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Thursday, October 11, 2007

Having fun yet?

That's what releases are all about, in the world of publishing. Readers having a blast with a new story--everyone wants that. I'm working through three--no, four--new stories in various stages of production right now, and watching everyone have a blast with Because of a Boy is a wonderful incentive to make something special of all the new characters and rocking story plots.

Why all the nature photos? Well, I love nature, and these pictures say thank you to me. I'm a wacky, creative nut...what are you gonna do??? Enjoy, and know this is what I feel like when I think of my online friends reading my work. Like the dawn and setting of a perfect day ;o)

Whatever your daily job, find your inspiration to make every new day the best, freshest work you've ever done. Love what you do and how it touches the people you do it for. That's the reality of why I write, I'm realizing. Knowing these stories touch you guys. You're the best, and you give back far more than you realize.

Okay--'nough of the touchy-feely stuff, right ;o) One more excerpt below, then you' ve got to go buy your own copy of the book. I'll pull specific scenes next week for the release party, but at least you'll have the last of the story "setup."

But before I go, thanks for coming out to chat, everyone who joined me at NovelTalk last night. Don't forget next week's blog release party and the LifetimeTV.com Romance B(u)y The Book guest blog on the 19th. I'm shipping the last of last month's blog prizes out today, and the NovelTalk winners will get their goodies as soon as I have their pony express details.

Oh, and I'm ePublished. Who knew! Check out these links:

Not sure if anyone's buying my "E" content, but it's cool to have it available... It's all cool today. My "thank you" day ;o)

Enjoy some more of BOAB:

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"No word yet from the hospital?" Neal Cain asked from the doorway of Stephen's office.

The man's dangerous edge wasn't softened by the well-cut suits and crisply-ironed shirts he always wore to the office. Stephen's boss, the founder of the meekly-named Atlanta Legal Aid Center had done five years of hard time--entering the adult penal system as a seventeen-year-old--for a manslaughter conviction he copped to, because he'd felt responsible for his best friend's accidental death.

His choice had robbed Neal of the last of his childhood, and eight years with the people he'd left behind in the small southern town he'd grown up in. But the traumatic experience had sparked his passion for protecting vulnerable defendants from an often too-rigid legal system that had neither the time nor the resources to make sure everyone received the highest quality defense possible. Neal's mission since his early parole had been making sure the innocents he defended were safe from the horrors he'd survived.

As soon as Stephen had briefed him on the Digarro situation, Neal had asked to meet the distraught father, then green-lighted the case. Whatever time Stephen needed to spend on it. Nothing beat Neal's instincts with people, and his gut had told him the same thing as Stephen's--Digarro was hiding something, but he wasn't responsible for Dillon's injuries.

"Nothing official yet from the hospital." Stephen pushed back from the desk. He rubbed the back of his neck, massaging the knots that refused to completely untie themselves at the end of each day. "I got in to see the kid for a few minutes. He's pretty banged up. I can understand the hospital's concern."

"You starting to doubt the father?" Neal gave up his relaxed pose lounging against the door jamb, and stepped into the shadows of Stephen's office. It was hours past sunset. Only a desk lamp held back the darkness as Stephen replayed every fact he knew about the case, what he'd seen with his own eyes, and Kate Rhodes' certainty that Manny Digarro was a threat to his own child.

"No," he finally said. "No way is Manny responsible for his son's medical condition."

"But you don't believe his whole story." Neal sat. He was wicked smart and ruthless, responsible for the bulk of their behind the scenes work, since convicted felons technically couldn't practice law. He was a silent weapon, writing briefs and negotiating deals long before cases got to trial. Still, he read people better and faster than anyone Stephen had ever met, and he hadn't been wrong about a client yet.

"Digarro never touched his son." Stephen was sure of it. "But that green card he showed us..."

"Yeah," Neal agreed, "it's a forgery."

And now the Digarro kid was in the system, and the police were focused on the father, while the hospital ran their tests.

"How long do you think we've got?" Stephen asked.

"Before INS comes looking to join the discussion?"

"Before Digarro disappears from Atlanta for good." There had been a lot of fear in the man the last time Stephen had spoken with him.

Illegal or not, Manny Digarro was fighting to make a new start in this country for his son. Stephen would welcome the chance to help make it a legal one. There were ways to hold off the INS, until the right visas could be obtained. Loopholes to wrangle, giving the Digarros time to apply for legitimate immigration status, and then citizenship.

But deportation was the likeliest outcome, if INS got involved before Stephen was ready to negotiate. Dillon couldn't travel in his condition, but his abusive father might find himself on the next bus back over the border, then turned over to Colombian authorities to deal with. Manny had to know the danger he was in. He was nowhere to be found, at least not at the last shelter he and his son had stayed at. Digarro had disappeared as soon as he'd given Stephen that gift to take to Dillon--along with a father's promise that he would be back for his son, no matter how long they were separated.

"Manny's next move depends on what we hear from the hospital," Stephen reasoned. "If we're lucky, he'll wait long enough to be cleared of the abuse charges. But we won't have the test results for several days. At least that's what the nurses answering the phone on the pediatric floor are saying."

