Yorkies, by DeAnn Smallwood

Hello! Bear with me, this is my first effort at blogging. So far I’m loving it thanks to Char Chaffin and Diane w/a Rebecca Heflin. And of course an eternal thanks to Debby and SoulMate Publishing.

I have been writing for several years and have the following published books which can be found at SoulMate Publishing and Amazon:

UNCONQUERABLE CALLIE: http://www.amzn.com/B00BLWBDF2

CALLIOPE CREEK: https://www.amzn.com/B01M4QXEKM

WYOMING HEATHER: http://www.amzn.com/B00DCHAV2K

ONE SHINGLE TO HANG: http://www.amzn.com/B00LU6NGV8

MONTANA MAN: https://www.amzn.com/B00TWMKA0C

TEARS IN THE WIND: http://www.amzn.com/B00AIPZNHC

KADE: https://www.amzn.com/B074WCHB4B

DECLAN: https://www.amzn.com/B07CGFH5Q4

MORGAN: https://www.amzn.com/B07JJR5NSJ

ONE MAN TO HEAL: https://www.amzn.com/B0823Z898B

Then I decided to challenge myself and wrote two suspense thrillers ,under the name of D.M. Woods also available at SoulMate Publishing and Amazon. They are:

DEATH CROSSES THE FINISH LINE: http://www.amzn.com/B008G0YXB8

DEATH IS A HABIT:  http://www.amzn.com/B00HQW3F52

My two books, ONE SHINGLE TO HANG and ONE MAN TO HEAL are both based in the beautiful imaginary town of Chesterfield, Colorado. I am currently working on the third book based in Chesterfield, ONE BROTHER RETURNS. These three are set in the 1860’s. KADE, DECLAN, MORGAN, TEARS IN THE WIND, and CALLIOPE CREEK are my contemporary novels as well as KADE, DECLAN, and MORGAN the Wyoming Brothers Series.

Whew! Now I’ve got that off my chest but I do want to invite you to check these out and let me know what you think. I’m terribly remiss in updating my web site and posting on facebook. Both errors I plan to correct immediately.

Now, about the Yorkies. I have three delightful Yorkie kids. They help my write by sitting on pillows in my office window (barking at imaginary cats), on my lap ( hindering my typing), or in an easy chair next to my desk. My oldest little girl, weighing in at 5 pounds, is named Stormy. Then Eli, my porker boy, weighing in at 9 pounds and finally Peyton.

We call him our “late in life baby boy.” We’ve had him three months and he weighs in at 3 pounds. We were told by family and friends two Yorkies were enough but we didn’t listen and I’m so glad we didn’t. We had to name him Peyton to go with his brother Eli which will make sense to my football fan readers. I’d like to call finis to my fur baby saga but we rescued a white Siberian Husky with pale blue eyes. We think she’s two and is forty pounds. Now, we have never had a dog that sheds. Our husky does . . . in copious amounts. You vacuum under our sofa and you’d swear you found another dog. We call her Maybelline because she has dark lines of mascara under each eye. Four dogs!! Can you believe it?

I am a native of Colorado but lived several years in Montana and Wyoming. I draw on these three states for my books. My husband and I currently make our home in Colorado. I am retired and have more time to devote to my writing. I can’t tell you the thrill I get when I hear from one of my readers. What an honor to have my books read. There’s a saying, Of course I’m out of my mind . . . it’s scary up there. Well, I’m living proof of that saying. It’s scary in my mind because of all the stories I have stored there just waiting to be written.

I’m going to call this a wrap and hope you’ve enjoyed this my first effort. I will be blogging often and the Yorkies have offered their help. How can I lose?

DeAnn Smallwood

facebook: http://www.facebook.com/DeAnn-Smallwood

website link: http://www.deannsmallwood.com/

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Life Change Sometimes Means Goodbye

retiredBack in August of last year I posted a blog about contemplating retirement. Bottom line … I wasn’t ready. How quickly things can change.

This will be my last blog column as part of the Soul Mate Publishing blog/writing team. No particular reason, other than my body and mind have had enough. As much as I love writing, the idea of putting together an entire book no longer excites me. I’ve had my time and now it’s up to the rest of the authors out there to have theirs.

It’s also time for you readers to encourage them with kudos on their Facebook page, share a tweet about their new book on Twitter, and more importantly…write a review.

yes no maybeI encourage everyone who writes to keep going, to work hard no matter the challenges. Yet, at the same time, take breaks as often as you need them. No good can come from pushing too hard. I know I always found the scenes I forced myself to write … just to make that quota … were often the ones that needed the most editing.

