Of Ink and Quille

Moonlight streaked across the rolling waves. Warm water lapped at her ankles as she stared out over the water. Hot, sultry, the winds tangled in her hair, kissing her neck. Kneeling, she dropped the single red rose in the surf, the flower blurred by the tears in her eyes. A hand pressed against her abdomen, the band of gold cool against her flesh. Beneath her touch, her baby kicked. Laughing through her tears, she turned to stroll back along the wet sand to the lawn chair open beneath the palm trees. “Tears? Are you sad, this night my love?” She smiled at the warmth and devotion in the rich baritone. Lifting her hand she clasped his hand, pulling him closer. “How can I be sad this night, my darling? We’re together and we will always be now. Nothing can separate us.” “To eternity then,” he handed her a frosty glass and tapped its rim with his own. “To eternity, love, and our son.” “To love and our son.” She sipped at the spicy fruit drink, her eyes on the waves. Yes, ...

Grab a cup of Jo, some of these wonderful chocolate chip cookies, and join us as we grill our guests Heather and Patricia...who gets the nice big comfy hot seat err chairs lol. Welcome Heather, I hope you're doing well. Thank you for having me. So our readers have posed some questions for you. Why this genre? What was it about mystery writing that drew your attention? HH-A: I love mysteries, always have. The first book I can remember reading as a kid, aside from Uncle Remus , was Nancy Drew’s The Secret of the Old Clock . I was nine at the time and it changed my life. I absolutely loved it! So when I decided to write a novel, I knew that would be the type. You know, a writer lives in her or his head 24/7 on a project. You’d better like what’s going on in there. PB-A What could be better than romance. I write what strikes my fancy, be they historicals or even some paranormals. As a reader I'm well rounded, I think writing what I read makes sense. And what ...