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Beverley's March Newsletter

Welcome to my March newsletter, the month of St. Patrick’s Day and the first day of spring. Spring will be welcome after this rather weird winter. 

 

It’s a busy month for me. I’m blogging on several authors sites and I’d love to have you drop by, say hi and check out their author pages. I have the Book of the Month spot on RB4U, http://www.romancebooks4us.com/ .

March 1st - Janet Walters blog https://wwweclecticwriter.blogspot.com/

March 6 – Caroline Clemmons http://carolineclemmons.blogspot.com/

March 13 – Connie Bretes https://www.constancebretes.com/connies-blog

March 20 – Delilah Devlin https://www.delilahdevlin.com/blog/ and

March 26th – Kim McMahill http://KimMcMahill.blogspot.com

Plus, I have lots of great author guesting on my blog at https://beverleybateman.blogspot.com/

 

I have kept busy doing blogs, my website, contests and I put my books up on Bookbub - @babateman. Would love to have you follow me. I’ve even done a little writing.  I’m working on Escape, Gabe’s story but it’s not going as quickly as I like. We snowbird and I do other things like glass fusion. I’m stretching a little this year and doing pictures made with glass. I also play the Native American flute.  And then there’s happy hour…  

 

But I have done some plotting and writing and when we head home this month, I hope to get a lot more written.

Here’s a couple of paragraphs.

The sun dipped below the horizon. Amy crept out from the old, deserted shed where she’d been hiding for a couple of hours. Once she’d made it out of town, she’d hiked alongside the highway heading north. Every time she heard a car she tried to hide behind a bush or tree. Her watch said he shouldn’t be home yet, but you could never be sure. If she wasn’t there when he came back, after his initial fury at losing his property, he might ask people to keep an eye out for her. She wondered what kind of excuse he might use.

She checked her watch again. He would have noticed by now. She needed to get as far away and as fast as possible. She’d decided when she be left Casper behind to hide out and travel at night. It would be easier to hide from cars and people who might be searching for her. She’d sleep during the day.  

Amy clutched her bag in her hand and trudged along the highway. Headlights announced a car coming. She dropped down in the dirt until it passed.

A few hours later she spotted a sign for a rest area. She hurried down the road and into the women’s side. She washed her face. She couldn’t believe how old and haggard she looked. Her cheeks were sunken, her skin was pale and lifeless. No one from her past would even recognize her. She took a drink of water from the bottle she’d brought with her, then refilled it. She gnawed at a piece of cheese and an apple. Living on scraps hadn’t been a choice but it had helped with her escape and left her not wanting or needing a lot of food. 

St. Patrick’s Day is this month.
Corned Beef and cabbage is traditional, but I thought I’d share something else that is very Irish, and it can be made vegan. 

Colcannon Potatoes (Serves 8-10)

1 medium head cabbage (about 2 pounds), shredded  

4 pounds medium potatoes (about 8), peeled and quartered

2 cups whole milk (substitute soy milk)

1 cup chopped green onions 1 teaspoons salt

1/2 teaspoon pepper 1/3 cup butter, melted

Minced fresh parsley Crumbled cooked bacon (leave it out)


Directions

1. Place cabbage and 2 cups water in a large saucepan; bring to a boil. Reduce heat; simmer, covered, until cabbage is tender, about 10 minutes. Drain, reserving cooking liquid; keep cabbage warm in a separate dish.

2. In the same pan, combine potatoes and reserved cooking liquid. Add additional water as necessary to cover potatoes; bring to a boil. Reduce heat; cook, uncovered, until potatoes are tender, 15-20 minutes.

3. While the potatoes are cooking place milk, green onions, salt, and pepper in a small saucepan; bring to a boil and immediately remove from heat.

4. Drain potatoes; place in a large bowl and mash. Add milk mixture; beat just until blended. Stir in cabbage.

5. To serve, drizzle with butter; top with parsley (and bacon if desired).

Missing 

Here’s an excerpt from MISSING, the second in my Hawkins’ Ranch series. 


Available At These Locations: 


Allie pushed open the door to the clinic and stepped into the small, crowded waiting room. The slight scent of antiseptic tickled her nose. She stopped.

Silence crept across the room. One by one, heads turned toward the door.

It might be the novelty of a stranger, but more likely it was the novelty of a stranger in fancy city clothes with a run in her stocking. She threaded her way through the patients to the reception counter. Patients watched her. A few of them put down the magazines they were thumbing through.

She’d bet a month’s salary those magazines were three or four years old. The furniture in the waiting room had seen better days, but it was serviceable. 

A man stood behind the counter, tall, broad-shouldered, and maybe thirtyish. He had curly dark hair, a strong, square chin and he caught her attention right away.

His cobalt blue eyes, under long dark lashes, stared at her as she walked toward him. Even partially covered by his lab coat, his muscled chest strained against the white t-shirt.

If he was the doctor, he was definitely not the old geezer she’d expected.

A few feet from the counter, she stopped. His electric blue eyes stared at her. She couldn’t look away. Sensuality oozed across the space between them. Her breath hitched into an irregular rhythm, kicking her pulse up a notch.

“Good, you finally got here. I thought Jean would send someone a little faster.” His rich, smooth voice rolled over her. “Look, we’re backed up. Patients’ files are over there, and the appointment book is on the desk. Check them in, pull their file, and put the file in the slot by the examining room door.”

