And Then She Said. . .

Grandest and I were outside a few days ago. Sun shining, afternoon beautiful, up to mischief after school. She climbed into the big trampoline and threw a big ball way over the top for me to catch. Of course I dropped it. Frowning, she bounced over to face me.

“Grans, here’s what’s gonna happen. You’re gonna bend your knees,” she demonstrated, “bouncing a little bit. Then hold the ball in both hands and flip it over the top right to me. ‘kay?”

“Okay.” I’m not the best thrower or catcher. I can tap dance but at the moment, that’s not the issue. I did so want to impress my six year old grandest. The first five tosses were awful. Patiently, she explained again and again. until, by jove, I got it. And toss the ball over, I did sometimes hitting her in the head but we laughed and once in a while I caught the ball. Much screaming, laughing and carrying on until finally daughter arrived. The game ended. I didn’t get to show off my budding prowess. Grandest left me in favor of jumping into her Mom’s arms. Then Gracie, my grand dog got into the act. My tired legs folded up on a chair now devoid of snow.



I’m thrilled to announce the 2nd Volume of my series of Mature Romances is now available 3 long/short stories under the umbrella title of The Beginning. . .Not The End available both in print and in all eformats.

No Time for Green Bananas     Celeste Hamlin, seventy-five year old widow, has a goal… conquer the six mountains in the Saranac Lake region before deciding what to do with the rest of her life. Sixty-two year old Professor Paul Harris, meets the dynamic Celeste, and recalls the last words his wife said before she passed. “Find another love and begin again.” Will they begin again?

She Didn’t Say No     Grace didn’t say no to the Big Man On Campus, Scott Dwyer. And then her life changed… Years later, a too-close encounter of an unpleasant kind with a skunk and Scott’s German Shepherd reunites the former lovers. What happens in between are their stories of beginnings and endings and love lost, then found.

Dr. D and the Dad     A trip over a mound of sand on the beach begins a journey for Diane O’Rourke and Tony Flannigan. She’s a pediatrician, a bit over weight; he has a foster care home with three children under his sheltering wing… and a dark secret. Can they overcome the past and make the future work for them? They might just find the initial trip was well worth it.


4/20/14 WEWRIWA

Another sunny day in NY with birds chirping and neighbors coming out of hibernation in this quiet neighborhood. I woke up today and that’s always a plus. Welcome to my world and Weekend Warrior Writers. Know this, my friends, I appreciate your critique of my new story. Every comment is important. Thank you all.

Continuing with my WIP She Never Said Yes. 15 and a half year old Joy Davison invites eighteen year old Danny Wilson to her club dinner dance. Sounds easy, right? He accepts and she’s thrilled. Mother wants to meet this senior boy after warning her only daughter saying boy’s will expect “privileges”, never telling innocent Joy what that means. She also wants to meet this possibly depraved boy so when he comes to the door to tell Joy a secret, Mother is there. And to Joy’s surprise , when Mother and Danny shake hands, her mother holds on too long to be polite and peers into Danny’s eyes like detectives do in the movies. A sign of the 40′s with Mama Bear protecting Baby Bear. Left alone at last, Joy is anxious to find out what Danny wants to tell her.

Excerpt in eight:

He shuffled his feet the way I’d seen him do when we walked home and I guessed he was uncomfortable and why not when he’s so sure of himself in school and my home is like foreign territory.
“You want to tell me something?” fingers crossed tight under my arms praying he didn’t plan to say he didn’t want to go out with me or even worse, he had another girlfriend.
His voice kind of choked and finally he spilled the beans, “Remember I said my dad was an immigrant from Russia and did you wonder why my last name is Wilson, not too Russian?”
Breathing a sigh of relief, I thought, not the date or another girl and fingers uncrossed, I leaned toward this adorable nervous boy to listen.
“Danny,” I touched his reindeer sweater so soft his mom must have washed it a million times, “I didn’t think about it but I betcha I’d have asked you, um, soon.”
He settled back against the stiff blue silk covered sofa, more comfortable since he’d started talking: “His family arrived at Ellis Island, do you know about Ellis Island?” I nodded. “The inspector asked Grandpa his name and Grandpa spoke a garbled Russian, the story goes, and said “Wolinsky” simplified by the man in charge to Wilson.”
“Danny, the same thing happened to my father’s family and that’s how the name Davidonivich became Davison.”
His freckled face looked so serious all of a sudden especially when he said, “Let’s pinky swear not to tell anyone else” and right then we locked pinky fingers, his large, mine small and shook them, our first pact.

