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    The Knife – Day 4 of the Romance Bandits Invasion
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The Knife – Day 4 of the Romance Bandits Invasion

Withknife Today we have murder, mayhem and mystery. Which doesn’t exclude cooking lessons and Jimmy Choo’s. Authors Anna Sugden, Kate Carlisle, Beth Andrews and  K.J. Howe took one look at the photo “The Knife” and all bets were off. Each vignette will compel you to add a line or two or three.

All you have to do is add the last line(s) to any or all of the vignettes to be eligible to win today’s prize. A signed copy of NOT WITHOUT HER FAMILY by Beth Andrews, asigned copy of HOMICIDE IN HARDCOVER by Kate Carlisle, a heart-shaped soap, aStarbucks gift card, a Barnes and Noble gift card, some chocolates and other heart shaped goodies.







Vignette 1 by Anna Sugden

Anna.s Silence.
At last.
Alison shivered in the cool night air, as she worked up the courage to check the scene inside. The smashing of china and crashing of crystal had ceased several minutes ago. The rampage quieted for another night.
Still, she waited.  She had to be sure. She couldn’t afford a mistake. Gingerly, she touched her swelling left eye.
Surely, he must have passed out by now.  The single malt whiskeys, the bottle of red wine and after-dinner brandies had to have taken their toll. As they did every night.
The tinkle of broken glass halted her in her tracks. Then, silence once more.
This was her chance. She had to do it now.
Alison gripped the butcher’s knife more tightly. Drawing in a shallow, shaky breath, she inched forward and peered round the door.

When Anna Sugden moved to New Jersey from England, she had no idea a work permit snafu would give her the chance to follow her dream of becoming a romance writer. A two-time Golden Heart finalist, Anna writes heart-warming contemporary romances with an English twist. To find out more about them (especially her sexy hockey hunks!), please visit her website at www.annasugden.com


Vignette 2 by Kate Carlisle

Amanda had never cooked a standing rib roast before, but this night was special. Hubert was going to Kate Carlisle-600dpi pop the question! He wasn’t an exciting man, but Amanda didn’t need excitement. She needed someone stable and predictable. Hubert was nothing if not predictable.
She glanced around the kitchen. Everything was ready. But where was Hubert? He was never late. But the roast was ready to carve, so she grabbed the knife – but it was so dull!
Now what? Oh, if only she knew her way around the kitchen, but she was an heiress, not a chef. Maybe the handsome new estate manager, Drake Blackstone, could help her sharpen her knife.
She glanced out and saw a light shining in his bungalow at the edge of the lake. Amanda grabbed the dull knife, slipped on her high heels, and headed to Drake’s to get her knife sharpened …

Kate Carlisle spent twenty years in television production before turning to writing. Her debut novel, HOMICIDE IN HARDCOVER, arrives February 3, 2009.


Vignette 3 by Beth Andrews

Bethandrews I stood at Drew’s front door but couldn’t force myself to cross the threshold.  Not that I didn’t want to see him again.  I really did.  He’s smart, successful and sexy.  And he has a big, goofy mutt he totally adores.
If I believed in fantasies like love and happy endings, I might be tempted to think Drew was my soul-mate.
Too bad I have to kill him.
I shifted the knife to my other hand and wiped my palm down the side of my dress.  The dampness was from the heat, not nerves.  I’m a highly trained government assassin.  I don’t get nervous.
But I do get pissed.  Especially when I’m ordered to kill a man who may not even be guilty.
I had two choices.  Go inside and do my job.  Or walk away and kiss my career—and possibly my life—good-bye.
Going with my instincts, I inhaled and…

Beth Andrews’ second Harlequin Superromance,  A NOT-SO-PERFECT PAST, will be out this April. Beth is not, and has never been, a government assassin. (Anna Campbell’s editorial comment – so she tells US!) 

Vignette 4 by K.J. Howe
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Six grand.  Her most expensive work outfit ever.  From the Jimmy Choo stilettos to the Chanel halter  dress, she was literally and figuratively dressed to kill.
Weird job though.  No photo.  No name.  Just the address of an abandoned boathouse and a time.  The target expected a killer brunette—and who was she to disappoint?
Still, that gnawing feeling in her gut set her on edge.  Something wasn’t right.
She sashayed to the battered wooden doors, her right hand clutching the knife.
Stay calm.  Just do the job and get out.
She peered inside, scanning the room, her best come hither look masking her growing apprehension.  A man leaned against an old rowboat.  Lean features.  Brilliant eyes.  Shoulders to die for.
No.  Couldn’t be.  Hadn’t she seen his face plastered all over People magazine last month?

Daphne du Maurier winner and Golden Heart finalist KJ Howe writes romantic suspense and international thrillers.  A strong believer in authentic research, this adrenaline junkie travels the globe searching for adventure and intrigue.

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Prize: Signed copy of NOT WITHOUT HER FAMILY by Beth Andrews, signed copy of HOMICIDE IN HARDCOVER by Kate Carlisle, a heart-shaped soap, Starbucks gift card, Barnes and Noble gift card, some chocolates and other heart shaped goodies.

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  1. Becke/Treethyme
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 12:49 am

    Well, my plan was to go to bed early and read. So much for that. This is more fun than playing on Facebook, and that’s saying something. Any Golden Roosters here? Or is it grannies?

    Okay. I want to save some for tomorrow, but I had to take a shot and one before I call it a night:

    Vignette #4:

    She sucked in her breath — well, and her gut, too. She worked out but, hey, this was B…wait. She’d never seen the guy up close and personal. Maybe this was a double. “Aren’t you — ?”

    “Shhh! No names.” Of course it was him. “What’s your weapon?”

    “Excuse me?” Could this get any weirder?

    He snapped his fingers, impatiently. “Gun? Knife? I’m assuming it wouldn’t be anything as cliche as poison. A crossbow?”

    For God’s sake, he sounded almost hopeful.

    She gripped the knife tighter when he sprang forward and grabbed her arm, jerking it forward.

    He nodded, as if in satisfaction. “Knife. Not original, but it will do. Okay, here’s the deal. I get a five minute start. You have until midnight to kill me. If I’m still alive at midnight, I win. If not — ” he shrugged. “I lose, you get your bonus.”

    “You realize I’m a professional, right?” She thought maybe he misunderstood. Or maybe he was stoned. “I’ll tell you up front, I don’t plan to lose. I take pride in my work.”

    He grinned — the same grin that was on People’s Sexiest Man of the Year cover. She didn’t even blink. “Makes the game more exciting this way. I’m a high stakes gambler. Can’t get much higher than this.”

    She chewed her lip, considering his words. “Just as a matter of interest, what happens if you’re still alive at midnight?”

    The grin deepened. “Then I win, of course.”

    “And your prize?” Suddenly, she wanted to run, but that wasn’t going to work. Not in Jimmy Choos.

    Again with the grin. “Oh, I think you know, sweetheart.”

    Screw the five minute lead, she thought, sending the knife whizzing through the air. It struck the old boat with a slight thud.

    “Oops,” she said, reaching down to slip off the stilettos. “I missed.”


  2. Becke/Treethyme
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 12:50 am

    Sorry, I didn’t realize I was writing a whole book!


  3. Lynda
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 1:08 am

    # 3 Although it was tough

    Going with my instincts, I inhaled and… stepped inside. Darn it, Max looks at me with mournful brown eyes as if he knows my inner turmoil. I’ve really come to love that mutt. If Max is inside, where is Drew? I’m surprised he didn’t meet me at the door. I take another step coming to an abrupt halt. Someone is behind me. Click.


  4. Karin
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 1:16 am

    It looks like I’ve stayed online late enough to be at the beginning this time. So, here’s my first shot:

    Vignette 1:
    Chad’s unconscious body slumped in one corner of the couch, his right hand dangling inches above the shattered remains of his brandy snifter. Alison moved cautiously through the shards on the floor, giving thanks that the sedatives she’d mixed with his alcohol had finally taken effect. Now all she had to do was grab her bag and the keys from the dish on the counter. A smile slid across her face at the thought that Chad wouldn’t be able to stop her from taking the garden gnome with her.


  5. Karin
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 1:34 am

    Becke, using the Sexiest Man of the Year is a great twist. Who wouldn’t want him to win? 🙂

    I guess I find watching the Australian Open stimulating because I have another for you all to enjoy. (I hope!)

    Vignette 2:
    She never expected to find Hubert at Drake’s bungalow. But it wasn’t his presence there that shocked her as much as what they were doing together. Amanda was fascinated by the sight of Hubert gliding around the empty room with a dress clad Drake held firmly in his arms, a Viennese waltz playing softly in the background.


  6. Minna
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 3:02 am

    1. However, what she saw wasn’t anything she had expected. No, Mike quite obviously hadn’t passed out, as his head was in a funny angle and his eyes were wide open. And someone covered in black was standing next to his body. Alison wanted to escape before the intruder noticed her. But it was too late. The man in black raised his head and stared straight into Alison’s eyes.


  7. Minna
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 3:07 am

    4. Now wasn’t that unusual for a werewolf?


  8. Karin
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 3:28 am

    And another…

    Vignette 3:
    Going with my instincts, I inhaled and…knocked on Drew’s door. I held the knife behind my back as he opened it and motioned me inside. His mutt came up and greeted me with sloppy doggy kisses, covering me in slobber and cementing the decision I made before knocking. Looking up at Drew from my crouched position and noting his gaze never wavered from the knife I held, I said, “Do you have a pumpkin? I brought my carving knife.”


  9. Helen
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 3:50 am

    I am so not good at these but here goes

    1. He had passedout she could do this and end her pain but someone had done it for her but who ? Who had saved her

    2. As she got to the door she could see Hubert and Drake arguing in the living room her name was mentioned was this a plot to get her money

    3. She put the knife away and risk all and have a life on the run with Drew

    4. Yes it is him one of the richest men in the world I need to get to know him first.

    Have Fun
    Helen


  10. Karin
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 3:55 am

    Since I’m still not asleep, I figured I would give the last one a shot as well. So, here it is…

    Vignette 4:
    Before Amber could say anything, the man straightened away from the boat and moved toward her, quickly closing the distance between them while holding her captive with his intense green gaze.
    “It’s about time,” he said, a hint of impatience coloring his tone as he reached out and tucked a wayward strand of her burnished chestnut curls behind her ear. “I thought we were going to have to start the murder mystery weekend without you.”


  11. Anna Sugden
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 5:11 am

    Morning all from sunny Cambridge! It’s a lovely day here – a little chilly, but the sun is shining and the birds are tweeting!

    I’m so impressed by my fellow Bandita’s vignettes – it’s such fun seeing them all for the first time. I love that new pic of you – KJ!

    And can I just say how impressed I am with all of your follow-on lines?! Wow!

    On to the comments …


  12. Anna Sugden
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 5:12 am

    No apologies necessary, Becke – that’s a fabulous follow-on scene for #4. Love it! Great twists.


  13. Anna Sugden
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 5:13 am

    Ooh Lynda – nice emotional hook with Max and neat ending!


  14. Anna Sugden
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 5:15 am

    OMG Karin – you should have given me warning about your endline! ROFL about the garden gnome! [pause to wipe tea from the screen!] You’re obviously at your best, creatively, at this time of night!


  15. Anna Sugden
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 5:16 am

    Maybe you should watch the Australian Open more often, Karin – you could write a whole book and it would be hilarious! Love the delictae touch of the Viennese Waltz!


  16. Anna Sugden
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 5:17 am

    Oooh Minna – love what you’ve done with my vignette. What a cool twist to the story. Wonder who the man in black is?!


  17. Anna Sugden
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 5:18 am

    LOL about the werewolf, Minna!


  18. Anna Sugden
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 5:19 am

    Karin, you’re killing me here – my hubby wants to know why I keep bursting out laughing! *snork* at the pumpkin.


  19. Anna Sugden
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 5:21 am

    Morning Helen – how are your two new grandbabies?

    You are very good at this – love your follow-on lines. Especially #2 where she’s contemplating life on the run. Excellent twist.


  20. Anna Sugden
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 5:22 am

    Tee hee hee – another great one, Karin! What a fun twist!

    Wow – what a fab start to the day. Can’t wait to see if the rest of our visitors can match the high standrad already set!


  21. Marisa
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 5:34 am

    Oh my, what a great way to start the day. Already such great follow ups to such amazing vignettes.
    Hello to Anna, Kate, Beth and K.J. – so great to have you with us today!


  22. Marisa
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 5:59 am

    Ok, still haven’t had my morning coke – but here goes:

    #1Alison gripped the butcher’s knife more tightly. Drawing in a shallow, shaky breath, she inched forward and peered round the door. Her heart stopped. There was so much blood. She’d never seen so much blood before. The room was coated with it. And where was Gerald? It was then that Alison knew with a certainty that she was not alone in the house.

    #2Amanda grabbed the dull knife, slipped on her high heels, and headed to Drake’s to get her knife sharpened … after all Drake was always sharpening one tool or another.

    #3Going with my instincts, I inhaled and… did an about face. After all I always adhere to the Scarlet Ohara school of thought, when in doubt, there’s always tomorrow.

