Tuesday, May 4, 2021

Be Kind to Animals Week

EXCERPT from
NO MORE POODLE SKIRTS

    Again the next day, Maddie hoped to see the little dog at the shelter, but he didn’t make an appearance. So while the children and Daphne ate lunch, Maddie set out toward the

woods.

    “Where are you going, Miz Maddie?” The teenaged boy followed her out of the building.

    She considered him for a moment, wondering if he would frighten the little dog farther away. Then decided to give the boy a chance to prove himself. “To look for the little black and white dog.”

    A odd look crossed Devon’s face, then he took the lead on the narrow trail into the woods. “I’ve seen him sometimes in a tangle of blackberry bushes about a half mile into these trees.”

    They walked in silence for a time.

    “What are you going to do if we find him?” The kid asked.

    “When we find him, I’m going to convince him he wants to come home with me.”

    “Lucky dog,” Devon muttered.

    A short distance later, the kid slowed down. “It’s right up ahead. Maybe you should go first so I don’t scare him.”

    Maddie frowned at Devon and he half-shrugged in apology.

    “Hey, my doggie friend!” Maddie called. “Will you come out and see me?”

    Maddie continued to talk to the dog as she walked slowly around the berry bushes. “I don’t see him.”

    “Wait. I think I do.” The kid squatted down. “See? About ten feet into those bushes. There’s something black and white. Come on, little fella, growl at me or something.”

    “Is he moving?” Maddie asked. “What if he’s hurt?”

    “I’ll crawl in and see.”

    “Be careful.”

    With a slight smile, Devon got down on his hands and knees and crawled slowly toward the black and white object he had seen.

    “Can you see if he’s hurt?” Maddie stood on her toes and tried in vain to see the little dog.

    “Almost there.” The kid’s voice sounded muffled as he crawled further into the tangle of bushes.

    The silence pulsed worry through Maddie’s veins until Devon called out. “He’s alive.”

    “Thank goodness! Can you get him out of there?”

    “I’ll put him on my jacket and use that as a kind of stretcher to pull him out.” 

    After what seemed like a dog’s age, Devon emerged backwards, dragging his coat with its precious cargo.

    “He doesn’t look good,” Devon commented.

    Maddie had to agree. The little dog lay so still, emitting an occasional whimper. Dried blood discolored one of his front legs. “I’m going to take him to the vet.”

    Don’t let them put me to sleep!

    Maddie touched the little guy’s head. “You tell me what you want when we get there.”

    Devon volunteered to go with Maddie and sit in the back seat beside the little dog.

    When they arrived at the clinic, the receptionist began asking questions Maddie had no idea to answer. “What’s the dog’s name?”

    Mr. Razzles.

    “Mr. Razzles,” Maddie repeated.

    “Date of birth?” the receptionist asked.

    Maddie relayed what Razzles told her, and did the same with the rest of the questions. Until she asked when his last vaccinations were.

    I don’t like shots, Razzles said.

    “I don’t want you to get sick,” Maddie responded.

    “Pardon me?” the receptionist asked.

    Maddie faked a smile. “He’s been living on his own and I don’t have much information about him.”

    One of the receptionist’s eyebrows lifted. “Do you want to just leave him?”

    A horrified look echoed the distress in Maddie’s heart at the thought of abandoning the little dog. “I’ll be paying his expenses, if that’s what you’re asking, and he’ll be coming home with me.”

    “Not everyone is as generous and kind as you. Mr. Razzles could have some serious injuries.”

    “He’ll be coming home with me,” Maddie repeated.   

    The receptionist smiled. “He’s a lucky dog.”


Copyright Genie Gabriel

Tuesday, April 27, 2021

Tell a Story Day is April 27

When I saw this holiday on a list, I thought, "How perfect for a writer!"

Though "Once upon a time..." as an opening line may be overused, I've used the story structure of fairy tales as a starting point to write books, and have presented a class on doing this. It's a familiar and fun way to help writers dig into a story and let your imagination soar!

