her children, Malachi and Olivia sleeping in their cribs just down the hall.
“I fucking asked you a question, you whore!” Her head snapped back and pain exploded in her cheek and behind her right eye from the force of the backhanded blow. It was only when he was truly angry that he touched her places that would be visible. The rest of the time he kept his punishment hidden from the world, literally and figuratively.
“I'm sorry,” she managed to choke out past the mouthful of blood. Not that he cared about her answer, but she hadn't seen him this angry in a long long time. Not since that first time...
“Do you bring men into this house the moment I'm gone, you filthy bitch?”
This time he didn't wait for an answer. He dragged her off the bed and onto the floor. And when he was done beating her, after he'd used that knife to threaten the baby that he'd planted inside her the last time she'd been so thoughtlessly careless, he forcefully reminded her that she belonged to him, and only him. That her body belonged to him. After he'd pulled out of her, cleaned himself off, and righted his clothing, he'd pulled her up from the floor.
“I don't understand why you make me do that, Sarah.” He shook his head, his tone bewildered, all the anger gone. “You just can't seem to learn. I expect better of you. I expect more from you.”
There was nothing to say, so she merely looked at the ground as she fought back the waves of nausea. The thought of what he'd make her do if she vomited in front of him made her stomach roil harder.
“I'm sorry, it won't happen again,” she whispered, her voice trembling as violently as her body. She didn't dare make eye contact; she could not afford to let him see the hatred that she knew he'd see shining in her eyes at that moment. They both knew the statement was a lie, it would happen again, it always did, but it was what he wanted to hear, and it was the only means of self-preservation she had at the moment.
He leaned in and planted a gentle kiss on her forehead, and she fought desperately not to flinch. “I'll see you in the morning, baby.” He turned and walked out the door without another word. This time she followed behind, at a safe distance, and locked the door once the tail lights disappeared down the road.
She had no idea how long she's been standing there staring at her bruised and swollen face in the mirror when the glass finally fogged up making her all but disappear. Sometimes she wished it were that simple, but it wasn't. Her children depended on her.
Sarah tested the water, making sure it was comfortably warm, but not hot. She climbed into the tub and pulled the curtain shut before stepping under the shower-flow. As cool as the water was it still burned upon contact with the open, throbbing wounds on her back, making her gasp. She fought back tears of pain and sorrow, and refused to let herself imagine a different life. A life where she was a better wife who knew how to make her husband happy instead of constantly angering him at every turn. One where she and her children were safe and happy. Loved.
But it was useless. No matter how hard she fought it, the images still came. Memories of dreams she had deep in the night. The hope would not die a quite death. Sarah slowly slid to the floor, wrapped her arms around her up-drawn knees and finally let the tears flow.  

Sunday, March 17, 2013

Jessica Scott - The Long Way Home

I'm thrilled to announce that after a long way, the cover for The Long Way Home is finally out. The fabulous Shawntelle Madison did an amazing job with this, didn't she? Want your own copy? Buy it at: Barnes & Noble| Smashwords | Amazon | Kobo 

 The Long Way Home cover
The Long Way Home cover[/caption] From the back cover:
My name is Jessica Scott. I am a soldier. I am a mother. I am a wife. In 2009, Army second lieutenant Jessica Scott deployed to Iraq as part of Operation Iraqi Freedom and Operation New Dawn. She thought deploying was the hardest thing she'd ever do. She was wrong. This is the story of a mother coming home from war and learning to be a mom again. This is the story of a lieutenant making the grade and becoming a company commander. This is the journey of a writer persevering through a hundred rejections. This is the story of a soldier learning to be a woman again. This is the story of a wife waiting for the end of a war. This is the journey as it happened, without commentary. This is her blog. There are many blogs from the Iraq war, but this one is hers.
Check out the : Below is an exclusive look at :
Make sure you check out the reviews on Goodreads and if you haven't already, add it to your shelf! Get your copy today: Barnes & Noble | Smashwords | Amazon | Kobo The rest of the bookstores links will be live soon!