“Excuse me?” She stared up at the man snapping orders at her. She’d run away from one tyrant and had no intention of putting up with another overbearing one, even if he was knock-down gorgeous. His firm abs, linebacker-type shoulders and muscular body did not compensate for his attitude.

Who did this jerk think he was?

Her back stiffened. She assumed he was the doctor, but his manners confused her. If staff and working partners were expected to put up with this, no wonder they hadn’t been able to find another doctor.

“You’re not going to make me repeat all that are you? I have a room full of patients. When I asked Jean to send a temp over from the hospital, I thought she’d send someone with training and at least a vague idea of what they were doing.” A sigh slipped through his lips and he rolled his eyes. The look he gave her placed her one step above an idiot.

He pointed to a huge pile of folders. “The patients’ files are…”

Allie pulled her shoulders back, raised her chin and tightened her lips together. “Excuse me. I believe you’ve made a mistake. First of all, I’m not stupid. Second, I’m not your damn temp. I’m a doctor, Alexandra Parsons, M.D. I understood you were expecting me.”

“You’re the new doc? Shoot. I didn’t expect you today.” The heart-stopping man stared down at her. His full lips drooped in apparent disappointment.

The disappointment could be her or the fact he still didn’t have a temp. She couldn’t tell.

“I arrived early, so I could acquaint myself with the town and find a place to live. I dropped by to introduce myself.”

He focused on her, drawing his eyebrows into a frown. “You’re the new physician? I should have known by that fancy outfit. It screams big city.”

“Sorry. I’ve just arrived and haven’t had time to get my jeans and plaid shirt yet. I’ll move that to the top of my list, so I’ll fit in.”

A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, but he controlled it, as he ran his fingers through the tangle of dark curls.

The men and women stared at her, probably wondering who the heck she was. Several patients smiled at her. She managed to return the smiles. At least no one laughed.

You might want to check out Missing as well as the rest of the Hawkins’ Ranch Series,

&
The Fourth Victim – Sara’s story

Guest Author 
Caroline Clemmons

Thank you, Beverly, for including me in you March newsletter. 

I’ve written in some form most of my life. In 1994 I quit my bookkeeping job to write. Be My Guest, a contemporary romance, was published in 1998. Editorial changes I hated had been made at the last minute, cutting a great deal from the book. As soon as the rights returned to me, I lengthened the book again and self-published it.

My dad used to tell stories about his family migrating to Texas from Georgia in 1876. I fell in love with the tales. I’d always loved history and his stories made that era come to life for me. You can understand that when I chose a genre, I chose historical westerns. Although I do write contemporaries as well as mysteries, my heart belongs in Old West romances.

For my plots, I start with the main characters. I visualize a scene from the novel as if it were a movie. This may or may not be the opening scene. If this is a full-length novel, I use Robin Perini and Laura Baker’s Story Magic storyboard. This method has been extremely helpful to me. I don’t use the character sketch now, but write basic details in a bible: each character’s name, physical description, occupation, age, habits (like pulling at an ear lobe), and goal. The bible also contains pertinent landmarks and weather.
 

My latest publication is GARNET, book 9 in the
Widows of Wildcat Ridge Series.

Here’s the blurb:

A widow with two children to care for, a bounty hunter that is badly beaten, and the crime that brings them together . . .

 Garnet Chandler has lost everything. The only things remaining are her café, custody of her niece and nephew, and what little bit of sanity she has left. After the deaths of her husband and in-laws, she has made it her mission to provide for the children. When the children are kidnapped, Garnet has to find a way to rescue the last ties to her family. What she doesn’t expect is the handsome bounty hunter that comes to her aid.

Bounty hunter Adam Bennett is on his last job. He’s on the trail of a killer who escaped from prison and left a string of bodies in his wake. When he manages to catch up with the man, Adam is beaten and left for dead. Instead of dying, Adam vows to capture the killer and those that have teamed up with him, but he doesn’t count on rescuing two children in the process.

Can Garnet and Adam join forces to capture the killer and rescue the children in time? Will the children be able to stay with Garnet, or will the grandparents take them from her? Can Adam teach Garnet that even though she thinks she doesn’t need a man, having one isn’t all that bad?

 

The universal Amazon buy link is http://getbook.at/GarnetWOWR

To learn more about me:

Website http://carolineclemmons.com

Facebook http://Facebook.com/CarolineClemmonsRomances

Twitter http://Twitter.com/CarolinClemmons (no E in Caroline)

Blog http://carolineclemmons.blogspot.com

Pinterest http://Pinterest.com/CaroClemmons

Caroline’s Amazon Author Page: https://www.amazon.com/default/e/B001K8CXZ6/ref=sr_tc_2_0?qid=1530672876&sr=8-2-ent&redirectedFromKindleDbs=true

BookBub: https://www.bookbub.com/authors/caroline-clemmons

Sign up for my newsletter to receive a FREE novella, Happy Is The Bride at https://carolineclemmons.us5.list-manage.com/subscribe?u=0a24664c906875718d975ad7b&id=7c2e488a51

I didn’t get the giveaway organized but hopefully by my next newsletter in June! 

Wishing you a Happy St. Patrick’s Day and a welcome to spring.

Copyright © 2019 Beverley Bateman - author, All rights reserved.


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