Since I'm celebrating the release of book 3 of my Collie Chronicles series, I'm offering the first paragraph of each of the stories in that series here. Nope, I didn't use "Once upon a time..." in any of these openings, but hopefully have issued an invitation to readers to settle in and find out what happens next.

 At the same time Francesca Durand was born as a human, Chap the Collie arranged his arrival on Earth Three as a puppy.
    --From MORE THAN A HUMAN





 Francesca Durand dropped to her knees beside the freshly dug grave.
    --From MORE THAN JUST A DOG, book 1 of The Collie Chronicles
    Print version



We have to go.
Chap put one paw on Francesca Durand’s shoulder and connected his thoughts with her dream world, projecting the scene of a fire.
 
    --From MORE THAN A STAR TRAVELER, book 2 of The Collie Chronicles
    Print version


I should not have let him go without me.
Chessie Durand stood with her Collie in front of the waterfall that hid the stargate at her mother’s farm on Earth Three. 
    --From SOMETHING BETTER, book 3 of The Collie Chronicles





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Sunday, April 25, 2021

Puzzle Piece #4


 

If you haven't seen the first pieces of the puzzle from Bernie's Legacy, my romantic suspense books, you can check them out here (first piece), second piece, and third piece. These puzzle pieces started out on Puzzle Day, January 29, 2021, and reflect my love of puzzles. 

The Bernie's Legacy series of ten books solves a piece of the puzzle in each book. However, the question posed in the first book, "Why did you do it?"--and whodunnit--is not resolved until the tenth book in the series. 


This piece of the puzzle from LIVING THE LEGACY:  Who is Sally Harris? Why does she have a special interest in Collin O'Shea? How is she connected to the sheriff?


I hope you have fun "puzzling out" the pieces of this series. 


Digital versions of the books

in the Bernie's Legacy series

are on sale for 

just 99 cents each!


You can read EXCERPTS

of all my books at:

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Wednesday, April 21, 2021

Happy birthday to Quantum Canines!

We are 13 lucky years old!


Quantum Canines was born in April 2008. A sanctuary of a different breed to provide a home for beautiful doggies who came to begin a new life. With their love and healing and challenges, they continue to offer me lessons in how to heal myself.


In the mysteries of the Universe, my Collie also turned 13 this month, 

though he spent the first few years of his life with his "other mother."


Collies have been special guides to me throughout this life--

the first dog I remember was a Collie.


My Collie Chronicles series is a tribute 

to these beautiful and very special companions. 


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Thursday, April 15, 2021

IT'S RELEASE DAY!

 


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Monday, April 12, 2021

Last Day to Enter Giveaway!

 Monday, April 12, is the last day
to enter this giveaway 
for over 30 sweet romance ebooks. 
Two lucky readers 
will win all 30+ books 
plus 30 winners 
will receive one ebook each! 

 

(2) Grand Prize "Gift Baskets" of ALL eBooks! 

(25+) Winners of Individual eBooks (randomly selected titles)


Includes my book:

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Wednesday, April 7, 2021

New Sweet Romance Giveaway!

 

(2) Grand Prize "Gift Baskets" of ALL eBooks! 

(25+) Winners of Individual eBooks (randomly selected titles)


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Friday, April 2, 2021

Pre-Order Now to Find out How a Legend Comes to Life

 

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A LEGEND COMES TO LIFE


The legend of a Special One 

who travels in the light of the merkaba 

comes into being as Chessie Durand and her Collie 

travel through dimensions to rescue banished peoples 

who will help Chessie and Peter Stravel, 

her Chosen One, build a new world. 


However, shadows of the past follow the refugees, 

threatening their dreams and their lives. 

Are they strong enough to explore this primitive paradise 

with its unknown dangers and enchantments? 

Can betrayals be forgiven and former enemies forge new alliances? 

These pioneers must be strong enough to banish their fears 

and form new beliefs to build their dream of Something Better.



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Wednesday, March 17, 2021

Angel Batzy sez, "I'll be back!"

 


from Angel Batzy...


I crossed the Rainbow Bridge last summer--June 30 if you ask my human mom. She remembers and felt me cross, though I chose a time when she wasn't home. Know why? Because our physical connection was so strong that her energy, through the touch of her hands, would have kept me on Earth. And my physical body was worn out. Just shot.