About Jess

Jessica Scott is a career army officer, mother of two daughters, three cats and three
dogs, wife to a career NCO and wrangler of all things stuffed and fluffy. She is a terrible
cook and even worse housekeeper, but she's a pretty good shot with her assigned
weapon and someone liked some of the stuff she wrote. Somehow, her children are
pretty well adjusted and her husband still loves her, despite burned water and a messy
house.

Oprah has called her. True story.

Her debut novel BECAUSE OF YOU launched Loveswept, the first Random House
digital imprint.

She's written for the New York Times At War Blog, PBS Point of View Regarding War,
and IAVA. She deployed to Iraq in 2009 as part of OIF/New Dawn and is currently a
company commander stationed at Fort Hood.

Most recently, she's been featured as one of Esquire Magazine's Americans of the Year
for 2012.

Connect with Jessica at

Website: http://www.jessicascott.net
Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/jessicascott09
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/jessicascottauthor
Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5131118.Jessica_Scott

Thursday, March 14, 2013

LUCK OF THE IRISH

It's been a crazy week around our house. It's spring break and we've had little guests. We've been on-the-go all week. In short, I'm exhausted. With everything going on I almost forgot that I'd agreed to participate in the Just Romantic Suspense Luck Of The Irish Giveaway. Thank God for Google Calendar!

So, here's the info. 30 of your favorite--well okay, 29 and me--authors have joined together to do a hard-copy give away. Simply head on over to JustRomanticSuspense.com and follow the directions to join in the fun. Also, don't forget that the March Madness Hop is still going on. Hopefully you've been participating. We've got some great prizes to give away there too.

Monday, March 4, 2013

March Madness: Technologically challenged



I'm guessing most of you are old enough to know who George Jetson is. The father from the animated Sitcom, The Jetson's, produced by Hanna-Barbera during the 60's and then again in the 80's.

If not, meet George Jetson:


If you know anything about the story line, George has issues with technology. Basically it's passed him by. From his robot maid to the space vehicle he commutes to work in, and everything in between. He struggles to keep up, thus allowing for some humorous events to unfold during each episode. That's kinda how I feel today. Like technology is passing me by, and I can't quite keep up. I've got a smart phone that requires a level of intelligence only my 9 year old daughter has managed to master, though she hates to talk on the thing. And I have a Wi-Fi-Blu-ray player and TV that requires the technical skills of my 8 year old son to operate. And forget about the parental controls. I'm constantly locking myself out of the devices, and having to have one of the kids let me back in. Ironically sad but true.

Am I smarter than a 5th grader? Heck no! I'm pretty sure I'm not smarter than my 2nd or 3rd graders. Thus the reason I have avoided starting a blog. It requires mad internet skills, that I have not bothered to learn. Until recently. A few weeks ago, when I started thinking about hosting this blog hop I realized I needed to know what the heck it was all about. I mean, how can I expect other authors to do something I don't know how to do myself, right? So, I took a crash course in all things blog and “hop” related, and here I am. Still clueless, but a higher level of clueless than I was before. And pretty darned proud of myself. Amazing that I one point in my life I was a Senior Police-Fire-911 Dispatcher certified in hostage negotiation and suicide/crisis intervention, isn't it? Thankfully we worked in a fairly low-tech environment.

So, today, as I use these training-wheel level skills to blog to you from my front porch, which it's a beautiful 77*F here today—yes, I'm rubbing in our beautiful Arizona weather—I can help but wonder, am I the only one who technology has passed by? I'm thinking—hoping—not. So, tell me, what is something you struggle with technology wise? Leave an answer below to be entered into a drawing on my blog for this pretty box.


Okay, you won't actually get the gold box, but you'll get the contents. A signed copy of Razing Kayne, a custom made ribbon bookmark, and goodies to enjoy with it. Read that as chocolate, chocolate, and more chocolate. Hot cocoa, and yummy chocolate snacks to go with your book.

