Confessions of a French-Fried-Onions Addict

Okay, I confess, when it comes to onions I have no self control. I love them in everything, even when they’re simply sauteed in butter and seasoned with a few fennel seeds.  But doctored up in batter and flour and then fried to golden goodness?  Oh, my stars, get out of my way before I knock you down to get to them.

I’ve bought containers of them to use in recipes before, but I’ve never bought any to just sit and nibble on,,, before yesterday. Oh, man, so long potato chips. I assure you yesterday is not the last time I will be buying containers of those little onion-y delights for snacking again.

Speaking of delights. I like reading legal thrillers. Including these two specifically. So along with a bag of French fried onions, may I recommend to you: Dark Moon and The Death of Distant Stars. They’re both written by Deborah Hawkins. All I can tell you is  I enjoyed them very much.

Also work progresses on my new venture at writing short romantic suspense fiction. Wish me luck. And be sure to check the book out once it’s finished. The working title is: Blind Faith. Be sure to watch for it.

Happy reading, happy writing,

Anna Drake

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Best wishes, Anna Drake.

 

More 99-cent Mysteries

 

Crowe 3 (7)My novel, As the Crowe Dies, will be part of a special sale this weekend. The book is the second offering in the Melanie Hart mystery series.

n this book Melanie faces the prospect of one of her dear friends being arrested for murder. But her faith remains unshaken. She knows he’s incapable of killing anyone. All she must do to clear her good friend is find the real killer. Yeah, right.

All the books in this sale are priced at just 99 cents. Fifty authors. Fifty novels up for your reading pleasure. Watch for more details here.

On Naked Writing: an Update

 

blind-faith“So how’s it going,” you ask.

“Ah…. some wins, some losses,” I reply.

I’m speaking, of course of my first efforts at live writing. At putting each chapter up at Wattpad as it falls from my fingers. As far as how it is going,.. well, I’m posting more revisions than not.

I’m not all that surprised. It’s my usual modus operandi. I’ve never been a “first done, most won,” kind of writer. Which was my fear to begin with on this effort.

One section so far, the prologue, I have managed not to rewrite.

So here, in honor of my one suspected perfectly fetching scene, I share it.

(And if you want to disagree with me, that’s fine. Post your comments below.)

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“He’d followed this path home hundreds of times. He knew it better than he knew his own hand. So why on this night was his pulse racing? His hands sweating? He hunched his shoulders and picked up his pace.

Nerves. He shoved his hands deeper into his coat pockets and cast his gaze over the glistening snow, He sighed and watched his breath freeze into an white cloud before before him.

Nuts, dumping Tyler had had been so difficult. How could he know she’d take it so hard?

He relived her fury as though she were standing here beside him. “How dare you,” she’d screamed as the tumbler tore past his ear. Her face red. A vein in her throat throbbing. “You don’t get to do this to me a second time. I won’t have it.”

He stepped past a string of pine trees. A punishing north wind slammed into him, Pushed him sideways He took a couple quick, dancer-like steps, arms flailing to avoid plunging into the frigid snow. He recovered, swore softly, pulled his coat collar tighter Sighing, he glanced down at his watch.

Late now. The street lights were on. But it was the pockets of blackness between lights that made the man shiver.

He needed to think. Needed to come up with an excuse for missing dinner.

He paused, cast a glance backwards. Had he heard something? Squinted. Shook his head. “Nothing there,” he muttered.

He set out again, his thoughts shifting to Angela. Faithful, beautiful, boring Angela. The perfect wife, who would one day morph into an exceptional mother. What had he been thinking? He was lucky to have her,

Had it been old habits or the siren song of a first love that had driven him back into Tyler’s arms? The woman was like a fine wine. Difficult for him to put down. But so what? He needed to stay focused on what he wanted. A respectable life. A nice home. A family.

Well, the affair was over, he thought with a grunt. He’d finished it this afternoon. He’d never slip up again.

He rounded a corner. A figure stepped out before him. He saw the glint of the knife just before it plowed through his thick coat and pierced his soft flesh.

“Angela,” he called out, but his cry was lost on the wind.”

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If you want to follow along as I post additional chapters at Wattpad, here’s the link. WATTPAD

And don’t forget my other published stories. Links to those cozie mysteries can be found on my other pages here.

Thanks for reading.

Anna Drake

Nearer and Nearer Comes ‘As the Crowe Dies’

The editing on As the Crowe Dies has been a slow grind. I became bogged down in revisions, not that they weren’t needed, but they certainly soaked up my time. In fact, the entire project became so absorbing that I’ve decided to change my writing pattern from hereon out. When working on future books, I will write in the morning and edit what I just wrote that afternoon. The change probably won’t end the much dreaded last edit, but I’m hoping it will cut the amount of time it requires — and the pain.

 

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