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Welcome to the wild world of author Chelle Cordero. . .

About Chelle Cordero                                                                     Chelle 2
1. How did you start your writing career?
The first piece I ever had published outside of school related publications was actually done as a favor for the Auxiliary Police liaison officer in the local NYPD precinct – he needed to supply a write-up about a ceremony he was hosting. It was a newspaper article about a 16-year old who lost his life defending a mugging victim on the subway.
2. Has someone been instrumental in inspiring you as a writer?
At this point I start singing the words form the Beatles song, “And in my hour of darkness, She is standing right in front of me, Speaking words of wisdom, let it be” I have been very fortunate to be inspired by a few people since I’ve become a published author. I have a stereotypical artist temperament and there are times self-doubts begin to find their way in. During these melancholy times I am often bolstered by the encouragement of Kimberlee Williams (Managing Editor at VHP), Charmaine Gordon (fellow VHP author) and my sister Bobi Du-Bois.
3. Does your significant other read your stuff?
Nope. He claims the stories I write are not his style of reading material, however I think he is just afraid of the heroes and the love stories wondering if he will recognize himself or not, lol.
4. Tell us about your family.
My husband and I have a passion for embarrassing our offspring; there really isn’t room for all of the stories for which they will never forgive us. I could probably write a book once I start talking about my husband and children, but then I would probably get sued… Our daughter and our son have, despite our influence, grown to be remarkable adults – they both work as first responders in Emergency Medical Services and are terrific at what they do. Hubby is a freelance Audio/Visual technician and photographer and has volunteered in emergency services all of our married life.
5. As a child, what did you want to be when you grew up?
Mostly I wanted to be an adult. I guess I was a mixed up kid: I wanted to be an actress, a nurse, a police officer, an architect, a theatrical lighting designer, a wife and mom, and a novelist.
6. What are your favorite TV shows?
I adore the old Emergency series (from the 70s). Currently I like Drop Dead Diva, NCIS, Blue Bloods, and Grimm.
7. What group did you hang out with in high school?
Theatre Arts students, we did all of the backstage work. I went to the High School of Art and Design in NYC where I graduated with BOTH an academic diploma and a vocational diploma. It was a terrific specialty school that offered professional level art classes. We came from all over the city and spent early morning to early evening in the school. At lunchtime the TA students used to ditch the cafeteria and eat our lunches high up on the catwalk for privacy.
8. Do you have any suggestions for beginning writers? If so, what are they?
Just write – about anything and everything. Getting those words down on paper is one of the most important things you can do. If you want to make a business of it, you will also need discipline, perseverance and a thick skin, but it is definitely worth it.
9. Do you have a milestone birthday coming up? If so, how are you approaching it?
Why yes, I am turning 60 this month and I’m approaching it day-by-day. By the way, I’ve never lied about my age (at least not to make me younger since I’m a teen), I would much rather have folks say I’m in decent shape for a woman my age rather than have their pity because I’ve told them I’m 20 years younger.
10. What would we find under your bed?
I haven’t the slightest idea aside from a lot of dust – but I have been looking for that pair of shoes…
11. What is the funniest thing that ever happened to you as an author?
Shortly after my first book was published by Vanilla Heart Publishing, I accompanied my husband on a business trip. I took a few copies of the book with me to hand out to strangers I met along the way. One morning I autographed a copy and gave it to the hotel room maid – she politely smiled and said thank you; I was a little let down that she didn’t seem impressed. About a minute later I heard her exclaim from the hallway and she came running back into the room waving the book and pointing to my author photo on the back cover. She said, “You really did write this book, I thought you were just making a joke.”
12. What do you write?
As a novelist I write the type of books I like to read, love stories with strong suspense story lines. But I am also a journalist with several newspapers and magazines and I write a variety of topics including fashion, how-to home maintenance, financial advice, party planning and more. And yes, I do write under the same name for fiction and non-fiction.