    #4Hadn’t she seen his face plastered all over People magazine last month? Just her luck, that bastard Rick had marked Case for deletion. Of all the people in the world it would have to be him. She wasn’t sure she could go through with it, but then again there might me another way. She ripped her dress, and broke of the heel of one of her Jimmy Choo’s – now that really hurt – and screamed “Help, Help”. As Case ran over she grabbed him and threw him and herself into the frigid water as bullets began to rain down on them.


  23. Maria Lokken
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 6:50 am

    Anna – I give – these are great endings! I’m going to really have to put on my thinking cap. Seems like another cup of coffee is in order.


  24. Minna
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 6:53 am

    3. …opened the door. But it seemed my intended victim wasn’t alone. In fact, what I saw made me wonder if I had finally lost my mind. Three identical Drews were fighting against each other. Or rather two of the Drews were fighting against one Drew. Maybe I shoud have taken a stunner with me instead of the knife.


  25. Caren Crane
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 7:23 am

    These are all so good so far! Hey, Kate, is “get her knife sharpened” a new term for…well, you know…getting your knife sharpened? 😉

    Becke, do you ever sleep, woman?!

    Marisa, love the horro movie ending of #1, but I don’t believe for a minute Amanda went to get her knife sharpened in #2! Minna, I love the 3 Drews. It sounds very Matrix-like – all those Smiths!


  26. Hawk
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 7:43 am

    Vignette 1:
    “Jake!” She dropped the knife and ran to his lifeless body. Was it relief or fear she felt rush through her as he lay there in a pool of his own body? She knelt beside him and flinched as a warmth oozed around her fingers. She yanked her hand up and saw the thick ruby fluid run down her hand.
    Dead. Jake was dead.
    Panic robbed the breath from her lungs. This was no accident, Jake had been murdered…and not by her.

    Vignette 2:
    Once there she hesitated at the doorway. Should she go in, or would Drake misinterpret her being there as an excuse to get close to him…again?

    Vignette 3:
    and stepped inside. The room was empty. Not mutt, no Drew. The entire room had been cleaned out. Just a single chair sat in the middle of the floor. A lawn hose stretched threw an open window. It was curled up on the floor near the chair. It looked like an interrogation area. An interrogation with all purposes of not turning out too well for the one being interrogated.
    “Care to have a seat.” Drew’s deep sexy voice asked from the doorway behind me.

    Vignette 4:
    “I’m flattered.” Johnny Depp pushed off the edge of the rowboat. “Least the American Government sent someone beautiful to kill me, but can you do it?”
    “The government didn’t send me.”
    “No?” He looked a bit surprised. “Then who? The French?”
    “Your mother.”


  27. Anna Sugden
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 7:47 am

    Hi Marisa – waving to my NJ buddy! Hope you’re keeping warm.

    Love your follow-on to my vignette (especially all the blood!) and nice suspenseful ending!

    ROFL at Drake and his knife sharpening!

    She broke the heel of her Jimmy Choos – OMG – you are a cruel woman!


  28. Anna Sugden
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 7:49 am

    Hey Maria – waving to my other NJ buddy! I’m so enjoying our invasion this week. It’s been so much fun!


  29. Anna Sugden
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 7:49 am

    Minna – that is spooky. Or is that yummy? Three hunks in one room?!


  30. Anna Sugden
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 7:50 am

    Caren – I see we’re sisters in thought and mind! LOL.


  31. Anna Sugden
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 7:52 am

    Oooh Hawk – nice twist on my vignette!

    And #3 sent shivers down my back! Chilling piece of writing – awesome.

    LOL at #4 – how nice to have a guest appearance from Johnny.

    Great job on all of these, Hawk!


  32. Nikki Logan
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 7:57 am

    Vignette 1 (Anna)
    Alison gripped the butcher’s knife more tightly. Drawing in a shallow, shaky breath, she inched forward and peered round the door then gently slipped the blade into the seam of the locked flyscreen door. The ancient flywire peeled back on itself like a properly cooked fish and Alison stepped silently into her house.

    If her heart pumped any harder it would ooze blood out her pores.

    Sam was in here, somewhere. Tiny, defenceless Sam. Alison knew altogether too much about being a battered child, then a battered wife.

    She was more than overdue to trade that in on cold, vengeful bitch. She just needed to get her son out first.


  33. K. Nelson
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 8:05 am

    #1…..

    This was the last time. Absolutely the last time that she was going through this. She’d been planning to leave too many times before. She’d always contemplated her brighter future as she doctored this cut or that bruise, but it was ridiculous how easy it was to just stick around and give him another chance.

    After getting married at eighteen to the older man, despite her father’s warning, things had certainly gone from blissful to full of hell in a heartbeat.

    She shrugged off all the painful memories and dared another peek around the edge of the door. The house was a mess but all was still silent. She’d waited in the woods for over an hour while he rampaged the house with his drunken fury. Now, she’d just make her way through the carnage of her home and slip the suitcase out from under her bed. It was already packed and it stayed that way…always.

    If she came in contact with him, she’d use the knife. She would use it on him….she promised herself that she would to it this time. She’d end it all if it came to that.

    As she crept through the living room, she was careful to avoid any broken glass or anything on the floor that might make a noise and alert him. The bedroom door seemed so far away. She took a deep, calming breath. It was only a few more steps to the door. Where was he? She dared not look around.

    At last she reached the bedroom door and then dropped to her knees and crawled the short distance to the bed. She ran her arm under the bed and across the carpeted floor in search of her waiting suitcase which held her clothes, money, and a bus ticket out of town.

    She felt nothing. She desperately reached further under the bed. She lifted the dust ruffle and peered into the darkness under the bed…..it was gone!

    Panic began to swell in her chest. She turned around and her eyes frantically searched the room. From behind her came a voice….

    “Alison?”

    She spun around and the knife shot out in front of her. There stood a beautiful man with blond hair and crystal clear blue eyes. He seemed to make the room brighter somehow.

    Alison froze in place and her heart beat faster at the sight of this stranger. “Who are you? What do you want?” she sputtered the words out.

    He smiled at her and she felt a sense of calm come over her. “Let’s just say…I’m your gaurdian angel. I’m here to take you back.”

    “B..bbb…ack where?” Alison felt as if she were dreaming this and wondered if she’d been hit harder than she thought earlier and was passed out somewhere dreaming all of this.

    “Back to where it all started…..”


  34. Beth Andrews
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 8:30 am

    Good morning, all! Even though we were part of the same group, this is the first time I’ve read my fellow banditas’ vignettes and I just have to say: You ladies rock! And Kate, I’m still LOL over Amanda setting off to get her knife sharpened 🙂

    Becke, that is fantastic! It had a definite Mr. and Mrs. Smith feel to it 😉


  35. Beth Andrews
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 8:35 am

    Lynda, I love it! Nice to see my government operative has a soft spot for goofy dogs *g*

    LOL, Karin! Great endings. Hope Alison gets away with that precious garden gnome 😉

    Oohh…Minna, your ending to #1 gave me the chills! Great job!


  36. DarleneW
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 8:37 am

    Vignette #1

    The small decorated urn remained intact on the mantel above the fireplace. The only object left whole amoungst the carnage. The ashes of her little girl…. all she had left of Destiny. Anger surged in her heart. He had destroyed everything else with his tantrams. He would not take her baby away from her again! Silently she entered the room, slowly raising the knife.


  37. Beth Andrews
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 8:40 am

    Pumpkin carving? LOL! Love it, Karin!

    Helen, those are all great! Love the idea of Hubert and Drake working together *g*


  38. Beth Andrews
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 8:43 am

    Hello, Marisa! Thanks again for lettings us invade RNTV this week!

    Wonderful endings! I’m ROFL about Drake sharpening various tools 😉 Oh, I can see that’s going to have me cracking up all day!


  39. Beth Andrews
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 8:44 am

    LOL, Minna! Great twist! Wow, that was one I never saw coming *g* Now of course I want to know if they’re triplets or clones or…something else?

    🙂


  40. Beth Andrews
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 8:48 am

    Wow! Awesome job, Hawk! Love the intensity of #1 and the twist for mine! And I’m LOL over poor Johnny having a hit put out on him by his own mother 🙂


  41. Suzanne Welsh
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 8:50 am

    Uh, can a Bandita offer a non prize-winning line?


  42. Beth Andrews
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 8:50 am

    Ooohhh…Nikki! I’m at the edge of my seat here! Way to amp up the emotional stakes *g*


  43. Beth Andrews
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 8:55 am

    Whoo Hoo, Kerri! Fabulous ending. I so did not see that coming *g* Wonderful, surprising twist!!


  44. Beth Andrews
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 8:56 am

    Darlene, that is so powerful and emotional. Great way to motivate Alison to take her life back *g*


  45. Beth Andrews
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 8:57 am

    Hey, Suz! I don’t see why a Bandita couldn’t submit an ending for fun. I’d sure love to see what my fellow Banditas come up with 🙂


  46. Suzanne Welsh
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 9:01 am

    Vingette # 4:
    Lean features. Brilliant eyes. Shoulders to die for.
    No. Couldn’t be. Hadn’t she seen his face plastered all over People magazine last month?

    Mark Harmon? She looked around. Yep, his boathouse from the NCIS show…Wait, was this a dream or was she really a character on the show about to try and kill the man? And which country had hired her?

    “Better wipe off those fingerprints, Ziva,” he announced as he picked up the plane to shave another board for the boat. “Unless, you want Abby to identify you as my assassin.”


  47. DarleneW
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 9:03 am

    Vignette # 2

    The grumbling coming from inside the slightly ajared door of the bungelo, halted Amanda in her tracks. What was he saying? She crept closer to the open door.

    “I’m telling you mom it’s a bad bird”

    “Yes I took the dange thing out of the bag first!”

    Amanda snuck a peek around the corner of the doorframe. Drake was pacing, a cordless phone to his ear. A strange pungent odor wafted from the interior, but it was his naked sunglazed chest and six pack abd’s that rivited her attention.

    “TAKE WHAT GIZZARD, LIVER AND NECK… OUT OF WHERE?!!” Drake all but screamed into the phone at his mother. This was turning into the blind date from hell… Why did he agree to cook a damn turkey.

    A snork of high pitched laughter erupted from just outside his back kitchen door.


  48. DarleneW
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 9:15 am

    Had to post my contribution before I read anything or I know I would have lost my nerve. Loved the three Drews…. LOL I love multiples.


  49. Nancy Northcott
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 9:17 am

    Once again, fabulous vignettes, and everyone’s off and running on the responses! They’re all very creative.

    I have quizzes to grade and classes to teach but will be back later in the day!

    Also once again, I’m glad I don’t have to pick the winner. 🙂


  50. Suzanne Welsh
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 9:18 am

    I just couldn’t resist, KJ’s lead had the sexy man popping into my head! Love them all ladies, and once again you’ve done a fantastic job.


  51. Minna
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 9:20 am

    2. …And almost fell on her face when she tripped over what in the dark at first glance might have looked like a big bundle of clothes covered partly by the bushes. No wonder Hubert was late. A gilded stake through the heart would slow down anyone.


  52. KJ Howe
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 9:21 am

    Wow! You guys are fantastic writers and have devious imaginations! Becke, what a fantastic story you told! Hawk, I was LMAO at Johnny’s mom being behind the hit. Talk about mother issues… Suz, you absolutely rock. NCIS is my favorite show and Ziva is the ultimate heroine. As for Gibbs, I wouldn’t mind spending time in his boathouse!

    Anna, Kate, Beth…love your vignettes. It’s an honor to be on the page with such talented writers.


  53. cj lyons
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 9:39 am

    Wow! Great job guys!!! I loved them all!
    CJ


  54. Judi Fennell
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 9:39 am

    I see half a dozen of my ideas in here, so I’m just going to sit back and laugh while you guys do all the work. This is hysterical! Thanks, KJ, for giving me a reason to procrastinate my edits this morning!


  55. Anna Sugden
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 9:44 am

    Very powerful follow-on Nikki! You added a dimension I hadn’t even thought of! Nice one!


  56. Anna Sugden
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 9:47 am

    Oooh Kerri – great job! And what a cool twist at the end. I’m rooting for her to have a better life … maybe with that angel?!


  57. Anna Sugden
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 9:49 am

    Good morning to my fellow Banditas in crime , Beth and KJ. Great to see you!

    Hey Darlene – that is an awesome touch about the urn on the mantlepiece – simple, yet so powerful and moving. Fab!

    I’m with Beth, Suz, I’m all for Banditas having a go – even if they can’t win the prize!


  58. Anna Sugden
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 9:51 am

    LOL at your blind date, Darlene – I made that mistake roasting my first chicken too!


  59. Anna Sugden
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 9:53 am

    Love it, Suz – I’m another NCIS fan! I hated the ending of the last series and have been dying to know what happened in the new series – or even if there is one. Abby is one of my all-time favourite characters – she’s so cool and has a big heart. My inner punk loves her.


  60. Anna Sugden
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 9:54 am

    I like it, Minna – nice one! A stake to the heart does tend to stop people in their tracks!


  61. Anna Sugden
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 9:55 am

    Hi CJ – congrats on the new book coming out!

    Hugs Judi – nice to see you here. Good luck with those edits. Can’t wait until June for your book!


  62. Jeanne AKA The Duchesse
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 9:58 am

    Good googlie mooglies! It’s only 10 a.m. East coast time and already 61 comments? OMGosh!