Stay positive, even in the face of doubt or rejection. Remember, even J.K. Rowling and Stephen King were leery of their own work and were rejected numerous times before publication! As was Dr. Suess, Agatha Christie, John Le Carre and Lousia May Alcott. That’s some nice company to be in if you ask me! One of my favorite quotes about rejection comes from J.K. Rowling:

‘It is impossible to live without failing at something, unless you live so cautiously that you might as well not have lived at all – in which case, you fail by default.’

In my long (26 year) publishing career, I’ve jumped around romance genres, published a children’s book, and have a cookbook currently in the hands of an editor. The spark was always there…until it wasn’t. Will it come back? Who knows?

thank youI wanted to take a minute to thank my readers who have bought my books, my fellow authors who have always been supportive and encouraging, and (of course) my family who sometimes just shake their heads and accept the fact that this “old granny” writes steamy romance.

I am eternally grateful to Soul Mate Publishing for backing two of my 32 books. One was the “book of my heart”, the other the “book of my dreams”. Both were more important to me than any other I’ve written. Both were rejected at least once by other, far less insightful, publishers.

First, the “book of my heart”… based on a true story shared with me while sitting in an ice-cold rink and watching my oldest son play hockey.

16.1 HomeIsWhereTheHunkIsWhen globe-trotting photographer Allison Cain comes home to her family ranch in Montana it’s to get to know her nephew and to make amends with the widowed brother-in-law she’s left alone to raise his young son.

Evan Carver could never deny his late wife’s younger sister anything, despite the fact she’s been conspicuously absent over the past three years since her sister’s death. Now she’s home again on what she’s called an extended vacation. Evan’s first concern is for his son, Cody, and how his aunt’s visit will affect the five year old when she decides to return to her high profile career.

Allison has no intention of going back to work. In addition to getting to know Cody, she needs to confess her biggest secret to Evan. How do you tell the man you’ve always loved that you’re not just his son’s aunt, but also his mother?

~ ~ ~

And second, the “book of my dreams”… was fueled by a love of ancient Egypt and mysteries!

23 Eye of the PharaohPublicist Teri Hunter has her hands full promoting Professor Joshua Cain and his new non-fiction book, The Pharaoh’s Mummy. She’s not convinced it’s even possible to turn this absent-minded, modern-day, Indiana Jones into a best-selling author.

Dr. Cain’s PhDs in archaeology and art history have prepared him for almost anything on the lecture circuit and among ancient ruins. He’s just not sure about a book tour…or the sexy publicist sent to monitor his every professional move.

When an odd request falls in their laps while in New Orleans, Josh and Teri find themselves transported to 1920’s Egypt where they must resolve an ancient curse in order to be sent home. Will the dangers facing them hinder their success and threaten their very lives? Or will help from an ancient guardian keep them on-track and safe?



I’ll still be around on Facebook and Twitter. I’ll still be reading books by my favorite authors. And, I’ll still be supporting those who write and read!

Wishing everyone a happy, healthy, creative, and prosperous life!

Peace out!


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From Grammar Revolution to Writer’s Evolution 2, by Gail Ingis

Hi, folks! Gail Ingis, here.

Now that my book, Indigo Sky, was finally published by Soul Mate Publishing and can be 679_1001780925-205x300ordered in three formats, an ebook, print book and audible, I’m seeking grammar lessons to continue writing romance. I never understood grammar in the third grade and I’m finally annoyed enough that I’m embarking on a new learning adventure, with Elizabeth O’Brien, an ambitious English teacher that has taken my email by storm (pardon the cliche). Elizabeth is present almost daily. I haven’t tossed her out the window because I really would like to see how she makes it easier to understand how words work.


Editing, editing, editing

How can anyone be a writer if all they know is what a noun and a verb is, oops, are? IimagesWOMANTYPING mean, I didn’t know the difference between an adverb and adjective when I began this journey back in 2009, and if it’s not visual, forget it, I’m an artist after all. So, how did I write Indigo Sky in 2015? I had lots of advice, help and even more ripping out, tossing out and foot stamping. Lots have happened since then. I’m more comfortable with adjectives, verbs, nouns, and the combination thereof. Also please remember to write a review, like everything else, folks only buy after they’ve read the reviews. Reviews are easy, they only need one or two lines, a title and of course, you probably know that 5-star is the best.

