Friday, March 27, 2009

who hooo check out the new group at Red Rose's blog


I've been asked to join a group of five other authors at Red Rose Publishing. Won't you join us in our launch as we begin a new blog spot Roses of Prose on blogger.

At noon, on the we'll be announcing a contest that will run the entire month of April. Stop by and read all about it ... from authors Lisa Lipsking Leibow, Amber Leigh Williams, Laura Breck, Kianna Alexander, and myself.


Saturday, March 14, 2009

One review in for Sweetbrier...

Being a paramour at Sweetbrier Academy has its advantages. Faith is educated in politics, language and of course, love. When three men play a high-stakes card game to win a night in her arms, she can't help but want only one man to win. Thaddeus Oakley. He may not be the richest man at the table, but he certainly was the most attractive. But after one night in his arms, can she walk away? Or will Thaddeus change her life forever?

The slow sweet southern arousal of the Sweetbrier Academy ladies will capture you with this first book, and have you coming back for more. Ms. O'Berry weaved a wonderful twist in the worlds oldest profession.. Faith and Thaddeus are perfect for each other and look past the worlds critical eyes to make love work.

Friday, March 13, 2009

Barbara Vey

Barbara Vey from Publishers Weekly is holding a blowout party on her blog. Won't you go join in and see what great prizes you can win....

Tuesday, March 10, 2009

Holding your work in your hands...

There's nothing like holding a paper back book in your hands and turning it over to see your name across the front. Its a good feeling to know you polished that manuscript and got it out there.
Today, Amazon released Sweetbrier Academy Book One Having Faith. You can purchase it in print for 8.99
Of go to the site and pick up an e format pdf book.

Not only that but read the blurb and excerpt for book two Holding on to Hope which is also available in e formats for 3.99 . Let me know what you think.

Thursday, March 5, 2009

On writing

I'm the type of writer that has a general concept for a story, however if I were to write a full blown synopsis before dampening that first page with ink, the story would not get finished. I have two novels that are done with plot by plot outlines and I can not bring myself to finish them. That doesn't mean I am not writing. It just proves that for me this process doesn't work. Possilbly I need more discipline or training, but I have to be allowed some creative lee way otherwise for me the process is over and done.

I am in the middle of revamping a work and halfway through a western that friends tell me not to write because historicals are everywhere. Unfortunately, I can't stop what comes from my brain. I can get it done. I can put it away in a folder for later. Like a tidbit of sweet treat for my eyes and my heart, but I will have to write it.

So off I go back in time when men were men and women were glad of it...
Nancy O

Monday, March 2, 2009

New Release of Sweetbrier Academy Book Two Holding on to Hope

“Why,” she asked again moving around and pouring some water into the washbowl.
He took the cloth and dipped it and began to clean the crust of blood from his face. He could see her through the mirror folding his shirt carefully to lay it upon the chair. Pausing, Jonathan draped the cloth over the edge of the bowl and turned toward her. He spoke softly, “I did it for you.”
“Me? I’m not worth this. Jonathan, look at you.”
He could see tears threatening.
“That man would have killed you and because of me.”
He watched her put her hands together and take a deep breath. “I’m not worth it,” she whispered twisting her fingers.
His fingers reached out and traced the pulp of the tomato still evident on her cheek. “Had they stones, do you think they would have given a moment’s hesitation. No, my love, they would have used them.”
“But you put yourself in danger for me.”
“People in love do that,” Jonathan assured her turning back he picked up the cloth and looked at her reflection.
“This was because of me, my occupation.” Hope stated.
“This was because they were ignorant. They couldn‟t see what I saw. A woman of impeccable beauty with a heart so big she could share it with a lonely old man.”
“You’ve lost your practice.”
He shrugged. “That can be started again. I came here only as a replacement until Doctor Griffin could return.”
“What will you do now?” Her voice was soft.
He put down the cloth, turned and took her into his arms. “I plan on marrying you and starting my life over.”
“It’s not right. You shouldn’t have to.” She backed away.
“I’ve never chosen the easy way, Hope. I believed in the Union cause. I gave up my home, moved my family to where I thought it safe. In that process, I lost my wife and child.”
“I can’t let you do this. You’ve lost so much already.”
He watched as her fingers of her right hand twisted the fingers on her left. “No, Hope,” he took a step forward. His hands folded over hers. “I am a believer in the man upstairs. He doesn’t take this earth lightly. Come, sit.”
He led her over to the bed and they sat together. “I married my first wife because it seemed to be the thing to do. Her father was my partner. When he died she had no one to take care of her. So, I took up the cause.”
“You loved her, you told me you did.”
“I loved her in a simple way. Not the way that I love you. Hope, you bring out the passion in me.” He cupped her cheek. “One look from you and I find myself thinking of ways to get you here, in this bed. For the past two nights, my first memory in the morning is your face and my last before I nod off is the thought of holding you in my arms.”
His hand reached over and pushed the emerald back on her finger. “I choose you because this time the good Lord is allowing me to find love. He has molded me through strife to understand how precious it is. Please, do me the honor of becoming my wife. I will make it my duty that you will never want for anything.”

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