    Ladies I adored the vignettes! Wowowwowow. These just keep getting better, as the M’s indicated. :> Love the stilletto’s Kim. Love the “get her knife sharpened” Kate! Snork. Oh, the thought that followed THAT one, I tell ya!

    Can’t wait to read the next lines. Trust my, you are gonna have a haaaarrrrrrd time picking! (Off to read)


  63. K. Nelson
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 10:00 am

    #2……..

    As Amanda made her way over to Drake’s home, she took a moment to notice the beautiful night. The moon was full and the smell of fresh flowers blooming seemed to wrap her in a feeling of calmness. She’d been so nervous about tonight and it was nice to just step away from the kitchen drama of preparing her first real meal.

    She reached the large front door and fisted her hand to knock but then decided on ringing the door bell instead. She didn’t hear the bell ringing from inside but she waited patiently for her neighbor to respond. She suddenly found herself coming her fingers through her hair and straightening her clothing. She even hoisted her push-up bra a notch higher on her chest.

    She grinned at herself for her efforts. She’d caught a brief glimpse or two of Drake. They’d never really met but she’d seen him down at the mailbox and driving by in his car. He was a good looking fella to say the least. Oh, who was she kidding, he was a hottie.

    She shook her head as if to clear her thoughts. She was only an hour or so away from being proposed to. Why was she standing here thinking carnal thoughts about her hunk of a neighbor? Get it together Amanda.

    Still no answer from inside the house. She stepped back and looked up at the windows. There were lights on in the house. She felt certain that he must be home.

    Just then, she heard the sounds coming from the backyard. She suddenly remembered that there was a pool built behind this home because her previous neighbors had five children and they often made a raucous back there. Without another thought, she started to make her way around the side of the house.

    As she reached the clearing behind the shrubbery, she saw the pool with a built-in waterfall. It was gorgeous. She should do something like this on her property. She’d have to talk to Hubert about it.

    Then, she saw it….

    At one end of the pool was a beautiful, red fox. His head was down at water level and his tongue lapped up the water. Then he sat back on his haunches and began to dig his teeth into his clawed paw. It was the most amazing thing she’d ever seen. She’d never been this close to a wild animal before.

    Suddenly, he stopped his grooming and turned his head in her direction as if he could smell her. She didn’t think that he could see her but perhaps he could smell her. She froze in place and didn’t move. Didn’t even breath.

    He turned his head back towards the pool and then he jumped in. He swam a short distance and then something happened. The beautiful red fox got longer and his hair turned to skin and after a few strokes forward…he turned into the tanned, lean body of a man.

    Amanda’s mouth fell open in shock and awe. She felt the need to turn and run. This couldn’t be happening. This wasn’t real. Her feet wouldn’t obey her brain. They were firmly planted in the lawn and they were not about to move.

    As her brain whirred through her thoughts trying desperately to find an explanation for what she was witnessing…the man reached the stairs at the opposite end of the pool and began to climb out. Where only moments before there was a wild creature, now stood a tall, dripping wet man and he was totally naked.

    Amanda heard a shrill voice scream out and wanted to tell the idiot who was screaming to “shut up” before they scared off the beautiful naked fox man. As the man turned his black eyes towards her and looked right at her, she realized that the screaming idiot was her own self.

    “Ahhh….” she yelped and then turned and started to run. She had to get out of here. She needed to get home and try to make sense of all this. She made a couple of good strides on the lawn and then she felt the breath leave her body as she slammed face first into the ground.

    She started to kick and scream, thinking that the creature had attacked her. Then she realized that her high heel had gotten caught in the lawn and she’d tripped over her own feet as she’d tried to escape.

    She looked up and the naked man stood over her. Water dripped down his glistening wet body.

    “Is that for me?” he asked as he looked at the ground next to where she was laying.

    She looked over to see the knife that she’d been carrying. It had landed a few feet from her when she fallen flat on her face.

    “You’re a fox,” she sputtered as her eyes locked on his naked manhood. She couldn’t help it. He was just standing there….naked and all male.

    “Well, thank you. You’re not so bad yourself.” He grinned at her and his so white teeth gleemed in the moonlight.


  64. Kate Carlisle
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 10:03 am

    Holy moly! It’s early morning on the west coast and y’all are already going wild with endings!! Okay, I’ve got my coffee and I’m hoping I don’t ruin any keyboards today from shock and laughing too hard. *g*

    Becke, wow! Fabulous twist on KJ’s vignette! I love it! Right out of the gate, girl!

    Ooh, Lynda, I actually got a little chill when I heard that ‘click’ behind her. Nice suspenseful turn, there!

    ROTFL!!! Karin, darn you!! The garden gnome returns!! LOL … now see what you’ve done? I need more coffee!

    Hi Helen! Hey, I didn’t even think about Hubert and Drake arguing over Amanda. Hmm, maybe Hubert has more going for him than she thought? Interesting twist, there!

    You’re all amazing!! Gonna keep reading. And get more coffee … 🙂


  65. DarleneW
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 10:08 am

    The mind is a terrible thing to waste yet we waste our minds on terrible things. (partial quote from a drug commercial years ago) but I feel that way some times… I am working towards being an author but I keep getting sidetracked by trivia things such as:

    Here are the times each day that the Bandits Vignette posts hit #50 and by who

    Day1 10:58 AM by Dani aka The Romance Book Addict
    Day2 11:08 AM by Kate Carlisle
    Day3 11:31 AM by Jo Robertson
    Day4 9:18 AM by Suzanne Welsh

    The other trivia distracting me….. Why are some names posted here in Pink?

    Answer….. because they are links to some awesome websites !!!!


  66. DarleneW
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 10:11 am

    Now any suggestions on how to get past my ADD (attention deficiet disorder… yes I really have it) to spend more time concentrating on my love of reading and writing?


  67. Anna Sugden
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 10:34 am

    Jeanne – you’re so right, it’s going to be tough. I wonder if I can pass it on to my fellow Day 4 ladies by citing the time difference!


  68. Anna Sugden
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 10:42 am

    Wow Kerri – you’re on fire this morning/afternoon! What a cool twist. Funnily enough, we saw two foxes in the village yesterday – running across the nearest field. So beautiful in the morning mist.


  69. Anna Sugden
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 10:45 am

    Good morning, Kate!

    Hey – there’s nothing wrong with enjoying trivia, Darlene. And it’s fun to see what you came up with – I wonder if my being in England made a difference to the times posted.

    And yes – it’s websites that make us pink.

    As to how to get past ADD – small goals that are specific and achievable, that you can tick off on a list. You’d be surprised at how it helps. Some people also use the egg-time approach to tasks ie you have however long it takes for one turn of the egg-timer to do your task. Then you can take a break.


  70. Becke/Treethyme
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 10:46 am

    Caren — yep, I’m a night owl. Who needs sleep when there’s all these fun things going on? Oh, today is another good one — gnomes, cross-dressers, guardian angels, transforming foxes, NCIS, the ashes of a child — talk about going from the ridiculous to the sublime! (I know I’ve got that backwards, but still…)


  71. K. Nelson
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 11:00 am

    #3….

    ….pushed open the door. I crept into the dark room. The room that I’d been in so many times before but under much better circumstances.

    “SURPRISE!!” the voices shouted and then the room was suddenly bright as the overhead light came on.

    Before me was a room filled with smiling people. There were streamers and balloons and confetti covered the floor. There was a long table filled with gifts and food and a large cake. I blinked my eyes as they rapidly adjusted to the bright light.

    Above the table hung a huge banner with the words…’Happy Birthday, Drew!’ written on it.

    Oh, crap!

    The smiles slowly fell from faces as one astute observer stated, “Uh oh, that’s not Drew.”

    “Who are you, young lady?” an older woman with grey hair stated as her eyes roamed over me, disapprovingly. I shook my head but my training suddenly failed me as I felt utterly speechless and at a loss as to how to proceed.

    “It’s my fiancee, Mom,” came a voice from behind me. I slowly turned my head to see Drew sidle up beside me and put his arm around me, giving my shoulder a reassuring squeeze.

    “Hi, honey. Thanks for bringing the knife…it will be perfect to cut my cake.” Drew said as he reached down and took the knife from my hand. I looked at him in open astonishment. He winked at me.

    What the hell was going on? My mind whirred.

    Better just play along. I forced a smile on my face and moved into the crowd with Drew’s arm still wrapped around me.

    After the longest party in the history of the world, we were finally alone again. I leaned against the table which was now full of crumb filled plates and leftover birthday cake. My arms were crossed over my chest. I waited.

    Drew whistled while he began to sweep up the confetti. I cleared my throat in obvious irritation.

    Drew looked up at me and smiled that unbelievable smile. Then his cell phone rang and he slipped it out of the phone holster that was attached to his belt. He listened….nodded and then said one word, “Affirmative.”

    I glared at him. It couldn’t be….could it? Was Drew an operative?

    As if reading my mind, he smiled at me and said, “Yes, honey. I’m an agent with HOFFA.”

    HOFFA, my employer, was a top secret government agency known as the Homeland Offensive First Federal Agency. The joke was that it was so top secret that no one would ever find it…just like the infamous Jimmy Hoffa. In order for Drew to know about this, he had to be telling the truth.

    “But…how?” I started to say, seeking an explanation.

    “I’d love to explain, honey but right now…we’ve got to go. They’ve sent us on a mission.”

    “What mission?” I asked.

    “There’s been another Big Foot sighting…”


  72. Anna Sugden
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 11:07 am

    LOL Becke – you know by now that with the Banditas anything can happen – and usually does (especially if hunks are involved!)


  73. Becke/Treethyme
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 11:17 am

    Okay, I feel some raunchiness coming on…

    Vignette #3: I inhaled and slipped into Drake’s living room, cursing silently when I tripped over a well-chewed dog toy. Anastasia, his unusual silver-haired dog — part-Russian wolfhound, part-God-know’s-what — was his weak spot, and he spoiled her rotten. Her luxurious red velvet bed was the only feminine touch in the otherwise masculine room.

    I stopped, listening intently. There was no sign of Drake or his high-maintenance dog, but I could hear squeaks and pants coming from another part of the house. If I didn’t know better, I’d think those were the sounds of sex, but there were no cars in the driveway and I would have known if Drake had brought someone home. He knew better than to cheat on me. Besides, we were practically soul mates, assassination attempts notwithstanding. He was probably just lifting weights.

    Hiding the knife behind my back, I quietly edged down the hallway, carefully avoiding the spots where I knew the floor creaked. His bedroom door was partway open, so he must not be worried about spying eyes. The sounds intensified.

    “That’s it, lubimyil , you know how I like it!” I froze. The voice was female, and distinctly Russian. A Russian spy?

    Clearly, I have spies on the brain. I tried to come up with an innocent explanation for the gusty noises the female was making, but came up blank. Except for the obvious. I kicked the door open, knife at the ready.

    Drake stood in all his naked glory at the edge of the bed, an equally naked female on all fours on the mattress in front of him. Her silvery hair fell over her face, hiding it from me, but I’d know that jeweled collar anywhere. They both looked up in shock, and with a hiss, the female transformed into Anastasia.

    I dropped the knife, speechless with shock. This gave a whole new meaning to doin’ it doggy style. And it would make killing him a whole lot easier.


  74. Becke/Treethyme
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 11:19 am

    Oops. Messed up the html codes. Only the Russian word was supposed to be in italics.


  75. PJ
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 11:32 am

    OH. MY. GAWD. Becke, I am ROFLMAO! You never know what direction these endings are going to go!


  76. Kate Carlisle
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 11:33 am

    I’m still catching up! Minna, cool ending for #1. And a werewolf for KJ? I like it! Whoa, three Drews? Okay, where’s Keanu? 🙂

    Karin, aww, love the doggy kisses and the pumpkin carving – and the murder mystery weekend! LOL

    Hi Marisa!! Ouch, ouch, not the Jimmy Choos! Oh dear. That keening cry you heard came all the way from Cambridge! Anna, are you all right? Honey, it’s fiction! She didn’t really break off her heel. Shhhh … it’s okay …


  77. Kate Carlisle
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 11:35 am

    Caren, such a mind you have! Sometimes a knife sharpening is just a knife sharpening. 🙂

    In Amanda’s case, I’m hoping it’s more of an opportunity to get her … um, y’know … knife sharpened … heh heh …


  78. Kate Carlisle
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 11:48 am

    Hi Hawk — whoa, great job with the creepy suspense on Anna’s! And oh my, that interrogation scene set-up? Quite a twist, there. Love Johnny Depp appearing!! And his mother? Yikes!!

    Nikki, wow, I love the screen peeling back like a properly cooked fish. That’s wonderful writing. And you raised it up another level with Sam and Alison’s back story. Really nicely done!

    K. Nelson, you gave her a guardian angel! I hope he comes to life for Alison’s sake. I think she could use some TLC. 🙂


  79. Kate Carlisle
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 11:50 am

    Oooh Darlene, fantastic! OMG, I have chills reading about Destiny in her little urn. Very powerful moment, and a wonderful twist to Anna’s story!


  80. Jeanne AKA The Duchesse
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 11:58 am

    Becke, Linda and Karin! WOW!!! These are AWESOME. Becke, you HAVE to write that book…that’s superb.

    And the garden gnome returns to RNTV….film at eleven. SNORK!!!!