I'm ready to go back to the physical plane, but she's doesn't think she is ready. She's too overwhelmed. But she feels me with her in spirit, and she sees my face in pictures of other dogs looking for their furever family. She wants me to come back, but she's also afraid. 


Aren't humans silly? Wanting something but afraid to receive it. "Oh, I'm fine this way," they might say. Or "someone else needs it more than me." As if there's not enough for everyone. And my human should know there IS ENOUGH! She has seen the power of the Universe. Has experienced miracles through us, her furry loved ones. Still she doubts the power--the power available to her and every human. Like having electricity and not turning on the lights when it's dark. Can you imagine that?


I'll probably have to do something dramatic to get her attention. Like dig under her fence and just show up on the back deck. (Doggy laugh.) I used to dig under the fence into the neighbor's yard to chase those darn cats who would yowl and fight. My mom would sneak over the fence to rescue me, muttering angry words she didn't really mean. Because she always came to get me, you know, and she wouldn't have come after me if she didn't love me. 


Yep, I'll be back, and she will be so glad to see me, though she might mutter and worry about things that don't really matter. Silly humans.


Available as stand-alone
Also available in print

OR in the anthology
A TOUCH OF BLARNEY

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Wednesday, March 10, 2021

Puzzle piece #3!

 



If you haven't seen the first pieces of the puzzle from Bernie's Legacy, my romantic suspense books, you can check them out here (first piece) and here (second piece). These puzzle pieces started out on Puzzle Day, January 29, 2021, and reflect my love of puzzles. 


The Bernie's Legacy series of ten books solves a piece of the puzzle in each book. However, the question posed in the first book, "Why did you do it?"--and whodunnit--is not resolved until the tenth book in the series. 


This piece of the puzzle from LEGACY OF ANGELS: who is the man-beast that should have been dead and, again, what is his connection with "whodunnit"?


I hope you have fun "puzzling out" the pieces of this series. 


Digital versions of the books

in the Bernie's Legacy series

are on sale for 

just 99 cents each!


You can read EXCERPTS

of all my books at:

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Friday, March 5, 2021

If Pets Had Thumbs...

If Pets Had Thumbs,
they would have been posted this
on Wednesday, the actual day
this was celebrated!

(Copyright Genie Gabriel from Street Dog Dreams)

Want to read more about how 
the Royal Canines and the Street Dogs
build their dream?
The digital version of
STREET DOG DREAMS
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Friday, February 26, 2021

February 26 is Fairy Tale Day

And what better fairy tale 

than to meet the rock star 

who is the heart-throb of 

millions of teenaged girls?


To get a second chance at love 

with this Rock Star.


Digital format of
The Rock Star
is only 99 cents!

Also available in print.

EXCERPT from

The Rock Star


Spotlights flashed in rainbows across the stage. Red. Green. Blue. Crisscrossing until they merged into one white-hot light on Geoff Chastain's face, evoking memories of other times. The screams of thousands of teenaged girls washed through his memory as he pulled the microphone from its stand.


The first notes of his daughter's favorite song filled the auditorium and his breath caught, jagged, in his chest. Pain pulsed through Geoff's heart with each beat of the drum. He nearly dropped to his knees, longing to crawl back into the self-imposed exile where he had existed since his daughter died.


The faces of the kids in wheelchairs looked up at him with bright expectation. The whispers of the singers waiting in the stage wings curled around him in concern.


Daddy, promise you won't let the music die. His daughter's last request haunted Geoff. He never suspected life would become so desolate he would forget to eat and sleep, let alone lose touch with the music that had always flowed so easily from his soul.


A singer moved from the wings to stand beside him. Her presence drifted around him in silent encouragement. Her sweet contralto coaxed him to sing with her.


Focus, he ordered his brain, staring at the woman. Waves of auburn hair framed her face, then tumbled halfway down a lush body barely covered in spandex and sequins. A woman designed to stir a man to action.