Now get this, I thought all adverbs modify a noun, huh? Then what’s an adjective? It’s so confusing. That why I ordered Elizabeth O’Brien’s book  with the hopes that grammar will become my friend and serve as a great mapping system when I write . . . anything. Uh, oh, there are those elusive ellipses. Hmm, maybe I should have used an em dash? Sigh . . .

And don’t holler at me that I forgot a comma somewhere, Grammarly didn’t help me with this post, and that’s probably the reason.

Enough–I’ll keep you posted.

In author Gail Ingis’s dazzling historical romance debut, Indigo Sky, a young heiress must stay in her abusive marriage… until a handsome artist attempts to shelter her from a life of misery.

(Trailer) Indigo Sky Trailer by Gail Ingis


Please remember to order Indigo Sky and send it right to your iPad (epub) or Kindle (Mobi).

INDIGO SKY | “A Triumphant Tale of Courage. 5-Star

Gail Ingis, Author and Visual Artist
www.gaiingis.com | gailingisclaus@gmail.com 

Website | Artist Page | Amazon | Facebook | Goodreads | Twitter | Trailer B&N

(thanks to Rebecca Heflin for her posting assistance)

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Life is Like a Box of Chocolates-by Catherine Castle

Forrest Gump said it so succinctly, “Life is like a box of chocolates … you never know what you going to get.”

You never do know what you’re going to get … unless the box lid has a diagram that tells you what chocolate is located where. Then you can read the key and pick the perfect chocolate. Of course, the majority of boxes, as Forrest said, have no key. When you get one of those boxes, there is no way to know which chocolate has a cream filling, which has caramel, or which is solid chocolate.

While I find the chocolate box diagram handy for choosing my sweets, I’m not sure I’d want to go through life knowing exactly what came next. All those surprise bouquets my husband brought home to me over the years would be ruined. I’d know they were coming and that would spoil both his joy in the spur of the moment gift and my joy in receiving a gift just because he loved me.

If I knew what was coming in life, I’d have nothing to strive for. Why would I want to spend 20 years of my life trying to get published if I knew it wouldn’t happen until I was 60? Why not just wait until age 58, dash off that book, and get a contract? Easy peasy, right? But if I did that, would I lose all the experiences I gained between the years that honed my craft and made me who I am today as a writer?

It might be nice to know if an illness was on the horizon, especially if it was something I could avoid through better living or exercise. Knowing I might be jobless, or homeless, or have some big tragedy in my life might allow me to be prepared. Knowing my nature, though, I’d probably brood and worry about it until the rest of my existence was destroyed.

I suppose if my life was extra hard, or if I suffered more than the average person, knowing what was coming could be helpful. But on the other hand, would it have caused me to give up instead of solve the problems I faced head on? After all, if a road looks impassable, there’s always the option to just make camp at the road block, not figure a way around, or wait for someone else to clear the way.

No, it’s better, in my opinion, to take one’s good and bad unexpected life issues as they come out of the box—surprises and all.

What about you? Would you want your life box of chocolates labeled?




For a sweet surprise pick up Catherine’s award-winning sweet romantic comedy with a touch of drama A Groom for Mama.

Beverly Walters is dying, and before she goes she has one wish—to find a groom for her daughter. To get the deed done, Mama enlists the dating service of Jack Somerset, Allison’s former boyfriend.

The last thing corporate-climbing Allison wants is a husband. Furious with Mama’s meddling, and a bit more interested in Jack than she wants to admit, Allison agrees to the scheme as long as Mama promises to search for a cure for her terminal illness.

A cross-country trip from Nevada to Ohio ensues, with a string of disastrous dates along the way, as the trio hunts for treatment and A Groom For Mama.


About the Author:

Multi-award winning author Catherine Castle loves writing, reading, traveling, singing, theatre, quilting and gardening. She’s a passionate gardener whose garden won a “Best Hillside Garden” award from the local gardening club. She writes sweet and inspirational romances. You can find her award-winning Soul Mate books The Nun and the Narc and A Groom for Mama, on Amazon and Barnes and Noble.

Follow her on Twitter @AuthorCCastle, FB or her blog

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The Write Word with Wareeze

Looking back into the past of writing and forward into the present

Hello Friends,

2020 is here! For all of you readers new to the Soul Mate Publishing blog, allow me to introduce myself. I write historical romance with a twist of suspense under the pen name Wareeze Woodson. I have six published works up on Amazon.

