Dame Rinda

I have to break the cycle. Can’t miss the Readers on Deadline, can we?  No worries, I’ll share my “continuing” path to publication on my post in two weeks. It is still a work in progress.

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Readers on Deadline (ROD) is a monthly Deadline Dame feature where we post an intriguing image and invite readers to be inspired and share the results in up to 250 words right here in the comments.

There’s a two week deadline, so entries will have to be in by midnight when I post my next regular Deadline Dames post, which is midnight September 8th.   The Dames will pick the entry that most intrigues us, post that entry in the next month’s ROD  along with a link to that writer/reader’s site-if there is one.  And you get a prize!

( We’d like to add a request for our readers not to re-post pictures.  Some are stock photos and those are fine, but quite a few of them are used with written permission from the artist.  Thanks! )

We received some FANTASTIC entries last month. There were intriguing bits throughout, some intense and fresh descriptions. I had a blast reading them.  In the end, the Dames chose Lisa T. Congratulations Lisa!!  This is wonderful! Send us your mailing address so Dame Devon can get your A Cup of Normal anthology in the mail.

I dragged the overstuffed chair outside to wait and watch. Hoping the gathering clouds would clash and battle to form something uncontrollable and destructive. At least I would be comfortable while I witnessed the dangerous dance of opposing forces.

An ozone scented breeze raised goosebumps on my skin and rustled voluminous skirts up over my knees. As I smoothed the hem back into place, I craved the comfort of my favorite pair of jeans but he did ask nicely. I obliged him this time, even though he was late.

Maybe the clouds would approve of my spaghetti-strapped offering and reward me by reducing the dilapidated boarding house to a pile of useless rubble driving all of the shadows and whispers away. The ruin blighted the street with stench of secrets and muffled screams.

Lightning blazed and wind howled. I counted four heartbeats before I heard the thunderclap. Only one thing could make this long overdue spectacle better. Joe.

Rain pelted my face and plastered fabric to skin. I knew I should go inside before the gods themselves reclaimed the boarding house and cleansed the filth away. But I was transfixed as if the chair had grown roots. Eager to witness the power of nature as it righted an old wrong.

A hand squeezed my shoulder and a familiar voice approved of my drenched dress. I moved over and made room. He smiled and winked as a clump of shingles flew straight through him and continued on its way like tumbleweed.

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This next image is a bit unusual. Can’t wait to see how creative you guys get with this one!  It’s by Agata Urbaniak.

Dame Jenna is offering up a signed copy of Dame Keri’s DESTINY KILLS.  Good luck!

Desire calls. Danger Lurks.
But…When Destiny McCree wakes up beside a dead man on an Oregon beach, she knows only this: she has to keep moving, keep searching, and keep one step ahead of the forces that have been pursuing her from the heart of Scotland to this isolated spot. Why? The death of her lover has left her alone, with little memory of her past. A glimmering serpent-shaped ring is the one clue she has—and a bargaining chip in a most dangerous game.

Enter Trae Wilson, a master thief with a sexy, knowing grin and a secret agenda of his own. Destiny and Trae both have powers far beyond the human—and both are running for their lives. Together they’re riding a tide of danger, magic, and lust…but with killers stalking their every move, they must use any means necessary, even each other, to survive—until the shocking secret of one woman’s destiny finally unravels.…