A rotating shift of nurses that so far hadn't included the willful, heart-wrenchingly protective Kate Rhodes.

"And if he's not cleared of the charges?" For Neal, cold, hard reality was the only way to do business. "If immigrations status is an issue, the Digarros are headed for a courtroom either way. You'll work your magic, we'll take our chances, but this one may not be winnable."

Stephen was Neal's top litigator--a pedigreed, trust-fund baby no one had seen coming. Underestimating him rarely happened anymore. He was too determined to help the under-privileged with the same passion as his boss. When he lost, he lost innocent lives to an unforgiving system, and he wasn't losing Dillon Digarro's father.

"We'll make it work," he said. "We've still got some time. If we don't hear anything by morning, I'll--"

"How many other cases do you have pending?" Neal asked.

He knew how many, of course. He knew what was written on every scrap of paper that circulated the office.

"No more than usual." Stephen shrugged.

"So, you're backed up two weeks out?"

The center's everyday caseload would have left the average lawyer drowning beneath mounds of briefs and pending motions, not to mention court appearances that ate entire days at a time.

"I'll handle it." Stephen always did.

"I know. You eat, sleep and breathe this job, the same as I used to," Neal conceded. He still beat even Stephen into the office most mornings, and was slaving away most evenings after Stephen headed home. "But if you're going to hunker down with the Digarro's, consider handing some of the everyday details over to the rest of the team. Let Kelly do your research. Give the junior associates a crack at some of your open cases."

"Yeah, sure," Stephen agreed as Neal stood and headed toward the deserted outer office.

Except Stephen didn't do teams, and they both knew it. Just like he never got sucked too far into a case or let relationships with clients get personal. He stayed in control. He got the job done as quickly and efficiently as possible, and then he moved on.

So why couldn't he get the Digarro's off his mind? And why had confronting one feisty nurse thrown him so badly that morning?

Kate Rhodes' mixture of strength and vulnerability had been a surprise. Her genuine concern for her young patient had been too genuine for an impartial medical professional. That was her tell. Stephen's way to convince her to fork over Dillon's test results before the hospital got around to doing it, so he could handle things for Manny and move on.

Except the idea of playing the woman to get what he needed for his client, the way he'd played countless contacts in the past, was suddenly the last thing he could do.

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18 Comments:

  • At 10:50 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Wow. Love the nature shots--love nature myself. Great reveiws for Because of a Boy---and I'm not surprised. You work hard to create well-fleshed out stories with unforgettable characters(which is why they get to come back and have their own stories!). Can't wait for my copy!

     
  • At 1:23 PM, Blogger Lil said…

    What a neat post Anna. The excerpts have certainly touched me and I look forward to reading the book in its entirety.

     
  • At 1:51 PM, Blogger Unknown said…

    Very pretty pictures.I enjoyed the excerpt also

     
  • At 2:57 PM, Blogger Patricia K said…

    I love the photos

     
  • At 2:58 PM, Blogger Patricia K said…

    You do great work with both the camera and your writing

     
  • At 4:38 PM, Blogger Jennifer Y. said…

    Aww...what a sweet post!

     
  • At 7:57 PM, Blogger catslady said…

    I always so enjoy your blog - the excerpts and pics are added bonuses.

     
  • At 10:54 PM, Blogger Unknown said…

    Great photos....I love this time of year. Can you believe the holidays are just around the corner.

    I like what you have done with this book. I wonder if in the future the whole continent will be united and everyone free to live and work where they please. I can't condemn anyone who wants a better, happier life for their children. That's what I want for my grandchildren, and their children.

     
  • At 11:06 PM, Blogger AliceAnderson said…

    Aren't ebooks grand? I can go get a book right now and don't even have to get out of my chair. Just me and my bunny slippers... and a good book.

     
  • At 11:28 PM, Blogger Fannie said…

    I like the pictures very much. From the excerpt, you have another winner. Can't wait to read it. Have a great day and hugs to all.

     
  • At 6:25 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Great pictures! I haven't seen the book out yet, but can't wait for it.

     
  • At 9:45 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    What awesome pictures, Anna! Sorry I'm not around much but with school in session and work, I don't have much free time. I loved the excerpt, give me more!!

    Jack M

     
  • At 3:45 PM, Blogger Angie-la said…

    Hi Anna!
    Looking forward to the release. I love it when you post excerpts.
    I don't know why, but something abiut that title just kinda grabs me!

     
  • At 10:59 PM, Blogger Dena said…

    Those are beautiful pictures Anna,I love nature too and it shows what a wonderful world we live in.Thanks for more about your new book,it sounds so good.

     
  • At 1:05 AM, Blogger robynl said…

    Love the nature scenes; absolutely stunning. You can get some great inspiration from these pics if one is so inclined to. Thanks.

     
  • At 7:33 AM, Blogger Kathleen said…

    Those pictures are gorgeous! Thanks for the excerpt!

     
  • At 3:57 AM, Blogger Mahaira said…

    Anna, your book title is catchy enough. You don't need to post these killer excerpts to rope people in.

    You gave me some wonderful inspiration this morning. Hope your muse remains forever happy and singing.

     
  • At 9:08 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Love the pictures!

     

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