T is for Timelines. This book takes place in 1998 and 2020 H is for Haunting. Enter a home haunted by more than just the strained memories of a lonely childhood. E is for Estranged. Sometimes we drift apart from the people we’ve loved or grown up with. S is for Suburbia. Where it feels so important to always keep up appearances. E is for Eerie. With an oppressive atmosphere, growing tension and dread, and pervasive uncertainty, there are plenty of eerie vibes here. F is for Family. Complicated dynamics and lifelong ties A is for Amber. Our main character M is for Murder. The prologue kicks off with a double homicide and betrayal. I is for Inheritance. Amber and her family are moving back into Amber’s childhood home. L is for Lockdowns. Maybe the stress of 2020 is making Amber see and hear all these strange things. I is for Imagination. Or perhaps it’s not the stress, perhaps it’s just Amber’s overactive imagination… A is for Arson. In 1998, a troubled neighbor boy likes fire just a little too much. R is for Revelations. Hidden truths will come to light W is for Whispers. A hateful voice won’t be…

My mother told me most of what I know about writing by the time I was about twelve years old. She was a writer, too—although her career was cut short by her early death, so early she was gone before her talent could fully flower and long before I even had the idea for my first novel. I can picture her quite clearly, reclined on a couch under a mohair blanket, dreaming up a story. Some writers have deep and powerful imaginations, more vivid than real life. That can’t be taught. As for what can be taught, I’ve summarized her thoughts in seven laws. Here they are, with commentary by me: 1. Organization is everything. If the story isn’t organized, what have you got? A mess. To be organized, you must make some big decisions from the get-go, such as: What’s the POV? One character? Multi? Tell it in first person? Third? How about the tense? Tone? I’ve got a nice beginning but will it lead to an end? Getting stuck without an end is bad. Make sure an ending is possible, and “the world blows up” doesn’t count. There are maybe 10,000 decisions in writing a novel. Accept that….

This week on Jen’s Jewels, I’m delighted to spotlight DOG PERSON by bestselling author Camille Pagán—a heartfelt, humorous story that will tug at your heartstrings. Told through the unforgettable voice of Harold, an aging dog with a mission, this novel beautifully explores grief, healing, and the enduring power of love. LIGHTNING ROUND In three words, describe the feeling readers will have when they finish your book. Warm, grateful, alive What’s your favorite writing season: cozy winter, hopeful spring, beachy summer, or reflective fall? Cozy winter is when I get the most writing done; summer is when I have my best ideas.  What’s one snack or treat that always appears when you’re deep in writing mode? Coffee, coffee, and all the coffee! My go-to is a cortado.  THE SPRING SPARK  April often feels like a season of renewal. Did anything about this story feel like a fresh start for you as a writer? Yes, absolutely—I wrote this novel after experiencing a pretty profound loss in my personal life. Because of that, it took me about twice as long as usual to write and edit this book, but the experience was so healing.  What was the very first image, line, or idea…

Book Title: BLONDE DUST Character: Pauline Bazelet How would you describe your family or your childhood? My  Parisian mother Marcelle lived with her eyes turned toward somewhere else. Paris, I know. She was beautiful, composed… but never really happy. Doug—my stepfather, a GI from Reno—was different. He took me out into the desert, showed me the mustangs, the silence, the space. That’s where I felt… free. For the first time. What was your greatest talent? Horses. Not riding them—understanding them. Knowing when to approach, when to wait. Earning their trust.  Significant other? A  magnificent mustang. Commander. He doesn’t lie. He rules. With him, I don’t have to be anything else. Just calm. Just true. And my best friend, Billie-Pearl.  Biggest challenge in relationships? Learning to speak up for myself.  Where do you live? Reno, Nevada. Between the hullabaloo of the casinos and the stillness of the desert. I belong more to one than the other. Do you have any enemies? Yes.  Kendall Spencer.  My married  boss.  And the father of my child. The man who thought I would never say no. He may still think that. He’s wrong. How do you feel about the place where you are now? Is…