And, as an additional special gift for all of you visiting my site, I've gone "mad" and reduced Razing Kayne. Book 1 of my Walking a Thin Blue Line police series from $6.99 to $3.99USD on Amazon through the length of the Hop. Be sure to grab your copy while it's on sale.

ALSO, since I'm part of the March Madness Hop, be sure to follow the instructions below to be entered to win one of the awesome grand-prizes. Then, when you're done here, check out my fellow authors sites for more incredible prizes and additional chances to win the grand-prizes.

MARCH MADNESS HOP PRIZES:

March Madness: That time of year when women across the country are left to their own devices during the NCAA basketball playoff tournament.

Sure we could do some early spring cleaning, catch up on laundry, organize our closets, and throw out all the junk in the garage/attic while nobody is looking, but where's the fun in that? So, instead of work, we thought we'd host our own version of March Madness: A prize filled hop presented by some of the best names in romance. And we've made it easy for you to join in.

Simply hop from blog to blog--the links are below--and "follow", "like", "friend" etc. the authors sites, then leave a comment on their respective blog post. Each author is running their own giveaway as well as participating in the Rafflecopter Grand-Prize Giveaway of a Kindle Fire OR Nook Color, A $50 Amazon/B&N Gift Card, A $25 Amazon/B&N Gift Card, and 6 - $10 Amazon/B&N Gift Cards, as well as a "basket" of books (e-books/paperbacks). The event is live from March 5 - March 31st, 2013 to give you plenty of time to tour all the blogs.


a Rafflecopter giveaway

And here are the participating authors so be sure to hop over and visit them. The more blogs you visit, the more chances you have of winning. See the rules below, and terms on the rafflecopter, for specifics of the contest.


Rules: You must be 18 years or older as of 12:01AM March 5, 2013. No purchase necessary. Avoid where prohibited by law. This event is open to worldwide participation (basket of books limited to US/Canada shipping addresses only) You are limited to one tweet, follow, like etc. per day, however you can follow one blog, tweet about another, and like a 3rd authors facebook page all on the same day. Be sure to follow the rules laid out by the individual authors about their respective giveaways, as they will vary from site to site. Rules and Terms are listed in the Rafflecopter. Grand-prizes will be announced on or about April 5th, 2013 on the SnSReviews.blogspot.com website. While we will make every effort to contact you, it is ultimately the winner's responsibility to check winning status and claim their prize. Posted winners will have 5 days from the date of the post to contact host and claim their respective prize. If the posted winner fails to contact host, prize may be forfeited and awarded to another randomly drawn entrant and distributed without further notice.

Sunday, March 3, 2013

Sunday

Here goes. My first post on my new blog. I've played with a couple different blogs. Heck, I've even made a post or two, but I didn't like the lack of features they provided, so they fell by the wayside. However, a couple weeks ago I had this brilliant idea. Well, I'm not sure exactly which of us had the brilliant idea. You see, fellow author and friend, Hayden Braeburn and I were talking about March Madness and impending Basketball widowhood for many American's during the NCAA tournament that decides the "final four" for NCAA playoffs.

So, we tossed around the idea of having our own March Madness, and here it is, just two days before the launch of a pretty awesome, if I do say so myself, "HOP".  We've got some phenomenal authors participating, and some incredible prizes. A Kindle Fire or Nook Color, Gift Cards -- not 1 but 8 of them. And books. And this is on top of the giveaways happening on each authors individual blog.

Who's participating in the "hop" you ask? That's easy. I'll link to that below. And as far as my blog? Well expect to see me around a bit more. I've got lots of fun and exciting stuff to share. Most of it about the real life town of Payson, AZ, which is the setting for my Walking a Thin Blue Line police series. I'll try to add something fun and witty, though it will probably come out tactless and sarcastic, but I'll do my best. In the meantime, I hope everyone is having an awesome Sunday afternoon.

It's currently in the 70's here. I'm sitting on the porch, watching my kids play; they're wearing shorts and flipflops by the way. I absolutely love this time of year in the Phoenix area.

Okay, the list: