Wednesday, April 26, 2017

Rough Draft Excerpt from Wildflower



He took her back to her car in relative silence weaving in and out through traffic as if he were in some sort of race. She pointed out her car; a red Toyota Corolla. He didn’t look surprised or turned off by the fact that her car cost less than an eighth of what his cost, “you must get amazing gas mileage,” he told her.
Janie nodded and blushed, “I do,” she said, nodding and feeling a little strange considering that he was driving a car that cost more than her mother’s house.
He grinned, “I can’t wait for a ride.”
Janie laughed.
“I’m serious,” he told her, “don’t let this car fool you. I have owned much older and much crappier cars. In fact,” he told her, “I once owned an old cop car that had been like wrecked a half dozen times and then repainted. They replaced the interior in the front, but it still had the crap vinyl in the back and smelled like hookers and sweat.”
Janie laughed with him and smiled, “hookers and sweat. You really know how to win a girl over.”
“Ahh, that’s the smile I wanted to see,” he said winking and placed his hand on top of hers, “I promise, when I get back in town we will have dinner.”
Janie nodded, “alright. You know how to get in touch with me?”
“I’ll figure it out,” he said softly and leaned over the center console to give her a quick peck on the cheek, “you be careful out there tonight. There are a lot of crazy people out there.”
She nodded, “I’m a big girl. I can take care of myself,” she told him and got out of the car, “call me.”
He nodded vigorously, “you betcha.”

Friday, December 17, 2010

Happy Holidays!

Well, NaNoWriMo is over and another book has been saved. I'm taking a "writing" break and working on a few editing projects and trying to get Blue Lace out for a proof copy before the end of the year. It's funny; even though I'm still doing stuff related to the books I'm still kind of missing actively writing something new. I'm trying to just hold on and not start anything until I get editing done because I know how I am; easily distracted if a story comes.

Well, it's almost time for me to leave my day job for the day so until next time *****SR*****

Thursday, September 16, 2010

Teaser for Blue Lace - Annie returns

After things ended with Jackson, Annie decided to go on vacation alone to think about what she wanted. This scene takes place when she returns. A few lines have been removed because the full version would probably have a spoiler of an event that happens at the very beginning of the book.
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Betsy greeted Annie at the airport and told her that everything in the house looked wonderful and Annie never looked better. Annie wanted to ask if Betsy had seen Joey, but stopped herself. As they drove to Annie's new home, she talked about her vacation and told Betsy all the places she'd seen and things she'd done.

When Annie had all her bags in the foyer and they were saying goodbye, Betsy pulled a padded envelope out of her purse and handed it to Annie, “Joey kept asking me to tell him where you were staying so he could send you this, but I didn’t want to disrupt your vacation so he told me to give it to you when you got back. He knows you want your space right now,” she added to explain why Joey wasn’t delivering it himself.

Annie took the envelope in her hands and smiled to see the familiar writing on the front, “Thanks Betsy, but I wouldn’t have minded getting a package,” she assured her and felt warm just seeing her name in Joey’s handwriting.

“Especially from Joey,” Betsy teased, grinning, then hugged Annie, “I’ll let you get settled in then. You’re coming for dinner tonight right,” she asked sounding hopeful.

Annie nodded, “Yeah. I’ll come have dinner with you two at the diner tonight. Just please don’t invite Joey too. I don’t know if I’m ready for that yet.”

Betsy nodded, but in her heart didn’t understand why Annie was locking out the one man who truly loved her, but Annie was different than her; Annie was more calculated and cautious. Betsy was glad to see her returning to normal after her hasty relationship with Jackson had ended, “dinner then. I’ll make chicken and dumplings for you,” she told Annie knowing that was her favorite comfort food.

“Can’t wait,” Annie said, smiling as she watched Betsy walk out to her car. Annie closed the door, grabbed her laptop bag and went into her new office.

The furniture she had ordered looked wonderful in the study. She plugged in her laptop and started booting it on the new desk. While it was starting, she opened the envelope from Joey. She found herself almost nervous ripping it open and wished her letter opener were handy, but at the same time, ripping into it almost made it feel like Christmas. She knew there was something more than a note in here because the envelope was bulk and heavy.

When she got it open, she reached in and pulled out two things: a small, flat, pink paperweight in the shape of a heart. On her seventeenth birthday, Joey had given her a similar one, but that one was red. Her heart raced and tears came to her eyes when she saw it; apparently Joey remembered that day as vividly as she did. She blushed red even though she was alone thinking of the night he had given her that gift. It was a night she’d never forget. The glass was smooth and felt soothing in her hand.

She put the paperweight on her desk and smiled at it as it caught the sunlight streaming in from the window to her left; the window that looked out toward the house Joey grew up in. She was left holding a DVD case with no label, just a generic yellow sticky note with Joey’s familiar writing on it that read “watch this when you’re alone.”

Annie figured now was as good a time as any and she opened the case, taking the DVD out and carefully slid it into her laptop. A video started and she could see Joey sitting in the room at the inn where he had confessed that he was still in love with her and she wondered if he could still be staying there. He smiled softly and then spoke, “Hi Sunshine. I know that you think you know how I feel about you already and I know that I should have told you my real feelings for you long before you ran off and married Jackson. Before I married Alyssa even,” he said and looked down, rubbing his eye and clearing his throat, “in fact, I never should have said goodbye at the end of college. That was my first mistake, but I can’t go back and change it. I can only tell you how I feel now.”

He paused and looked directly into the camera, “Annie, you mean more to me than I could have ever imagined. You’re not just the woman I want to spend my life with, you’re my best friend. I hope you’re having a great vacation in Vegas and I hope you’re not mad at me for sending this to you. I know you wanted me to give you some time to digest everything I told you that afternoon and I’m so so sorry that I caused trouble between you and Jackson. That was so selfish of me, but I felt like I had to tell you before things got even more serious between you two. Betsy told me that you told her you would let me know when you’re ready to talk to me and while it’s agony not talking to you I will respect your wishes and not call you or email you. Since I’ve been alone so much lately I’ve been scanning in all my old photos and I wanted to share some with you, so the rest of this DVD is a digital scrapbook for you to watch whenever you want. I really miss you and hope to see you soon Sunshine,” he said and the screen went black.

After a few seconds, words appeared in white text on the black screen that said, “My favorite years,” then they faded away to black screen again and the song “My Favorite Year” by the Dixie Chicks started playing. Annie knew this song and knew that Joey liked them. When she had seen him at the football game shortly after she had finished law school, he mentioned that he had tickets to go see them and she had gone out and bought the CD at his recommendation even though she really didn’t listen to country music much anymore.

When the lyrics started, she saw a photo that immediately brought her to tears and she rested her elbows on the desk, her head chin resting on her hands as she watched the screen. It was a photo of them holding hands walking into their Kindergarten class on the first day of school. She had a long pony tail and red plaid dress with a white lacy collar, white lacy little girl socks and mary jane shoes. He was wearing corduroy pants, a button-up shirt tucked in and had his hair more neatly combed than she remembered it ever being. They both looked nervous, but excited.

The photos progressed from Kindergarten through the years. Some of them were pictures of the two of them on bikes racing on the street just outside of her house, some had Betsy in them, some were of them on various holidays or at field trips.

As the photos progressed from elementary to junior high you could see that their relationship was deepening, but still not romantic. There were photos of them working on school science projects, photos of them together on vacation with Joey’s mom and dad in Hawaii when her parents allowed her to tag along. Annie, always shy about her body, was wearing a one piece swimsuit laying on the beach with her eyes closed while Joey stood over her about to pour a bucket of water on her. The next picture was of her dripping wet, chasing him in the sand with her long, wild hair flying behind her.

She felt tears on her cheeks, but kept watching lost in memories. After that photo, there was one of them at their eighth grade dance all dressed up, then they were standing side by side in the foyer she had just walked through and they had back packs on. She recognized this as their first day of high school. Joey had braces and shaggy hair; she had long hair hanging loose on her shoulders and a homemade lunch in her hands. She recalled sharing her dessert with him that day because he’d had a bad morning. He wouldn’t tell her what it was about, but she remembered he said he got in a shouting match with Tommy, one of their classmates and had detention on his first day; something his dad grounded him a week for.

Then the photos started changing even more; she remembered that being the year she really got interested in boys and she had a crush on Tommy who was a football player and popular. There weren’t as many of them holding hands, but they were still obviously friends. There were some of them the following summer at band camp with Betsy, then the next one was obviously after they had kissed. They were holding hands again and she couldn’t place when or where this photo had been taken. She’d never seen it before. They were walking down a dark street holding hands, their heads close together and she suddenly realized that was the playground in the background. Someone had taken a photo of them walking home from the playground hand in hand, whispering something to one another and if she didn’t know better, she’d say it was the night that they first kissed. It looked like it was taken from in front of her house and she realized her mom or dad had probably witnessed the whole thing and taken a photo as Joey walked her home. The were directly under the streetlight on the corner and the flash hadn’t been used, which is how she had not known it had been taken.

The photos that followed were all them after they had become a couple. They were going to homecoming, sitting on the couch watching television, in the porch swing sipping lemonade, at birthdays, Christmas, band camp kissing in the dorm room. They were getting their drivers licenses, going to the prom, graduating, going to college, studying, partying, then she got sad when she realized that the following photos were of them the summer after they graduated college when they had decided to split up.

She saw the picture that Joey had taken of them watching the sunrise their last morning together in his college apartment and she sobbed and realized that the music had changed. It was “Bitter End” by Dixie Chicks and she paused the video long enough to get a bottle of water out of her backpack in the foyer and some tissues. She knew now why he wanted her to watch it alone; he knew it would make her cry. She knew his intention was not to make her sad, but he knew how sentimental she was and that seeing these photos would make her cry even if they were tears of happiness at seeing photos of the good times. However, after her marriage had been annulled she felt like tears were bound to turn up no matter what. The amount of regret she felt about her relationship with Jackson made her feel worse than she had when she caught Joshua cheating on her.

Annie looked at the photo of them frozen on the screen and ached for Joey's arm around her right now like it was in that picture. On her vacation she had come to the realization that she still loved Joey just as much as she had the day he took this picture. She always had, but when he married Alyssa she had done her best to try and get over him.

She pressed play and the presentation continued. The photos that followed that day changed. There were a few of Joey moving into his new dorm at medical school, then she saw something that made her smile and cry tears of happiness; he had saved all of her postcards from her travels that fall and winter after they had separated and she went traveling to find herself. He had scanned in the front and back of each post card. She smiled when she saw the postcard from Paris, which was followed by a photo of her, Betsy and Erin who had all traveled to Europe together as a graduation present from their parents. There was a photo of them at the base of the Eiffel Tower, then one of them at the top with Paris spreading out behind them.

More post cards and photos from Europe followed, then the post cards from her solo trip came; New York, Boston, Florida, Chicago, Phoenix and all the small towns in-between. Photos of her graduating from law school followed and she wondered how he’d gotten those; he was engaged to Alyssa at that point and she hadn't seen him at her graduation. The last photo was one that Alyssa had taken of them at the homecoming game where Annie had run into him a few years ago. Annie and Joey were both smiling big; their arms around one another and she knew then why Alyssa had been jealous. Joey had never stopped loving her. She could see it now; the way he held her in that photo said it all. He wasn’t looking at the camera. He was looking at her while she smiled at the camera and the longing in his eyes was apparent. That photo dissolved and the screen faded to black.

Annie pulled the DVD out of her laptop and held it for a moment before she put it in the case and then in her drawer. She didn’t know how to respond to Joey. She felt like she needed a little more time to get her head together and thought that the work of getting settled into her new house would help with that so she took her bags upstairs and started unpacking and doing laundry while she organized her closet and put fresh sheets and linens on her bed.

Tuesday, September 14, 2010

Friday, August 27, 2010

Blue Lace

Wow! I can't believe I actually just finished writing this book. I got to a certain point and said...ya know what? I think this is a good stopping point and let's go ahead and do books 3 and 4...Eeps! I know that's committing to a lot, but it will be so much fun. I am going to take a short break from Annie and (insert man of the book here) and am going to write "Wildflower" for National Novel Writing Month during the month of November. BUT...there are two months between now and then so I'll probably be doing a lot of reading and editing between now and then so hopefully I can get this book up and running.....fun stuff! I'm actually more excited about this one and Wildflower than I was Blue Ribbon. And of course, I also need to finish editing another book from another series that's been "complete" for about five years now. I just need to fine tune it..that one is called Just Dessert and it's a really really sweet story and when one of my former coworkers was reading a chapter from a first draft her comment to me was, "wow, this is pretty personal, eh?"

Anywho...I better get going. I have some more research to do and it's getting late. Nighty night all!

Sunday, August 22, 2010

Teaser for Blue Lace

As Annie rounded the corner, her stomach turned again, but this time because Jackson was standing in front of her with a suitcase, her suit case. The one she had packed that day when she went to his hotel room and they had made love and run off to Vegas.

He looked as surprised as she did, “um, hi,” he whispered.

Annie sat the box down, “hi,” she said feeling a little uncomfortable and unsure of how to greet him.

Jackson pulled her into a tight embrace, “it’s great to see you,” he said and kissed her cheek.

Annie looked up at him, “want to come in for a minute,” she asked.

He nodded and took the box and suitcase as she unlocked the door. Annie got them both some water and they sat down on the couch, “I saw you on the news,” she said breaking the silence, “thanks for taking the heat and saying it was all you. You didn’t have to do that you know?”

Jackson nodded and sat down the glass, “I did. I couldn’t bear to have your name dragged through the mud Annie. We might be annulling our marriage, but it doesn’t mean I don’t care about you.”

Annie nodded, “well, thanks,” she said and their eyes met.

Jackson touched her cheek, “anytime Annie,” he whispered as he leaned forward and softly kissed her cheek.

Annie turned slightly and their lips met. Jackson kissed her softly again, then when she didn’t resist, his kiss turned from sweet to seductive. His mouth pressed harder to hers and he took her in his arms. Annie’s heart was racing. She hadn’t been prepared for this; hadn’t thought of what she might do if he kissed her. After all, they were technically still married and he still set her on fire when he looked at her with those intense eyes.

Annie allowed him to lay her down on the couch, his arms around her, his mouth moving to her neck now. She was aching for him at this point and found herself kissing his jaw line, caressing his back and not resisting when he unbuttoned her blouse, lifted it from her and proceeded to kiss her abdomen. His hands were at the small of her back pressing her into his mouth and before she knew what had happened he was removing her pants and was back face to face with her.

“God I’ve missed you so much,” he murmured before his lips met hers again, “you feel so amazing, Annie,” he called to her as he removed his jeans one handed.

Annie couldn’t find any words, couldn’t speak. She wanted this, but knew she shouldn’t be doing it. She knew that it was over between them and this wouldn’t change things, yet she couldn’t stop herself; she wanted him one last time.

Jackson caressed her thigh as she wrapped it around his hips. To his surprise; Annie wasn’t resisting him and when he looked into her eyes, he knew she wanted the same thing he did. He leaned into her, kissing her deeply as they became one.

Annie gave a little gasp; she’d almost forgotten how good he felt, how well he knew how to please her. Jackson’s hands explored her, his lips traced her shoulders, her collar bone, her chin and then found her lips again. He loved her mouth; it was always so warm and sweet and she was wearing the same perfume she had the night they married.

After what seemed like an eternity of pleasure, Annie felt that unmistakable shockwave of pleasure radiate through her. Her hands were on the back of his head, pulling him into her as they kissed madly. Jackson drove himself into her once more and moaned with pleasure. Annie breathed deeply as their lips separated and he buried his face in her neck. Her legs were still wrapped around his waist and she relaxed beneath him, her legs releasing him.

They were both breathless and laid there catching their breath for a few moments, then Jackson got up and silently put his clothes back on. Annie did the same and reached for her water glass on the table.

“Annie,” Jackson whispered and sat down next to her. He wasn’t looking at her, but his hand was on her leg, “I’m sorry, I let myself get out of control.”

Annie swallowed the water and sat the glass down, “Don’t be sorry, I wanted it as much as you did.”

Their eyes met and Jackson tried to smile, “it was really nice to see you one last time,” he told her.

Suddenly it struck Annie that if she were pregnant it wouldn’t be the last time they saw each other, “Jackson,” she started, “there’s something I should tell you.”

He removed his hand from her leg and watched her, “what is it?”

Thursday, August 12, 2010

Welcome Home! an excerpt from Blue Ribbon

Jackson was looking at the photos Angie had on display on the wall, “is this you,” he asked.
Annie studied the picture, “it sure is. Angie took that the day I moved in with her. It was kind of my independence moment,” she explained. In the photo she was in sweats and a tee shirt, her hair tied behind her head and she was flexing her muscles in the photo to show how strong she was.
“It’s very becoming,” he told her with a chuckle.
She laughed with him and they stood in silence for a moment. He took a step closer to her and when she didn’t budge, he took that as a signal that this was okay so he leaned in and kissed her; on the cheek first. She turned her face to him and their lips met. His hands were on her cheeks now and she felt fire growing in her belly. She hadn’t felt these feelings for quite some time; at least before she and Joshua had broken up.
Annie took his hands in hers and tugged him with her as she walked backward and sat down on the sofa. Jackson caressed her hair and ran his fingers through the long dark brown locks, “Oh, Annie, you’re so beautiful,” he whispered as he pulled her hair out of the low pony tail and let if fall across her shoulders and around her face. Before she could respond, he was kissing her again, more fervently than ever.
She felt herself blushing and wondered why this was making her blush. She was no stranger to love; she had been around the block a time or two, but Jackson’s touch was making her feel nervous and giddy. Perhaps it was because they had only met a day ago, perhaps it was that he was an actor, she couldn’t quite tell, but she was definitely feeling something.
His hands were still in her hair and they were practically in each others’ lap on the couch. Annie’s arms were around his waist as they kissed passionately. His warm mouth pressed against hers made her remember just how much she loved kissing and how much she had missed it since; well, since she had been in high school and had been an item with Joey. They would kiss for hours it seemed and sometimes it would go farther, but most of the time it was just like this; just kissing each other like there was no tomorrow.
Annie felt Jackson’s hands slide from her hair to around her neck and she shivered as his skin made contact with hers. His hands were warm and soft on her neck and she could feel her pulse quickening every time his thumb stroked that area just below her jaw around her neck. He must have sensed this, because he took his mouth from hers and began to kiss the area where his thumb had been, working his way down to her neck, which was to the best of her recollection; her weakness when it came to men.
A soft moan escaped her mouth and she began to stroke his back with her fingers. She was sinking beneath him; melting into the couch and at her next moment of awareness, he was lying on the sofa halfway on top of her, continuing to kiss her neck and making her writhe with pleasure. He was cradling her head in his hands and then his hand trailed down her arm, caressing her, making her want more and more.
Annie had not thought this far ahead and was growing more aroused with each kiss and each touch. Her body was screaming for more, but her head was telling her to slow down. At that moment, Jackson’s hand grazed the side of her breast and she knew precisely how aroused he was when she pressed up against him.
Dizzy with ecstasy, Annie wanted nothing more than to give herself to him right here; right now. She also knew that would be a mistake so soon after they met, but something inside of her wouldn’t let her push him away. She kept going back for more and found herself kissing his neck as he kissed hers and instinctively her hand found its way to his firm buttocks and squeezed. He moaned, lifted his face from her neck and kissed her hard on the mouth. It was a demanding kiss that could only be followed by him sliding his hands under her shirt along her toned stomach and up and under her bra, releasing her breasts to his hands.
After he had worked her shirt up and over her breasts, he lowered himself to her chest and kissed her breasts, taking each nipple in his mouth, sucking and nibbling as his hands held them in place for him. Annie cried out and balled her fists together as his hands went to her back and pulled her into him even more.
“What in the name of all that’s holy?” came a shrieking voice from the front door.
A sensation of ice cold water being dumped on her hit Annie and she was suddenly mortified. Annie tugged her shirt down quickly, causing Jackson to lose balance and fall from the couch onto the floor. Had Annie not been so embarrassed she probably would have thought this was a rather comical scene. Her roommate was standing at her front door; her back to them.
“Is it safe,” she asked.
Annie gave Jackson her hand and he pulled himself up on the sofa into a sitting position next to her. She made sure her shirt was in place and handed him a throw pillow to hold so he wouldn’t look quite so obvious, “yes,” Annie grumbled, “you can turn around now.”
Angie turned around and stood there for a moment; her keys in her hand. She was wearing jeans and a baggy sweatshirt and sneakers and had her hair tied in a pony tail. She wore no make-up and unlike Annie; you could tell she wasn’t wearing any, “Would you like to explain yourself,” she said to Annie, looking angry, “I come home from breakfast and find you making out half naked with someone on our couch? I thought you said you were going to be back later,” she said and stopped her rant abruptly when her eyes fell on Jackson. Her eyebrows knitted together as if she were confused and then she looked from him to Annie and back to Jackson and his formerly well groomed hair and designer jeans and very classy buttoned up shirt to his Rolex watch on his wrist on a hand that he was clutching a pillow with while his other hand held Annie’s at their side.
“Sorry Angie, I decided to come back early and I called and left a message to let you know I was coming back and bringing company for the afternoon, but I guess you didn’t get my message,” she said in somewhat of a panic; after all, Angie had been nice enough to offer to let her stay here, but they had specifically agreed that Annie wouldn’t bring anyone home without clearing it with Angie first and vice versa.
Angie was still gazing at Jackson with interest, “my phone died,” she said flatly, “I’ve been at breakfast with some girls from the office and forgot to plug it in last night I guess. Anyway, it’s dead so I couldn’t get any calls or messages.”
Annie sighed, “I’m sorry,” she said, looking at Jackson who was clearly confused as to why someone had just barged in on them in such a compromising position. He had never managed to have that happen before. There had never been any embarrassing photos of him that surfaced in the press; he had never been caught by some girl’s mother of father when he was younger and he certainly had never been walked in on by someone’s roommate.
Annie tugged Jackson’s hand that she was holding, “Jackson, this is my roommate Angie. Angie, this is my boyfriend Jackson Clearwater,” Annie announced, beaming.
Angie, who had now sat down in her favorite arm chair dropped her keys on the floor, “boyfriend? Jackson Clearwater?” She obviously figured out who Jackson was when Annie said his name, “are you flaming mad,” she asked Annie, “you go to some home town county fair and come back telling me you’re dating Jackson Clearwater? I don’t believe it. How long has this been going on?”

@ladygaga, 8/12/10 8:35 PM

Lady Gaga (@ladygaga)
8/12/10 8:35 PM
ok this is amazing, maybe better than original. manwhore.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qsU9tz3d3OY&feature=player_embedded


~Elizabeth Saenz

Tuesday, August 10, 2010

Preview of Blue Ribbon now available!

Click on this link and you'll be taken to a preview page where you can download the first 18 pages of the book, write a review and order the book! Happy reading!

https://www.createspace.com/Preview/1070953

Awful name suggestions needed

So I'm brainstorming for NaNoWriMo and my main character is going to go by the name of Janie, but it's not her first name. Her name is _______ Jane Morgan. I need an embarrasing first name that is old fashioned and stodgy. Any ideas? Something that sounds very southern with Jane, but not common (Not Peggy or Mary or anything like that). Something that if you were on a blind date and somebody you ran into called you by your first name would make you want to crawl under the table.

If I use your suggestion I'll give you thank you credits ;-)

Monday, August 9, 2010

Now Available

Just a reminder that Blue Ribbon is available through CreatSpace or Amazon.com. Links to purchase the book are below! Happy Romancing!

http://amzn.to/htownliz
http://bit.ly/htownliz