What is the title of your latest release? THE PARIS MATCH What’s the “elevator pitch” for your new book? This book follows Layla Bailey, a recent divorcée who has been invited to her former sister-in-law’s destination wedding in Paris. She is understandably nervous to be there, and even more so when an accidental slip of the tongue gives the bride a case of cold feet. So now, Layla needs to try to repair her mistake…under the watchful, demanding eye of the very handsome, very mysterious, very taciturn best man.  How did you decide where your book was going to take place? Paris is a city that I truly love, and for several years I thought about writing a book there—but I always felt a bit of fear about trying to represent a place I and so many other people love so passionately. When the idea for this book came to me, though, I knew it was time!  Would you hang out with your heroine in real life? Absolutely, yes! Layla and I have some things in common (organized, plans-driven, a bit reserved), but are different enough in terms of life experiences and interests that we would probably have tons to…

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Some romances are won with flowers and sonnets. These begin with a thread, a key, a quiet blade tucked out of sight. I love stories where a woman steps into an impossible room and reads the grain of the door rather than the warning on the wall. She listens for the softest hinge, counts the steps, pockets a clue, and chooses the exact moment to make a promise that sounds small until the world realizes what it cost. That is the kind of ingenuity that turns survival into devotion. Deals and trials concentrate feeling. A bargain fixes the stakes in ink, then the love story has to find air between the lines. A task looks unwinnable until a heroine changes the rules with a kindness, a question, or a knife used for the right thing at the wrong time. Below are five fantasy romances that treat wit as a form of magic and make escape a love language. THE WITCH COLLECTOR — Charissa Weaks Every year a rider takes a woman from the valley, and Raina plans to end the practice with a knife and a plan that should not work. The winter forest feels like a character, the old…

In this scene from WHAT WE ARE SEEKING, the main character, John Maraintha, is learning how to garden when he first meets one of his alien neighbors. Excerpt from WHAT WE ARE SEEKING by Cameron Reed: The work had to be done on the knees and bending down, which was hard on the back. Yet itwas satisfying to pull at the base of a stem, using a firm and steady tension so as not to breakthe roots, until they came free of the branching passages they hid in and he held the plant wholein his hand. Once he had managed this a few times, Ru moved to the opposite corner of the bedto weed, and together they finished more quickly than he had expected. Then she showed himwhere to plant black-eyed peas, at the corner of each cluster of corn seedlings; the corn, shesaid, would support them as they grew and they would nourish it by fortifying the soil. A thirdsister, to be planted later, would shade the ground with her broad leaves to cool it. In this way anarrangement of seeds would grow into the shape of a story—a very old one; Ru said it came allthe way from Earth….

Matlock House, April 1804 Smythe opened the double doors. “My lord.” The countess glanced at the earl; he extended his arm. She rested her hand upon his forearm and stepped forward. Fitzwilliam held up both his arms. Phoebe on his right; his left belonged to Ellie. “Thankfully, we are not three,” Ellie whispered. “Brother would need a third arm,” Phoebe said. Ellie made a small sound and hid it at once. A throat clearing—their mother’s—silenced them. They entered the dining room. The earl seated the countess. Fitzwilliam seated his sisters, then sat between them. The round table was a novelty—Lady Matlock’s scheme, Lord Matlock’s constant rebuke. The first course—soup—was served, then the footmen withdrew and left the table to family. Ellie leant forward at once, eyes bright with excitement. “Will you truly see Paris first?” Phoebe answered for him. “He will see Calais first. Then he will stare at the road as if it has offended him.” Fitzwilliam lifted his gaze to her. “If it does, I shall forgive it.” Ellie’s spoon paused halfway to her mouth. “Then Paris?” Phoebe’s eyes lit. “He will. He must. Everyone goes.” “Not everyone,” Lady Matlock said, quiet. Phoebe turned at once, eager. “But…

Excerpt from MEET ME IN ITALY by Brenda Novak: Charlotte had packed a suitcase and moved back in with her parents, who lived in Newport Beach, while Cliff was gone. She wasn’t going to stay where she wasn’t wanted; it’d been his money that’d bought the house in the first place. But even after living an entire week in her old bedroom, whenever she opened her eyes and took in her surroundings, she felt strange, as if she’d stepped into a time capsule. Her parents hadn’t changed a thing since she’d graduated from high school and left home. Her yearbooks were stacked in the closet, the cluttered bulletin board above her desk held, among other things, a picture of her and Doug Green at senior prom, along with the dried-out corsage he’d given her, various notes from the friends she’d been closest to at the time, her SAT results, her acceptance to Stanford and her old book lists, which were extensive because she knew, in order to become a writer, she needed to be well-read. That she’d been able to achieve her dream of getting published by a major publisher and hitting The New York Times bestseller list so easily…