Well, it is raining-again. And it is chilly to boot. But that doesn't stop the chore list, just hinders it a bit. Then the Blogger hang up has set a few things behind schedule too. So I am stealing a few minutes to jump in quickly to Lisa's Friday Book Blurb. She asks for a 150 words or less to make the picture at the left enticing to readers as a book jacket. My efforts are dashed out below. For full details and more stories, visit Lisa herself at: http://www.writinginthebuff.net.
Secrets Among the Sage
When Claire Westoff moved to New Mexico, she wanted the comfort of sand, the slow moving sands of time. Her mind had been frayed and riddled by her job in Chicago, not to mention how the wind and cold bit at her body.
She found the pink adobe walls of her bungalow comforting, evenings of sipping whiskey sours watching the pastel sunsets wash over the sandy horizon. Her mornings sparkled with blue skies as she headed to work the Sunday Side Up CafĂ©’s breakfast shift, such a change after her city newspaper job. Tourists wanting explanations of rancheros huevos sat between the truck garden farmers and were the biggest challenge she needed.
Until she began to unearth strange clues that all wasn’t right in Hacienda Azul. People were friendly until she asked her reporter-like questions about the bones in the desert. What were the secrets this sleepy village held?
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Don't we all just love a good secret! Especially when they come with bones.
It does sound like heaven the way you've described it....until the bones! Yikes! I hope there's a handsome sheriff in there somewhere, 'cause this sounds like the basis for a great romance, too. Those nosy reporters just get into everything! :) Great blurb!
My blurb involves bones as well... nice job on yours and I want to know more!
I went in such a different direction. I love the direction your blurb took. (Great title, too!)
Great take on the prompt. Made me laugh, though — I couldn't survive as a reporter, because I hated asking questions of strangers. But a waitress with a nose for news — sure to find out where all the bones are buried.
— K
Kay, Alberta, Canada
An Unfittie's Guide to Adventurous Travel
Ah, there's nothing like bones in the desert to get one asking (or maybe she should be running?) Great job!
Hi Claudia,
I really like your story, and want to find out more. No wonder she wanted to move there, but it seems that little towns have just as many secrets as the big cities do.
Take care,
Kathy M.
I hope she takes care and finds a strong man to protect her:-)
Great scene setting. I was ready to move to the desert to join her ...until the bones showed up! Well done!
Wow, you really paint a colorful picture here. I was all ready to move into that pink adobe bungalow until you mentioned the bones! Guess I'll have to buy the book instead. :)
Claudia,
There are always so many surprises in those sleepy little towns...I love that about your blurb. my imagination is running away with me and I could go in a hundred directions. Enough for me to pick up this book for sure!
~Jean
Claudia, you transported me to this place. Good job. Thanks for the submission call outs too.
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