  81. Kate Carlisle
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 11:58 am

    I’m still laughing at Marisa’s line about Drake always sharpening his tools. 🙂

    Hey, Suz – I love NCIS and Mark Harmon, too! Seriously, were we separated at birth???

    LOL Darlene! Drake’s cooking a bad turkey? Poor Amanda will never get her knife sharpened!!

    Hi Nancy! You’re so right, I don’t know how we’ll ever choose among all these fabulous endings! But never fear, my dear, your turn will come tomorrow. 😉


  82. Becke/Treethyme
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 12:03 pm

    Vignette #1: Alison hesitated as she stood inside the door, but all she could hear was the sound of something dripping.

    He must be out cold — she’d already gotten one black eye from the fifty dollars he’d had to pay the plumber to fix the leak. He couldn’t dirty his hands changing the washer himself, and she’d been unable to loosen it, even with a wrench. She looked at the butcher knife and wondered if the heavy wrench might have been a better choice. She ran her thumb over the freshly sharpened blade, watching impassively as the calloused pad beaded with blood. This would have to do.

    She crept to the kitchen, terrified to take that last step, moving from the carpet to the tiled floor. What if he was hiding behind the door, waiting for her? She couldn’t think. Her blood was pounding in her ears and that damn dripdripdrip was going to drive her crazy!

    It took every bit of what little courage she had to walk through the kitchen door. She was distantly aware of the wooden handle of the knife sliding from her grasp, the clatter of the blade hitting the quarry tiles. She clung to the counter as the room began to spin.

    Todd sprawled on the floor at her feet, submissive for the first time since she’d known him. Well, not so much “submissive” as “dead,” really. She recalled hearing a tinkle of breaking glass but had no memory of the thud that must have followed. MUST have followed, unless her eyes were deceiving her. The dripping she’d heard wasn’t the faucet but Todd’s blood, leaking messily from a small wound in his chest, where a piece of broken glass protruded.

    Her unfocused eyes settled on the remains of the bottle, which lay on its side, the single malt whiskey mixing with Todd’s blood. Death by Lagavulin. Todd would be annoyed at the waste of good whiskey.

    She slid to the floor, refusing to succumb to the faint. She wanted to enjoy every minute of this, since he’d robbed her the satisfaction of killing him. She’d really wanted to be the one to deal the fatal blow, but she could live with this.

    She could live.


  83. Beth Andrews
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 12:13 pm

    LOL, Suz! I love it! Then again, I’m loving NCIS too *g*


  84. DarleneW
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 12:17 pm

    Thanks all for the gracious comments. I am off for work this afternoon with a swing back in the morning so I will try to drop by agian after work tomarrow.


  85. Beth Andrews
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 12:20 pm

    Darlene, great job! Love how you switched to Drake’s POV *g* And I’m so bad about defrosting whole chickens, I’ve sometimes been forced to leave the giblets inside to thaw out 🙂

    Minna! OMG, I love it! I shouldn’t laugh at poor Hubert’s misfortune but the way you set it up was priceless 🙂

    ROFL, Kerri! That ending line is priceless! Love the para twist you gave to Kate’s story *g*

    Darlene, thanks for the cool trivia! And yes, I love clicking on those pink names and checking out everyone’s website *g* Of course, I should be writing but this is so much more fun 😉


  86. Beth Andrews
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 12:27 pm

    HOFFA?! ROFL!! Too funny, Kerri! And the perfect name for my agent’s organization 🙂

    Becke! You’re killing me! I’m at the library doing some research and trying not to laugh out loud but you all are making that sooo difficult!! I have to admit, that’s a twist I hadn’t considered when I wrote the vignette!

    And I absolutely love your ending to Anna’s story! That last line is perfect and awesome in every way *g*

    Okay, I’m back to work. Will check in later!!


  87. Jeanne AKA The Duchesse
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 12:27 pm

    Karin! Hubert and Blake…SNORK!

    Minna said: 4. Now wasn’t that unusual for a werewolf? SNORK!! LOVE it!

    Helen, I think you’re giving it a shot at ALL is a huge win…and I like the lines, so there! :>

    Marisa, these are great!! Love the throw-self-in-lake scenario.

    VAnna, Isn’t that the most FAB photo of KJ?


  88. Jo Robertson
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 12:30 pm

    Woweeee, Vrai Anna, KJ, Beth, and Kate, these are brilliant. And so different. Really, Kate, am I gonna believe he’ll sharpen her knife. Uh, whoops, slip of the tongue.

    Beth, I think your vignette is our first-person point of view one, isn’t it?

    Now, back to read the endings. Another great day at RNTV!


  89. Becke/Treethyme
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 12:31 pm

    Vignette #2: “To get your knife sharpened?” Drake’s eyes narrowed, taking in her Manolo Blahniks, her miniscule Stella McCartney. His lips thinned, and one eyebrow raised. She couldn’t see any appreciation in his look, despite the fact that the deep rose color of the silky shift did amazing things to her skin tone. It almost seemed as if he was displeased about something.

    Did he have to sound so suspicious? It wasn’t as if she’d been looking for an excuse to see him. She snorted — in her head, of course. Heiresses would never do anything so uncouth as snort. She could get her knife sharpened anywhere. There were men — hundreds of men, possibly thousands of them — lining up someplace, just waiting to sharpen her knife. She was an heiress, damn it. She didn’t have to beg.

    “To get your knife sharpened.” This time, the words flowed from him as slow as honey, and just as sweet. And maybe a little sticky, too, because the look on his face filled the words with all kinds of innuendos that a well-behaved heiress shouldn’t recognize. He licked his lips, and she stepped back instinctively. She was suddenly aware of his towering height, his impressive chest. She could feel the electricity buzzing between them, and his hawklike nose made her think of a stinger.

    Damn it, she knew she should have paid more attention that time she’d eavesdropped on the butler explaining to one of the kitchen maids about the birds and the bees. She might be an heiress, but the tingling of her skin was warning her that her expensive education might have been lacking in a few important details.

    He reached behind her and pulled the door shut, turning the deadbolt. He kept his arms braced against the door, trapping her between them. Alison gulped, feeling more like an ingenue than an heiress. She had the distinct feeling that Drake’s idea of knife sharpening was an altogether different definition than hers.


  90. Jeanne AKA The Duchesse
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 12:35 pm

    Hawk, I LOVE the garden hose scenario…then again, as I’ve said, I’m notoriously bloodthirsty. And the “your mother” line for #4? SNORK! There went the coffee…

    Oh, yeah, Marisa, *wince* on breaking the heel on the Jimmy Choos…*shudder*

    Oooh, Nikki, good one! Love the imagery of peeling back the screen.

    Wow, Kerri, I didn’t see the guardian angel coming…GOOD one!

    Suz, NCIS….Oh, yeah…Love it.


  91. Jo Robertson
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 12:35 pm

    Becke, hilarious, so clever an ending for KJ’s story. To heck with the bonus!

    Lynda, you’ve given us another cliff hanger. Well done!

    Karin, you and Becke are as hot today as you were yesterday. Kudos!


  92. Jo Robertson
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 12:43 pm

    Ah, Minna, sneak slipping in the werewolf!

    Marisa, I do believe you’re a closet writer!

    Hi, Hawk. Your number 3 ending gave me chills. Nothing more terrifying than an interrogation. ROTF laughing about being sent by Mom. Good old Mom!

    Hmmm, Caren, I think we may have a new, uh, allusion with “sharpening the tools.”


  93. Jeanne AKA The Duchesse
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 12:43 pm

    Heheeehee on the turkey cooking Darlene. I had a friend, his mom said, “you put the stuffing in…” to which he interrupted with, “But there’s already STUFF in there, there’s no ROOM for anything else!” It took his mom five minutes to stop laughing.

    Minna, love the gilded stake in #2. Yep. That’ll slow a guy down…

    Kerri, LOVED the “You’re a fox…” line! LOL!!!

    Darlene, the best thing to do is chunk your writing time into small bits. Set the timer for 10 minutes and write. Then go do something else for 10, then write for ten…It helps the inner restless child. :> Or, I should say it keeps my inner restless, ADD, extroverted, bouncing-in-your-seat little girl happy at an introverted, quiet profession! Then again, the RB’s aren’t very quiet…but its a virtual storm, you know? Grins. How’s that for ADD?


  94. Becke/Treethyme
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 12:46 pm

    That turkey story reminds me of the first time I cooked a turkey. First, I tried to thaw it Thanksgiving morning. Despite all my efforts, we didn’t eat it until it was closer to a midnight snack. And I also didn’t know there were giblets inside of it. In a plastic bag. Which got cooked, along with the turkey.

    I think we had a Honeybaked Ham the following year. Suzy Homemaker doesn’t live here.


  95. Jeanne AKA The Duchesse
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 12:46 pm

    Kerri…snork…big foot…snork!!

    Becke!!! Doggy style? SNORK!! Yep, that’ll make killin’ him easier, the cheatin’ rat fink! SNORK!


  96. Jeanne AKA The Duchesse
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 12:51 pm

    Becke, love the Death by Lagavulen too. She can live…wow.


  97. Jo Robertson
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 12:52 pm

    Hehehehe, Becke, Suzy Homemaker has left the building!

    K. Nelson (Kerri), Becke and Karin are smoking hot today. Go girls!


  98. jenny gardiner
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 12:53 pm

    OMG you guys have me cracking up! Wish I had time to be creative with these but I’ve got a sick one home I’ve gotta get to the doctor and a column due for the newspaper about 2 hours ago…


  99. Marisa
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 1:00 pm

    Ok so I broke the heel off the Jimmy Choo – I really didn’t mean to traumatize any one, truly I didn’t. Now if she’d been wearing Keds or flip flops I wouldn’t have had to go there.


  100. Becke/Treethyme
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 1:01 pm

    Yes, but Marisa: Jimmy Choo vs. Keds or flip-flops? I mean, even though I can’t walk in stilettos anymore, it’s still a no brainer!


  101. Maria Lokken
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 1:05 pm

    Sorry Marisa – but you’re not supposed to mess with the Jimmy Choos


  102. Jeanne AKA The Duchesse
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 1:05 pm

    Yeah, Marisa, what Becke said. :> And it makes it more impactful for those of us who loves shoes (even if we can’t wear the heels anymore we still admire the heck out of ’em!) to have to break that heel…


  103. Becke/Treethyme
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 1:08 pm

    I watched a mini-series the other day — The Last Templar — because I liked the book. The series was forgettable EXCEPT for the amazing Manolo Blahniks Mira Sorvino wore in the opening scene. It was worth it to drool over those incredible shoes.


  104. Raz Steel
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 1:26 pm

    vignette #4

    She must be mistaken. She waited for the man to react, but he didn’t move. She relaxed her grip on the knife, loosening her muscles. Half way across the boathouse, she stopped. His expression remained fixed on her. She inhaled, prepared to strike, and realized her mistake too late. A lasso looped over her shoulders and pinned her arms. The hologram of the man from People Magazine flickered once then disappeared. A chuckle echoed from the doorway behind her.

    “When are you going to learn life isn’t what it seems?”

    She knew the voice. It belonged to the man she betrayed two years ago.

    “You didn’t think it was over, did you?”

    She didn’t respond. She’d beaten him in the last contest. So what if he won this round?

    He responded as if he’d read her mind. “That depends on the stakes, doesn’t it? You came here to kill me. What do you think I came for?”


  105. Anna Sugden
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 1:28 pm

    OMG Kerri – what a cool tale you’ve woven about Drew! ROFL about HOFFA! And Big Foot too!


  106. Becke/Treethyme
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 1:29 pm

    Oooh, good one, Raz!


  107. Anna Sugden
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 1:34 pm

    Becke – you’re killing me! I nearly lost my keyboard and screen with ‘doggy style’! ROFL.

    And I LOVE your follow-on to my vignette! Especially the ending (okay and death by Lagavulin!)

    Oooh what a cool twist on the knife-sharpening too. I cracked up about her eavesdropping on the butler and maid talking about the birds and bees!


  108. Anna Sugden
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 1:36 pm

    Becke – your turkey story reminds me of the Christmas Special for a TV program over here called The Royle Family. The inept daughter and son-in-law are having everyone round to Christmas lunch and how they go about trying to thaw the turkey is hysterical!


  109. Jen Lyon
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 1:36 pm

    Vignette 2 by Kate Carlisle:

    High heels, dull knife and handsome new estate manager…what could go wrong? LOL Kate!


  110. Anna Sugden
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 1:37 pm

    Glad to help cheer up your day, Jennifer. Hope the sick little one gets better soon.


  111. Anna Sugden
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 1:40 pm

    I’m okay, thanks, Kate and Marisa – a nice chilled glass of sauvignon blanc is easing the stress of the broken Jimmy Choo heel (as is the reassurance that my Jimmy Choos are still intract *g*!).

    I don’t suppose she could have massacred a pair of Crocs or Birkenstocks – I could have handled a bloody dismemberment of those! Probably not, because that cool lady wouldn’t be wearing them!


  112. Kate Carlisle
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 1:43 pm

    Hey, CJ, great to see you here!

    Judi, hi! Great to see you, too! Yep, just sit back and relax and read along because these ladies are on fire!!

    Jeanne, I’m confused. Does “getting her knife sharpened” have some kind of a double meaning?? 😉

    Kerri!!! I’m in love with the FOX!! What a great twist and so romantic! And sexy! Nice swimming scene. And a positively yummy ending!


  113. Anna Sugden
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 1:43 pm

    You know, Becke – that was me watching that movie Moulin Rouge, with Nicole Kidman, that everyone raved about (but I hated). Awful movie – but OMG what a fantabulous pair of red shoes!


  114. Jeanne AKA The Duchesse
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 1:44 pm

    *shudder* PLEASE can we dismember the Crocs? Hate those things. I know most say they are very comfy, but could they be MORE unattractive?


  115. Anna Sugden
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 1:45 pm

    Hi Raz – nice to see you here. Say hi to the Bucks County gang!

    Nice twist with the hologram! I like it!


  116. Anna Sugden
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 1:46 pm

    Oh yes, Jeanne – they could. Didn’t you see the Crocs with heels?! Tawny and I had fits over those!


  117. Jeanne AKA The Duchesse
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 1:46 pm

    Kate said: Jeanne, I’m confused. Does “getting her knife sharpened” have some kind of a double meaning??

    You’re asking me? I’m all about sharp knives, and getting your knife sharpened, or your carrot waxed, or any of those euphemisms are good too! :> Nothin’ like a goood….sharp….knife. Bwah-ha-ha!


  118. K. Nelson
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 2:06 pm

    #4…….

    Or maybe it was Rolling Stone magazine? She couldn’t be sure but she was pretty dang sure that she was looking at…..

    “Well, hello luv…” the words rolled off his tongue in a sexy British accent.

    “Uh, hello…” she said as she managed a tentative smile.

    “What’s the matter then? Cat got yer tongue?” he grinned at her.

    She knew that she’d not gotten a lot of sleep last night but she was pretty sure that she wasn’t dreaming right now. She was standing here in this boathouse starring at….

    Simon Cowell?

    “Aren’t you?” she asked as she turned her head to the side and examined him more closely. He was wearing jeans and the infamous tight fitting black t-shirt.

    “Yes. Yes. Let’s not get hung up on that, though,” he continued, nonchalantly.

    She took a soothing deep breath and tried to remember what to do next. This was one of those unprecedented type situations.

    “I’m the one who hired you,” he filled in the blanks of her mind.

    “Hired me for what, exactly?” she replied as she looked down and gestured at her expensive outfit.

    “Well now, if I’m going to hire an assassin, she might as well look hot.”

    Her eyes widened with surprise. “Just who exactly am I supposed to kill while wearing Chanel?”

    “It’s simply, really. I can’t take another minute of her incessant blabbering, her insane mood swings, and her ridiculous dramatic moments.”

    “Who, Mr. Cowell?”

    “Why, Paula, of course. I need you to take out Paula. I just can’t make it through another season with her.”

    “Are you serious?” she looked around the boathouse to see if she could detect any cameras. Maybe she was on Ashton Kutcher’s “Punked” show or something.

    “Oh, I’m deadly serious,” he continued with a look of menace in his eyes. Then, just as quickly, he changed into a smiling fool again. “Know anyone who’s looking for a job on television? There may be a position opening up soon.”


  119. Becke/Treethyme
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 2:12 pm

    Love it, K. Nelson! And very timely, too!


  120. Kate Carlisle
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 2:25 pm

    Becke, doggy style?? I’m ROTFLMAO!!! And ooh, death by Lagavulin? I really love your mind! And I love your last line. Great.

    Anna, excellent suggeestions on the ADD issue. I need to do some of them myself. I get so easily distracted, especially when I’m on a deadline, as I am right this very minute. 🙂 I like the egg timer approach.

    Forgot to mention before, KJ, your photo is gorgeous!!


  121. Kate Carlisle
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 2:35 pm

    Oh Becke, once again I’m in awe. Love your ending with Drake and Amanda! Love her remembering something about the birds and the bees, LOL! And ROTFL at the honeybaked ham story!

    Hey Jenny, thanks for coming by!! Hope your youngster’s feeling better soon, poor kid. 🙁

    Oh Marisa, don’t listen to them! You’ve gotta break a little Jimmy Choo once in awhile to keep things hopping. 🙂


  122. Marisa
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 2:39 pm

    Thank you Kate! I appreciate your support. Although, if I was being COMPLETLY honest, if I broke a pair of Jimmy Choos I’d be crying for a month!


  123. Kate Carlisle
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 2:42 pm

    Hey Raz!! Good to see you here! And nice twist on KJ’s scenario!

    Hi, Jen!! LOL, good question, right? What could go wrong? Just a little knife sharpening, ya know? Perfectly simple. No problem. 🙂

    Hey everyone, Jen’s newest book, BLOOD MAGIC, is out at the end of February and it got 4.5 stars and a HOT! rating from RT. Hot, hunky witch hunters, woohoo!! Can’t wait to read it!

    ROTFL, Anna! Birkenstocks???? Snork!!


  124. Helen
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 2:43 pm

    How cool are all of these endings you guys are great Suz I too love NCIS

    Have Fun
    Helen


  125. Jeanne AKA The Duchesse
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 2:45 pm

    Kate said: Hot, hunky witch hunters, woohoo!!

    What’s not to love about THAT?


  126. Becke/Treethyme
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 2:45 pm

    Thanks for the tip, I just pre-ordered Jen’s book. Way too many books in this house were recommended (or written) by Banditas!


  127. Cassondra Murray
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 3:01 pm

    Okay, I cannot get here soon enough. All these comments already! And is it jus me, or are our commenters getting BETTER? Funnier, more suspenseful, more dramatic, more edge-of-my seat, more I WANT THE REST OF THE BOOK! ????

    Great vignettes, ladies, and wow on the endings everyone!

    SO glad that today I get to sit back and enjoy and DON’T have to participate in picking a winner. Oh, LORD, that was hard.

    And it looks like today’s Bandita invaders are going to have just as much trouble.

    What a week we’ve had so far!


  128. Cassondra Murray
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 3:09 pm

    Jeanne said:

    Darlene, the best thing to do is chunk your writing time into small bits. Set the timer for 10 minutes and write. Then go do something else for 10, then write for ten…It helps the inner restless child. :> Or, I should say it keeps my inner restless, ADD, extroverted, bouncing-in-your-seat little girl happy at an introverted, quiet profession! Then again, the RB’s aren’t very quiet…but its a virtual storm, you know? Grins. How’s that for ADD?

    Darlene, THIS AND I’m guessing it might be helpful to you to work on more than one manuscript at a time. Even two or three, so that when you bounce, you can bounce to another manuscript and even if you’re writing for only five or ten minutes on each one at a time, if you do it consistently, eventually, you’ll have finished books! Now the editing process might require a different set of tricks, but actually getting the writing done–I think you can do that in short spurts and by having more than one project going at a time. At least, it’s worth a try.


  129. Cassondra Murray
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 3:10 pm

    Jeanne said:

    Darlene, the best thing to do is chunk your writing time into small bits. Set the timer for 10 minutes and write. Then go do something else for 10, then write for ten…It helps the inner restless child. :> Or, I should say it keeps my inner restless, ADD, extroverted, bouncing-in-your-seat little girl happy at an introverted, quiet profession! Then again, the RB’s aren’t very quiet…but its a virtual storm, you know? Grins. How’s that for ADD?

    Darlene, THIS AND I’m guessing it might be helpful to you to work on more than one manuscript at a time. Even two or three, so that when you bounce, you can bounce to another manuscript and even if you’re writing for only five or ten minutes on each one at a time, if you do it consistently, eventually, you’ll have finished books! Now the editing process might require a different set of tricks, but actually getting the writing done–I think you can do that in short spurts and by having more than one project going at a time. At least, it’s worth a try!

    Find ways to trick yourself–write a vignette for your first chapter, then the next session, add to the vignette–just like here!


  130. Cassondra Murray
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 3:11 pm

    Whoops! Sorry for the duplicate. I have no clue how that happened. Marisa, are you able to delete one?


  131. Kate Carlisle
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 3:18 pm

    Kerri, Simon’s taken out a contract on Paula??? LOL, girl! I love that idea, in more ways than one. 🙂

    Marisa, everyone knows you would never *really* harm a pair of Jimmy Choos. Now a pair of Crocs, on the other hand. Please. Take my knife.

    Jeanne, I’m so with you on the hot witch hunters! Yeowza!

    Hey, Cassondra! I know, I wish all of these story lines could be turned into books. I’m particularly anxious to find out what happens next with my own Drake who was turned into a gorgeous, sexy swimming fox, thanks to Kerri. 🙂


  132. Hawk
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 3:19 pm

    Jo, Kate, KJ, Beth, and The Duchesse!

    I have to say thank you for the wonderful idea and for allowing us all to play! I have to thank Vicki L for telling me about your site and how much fun she was having. Yesterday…She wrote about…”Anne” that got you all going.

    I’ve had fun here and will be back to visit tomorrow!

    Hawk


  133. Kate Carlisle
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 3:20 pm

    Becke, I hear you on ordering books from this group. 🙂 My TBR pile is threatening to take over my entire house!!


  134. Suzanne Welsh
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 3:22 pm

    KJ, I couldn’t resist. Your vingette so had the Mark man popping into my head as soon as I read it!


  135. K. Nelson
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 3:23 pm

    Kate, so glad and honored that you enjoyed the fox in your story. When I asked my 8 year old daughter what was a sexy animal that I could use for your story she suggested a seal. Somehow I don’t think it would have had the same effect. LOL

    I’ve so enjoyed this week and it has been a real test for me to come up with all these different ideas. Everyone has just done a magnificent job…both authors and posters.

    Thanks for allowing me to participate.


  136. Becke/Treethyme
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 3:23 pm

    Oh, if only this was my only dangerous place. The Romantic Reads board at BN.com is almost as bad for me. It’s an addiction. And them, just when I was catching up with the contemporaries and paranormals and mysteries and romantic suspense books (which each started out with a separate pile and now overflow from a whole bookcase), now Anna C. seems to be bent on converting me to historicals. Well, I guess I should put that in past tense: she succeeded.


  137. Becke/Treethyme
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 3:25 pm

    K. Nelson — Actually…there is a series with sexy seals. Or selkies, actually. Virginia Kantra’s Sea Witch, Sea Lord and (in May), Sea Fever. Really good!


  138. Becke/Treethyme
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 3:26 pm

    Then not them. Geez, I hope no one is reading my posts too closely. I can’t seem to type today, and if there’s a way to edit these posts, I haven’t figured it out.


  139. K. Nelson
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 3:27 pm

    Wow, Becke! You don’t say! Who woulda thunk it? From the mind of my 8 year old even! LOL When I think of sexy seals though it is more like the S.E.A.L. type of seal as in of the Navy variety. Grrr…


  140. Becke/Treethyme
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 3:28 pm

    Those, too. You can’t beat Suzanne Brockmann for sexy S.E.A.L.s!


  141. Maureen Child
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 3:33 pm

    Ah, Kate, you have such a talent for murder!! Should your friends be nervous??

    And Anna, awesome…….


  142. Jo Robertson
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 3:38 pm

    Hi, Hawk, thanks for playing. We had a great time yesterday and all week visting here at RNTV.

    Oh, and whoever said foxy witch hunters? I want to be a witch! Yes, indeed.


  143. Becke/Treethyme
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 3:45 pm

    I’m curious about our Bandita vignette authors. I’ve got Kate’s and Beth’s books on order, and Anna S.’s firefighter book. What about KJ — any books we can order?

    And what about the other vignette authors?


  144. Anna Sugden
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 4:07 pm

    OMG ROF Kerri – Simon wanting to off Paula with an assasin in Chanel! Too funny! Though, from what I hear, he might not hire someone prettier than himself!


  145. Donna MacMeans
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 4:08 pm

    These are really great – it’s amazing what you ladies did with that photograph. Loving the suggested endings as well. Not sure how Marisa can choose a winner, I don’t envy her.


  146. Anna Sugden
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 4:10 pm

    Cassondra – excellent advice. I suspect my being easily bored and distracted – plus my need to be doing a million things at once instead of sticking to one and getting it done *g* – are somehow ADD related. I found with the kids I used to teach that a series of short tasks with visible results were often the best for getting them to stick out a lesson and the work.


  147. Anna Sugden
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 4:11 pm

    Hawk – it’s our pleasure to have you join us. And don’t forget to pop across to our Lair (aka the Romance Bandits blog) for more fun and frivolity (and hunks *g*).


  148. Anna Sugden
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 4:13 pm

    Becke – I have a TBR mountain! Luckily my lovely hubby is a book fiend too (though crime fiction, not romance) so I don’t have to worry too much!

    And my typing is bad today too (nothing to do with the wine – honest!)


  149. Jeanne AKA The Duchesse
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 4:14 pm

    Cassondra said to Darlene: “…to work on more than one manuscript at a time. Even two or three, so that when you bounce, you can bounce to another manuscript…”

    *Whispers* I do this all the time. Keeps me in my seat instead of out talking to all the REAL people…


  150. Jeanne AKA The Duchesse
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 4:17 pm

    See there, Anna the former teacher concurs. Short spurts work. (That sounds naughty)

    Hawk you are MOST welcome here and at the Romance Bandits too. Glad you joined us! And thanks to you, VickiL for sending the Hawk on over our way! We’ll take the corruption of the innocent over from here…

    Grins.

    As to books, a bunch of us have books out or about to come out, and the rest have great websites with exerpts of their WIPs. If you pop over to the RB blog, you’ll see almost all the covers on the sidebar, and you can click through the pictures to the various websites. Ya’ll should definately check out KJ’s website…it’s FAB!


  151. Anna Sugden
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 4:21 pm

    Maureen! Great to see you! And thank you. Truly.


  152. Anna Sugden
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 4:25 pm

    Becke – thanks for the vote of confidence, but I think you mean Trish Milburn’s firefighter book *g*. Sadly, my hockey hunks aren’t available yet – keep your fingers crossed.

    And KJ’s brilliant romantic suspenses will be recognised by a savvy publisher any day now – she’s way too talented not to be published soon.


  153. Becke/Treethyme
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 4:29 pm

    **blushes in embarrassment** Can I claim a senior moment, Anna? I did search your name, and Trish’s, too — and all the Banditas. I couldn’t find some of them, and I guess yours was one of those. I got you and Trish confused, but I do want to read your hockey hunks as soon as they are available!


  154. Anna Sugden
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 4:29 pm

    Oh yes, Kerri – if you haven’t done so rush out and get Virginia Kantra’s sexy selkies! Actually, anything by Virginia totally rocks – and her writer workshops are awesome too.

    And Becke – we do have some wonderful historical writers in the Banditas – Anna C, Christine W, Donna MacM and Christie K.


  155. Karin
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 4:29 pm

    Wow, I’m very happy I was able to get my endings posted before I went to bed last night…er…thie morning. The meeting that took up all of my morning at work killed me, especially when I popped on to over 130+ new posts.

    Thanks for all the kind things everyone’s said about me endings. I’m glad they made you laugh. I’m enjoying everyone else’s endings! They’ve definitely made this afternoon much better than this morning. 🙂

    As for TBR piles…mine is actually a TBR corner.


  156. PinkPeony
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 4:31 pm

    Vignette # 1 Drawing in a shallow, shaky breath, she inched forward and peered round the door.

    The monster lay on his side; nostrils flaring with every alcohol-sodden wheeze.

    It sickened her to witness his transformation from an affectionate and adoring friend, to a violent and demanding ungrateful pig. She’d lost her friends and family in defense of his behavior.

    His demand for a Craftmatic adjustable bed was the last straw.

    She stood over the vile beast and raised the knife.
    And found solace knowing she’d have enough bacon for a year.


  157. Jeanne AKA The Duchesse
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 4:31 pm

    Karin said: mine is actually a TBR corner

    Yep. Me too. :> The towering corner of TBR.


  158. Anna Sugden
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 4:32 pm

    No worries, Becke – I’m honoured to be confused with Trish! And, thank you!


  159. Beth Andrews
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 4:32 pm

    Hey, Jo. Yes, I think mine was the first first person. Not sure why I did first person though to tell you the truth *g* Must be because I’m working on a YA that’s first person 🙂

    LOL, Becke! I think Drake’s idea of knife sharpening is the same as mine *vbg*

    Oohhh…Raz, I love it! Way to keep the suspense sky high!

    Jennifer, hope your little one feels better!

    Jen, I’m guessing plenty could go wrong for our heiress *ggg*


  160. Jeanne AKA The Duchesse
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 4:32 pm

    Heehee, Pink Peony’s Baaaaaaaack! Very funny!


  161. PinkPeony
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 4:35 pm

    Vignette #2 Amanda grabbed the dull knife, slipped on her high heels, and headed to Drake’s to get her knife sharpened …

    Drake was shirtless; all six plus feet of lean, honed muscle, a sharp contrast to Hubert’s physique which was at best, reminiscent of a Yorkshire pudding at half rise. The knife clattered to the floor as he pulled her hard against him and delivered a demanding kiss.

    She was ashamed to admit Hubert’s perfunctory peck on the cheek each morning and his quick brush of a kiss each night left her wanting more. A sliver of guilt rifted through her. Hubert. Dear predictable Hubert, who showed more interested in studying the sex life of a fruit fly than addressing his tepid response in the bedroom.

    Still, she knew it was wrong.

    Another scorching kiss destroyed any rational thought. She surrendered to his power. Her neck lolled to the side as his lips nuzzled her ear.

    “Hubert’s done being your door mat,” Drake whispered. “He said to give you this….”


  162. Anna Campbell
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 4:35 pm

    Wow, this thing is bigger than Ben-Hur!!! What a fantastic week it’s turning into!

    Just sticking my nose in briefly to say hello. I’ll be back later to check out all the great vignettes.


  163. Vicki
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 4:36 pm

    Wow, it’s been a crazy day and I’m just getting on here. 158 comments, I can’t wait to read them. 🙂

    Here’s todays:

    Vignette 1 by Anna Sugden

    The TV screamed silently with white noise as snow drifted across the screen. He’d passed out in the tattered leather recliner, soft peaceful snores coming from the monster.

    God, could she really do this? Her arm hurt like hell where he’d bent behind her earlier.

    Alison raised the knife above her head. Her hands trembled as she fought for the control she’d lost when she married him. The blade slid effortlessly into his chest. One gasp, his eyes flew open and his hand clenched her arm.

    Terrified she hadn’t killed him, Alison yanked herself free and ran from the room. Ran from the life of pain and outside into the storm. The rain washing away the years of torment.

    Vignette 2 by Kate Carlisle

    The bungalow door swung open before she could knock. Drake leaned against the door jam clad in a towel. A small black towel. Droplets of water from his shoulder length black hair dropped onto his bare chest.

    “Did you need me?” His voice held a soft tease.

    Need him? Now those were million dollar questions. “Um…I…” she peaked around him into the room. The lights were low and candles were light on the fireplace mantle.

    “Mandy, what is you want from me?” Drake’s midnight blue eyes deepened as he moved inside the door, as if to welcome her in the room. “Come on in. I’ll pour you a glass of wine.”

    Sure enough on the side table a bottle of wine sat inside a chiller. “Where you expecting someone?” Amanda asked.

    “Only you.”

    Vignette 3 by Beth Andrews

    Going with my instincts, I inhaled and…

    slipped off my Jimmy Choo’s. I’d pick them back up on the way out. No need in ruining a brand new pair. Again.

    “Kat?” Drew’s question led me to believe he knew someone was coming, just not me.

    “Yeah, it’s me. Look I’m sorry about this,” I said looking anywhere but directly into the green eyes that had me screaming his name, what two days ago.

    “But you’re not, you can’t be.”

    I sighed and took a step closer, the knife secured behind my back. Why was it men never believed a woman could be an assassin unless it was Angelina Jolie and she was in black leather.

    “Look, we do this the hard way or the easy way. But either way you have to die. I’m sorry, but it’s you or me and…well, let’s just say, I wake up tomorrow.”

    Yeah, I’m being a bitch and I know it, but damn if I don’t want to taste his lips once more. Probably should of thought about that before I walked in with the knife.

    As if he could read my mine, Drew said, “How about one more time. You know the whole die with a smile on your face.”

    I have to admit, the thought had measure and I considered it. Before I could respond, he had me turned around and pushed into the sofa. “So you want it wild one last time,” I mumbled in the suede pillow covering my face.

    Vignette 4 by K.J. Howe

    Simon Cowell’s sardonic grin told her he knew she was surprised. “So doll, what’s your act?” He pushed off the rowboat and crossed his arms over his signature too-tight tee-shirt.

    “What the hell’s going on here?” Samantha demanded. The knife temporarily forgotten, she looked around for Ashton Kushner. Was she being punked?

    “It’s all about you and me, doll.”

    Samantha squeezed her temples. Okay, so what if he was notoriously famous. If he was the target than so be it. She had a job and it didn’t matter who it was. Still, there was those laughing eyes of his. She wouldn’t admit it to another soul, but he kinda turned her on.

    The bored look, he’s famous for filled his face. “Is this a joke? This is the best you’ve got?” He glanced over his left shoulder. “I thought you said, you’d screened them.”

    “Who are you talking to?” Unease filled Samantha as she felt her control slipping away.

    “Right, doll. You’re here to audition for Assailant’s For Hire and this is the best you’ve got.”

    “Audition.” Anger simmered a degree below boiling. “I’m here to kill you, not audition for some silly make believe show.”

    “Trust me honey, this isn’t your line of work. Stick to your day job,” he said and leaned against the rowboat. “Go on.” He shooed her with his hand.

    Enough, Samantha thought. I don’t know who wants this, but I’m done listening to him rant. She stepped closer, tightening her grip on the knife just as her alarm clock buzzed.


  164. PinkPeony
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 4:39 pm

    Vignette #3 Or walk away and kiss my career—and possibly my life—good-bye. Going with my instincts, I inhaled and…

    The door jerked open and Drew stood before me wearing nothing but a towel.

    He was fast. Seconds later, I was pinned face down on the floor with his towel wrapped tight across my chest and arms. I heard the snick of the handcuffs being secured on my wrists. I cursed myself for being stupid enough to fall for the beefcake in a towel routine. He yanked me up from the floor by one arm and shoved me onto the sofa.

    He was naked.

    I was pissed.

    “Like what you see?” He stepped closer.

    I readied myself for a blow. “Gee, Drew, I’ve seen bigger balls on lab mice.”

    His face hardened, his mouth tipped into cunning smile. “My name’s not Drew.”


  165. Becke/Treethyme
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 4:41 pm

    Oh, I’ve read all of their books — Donna’s Mrs. Brimley and Anna C.’s books were among the first historicals I read. And then I discovered Christine, and Christie K. is actually at the top of the TBR pile. Who knew there were so many historicals out there? I’ve discovered so many: Christina Dodd, Teresa Medeiros, Joanna Bourne, Madeline Hunter, Judith Ivory, Sophia Nash, Lisa Sanchez, Elizabeth Hoyt, Eloisa James, Connie Brockway, Lorraine Heath, Kathryn Caskie, Sherry Thomas, Maya Rodale, Julia Quinn, Lisa Kleypas, Mary Balogh, Deanna Raybourn, Michelle Sagara, Kresley Cole, Meredith Duran, Carolyn Jewel, Delilah Marvelle, Anne Stuart, all the Bandita historical authors, and who knows how many others. I’ve read most of them in the past few months, but my TBR pile is AWESOME!


  166. Jeanne AKA The Duchesse
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 4:42 pm

    *bowing down in awe* Becke, you are singlehandedly keeping the puplishing world afloat with that list. Go YOU! ;> LOVE It!


  167. Becke/Treethyme
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 4:44 pm

    Great job, Vicki! Pink Peony — loved the bacon line!


  168. PJ
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 4:44 pm

    Becke, you are going to love the Banditas’ books. They’re all fabulous!

    Kate’s upcoming Homicide in Hardcover (out next week) is an incredible debut that will have you begging for more. My review of it should be posted here this Saturday. Marisa, is that still the plan?


  169. Karin
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 4:48 pm

    Jeanne, I’m glad I’m not the only one. lol

    Great lines, PP & Vicki!

    Simon Cowell seems to be a favorite character today.


  170. PinkPeony
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 4:51 pm

    Vignette #4 Hadn’t she seen his face plastered all over People magazine last month?

    The sound of a Jet Ski engine on the far side of the boathouse diverted her attention. She rushed to the edge of the dock. A man, in a black wet suit shot her a mocking smile and a single digit salute before he sped off, a wake of churning white water trailing behind him.

    Shit! Her target. She shoved the knife into her vintage Chanel satchel and fumed.

    “Hey there,” Tall and handsome strolled up to her. He glanced in the direction of her target. “I helped him get away.”

    “What?”

    Tall and handsome shrugged. “Apparently, he knew you were coming to serve him with papers. Asked me to give him a heads up if I saw anyone coming down the pier.”

    Papers?

    “You look upset. Look, don’t take it personally. My ex soaked me for a lot of coin so I know how he feels. It’s a guy thing.”

    Was he for real? Did he know that the man he helped was probably a murderer, a sex trafficker or worse? She had to call her handler.

    Tall and handsome reached into his pocket and pulled out a wad of bills. “I know I’ll never get married again,” he quipped. “All those cheap romance novels women read preaching happily ever after has an entire generation of women believing that boatload of crap.”

    She bristled at his remark. After a tough day, there was nothing better settling down with a satisfying romance. “Oh, really?” She glared at him.

    He thrust a few bills at her. “Here, for your trouble.”

    She was incredulous. This moron was fortunate he could get by on his looks because he possessed the social skills of a gnat and an I.Q. that rivaled his shoe size. She hoped for the sake of humanity that his sperm count was even lower.

    “Go on, take it. Buy yourself a real Chanel bag.”

    That was all she needed to hear.

    She pushed him off the dock. As she heard the satisfying splash, she muttered to herself, “Too stupid to live.”


  171. Hawk
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 4:53 pm

    Jo –
    You said – “Oh, and whoever said foxy witch hunters? I want to be a witch! Yes, indeed.” Is this in remark to my blog this week on witch hunters and a woman’s power? If not, interesting timing for this odd question. I’m not familiar with the quote to know who said it. If it is in reference to my blog…O.K., I’ll play – Why do you want to be a witch?

    Anna –
    I was lucky enough to run into one of you girls at the M&M lasts year, and altho’ the sweet woman didn’t tell me her name (it was really late and we both were making our sleepy way back to our rooms after a very long day), she gave me one of your pins that I wear on my Chapter badge proudly. Yes, I will come visit the blog site soon!