Geoff's voice rasped with disuse on the first verse; the woman's harmony covered it. As he started the second verse, an image of his daughter swam before his eyes and Geoff's throat closed. The woman picked up the melody without missing a beat, as if they had planned this duet.


He grasped at her hand and drew a deep breath. Her soft scent filled his nostrils, drawing his attention away from the pain. Giving him the strength to dig deep inside where the music had lain in silent mourning.


Geoff's voice mingled with hers on the chorus, then soared as he soloed the third verse. Their voices chased each other through the final refrain, then their eyes met and held on the last triumphant note. Awed silence hung for a moment before applause erupted and the crowd was in motion.


A sea of well-wishers swarmed onto the stage. Not the frenzied near-riots of years ago, but the exuberant cheer of celebration. Smiles and congratulations wrapped warmly around Geoff as men pumped his hand and women kissed his cheek.


But the mysterious auburn-haired woman who saved his musical butt had disappeared.


Copyright Genie Gabriel


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Wednesday, February 24, 2021

Another piece of the puzzle...

 


As mentioned in my previous post on Puzzle Day, January 29, 2021, my love of puzzles emerged in Bernie's Legacy, my romantic suspense books. 


This series of ten books solves a piece of the puzzle in each book. However, the question posed in the first book, "Why did you do it?"--and whodunnit--is not resolved until the tenth book in the series. 


Here's another piece of the puzzle from PICTURE PERFECT LEGACY: who is the drug dealer and what is his connection with "whodunnit"?


I hope you have fun "puzzling out" the pieces of this series. 


Digital versions of the books

in the Bernie's Legacy series

are on sale for 

just 99 cents each!


You can read EXCERPTS

of all my books at:

www.GenieGabriel.com



Thursday, February 11, 2021

Happy Inventors' Day, Uncle Horace!

AUNT MADDIE'S DOGGONE MISADVENTURES


Aunt Maddie may be the Spunky Old Broad

of the Doggone Misadventures series, 

but Uncle Horace is the absent-minded, 

lovable genius whose inventions don't always work 

the way he intended...


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short excerpt from CHASING RAINBOWS:


    Ka-boom! The blast shattered the settling peace of dusk as Marissa Madison pulled into the circular drive. Rissa threw open the car door and sprinted toward the gray stone house. 

    “Please, no blood this time,” she whispered as her feet hit the rough-hewn steps leading up to the broad double doors. 

    A bespectacled man stepped through the doorway amid a confetti shower of envelopes and leaflets. His silvery hair stood in startled spikes around a balding pate as if it too had been a victim of the explosion. 

    “Too much torque in the mail conveyor,” he muttered with a frown. 


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Excerpt from ST. BATZY & THE TIME MACHINE:

    Horace Ainsworth patted the side of the giant red fire hydrant towering two stories above him then addressed the terrier mix dog staring at him curiously. “It’s finished. Now don’t you dig in my Maddie’s roses any more or potty on the pansies.” 

    Batzy stared at Horace’s retreating back for a moment before he hiked his leg on the nearest flowering plant. 

    Then he turned his attention to the odd-looking structure the Big Human had erected. Not like any fire hydrant he’d ever sniffed. A canine would have to be the size of King Kong to give this thing a proper marking. 

***

    “We need to build a time machine to rescue Maddie before the hijacking actually happens.” 

    Clement slipped his thumbs under his suspenders and rocked from the balls of his feet to his heels. “Interesting concept. Though some of my colleagues say there’s a failsafe mechanism to prevent time travelers from changing what’s already happened.” 

    “I’m going to prove your colleagues wrong.” Horace pushed past his cousin toward the fabrication lab. “We need to make some modifications to the probe to turn it into a time machine.” 

    “You’ll need an entire redesign if you want enough room for humans.” 

    “Or something that’s big enough to be retrofitted with a nuclear reactor.” Mentally, Horace went through the structures on their property that could be quickly modified to carry a human time traveler. “The giant fire hydrant!” 