Brief bio:
Chelle Cordero is an award-winning author of ten Romantic Suspense novels for the 30plus crowd. Believing that everyone should fall in love and take pleasure in the adventure that surrounds them, Chelle writes about passionate, determined and committed characters who overcome obstacles to follow their dreams.
A not-so-typical suburban housewife and mom to two adult offspring, Chelle has been an acting student, undercover investigator, Auxiliary Police Officer, Emergency Medical Technician, reporter and community activist; she continues to live vicariously through the adventures of her husband and children who are all active in various levels of emergency response.
Chelle is a full-time freelance journalist for multiple publications.
Visit Chelle Cordero’s website at to learn more about her books and where to purchase them.
Acclaim for Chelle’s books:
Hyphema won the Dec 9, 2011 Friday Book Cover Vote on the Shades of Love website
Final Sin was an Honorable Mention in the Fiction Category of the 2010 NY Book Festival & a 2009 Pushcart Prize nominee.
Bartlett’s Rule was named one of Carolyn Howard Johnson’s Top Ten Reads for 2009
A Chaunce of Riches was Winner of D. Renee Bagby’s readers’ choice for The Best Overall First Chapter, April 2010
60+ Days to LIVE, BREATHE, & WRITE Writer’s Book Selected as Writer’s Groups ‘Textbook’
Karma Visited was featured in USA Today – Happy Ever After – Nov. 7, 2013


This is just a taste of Ms. Cordero’s talents. Thanks for stopping by, folks.

Pleased to Introduce my friend, the delightful Sarah Ballance, author of An Unexpected Sin

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Sarah Ballance: Why Salem?
I’ll be the first to admit a book set during the Salem witch trials doesn’t exactly scream romance. For that matter, the setting doesn’t even whimper romance—at least not at first glance. I mean, there were hangings and rotting jail cells and constant fear—not just of the evil that supposedly lurked among the people of Salem, but of being accused of so-called affliction and being sent to die. This fear was tangible. It lived and breathed among these people as if it were one of their own, and I admit my initial draw to Salem had a whole lot to do with its dark history.
But then came the challenge.
This wasn’t just a terrible period that tends to get a lot of play on the History Channel each October. It was a time in which people (or the lucky ones who survived) lived. They loved, they lost, they feared, and they had stories. Looking back, it was a relatively brief, terrifying period, but for those who lived it, it was so much more. Not just death, but life. And through the pages of my Sins of Salem series, I hope to connect you to what’s largely been left out of the history books.
To the romance.
For more on the Sins of Salem series, please click here.
AN UNEXPECTED SIN (A Sins of Salem Novel)
Colonial Salem
The moment the stranger’s dark eyes meet hers, Anne Scudder’s world is immediately overthrown by chaos. That single flare of desire is immediate, driving away all notions of propriety. Instead, Anne is consumed with sinful thoughts – ones that no unmarried girl should ever have for a man who isn’t her husband…
But Josiah Cromwell is no stranger.
It’s been six years since Josiah stole kisses from Anne, his best friend’s younger sister. Six years since Josiah left after his best friend’s death, burdened by the knowledge that he was responsible for destroying Anne’s family. Now he’s returned to claim the woman he can’t live without. But even as their desire threatens to consume them both – body and soul – the dark workings of suspicion and witchcraft are afoot.
Because in Salem, too much passion can lead a woman to ruin… and condemned to death.
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 Title: AN UNEXPECTED SIN (Sins of Salem #2)
 Author: Sarah Ballance
 Genre: Historical Romance
 Publisher: Entangled Publishing
 Sold by: Macmillan
 Release Date: April 14, 2014
 ISBN 13: 978-1-62266-547-1
 Available format(s): ebook
She raked his hair. Clutched desperately at his back. Found it was she who moved against him, for he had eased his grip in favor of taking fierce hold of her breasts. In the dark and through her clothes, he put his mouth over first one, then the other. Desire toppled her sensibilities until she was left arching her back, every part of her begging to be closer. Begging for the kind of fulfillment she knew in her heart only he could deliver.
Begging until he broke free.
Breathing heavily, he bathed her in the lopsided, boyish grin she had long adored. “Your father will see me to the gallows for this,” he said in his low, husky voice.
Though the logic of his words found her, she wanted not for sensibilities. She wanted Josiah. “My father sleeps upstairs.”
Josiah took a deep breath. “It is not often I wish to be a lesser man,” he said, “but a lesser man has a certain advantage when a beautiful woman comes to him in the dark of the night.”
A beautiful woman. Anne had never imagined such a description could belong to her. “You could never be a lesser man.”
“Rest assured, if you return to my room in the dark of the night, I will be nothing more.”
Though his tone was light, she did not miss its undercurrent. His serious nature made his words all the more thrilling, for they left little doubt as to what he wanted—or how badly he wanted it. She could not keep the smile from her voice as she asked, “Are you saying I need only walk from the room for a minute’s time to make a lesser man of you?”
“I would like to think myself more honorable, but I make no promises in my current state.”
“Perhaps we should test that supposition.”
He grinned and leaned in, kissing her softly. “As much as I ache to know every inch of you,” he said, “it is not my desire to make off with your honor like a thief in the night.”
She splayed her fingers across his warm, bare chest and took a deep breath of courage. “You have long stolen my heart. My honor will not be far behind.”
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Sarah Ballance is a multi-published author of contemporary, historical, and supernatural romance and romantic suspense. She’s been married to her own romantic hero for what he calls a “long, long time” (and no, he’ll never hear the end of saying that). Together they have six children … and clearly too much time on their hands. She currently writes for Entangled and has upcoming releases from both Entangled and Samhain Publishing.