In this post, I intend to look back at how authors wrote and compare such writing to today. Errors or typos were present in the past and are still prevalent in today’s books. Here is a mistake in a top selling author’s book:  “We don’t agree,” he contradicted, a cooked smile tugging at the edges of his mouth.

I wonder if the trolls searching the web commented on the cooked instead of the appropriate crooked. One of my books contained wont instead of want. You would think the writing world couldn’t survive such carelessness. GEES.

Many elements of writing, even ten years ago, are now taboo. Jumping from one point of view to another without a single warning is never allowed today, especially in my genre of historical romance. In several books by a famous author (one of my favorites) when some point needed explaining, the author leaped into a servants point of view, very convenient, but not acceptable today. The number of view points are also limited. More than three or four view points will be frowned upon by the editor, at least, my editor. The hero is allowed along with the heroine, and certainly the villain. A few others may be tolerated.

Here is a small example of such a happening in days gone by:

“Parents do that to you every time,” Gray said. “How is the hand, by the way?”

“It’s as good as new.” The injury was three months old, and long healed, but Philip refrained from pointing this out to his employer.

The information was important to the story line, but it could not be presented in the same matter today. That book was published in 1995. I love the book, the story and all of the characters. I have read it over and over again. Still, it isn’t today. My critique partners would have had a fit if I had written something like that in my latest release: Captured by a Viscount. It was released November 27, 2019. I combed through every word—word for word, more than three times. I’m certain someone will see an error and report it to the world at large. Thick skin is necessary in the writing business.


In Captured by the Viscount, if the heroine doesn’t know something at the time, the reader doesn’t know the information either unless another’s point of view is involved. Example below:

He pawed through the stolen documents and glared at her, his voice lowered, menacing, gruff. “As I suspected, little thief, you stole my investment certificates.” He watched her for a moment, his stillness, and his chilling scrutiny deeply disturbing. “And my cash. Some jewelry as well. Naughty girl.”

We did not jump into his point of view. Isabel witnessed his reaction as he watched her. She viewed his stillness, and his chilling scrutiny. She concluded the deeply disturbing part on her own.

Since Captured by the Viscount is in the present, I am including an excerpt as an example of today’s writing. Naturally it is a historical romance:

In the act of restoring the viscount’s stolen certificates to the top desk drawer, a barely audible sound drew Isabel’s attention. A quiet sigh of the door swinging open alerted her to the threatening man’s presence, a dark shadow filling the threshold. From the corridor, a candle flame in the wall sconce flickered and glinted off the in-laid silver on the stock of the menacing gun, deadly, unwavering. Mesmerized by the pistol pointed directly at her heart, she caught her breath unable to move or even swallow.

Why oh, why had she scooped up the jewelry first? Frantic to recover her jewels, she’d made a thorough search of the office. After locating her mother’s wedding ring and the other pieces, she bundled the precious items into her satchel. Now, disaster—caught with the documents still in her possession.

The drapes billowed on a sharp breeze before settling back to the floor with a barely discernible swoosh. She shivered as her drenched cloak swung against her skirts shifting the layers of her under-petticoats with a chilling heaviness. The damp cloth clung to her ankles while moisture trickled down her forehead into her eyes.

Deeply aware of her peril, she scarce blinked, her gaze captured by the gun, her heart beating at an alarming rate. The longcase clock in the hall chimed once echoing down the empty passageway. Despite the lateness of the hour, the sound of a carriage rumbling over the roadbed in front of the mansion reached inside the room. Even at the outskirts of London, she could still smell the heavily rain-washed streets. The distinct odor of the town drifted into the open window, cleansed yet dominated by the stench of horses, foot traffic, and smoldering coal.

The man holding the pistol, tall, broad-shouldered, his very stillness a threat, stood inside the threshold with the candlelight silhouetting his form. The moon peeked around the clouds casting a pale light into the room merging with the candle’s meager flame.

Thank you for sharing your time with me. I hope this brief look at the past compared to the present was interesting. For information on my current work in progress, visit my website: www.wareezewoodson.com


Wareeze Woodson

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A Decidedly Fishy Tale

Since it’s the holidays and everyone is in a fruitcake coma, I thought I’d share a fun little story I wrote.

SMP Fishy tale


“What fish does an old maid long for?” I groaned. My uncle, Mortimer Fish, had a serious penchant for woeful fish jokes. I just couldn’t humour him anymore.

“What are you carping on about now?” I riposted. He looked hurt, and my resolution wavered.