***

    On the monitors Horace watched the giant fire hydrant. On the outside it looked much the same as it had when Horace set it up for the dog next door. However, the monitors showing the inside of the hydrant revealed major changes. Living quarters for human time travelers were contained on the second floor of the hydrant. On the ground floor a mini-nuclear reactor had been installed. A semi-circle around it contained a bank of monitors and control panels linked to the computer that controlled the time machine and contained a calendar program to calculate the day, month and year where the time machine had traveled. 



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Excerpt from NO MORE POODLE SKIRTS:


    Today, Uncle Horace revealed one of them [the mysterious inventions he was working on]. He headed straight toward Father Jacobs, who was wearing his Superhawk costume. “Ah, you’re here to help me test the jet-pack.” 

    “I’m what?” Father Jacobs seemed baffled. 

    “You’re the test pilot for my jet-pack. You want to fly, don’t you?” 

    Father Jacobs hesitated, glanced at the wings of his costume, then nodded. 

    “Here you go.” Horace handed him what looked like a double diving tank with criss-cross straps that formed a seat and extended over the shoulders. “Step into the seat, then adjust the shoulder straps.” 

    “How do I control it?” 

    “The buttons on the waist strap. Ignition to start, hover to hover--” Horace grinned. “And jet power gives a burst of speed upward.” 

    “And what button makes it land?” 

    “Haven’t quite figured that out yet...” Horace meandered off, muttering to himself. 

    The kids were eager to help Father Jacobs put on the jet-pack. After he was securely strapped in, he said, “Okay, back away now.” 

    As the children moved back, the priest pressed the ignition button. The jet-pack rumbled to life, and a grin spread across Father Jacobs’ face. 

    He pressed the hover button, but the device simply hummed. With a slight frown, he briefly closed his eyes and made the sign of the cross, then pushed the jet power button. 

    The good Father shot upward. 

    “Spread your wings and fly!” His audience on the ground shouted. In response, Father Jacobs began flailing his arms. 


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    “What are you working on, Uncle Horace?” 

    The older man looked up at Dori and smiled. “Just testing the drone controls of the flying car. Perhaps my Maddie won’t have so many crumpled vehicles if she doesn’t have to worry about driving. What do you have in the box, child?” 

    Dori gently set the box on the workbench. One at a time, Uncle Horace removed the silvery pieces and laid them out in front of him. 

    “It’s a dog!” Dori exclaimed. 

    Uncle Horace nodded. “I made two of them—one for Ryan and one for Rissa—when they were six years old. Rissa carried hers around and treated it like a real dog—feeding it, wrapping it in a blanket and tucking it into bed beside her. We repurposed Rissa’s into an exhaust tracking dog, but Ryan’s disappeared when he took it to school for Show and Tell. He wouldn’t tell us what happened to it. Where did you find this?” 



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Excerpt from Street Dog Dreams:


    The spacecraft whooshed to a halt inside the fortress walls atop the hill at the dogdom. While Dr. Alek hurried away with the box of puppies, the pilot named Charlie briefed those on board about what to expect. 

    “When you disembark from this transport craft, you’ll go to the showers before eating–” 

    As whimpers of protest began, Charlie raised his voice. “Orders of the Canine Queen. Clean up or you don’t eat. Enjoy your new accommodations, my friends.” 

    The smell of food hurried the process of showers: wet down, shampoo, rinse, blow dry. Well, kind of. Little Pal tried to hide under Big Dog to avoid getting wet, but water sprayed up from underneath them also. 

    “Whoa!” Little Pal jumped, bumping against Big Dog’s belly, who side-stepped and exposed Little Pal to a full drenching. He scrunched his eyes closed and hoped this would be fast. 

    When the shampoo squirted from all sides, Little Pal wrinkled his nose. He was going to smell like a girl! He just started into a full-body shake when the rinse water drenched him again. 

    This time Little Pal managed to shake his entire body, spraying water in all directions. Perfect timing as the next instant giant blow dryers came on, sweeping his hair back as it dried like a model’s windswept hairdo. 

    Little Pal emerged from the dog wash with his eyes wide open in amazement, an expression reflected by many of the other dogs. He took refuge under Big Dog’s belly again, glad that experience was over. 


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