Sarah Ballance

I’m interviewed today by Angel Kay Austin. . .

TBNTE V 2 CVR for AReI’ve been tagged by one of the best writers I know, Angel Kay Austin. We met a few years ago when she became a Vanilla Heart Publishing author and right away, through emails, became friends. One of the beauties of cyber space where friendships spring up and people you might never have met reach out to each other.

My writing process and more:

What am I working on now?

Fingers fly as I write another Mature Romance, this one beginning in 1948 to culminate years later. From High School romance to adulthood and all the changes between. A lot of the beginning is personal; a trip down memory lane with innocence, virginity, first kiss and then the Korean Conflict . While the writing triggered feelings from long ago, I still laughed to remember and moved on, with a fictional story to tell. I love losing myself in a story, feel it evolve, characters grow and take over. Authors live a solitary life quite different from other occupations. In the quiet of a room, creative juices flow and at The End, we celebrate with tears. My Mature Romances now end with The beginning. . .Not The End.

How does my work differ from others in the genre?

Mature Romance is a relatively new genre. Since I’m 83, (when did that happen?) I know from experience we are sexy seniors who believe “It isn’t over ‘til it’s over.” Making love isn’t as easy as it once was but we manage. Instead of ooh and ahh, we find ourselves sometimes saying ouch and try this or move the pillow here but it’s worth the effort. Trust me. I know from experience.

Why do I write what I do?

My books are about women who survive and thrive to move on to make a better life. Been there, done that and if necessary, I ‘ll do it again. Women are strong. We’re the ones who can raise a family, keep the home working smoothly and if necessary have another job beyond. That’s a lot of territory to cover for one female and there ‘s an army of us who accomplish just that every day.

How does my writing process work?

I write every day and don’t forget promotion. You write a book; your work isn’t finished. Social media needs tending to. That by itself is almost a full time job.

I hope you’ve enjoyed a glimpse into my personal life as a writer.

Next visit a couple of my friends and discover what they feel and think about their writing processes.

Chelle Cordero

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Best to everyone on this lovely spring day.