    Hugs to all you…I’ve had fun!
    Hawk


  172. Becke/Treethyme
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 5:02 pm

    I’m excited to read Kate’s book. She’s going to come visit the Mystery Book Club board that I moderate at BN.com in March. If any of the rest of you write mysteries or romantic suspense and would like to visit, post a message for me on Facebook (Becke Martin). I think Anna S. has my email address, too.


  173. Becke/Treethyme
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 5:03 pm

    Oh my God, Pink Peony: Too stupid to live. I LOVE IT!!!


  174. Vicki
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 5:11 pm

    Karin, how funny is that. I didn’t read any of the post before I wrote mine. I had no idea Simon Cowell was so well…loved. heehee


  175. Kate Carlisle
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 5:14 pm

    LOL Kerri! A seal!! Okay, I know there are sexy silkies and S.E.A.L.s but I’m sure those weren’t what your daughter had in mind! Too funny!!

    Becke, of course you succumbed to Anna’s coersion. Don’t you know she’s the devil! She lures everyone to the dark side! Bwaahahahaha!! Anyway, I hope you’re enjoying historicals now. That’s what I started reading and they’re still my favorite comfort read. 🙂

    Maureen!! LOL! Yes, my friends should be very nervous. Especially if I invite them over for standing rib roast…..heh heh…..

    Hawk, ditto what Anna and Jeanne said! It’s great to have you here today. Same goes for everyone. These endings are phenomenal. You’re all so talented!!


  176. Anna Sugden
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 5:16 pm

    OMG Pink Peony – you’re too funny! The bacon line is a killer! And Too stupid to live! And Bigger balls on lab mice (my kind of gal that one!). ROFL.


  177. Anna Sugden
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 5:17 pm

    Karin – I’m still giggling about the garden gnome. Sorry about the meeting from you-know-where, but glad we could lift your spirits!


  178. Anna Sugden
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 5:21 pm

    Becke – WOW!! You must be a really fast reader! That’s an impressive list. And I must admit, the Bandita historical authors have tempted me to the dark side too. I did read some historicals, but mainly westerns – Geralyn Dawson, Leigh Greenwood, Kathleen Kane, Stacey Kayne – as well as Eloisa James and Terri Brisbin. British historicals never really appealed too much because it was like real history, you know? Now, there are these gals, plus so many fab visitors to the Lair – I can’t resist.


  179. Karin
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 5:22 pm

    Oh, yeah, Vicki, he’s very well…loved. I mean, who doesn’t think of Simon Cowell when they see a picture of a woman with a knife? lol


  180. Karin
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 5:23 pm

    Thanks, Anna! I’m glad what I wrote has kept you giggling. 🙂


  181. Anna Sugden
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 5:23 pm

    What a nice story, Hawk – we did have a few Banditas at M&M last year – Joan, Trish, Nancy and Caren, I think. Hopefully we’ll get a chance to catch up with you – and our other buddies – in DC.


  182. Anna Sugden
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 5:26 pm

    Great job, Vicki! Funnily enough – your last lines were very similar to what I originally wrote, but had to cut. I had that whole Glenn Close thing going *g*.


  183. Anna Sugden
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 5:29 pm

    Well, ladies and gents – I’m off to bed! I’ll catch up with the rest of your comments tomorrow morning.

    Thank you all so much for playing along with the Banditas today – and all this week. It has been such a hoot. I’ve loved how creative you’ve all been – especially with my vignette!

    And a huge thank you to Marisa and Maria – our hostesses with the most(esses). You’re the best!


  184. Becke/Treethyme
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 5:35 pm

    Anna – I like Geralyn Dawson, too. I’m not a huge Western fan, but I’ve read several recently that I liked a lot, including a couple HOT ones by Sarah McCarty.

    I have an obsessive personality, I guess. I’ve always read about a book a day. Used to be mystery mostly, plus some romance. Now that’s reversed: mostly romance, some mystery. The hard part is always deciding whether to read or to write. It’s easy today because I’m supposed to be working on a non-fiction article, but I can’t finish it until the guy I’m supposed to interview calls back. That’s normally frustrating, but today it’s an excuse to play over here!

    I think Donna MacMeans is the only Bandita I’ve met in real life. I belong to the Ohio Valley chapter of RWA and she spoke at our meeting last month. Plus I met her, LuAnn McLane and Shiloh Walker at Books by the Banks last fall.


  185. PinkPeony
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 5:38 pm

    Karin…I have a fondess for garden gnomes too! Loved Drake as a drag queen. Too few men do it well. 😉

    Minna…those were great lines for #1. I want to know more about the dude in black.

    Marisa…dull knife…Drake’s tool…snicker!

    Nikki…wonderful descriptive sentences and good build up. That was great.

    I need more caffeine.


  186. Anna Sugden
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 5:39 pm

    Becke – if you like Geralyn (love her books!), try to get hold of Kathleen Kane (aka Maureen Child) – she is fabulous. They’re not in print any more, but they’re worth the hunt. Stacey Kayne’s are great too.


  187. PinkPeony
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 5:41 pm

    Dang! KJ…I was really hoping she would slice and dice old Simon up.


  188. PinkPeony
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 5:49 pm

    Oops…I meant Vicki, not KJ… duh.


  189. K. Nelson
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 6:07 pm

    Just thought of another #4……….can’t resist it………..

    She stood there in disbelief as she was now face to face with none other than Brad Pitt.

    “Good evening,” he said and smiled that million dollar smile at her.

    She smiled back but had to bite down hard on her tongue to keep from calling him Brangelina. What in the world could he possibly want with her?

    “I’ll bet you’re wondering why you’re here,” he asked as he motioned for her to climb aboard the little boat.

    “Umm…yes, I’m curious but I don’t really see me climbing into that boat with this outfit and these shoes.”

    He threw his head back and laughed. “Well, I know they are over the top but just consider it a little signing bonus.”

    “Signing bonus for what?”

    “Well, I’d like to take you to a little island that we bought to raise all of our kids on. Will you climb aboard and let me take you there?”

    “Could you tell me what the job is…I’m not sure you understand my….abilities….” she knew this must be some kind of mistake.

    “Oh, we understand completely. We need someone who is very skilled in martial arts and all your other many talents. We can’t raise a child who doesn’t have action movie skills.”

    She cleared her throat and squinted her eyes at him.

    “I’m sorry but what do my abilities have to do with raising your children. Surely you don’t want me to train your children how to become hired assassins, do you?”

    He laughed again and reached over to touch her arm. “No…no…don’t be silly. Angelina and I want you to be a surrogate mother for our next child.”


  190. Karin
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 6:29 pm

    LOL

    Kerri, that’s a great twist at the end.


  191. Pam Grootemaat
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 6:33 pm

    Ok so I’m getting addicted to ending these little vignettes. Thanks to all those who’ve liked some of my endings so far. You know you’re only feeding my addiction. Almost as good as chocolate. So here goes for the lady with the knife.

    V1:
    He was slumped in the arm chair. Head back, arms draped over the sides. There was mess everywhere. If she wasn’t so determined to act she might take the time to feel disgust. She’d never feel pity though. He’d ruined too many lives, including her own. She crept towards him but halfway there she stepped on a piece of broken glass. It crackled under her shoe and she froze. He didn’t move. He was obviously completely out. Emboldened she strode up and raised the knife. Before she could bring it down though his eyes opened and the hand that she hadn’t been able to see shot up. He was holding a gun directly at her chest.

    V2:
    As she approached she could hear music coming through Drake’s open door. She listened for a moment. Puccini. Perhaps he was learning to appreciate something other than those country and western songs. Female laughter made her step falter. He had a woman there with him. Unconciously Amanda tightened her grip on the knife and held it behind her back.
    “So tell me about this silly woman. Your bosses daughter is she.” Amanda ground her teeth.
    “Nothing to say really. Spoiled rich girl. Not my type,” Drake said. Amanda felt a little dagger pierce her heart. Why would his indifference to her hurt so much. She was in love with Hubert. Wasn’t she.

    V3:
    …stepped inside. He stood there a look of shock on his face. He was holding a dog collar in one hand and a note in the other. He turned to her, worry and surprise stamped on his gorgeous face.
    “They’ve kidnapped Beasly,” he said. That was the last thing she expected to hear him say.
    “You’ve got to help me get him back.”

    V4:
    Someone shoved her from behind. Stumbling forward she held her hands out to steady herself, the knife waving madly.
    “Hey. What are you doing,” she said. Her only answer was the blinding light of what seemed like a hundred flash bulbs.
    “Arrest that woman,” a man bellowed from somewhere. The breath was knocked from her momentarily when a heavy weight knocked her to the ground. The knife spinning off somewhere.
    “You’re under arrest for stalking and the attempted murder of Johnny Depp. You have the right to remain silent…” She managed to catch her breath.
    “But I don’t even like Johnny Depp. I never went to even one of his damn pirate movies.”
    “Add that to the charges officer.”


  192. Beth Andrews
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 6:34 pm

    Vicki, those endings rock! Love how you went from super emotional to sexy to suspenseful to humorous!

    PinkPeony, I’m ROFL over the quick wit you gave my assassin *g* I’m sure even handcuffed she can give Drew (or whatever his real name is) a run for his money 😉


  193. Pat Cochran
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 7:00 pm

    1. Neil lay slumped on the dining table, apparently unconscious. Alison wanted to get closer to make sure but her left eye
    told her to take care, he was not to be trusted! Entering the room, she began to gather the silver, which was all that was
    still intact. As she reached toward the table, Neil’s hand grabbed her arm. Dropping the silver, she slashed at Neil. The
    CSIs would certainly have a time with all of this blood splatter!

    2. As she neared the bungalow, Amanda could hear one of her favorite ballads playing. She began humming the song.
    Amanda glanced into the window she was passing, almost falling off her high heels as she came to an abrupt halt. Drake
    and Hubert were dancing together! Gazing into each other’s eyes, arms-around-each-other, dancing to her favorite song!
    No wonder Hubert was late! She adjusted the angle of the knife in her hand and knocked on the door.

    3. …turned away from the door. Nervous or pissed, I was not in any mood to fulfill this particular order! There’s always
    tomorrow……….!

    4. No…………… not Hugh Jackman!

    Pat Cochran


  194. Marisa
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 7:02 pm

    Kate’s upcoming Homicide in Hardcover (out next week) is an incredible debut that will have you begging for more. My review of it should be posted here this Saturday. Marisa, is that still the plan?

    Yep – the review goes up Saturday morning and having read PJ’s review I already put my order in to Amazon.


  195. Marisa
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 7:05 pm

    Wow, the follow ups are terrific. So many twists and turns.


  196. Jeanne AKA The Duchesse
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 7:19 pm

    Oh, man, Marisa, you have the BEST job – reading ARCs and reveiwing…I am jonesing to get Homicide in Hardcover.


  197. Christine Wells
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 7:24 pm

    It’s taken me a while but I’ve finally read through all the comments today. WOW, you are all so talented (and that of course goes for our lovely banditas who are up today, too)

    I’d also like to give Marisa huge thanks for picking such evocative, interesting photos to write vignettes about. It made our jobs so easy!


  198. Vicki
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 8:33 pm

    PinkPeony, it was a tough choice, but really what would AI be without Simon.


  199. Kate Carlisle
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 8:36 pm

    I finally made it back after writing this afternoon. Hey, I’ve got a deadline looming!

    And PinkPeony’s back and in fine form! Love the pig!! And poor Hubert! A Yorkshire pudding at half rise. But OMG, don’t leave me hanging!! What did Hubert give her???? Gaaaaaah!! 🙂

    And yikes, love what you did to Drew! “He was naked. I was pissed.” Yummers!!!

    And finally………ROTFLMAO!! TSTL!! The perfect ending! Thank you, thank you!!


  200. Tawny Weber
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 8:41 pm

    Brilliant!! Simply brilliant. These are fabulous vignettes (sigh – you ladies are so talented) and OMG I love all the responses.

    What a bunch of talent on this board!


  201. PJ
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 8:57 pm

    Kate said; I finally made it back after writing this afternoon. Hey, I’ve got a deadline looming!

    Ooh, is it Bibliophile #2? Need a proofreader? 🙂


  202. Jo Robertson
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 9:01 pm

    LOL, Hawk, I want to be a witch so a foxy witch hunter can chase me — uh, and maybe catch me. I might have to run that by my husband, though!

    Great responses to the vignettes today. This gang is really hopping!


  203. Kate Carlisle
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 9:16 pm

    Pam, your scenarios were fab! Especially Johnny Depp’s! LOL.. add that to the charges! Love it!!

    Vicki, wow, I love how you got all sexy with my Drake! And rowdy with Beth. Wow! And I was waiting for Simon to get the knife but alas, the alarm clock rang. LOL!

    Ooh Kerri, surrogate mommy for Brad and Angie? Interesting, very interesting!! 🙂

    Becke, wow, that’s quite a reading list. I’m impressed! Others might’ve mentioned them but for historicals, I also love Julie Garwood and early Amanda Quick. Both write fun, spunky heroines with wonderful heroes!