“I was just trying to add a ray of sunshine into your dull life,” he replied, rolling his bulbous eyes.

“Well, don’t skate around the issue. If you think you can fix my problems, spit it out, don’t bait me.” I glared at him, longing to knock off his top hat and monocle and trample them into the ground. Gloria had just thrown me back into the pond, but it was her “bigger fish” remark that had me green around the gills.

He leaned forward watching me. “You look like a puffer fish – all blown up and covered in prickles, my boy. Need to calm down dontcha know.” He wrestled his worn copy of “Fish Species of Middlesex” out of his pocket. “It says here…”

But that was it. Years of fish jokes swam through my mind as I leapt on him, getting a grasp on his throat like a lamprey eel. His eyes bulged further and further until he reminded me of my dear Aunts guppy fish, Ivan.

I paused.

I had loved Ivan. The sweet little bubbles hat he used to blow, and the way he would swim in and out of his plastic castle for hours.

“What…what fish does an old maid long for?” I stammered.

Mortimer Fish picked himself up, and allowed me to brush him down. Adjusting his monocle, he peered at me in some doubt.  I wasn’t the first to try and gaff the old fool; Aunt Patience had laid him flat with a frozen halibut only last week.

“Ahh my boy, her-ring, of course!” he chuckled, the sound seeming to pop out of him in bubbles.

I sighed. “Dinner tonight, Uncle? I’ve got some nice turbot.”

“Splendid, my boy. Your plaice it is then. I have written a new paper on the eating habits of the bottom dwelling mud skipper, I would value your opinion.” He glanced sideways at me. “Oh, and that dear little gel from the Aquarium said she was keen on reading it too… so if it’s not too much trouble..”

The Aquarium. Gel… no girl… woman. I clutched my head at the memory of red hair and a silly mermaid costume that clung in all the right places as she fed sardines to the seals.

I hope she likes fish jokes.

About Cindy

Cindy Tomamichel is a multi genre author, with her SMP series Druid’s Portal a time travel action adventure romance set in Roman Britain.

Short stories of fantasy, scifi and romance can be found on her website, where she blogs on aspects of world building.

Contact Cindy on

Website: http://www.cindytomamichel.com/

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/CindyTomamichelAuthor/

Twitter: https://twitter.com/CindyTomamichel

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Losing and Finding Love

Losing and Finding Love:


I wasn’t sure where I’d begin or what I’d say on this blog today.  As some of you know, I am a teacher by day, and this semester was especially brutal. I fell behind in just about everything, especially my writing, and felt very sorry for myself.  Anger and bitterness defined me for a time, and then, a tragedy forced me to see how small my problems were in the grand scheme of life.

If you are a college sports fan, you probably know that LSU, my state’s flagship university, excelled in football this year.  We are now in the championship game, and our Saints are in the NFL playoffs.  The whole state is rocking, but a tragedy dampened our celebrations.  Carley McCord, a young sports reporter, died in a plane crash while traveling to the LSU game in Atlanta.  She and four other victims died in the early morning hours before the game.  Carley was the daughter-in-law of Steve Ensminger, an LSU coach. This news was tragic for LSU and the whole New Orleans sports world.  Many local players and coaches knew this young woman and her family.  Her heartbroken husband has expressed regret that he missed his wife’s call before she left for Atlanta.  His voice mail contains only her voice, telling him she loved him.  I’m sure that Steve Ensminger, Jr. will play that message over and over, perhaps never erasing it.

The tragedy made me think of my life and my writing. I’m fortunate to have the love of an amazing and brilliant man who respects me.  We became lovers in our twilight years and celebrate our married love daily.  I have lost at love before and know too many who have before they can say the words they want to express. Carley McCord’s death made me think of the losses I’ve created for my characters.  In Love at War, many of my characters lose those they love in war.  Keith, the gifted sniper, rots in a POW camp while Nuala enters the world of espionage to defeat the enemy.  George loses his wife during Pearl Harbor, but he finds love again with a beautiful but mysterious Japanese woman.  In From Ice Wagon to Club House, Jude Mooney loses his fiery wife Maeve to tuberculosis, the disease that took so many during the Depression, a time of want.  It will take Jude another two novels to find love again.  In The Progeny, his sons also lose the women thy love to violence, but their stories will end in another novel.

The prayers of all Louisiana are with the Ensminger family as they mourn Carley McCord. We all pray that her grieving husband will take comfort in their shared memories and will eventually find peace and love again.







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