No Time for Green Bananas
Celeste Hamlin, seventy-five year old widow, has a goal… conquer the six mountains in the Saranac Lake region before deciding what to do with the rest of her life. Sixty-two year old Professor Paul Harris, meets the dynamic Celeste, and recalls the last words his wife said before she passed. “Find another love and begin again.” Will they begin again?


She Didn’t Say No
Grace didn’t say no to the Big Man On Campus, Scott Dwyer. And then her life changed… Years later, a too-close encounter of an unpleasant kind with a skunk and Scott’s German Shepherd reunites the former lovers. What happens in between are their stories of beginnings and endings and love lost, then found.


Dr. D and the Dad
A trip over a mound of sand on the beach begins a journey for Diane O’Rourke and Tony Flannigan. She’s a pediatrician, a bit over weight; he has a foster care home with three children under his sheltering wing… and a dark secret. Can they overcome the past and make the future work for them? They might just find the initial trip was well worth it.

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4/13/14 WEWRIWA

Sun shining on NY today and I’m torn between writing and gardening. Writing wins first prize in my heart so I’ll stretch, take a long walk in my quiet neighborhood admiring daffodils bobbing yellow heads to greet me and return to write.

Meanwhile, She Never Said Yes continues. 1948. A time of innocence for Joy Davison will be short lived when mother uses the word ‘privileges’. Thanks for the helpful comments and words of encouragement with my WIP.

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Mom stopped her careful slicing of the roast, gray eyes peering across the kitchen counter to look at me. “Ask him to step inside next time he walks you home; he’s a senior, Joy, and you’re a sophomore. Remember my words; do not allow privileges because boys lose respect.”
She’s making a big deal out of a date, I thought running up to my room, it’s a dinner dance, but what’s privileges? Afraid to ask, I settled down to some easy homework almost missing Mom calling to me, “Phone for you, daughter, his name is Danny.”
Racing downstairs, I closed the den door and picked up the phone to say hello.
“It’s Danny Wilson, I, uh, want to tell you something so can I come over for a few minutes?”
Uh oh, he wants to cancel the date; “Dinner’s soon so hurry,” and up the stairs I ran to brush my teeth, comb messed hair, sneak a dab of Mom’s expensive cream , snitch a tiny bit of rouge and a final touch of Rosy Future lipstick blotted neatly and ran down just in time to turn the outside lights on and open the door to his ring of the chimes.
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Must be close to Easter. . .

Photo: My Easter egg mad scientists being very creative with the colors 󾮗󾬐󾌵  Grandest and Granny in the kitchen. Two crazed scientists with boiled eggies and a batch of colored pellets she’s smashing in too-big containers. Laughing and carrying on every years as she grows older and as for me? Well, I’m just me. The original nutty professor playing hopscotch on a shoveled driveway in the winter, gathering fallen sticks to make a pretend campfire on freezing hoods and scarves day. All with my favorite grandest granddaughter.

Of course driving home, all of me aches and I can’t wait to change into more warm sweats and socks. Dinner to put together and then to write. Mature Romance with sexy seniors who believe it isn’t over ’til it’s over.

Here she is with her pal, Gracie, rescued from running homeless by a river in Arkansas to be rescued by daughter and grandest last summer. I love saying, “Goodnight, Gracie.” Who wouldn’t? In my story Before the Final Curtain, there’s a dog named , what else? Gracie, and I used the line.

Thanks for stopping by, folks.

Before the Final Curtain  

Once lovers, aging actors collide on stage as stars in a romantic comedy written and directed by a manipulative director. Add to the mix the talented assistant, a tough stage manager, one prominent costume designer, two young actors, secrets and gossip. Show business. There’s no business like it. 


 The Beginning… Not the End, Volume 1 shows us that seniors are sexy, strong, and so, so, passionate. I particularly enjoyed Joyce’s story in Young at Heart, but all three had me smiling, laughing, and at times, tearing up a bit from the tender emotions rendered by Charmaine Gordon so perfectly. Three generations of my family are now begging for more mature romances from Charmaine Gordon.

Betty Matheson





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                                                                                          And here at last are Grandest and Gracie. As you can see, she fell asleep while I fiddled around trying to post. Sorry, love

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