  204. Becke/Treethyme
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 9:18 pm

    Kate – I’m a fan of Jayne Ann Krentz but have only read one of her Amanda Quick books. Since I like the Arcane Society stories, I’ll get there eventually. And I forgot Julie Garwood, who is also in my to-be-read pile. And all those Scottish historicals that feature shirtless guys in kilts on the cover. And the time travel books that go back in the historical era. And the historical paranormals, like Kathryn Smith’s books. I do indeed support the publishing industry, almost single-handedly, I sometimes think.


  205. Kate Carlisle
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 9:21 pm

    LOL, PJ! Yes, it’s Bibliophile Numero Deux! 🙂 I’m having so much fun with this one. Proofreader? Yes, please! And oh my, thank you for the plug! Can’t wait for everyone to read your wonderful review!

    Marisa, thank you so much for putting in your order!! Those are such sweet words! 🙂


  206. PJ
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 9:22 pm

    Becke, Julie Garwood’s historicals are wonderful! Her Saving Grace is my all-time favorite comfort read. 🙂


  207. Becke/Treethyme
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 9:24 pm

    I have that one in my TBR pile. At the moment, I’m stopping to catch my breath, 100+ pages into Suzanne Brockmann’s new book, which arrived this afternoon. Her books are so emotionally draining (and ultimately, unforgettable) that I have to periodically touch back with reality while I’m reading them. But I’ll move Saving Grace up by Christie’s book at the top of the pile.


  208. Jeanne AKA The Duchesse
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 9:26 pm

    Kate, aren’t those delicious words to hear? Things like “I loved your book” and “Oh, I can’t WAIT for the next one” are absolute wild happy-dance music to a writer. :>


  209. Caren Crane
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 9:30 pm

    K. Nelson has killed me daid with Simon and Paula!! I’m sometimes tempted to hire someone to kill BOTH of them. 🙂


  210. PJ
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 9:32 pm

    Becke, have you read either Monica McCarty or Veronica Wolff? Monica writes fabulous Highland historicals and Veronica writes wonderful time-travels set in Scotland. I reviewed Veronica’s latest here at RNTV on January 3rd. Monica has a new book out this week.


  211. Kate Carlisle
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 9:33 pm

    Hi Pat! ROTFL at Drake and Hubert dancing…and Amanda moving forward with that knife! Now she has a reason to use it!!

    Awww, Jeanne, thanks! Only a few more days now. I may faint before it’s all over. 🙂

    Ah Becke, shirtless guys in kilts. Makes my heart go pitter patter!

    Hi Christine, hi Tawny, hi Jo! Isn’t this group amazing today?? So glad I don’t have to decide the winner!! Oh wait, oh heck, I do!! Aye-yi-yi!!


  212. Caren Crane
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 9:34 pm

    Becke, I certainly hope you wend your way around to MY favorite historical authors (dear friends in addition to being FAB writers!): Sabrina Jeffries, Liz Carlyle, Claudia Dain and Deb Marlowe. Wonderful reads all the way around!


  213. KJ Howe
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 9:36 pm

    What a fantastic set of endings!!! You guys are so talented. What I really want to know is what the fascination is about Simon Cowell…because I’m attracted to him and I can’t really understand it! LOL

    Thanks so much to everyone who visited today! KJ


  214. PJ
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 9:41 pm

    I sure don’t envy today’s authors. I’d hate to have to pick a winner!


  215. Beth Andrews
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 9:41 pm

    I’m calling it a night but wanted to say Thank You to everyone for hanging out with us today and sharing your terrific endings!! Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings 🙂


  216. Becke/Treethyme
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 9:42 pm

    PJ, I just checked those authors online and, wow, more books to add to my seriously dangerous TBR pile(s). My critique partner is a Gerard Butler fan who has a serious thing for a) Scotsmen b) guys in kilts and c) spectacular male chests. She and I have started “collecting” book covers illustrating point “c” — these authors have now provided several new additions to our most excellent collection!


  217. Joanie T
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 9:45 pm

    Waving a quick, and frosty hello to my fellow Bandita’s. I haven’t been absent of my own free will but because of huge power outages here in Louisville where we had an ice storm.

    It was a dark and stormy night…nah, wont’ go there.

    These vignettes are wonderful! I am SO honored to count these ladies as my buds. And the offerings I’ve read so far? Well, I’m just speechless!

    Gotta go now and might be able to check in tomorrow (If my laptop works) but rest assured when I get juice going again, I’m gonna savor all of this!

    Thanks again Maria and Marisa for having us!


  218. Jeanne AKA The Duchesse
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 9:45 pm

    Snork, KJ…Simon? Really? Okay, okay, he does sort of have a cranky, animal-magnetism thing going….but really, SIMON?


  219. PJ
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 9:48 pm

    JT, thanks for checking in. I’ve been thinking about you today and wondering if your power had been restored yet. ((((Hugs))))


  220. K. Nelson
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 9:49 pm

    KJ, to answer your Simon question….please note…he was the “hero” in my take….getting rid of Paula and all. LOL


  221. Keira Soleore
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 9:51 pm

    Sorry Banditas. Couldn’t come out here to play yesterday. And I’m so late today, but here I am…

    #1
    ….”Miaow” said the furry object that landed softly on the table with the jewels.
    She gave a soft laugh of relief as she clicked on the safety. “Richage, you took a few years off the only life I have, unlike you with your lucky nine.”
    The cat purred, the emerald at its throat gleaming as brightly as her green eyes.
    “Have you seen your namesake, hm? Mr. Richard Armitage?”

    #2
    “Mrs. Collins…. You’ve been caught on candid camera. And my, you look gorgeous, dahling, in those expensive pink pearls, matching heels, and nothing else.”

    #3
    “No, I cannot,” she agreed. “But you can, and you will.”

    #4
    It was Mrs. Holden herself with her feet planted apart and a shotgun held in her arms like she had a lot of all practice. All her faculties seemed fully intact.


  222. Keira Soleore
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 9:58 pm

    Aaargh!! I put in answers to Day Three’s vignettes here by mistake. Day Four’s sentences are below…


  223. Becke/Treethyme
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 10:02 pm

    I do indeed have a couple books by Sabrina Jeffries in The Dangerous Pile. Also Never Romance a Rake by Liz Carlyle, but after looking at her book covers, I think I may have read a couple other books by this author, too. I’m familiar with Dain and Marlowe but I’m not sure if I have any of their books — I can’t see what’s behind the first couple stacks of books, and I know there are more historicals there. I also forgot Julia London, Christine Merrill, Anne Gracie, Deborah MacGillivray, Ann Mallory, Loretta Chase, Lynn Kurland, Kathryne Kennedy — there are more. I’m both excited and a little overwhelmed to discover there was a whole other layer of books behind the visible stacks, which is where I just found all of these. Whew! Thanks for the other recommendations — clearly, I don’t read quite fast enough!


  224. PinkPeony
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 10:06 pm

    DarleneW…I loved the turkey and all the fixin’s. Reminded me about my best friend who put a frozen chicken in the oven (plastic bag in the cavity) and after three hours, it was still raw.

    K.Nelson…Hoffa…very clever!

    Becke…the naughty ditty was great…what, no riding crop? I used to read a book a day too. I’ve read a lot of the authors you’ve listed.

    Vicki…You’re right. AI wouldn’t be the same without Simon. He’s the guy you love to hate. And I think Simon in drag, would look bear a close resemblence to Paula. :O


  225. Marisa
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 10:08 pm

    I just spent an hour reading all the posts – It’s been a yet another wonderful day with the Bandits and all our guests! What a creative marathon this is. Thanks so much Anna, Beth, Kate and KJ – I don’t envy you picking a winner. Can’t wait to see which one you choose.


  226. PJ
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 10:08 pm

    Becke, you have some terrific authors in that list. Anne Gracie is one of my favorite historical authors.


  227. Becke/Treethyme
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 10:10 pm

    Anna C. recommended a bunch of these to me. People keep recommending all these great authors, I can’t keep up!


  228. Keira Soleore
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 10:11 pm

    #1
    He was sprawled on the floor in drunken abandon. His trousers buttons were undone, wine and gravy had stained his formerly pristine white shirt, masses of chest hair crowded the shirt opening at the throat. But it wasn’t his state of disarray or even his disgusting dirtiness that pulled her short. It was the sneer on his drink-swollen lips and the leering cruelty in his reddened eyes. At her sudden gasp of shock, those lips twisted into a further parody of smile. She should run. She should run back outside right now. But terror glued her feet to the kitchen floor.

    #2
    “I’ll sharpen your knife, if you’ll sharpen mine,” laughter threaded his husky flirtatious sally.
    “What?”
    His smiled widened. “I said, I’ll sharpen your knife, if…”
    “I got it. I got your rude and vulgar comment. Good-bye.” She flounced out of the foyer and headed back in the direction of her home. She’s hardly taken ten steps when, a large warm hand exerted just enough pressure to bring her to halt. “It was a joke. I apologize if you thought it was in poor taste. But folks out here make jokes like this all the time. Perhaps you need to lighten up, then you might fit in. You’ve been here, what, five years and still don’t know your next door neighbor.”


  229. Jeanne AKA The Duchesse
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 10:17 pm

    Yeah Keira! Love those. :>


  230. Karin
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 10:20 pm

    Good visual on your ending for #1, Keira. I can really see that disgusting sprawled male.


  231. Keira Soleore
    on Jan 29th, 2009
    @ 10:20 pm

    #3
    Going with my instincts, I inhaled, and…. walked right in through the front door, and taking the stairs two a time hurried upstairs to Drew bedroom. From previous recon missions, I knew the layout of the house and Drew’s schedule perfectly. He’s be in deep stage IV sleep at this point. Upon seeing Drew’s face though, her stride faltered. She wasn’t sure she could go through with this. Taking another deep breath in, she headed straight for the bed and plastering her body all over his, she mouth clung to his with the force of someone giving CPR. She had been dying to kiss Drew. And now she knew. And it was heaven.

    #4
    O.M.G. It’s Prince Charles. Her eyes swiveled frantically from side to side. Where was Camille? Charles was advancing slowly towards her. She couldn’t. She just couldn’t. Not with him. He was jail-bait.


  232. DarleneW
    on Jan 30th, 2009
    @ 12:23 am

    I know the day is done here but I still came back to read… thank you everyone for the suggestions, I will definately give them a try. I really think the multiple stories at a time may work… I hadn’t thought of that…. well I did but I thought that was not the way to approach my problem. I was thinking more of trying to get at least one finished first but this may work. Thank you


  233. Kate Carlisle
    on Jan 30th, 2009
    @ 12:24 am

    Keira, I’m so punchy that your first set of vignettes almost sounded like they fit! LOL! But then I read tonight’s answers, wow! That man in #1 is so creepy! I don’t blame her for feeling terror! And OMG Prince Charles! No, no, not him! LOL!

    Thanks again Marisa! It’s been absolutely the wildest day ever! 🙂


  234. Anna Sugden
    on Jan 30th, 2009
    @ 6:19 am

    Just popping on this morning to say thank you again to everyone for playing along today and to our wonderful hostesses for giving us the run of their blog! Off to see what today’s vignettes are.


  235. Marisa
    on Jan 30th, 2009
    @ 7:33 am

    Hi Everyone – I just received an email from Kate, and the Bandits have decided on a winner.

    Kate said “Needless to say, it was almost impossible for us to choose a winner today! There were so many incredible endings. But finally we decided that Kerri — K. Nelson — was our favorite. Her scenarios were wonderfully funny and twisted and imaginative. (I personally loved that she turned my hero into a sexy FOX!) Additionally, we have three favorite moments that deserve honorable mention, and they are Karin’s garden gnome, Hawk’s interrogation room, and Darlene’s urn scene.”

    Congratulations K.Nelson and to everyone for their amazing contributions to the day!


  236. K. Nelson
    on Jan 30th, 2009
    @ 7:39 am

    Wow! Thank you so much! I just now logged on and saw this……..I’m absolutely thrilled. It was my honor and pleasure to take your stories and run with them. Kate….I even dreamed about foxes….those sexy little devils!

    You don’t know how much this vote of confidence means to me as a fledgling author. This week of receiving positive feedback from fellow authors has done wonders for me.

    Thank you to the ladies of RNtv, the sexy and amazing Banditas, and to all the posters.

    Now, I have to go and do the happy dance. Ooops….I stepped in my bowl of Cocoa Krispies….dang it!


  237. Vicki
    on Jan 30th, 2009
    @ 10:41 am

    WhooHoo Kerri! Congrats! Yay on the HM’s too.


  238. Karin
    on Jan 30th, 2009
    @ 11:42 am

    Congratulations, Kerri!

    Thanks to Kate and the Bandits for the honorable mention! 🙂


  239. Becke/Treethyme
    on Jan 30th, 2009
    @ 11:55 am

    Congratulations, Kerri and Karin! Well done!


  240. PinkPeony
    on Jan 30th, 2009
    @ 3:59 pm

    Congratulations Kerri! And hats off to all of you Honorable Mention winners! This has has been a great writing exercise and a lot of fun.


  241. kh
    on Jan 30th, 2009
    @ 7:46 pm

    wtgw inners


  242. Hawk
    on Jan 30th, 2009
    @ 8:24 pm

    Sorry I’m late adding my comments…Congrats Kerri!
    I enjoyed all your voices. There were so many wonderfully creative people! This was fun! And I thank you all for the honorable mention…I’m glad you enjoyed my words.

    Cyber hugs!
    Hawk

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