Anny Cook! Congratulations, Anny.
Sunday, September 12, 2010
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
Examiner
Today I'm at the Examiner with Teri Thackston. If you have the opportunity, please drop by and say 'hey'.
http://www.examiner.com/romance-novels-in-houston/sandra-cox-and-romantic-suspense
http://www.examiner.com/romance-novels-in-houston/sandra-cox-and-romantic-suspense
Monday, September 6, 2010
Monday's Contest: Pdf of Black Opal
For an opportunity to win a PDF of Black Opal, just leave a comment. The drawing will be held Sunday September 12.
Have a safe and happy Labor Day.
The mingled scents of alcohol and heavy perfume hung like a low mist in the air.
Beads of perspiration glistened on Sabina’s forehead as the heat from the stage lights enveloped her. Eyes closed, she barely felt it. When Sabina sang she became one with the music. Every strum of the guitar, every bluesy note of the sax vibrated through her body and into her soul. She could feel her emotion reflected in the throbbing hush of the audience as the song erupted from her throat like a nightingale in flight.
She clasped the sweat-slicked microphone in her hands and drew air deep into her lungs. Just as she reached for the high note, a hard body careened against her and knocked her off the stool.
Sabina saw the horror on the faces of the audience as she arced through the air in slow motion before she and the man wrapped around her, slammed against the wooden floor. Moments later the large stage light landed with a loud crash, splintering the stool she’d been sitting on.
The audience jumped out of their seats, screaming. Their voices filled with fear and panic.
“Pull the curtain,” the manager yelled over the shrieks.
Clutched too tightly to move, she heard the short harsh gasps of her rescuer and felt his heart knocking against hers. And even though she’d never been in his arms, she knew who held her. Still in shock, she blurted out the first thing that came into her mind, “What are you doing here?”
“It appears I’m saving your life.” The voice was calm, whiskey-smooth but she’d felt the shudder that ran the length of his body before he spoke. “What the hell just happened?” His arms tightened around her.
Have a safe and happy Labor Day.
The mingled scents of alcohol and heavy perfume hung like a low mist in the air.
Beads of perspiration glistened on Sabina’s forehead as the heat from the stage lights enveloped her. Eyes closed, she barely felt it. When Sabina sang she became one with the music. Every strum of the guitar, every bluesy note of the sax vibrated through her body and into her soul. She could feel her emotion reflected in the throbbing hush of the audience as the song erupted from her throat like a nightingale in flight.
She clasped the sweat-slicked microphone in her hands and drew air deep into her lungs. Just as she reached for the high note, a hard body careened against her and knocked her off the stool.
Sabina saw the horror on the faces of the audience as she arced through the air in slow motion before she and the man wrapped around her, slammed against the wooden floor. Moments later the large stage light landed with a loud crash, splintering the stool she’d been sitting on.
The audience jumped out of their seats, screaming. Their voices filled with fear and panic.
“Pull the curtain,” the manager yelled over the shrieks.
Clutched too tightly to move, she heard the short harsh gasps of her rescuer and felt his heart knocking against hers. And even though she’d never been in his arms, she knew who held her. Still in shock, she blurted out the first thing that came into her mind, “What are you doing here?”
“It appears I’m saving your life.” The voice was calm, whiskey-smooth but she’d felt the shudder that ran the length of his body before he spoke. “What the hell just happened?” His arms tightened around her.
Saturday, September 4, 2010
Women are Angels
Women are Angels
When someone breaks our wings
We stay flexible
We simply continue to fly on a broomstick
Friday, September 3, 2010
Women and Teabags
Women are like teabags; you never know how strong they are till they're put in hot water.
Eleanor Roosevelt
Thursday, September 2, 2010
Catnip Contest Winner
I thought you might like to see the winner of the Catnip Contest. Binky's proud momma sent this in. Binky was a shelter cat that was lucky enough to get adopted.
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
Karma
Someone dear to me had the most amazing experience. She is in the process of a separation. With little to no money she had to find a place to live in a relatively short amount of time. She is in a large city which means three months rent up front and credit checks. She had been looking all month with no success. A steadfast friend came in to help her find a place. It was a dark gloomy overcast day. Her spirits were low. They went from rental to rental, most in dangerous neighborhoods asking more than she could afford. Then they answered an ad in a very nice neighborhood. When the taxi pulled up in front of the house, the sun came out and shown fully down lighting the house. They got inside and everything fell into place. Nice place to live, reasonable rent and wonder of wonder, the other people that lived there are professionals in her field. Karma.
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