Temperature Rising 
is now available in paperback.

Fevered visions spiral architect Laken Adams into violent murder scenes that have her and the police questioning her sanity and innocence.  Can Detective Mac MacDaniels have enough faith to save her and their love? 

Kare For Me 
I now available in paperback.

All Kaira Baker wants is a new life for her and her son.  What she gets is a vandalizing old lady, death threats, and an infuriating sheriff who is the father of her son’s new best friend.

How's everyone doing with the 250 club? 
Life has been so busy for me lately I'm having to resort to it myself to get any writing done. 

Our topic today is on writing scenes. We are an instant gratification society. TV shows wrapped it all up in 30 to 60 minutes-less with commercials. Gone are the long drawn out setting up of scenes. 

I like what I heard and wish I remembered who said it to give them credit, unfortunately I don't, but I'm going to pass it on.

In late - Out early.

This means obviously to drop us in a scene where it is going to catch us, hook us. Fill in what we need as we go without an info dump. Then when the scene is done, don't hang around a babble just to lengthen out the scene but get out and move on.

Think about it and watch in your writing. I'm not saying cut all extra just watch what you do and the reason you are doing it.

Good writing. Alysia S. Knight - Heroes for all times.

Blind Witness 
is now available on Amazon.

Sometimes the greatest challenges bring the greatest rewards.  Rachelle Harris might be blind, but it’s not going to keep her from helping her boss, Britton Clairbourne, stop a madman bent on destroying his company and killing him.  Rachelle becomes the madman’s focus when she and Britt fall in love.  It takes them both working together to survive.
Alysia S. Knight - Heroes for all times

My Lady was the first book I wrote. It is a young adult sweet fantasy romance. I still really love it and want to share it with you. Every month you will get a new section of it. I hope you will enjoy it. If you do let your friends know and I would love to hear from you too.
Alysia S. Knight  


 Section One

The Road of Deception

Her father would be furious if he knew she was traveling alone. Aliea took a deep breath of the spring air and stroked her hand down the palomino’s golden coat. A smile crested her lips. She preferred riding alone, just as she preferred wearing boy’s breeches. Now, traveling outside her homeland, they made the perfect disguise. With her hair pulled back and hood tied around her head, no one could tell she was a woman, and who would bother a simple boy? 

Surely she could look after herself for the remaining two days to reach Kallone. She needed a last taste freedom. Once at the palace, she would be trapped in formality as she took her place among the other young ladies of the court. Aliea frowned. She really didn’t want to go. She’d rather stayed with her father. He needed her just as he needed every man on patrol against the raiders in the western mountain region.

A low mournful bellow of an animal broke the stillness as Aliea reached the hill’s crest. Below, she saw a cow sinking in a bog. The farmer had a rope round its neck, pulling with no avail. With each frantic movement, the animal slipped deeper into the mud.

Kicking her horse to a run, she raced down the slope, sliding off as she reached the farmer. Aliea grabbed the rope, and quickly tied it to her saddle. “Back, Maree, pull,” she urged her horse, knowing the farmer’s livelihood was at risk. Gripping the rope, she pulled with all her might. The new efforts brought the cow forward a little, but the grime would not give up its prize. Aliea’s muscles screamed for relief as she pulled with the exhausted farmer.

“Pull,” she groaned out. They couldn’t give up, but it was beginning to feel hopeless as the cow started to sink back in, then out of nowhere another rope sailed over the cow’s head.

“Back, Jester, back.” A strong male voice sounded behind her. Two hands gripped the rope as a man moved in front of her.

“Quick, get some branches and twigs. Throw them under the cow’s hooves,” the new arrival ordered over his shoulder.

Aliea let go of the rope and did as ordered then took back her place on the rope. She could hear the puffing of the farmer and the stranger’s strained voice calling, “Back Jester, back, pull.” Gradually, the cow moved forward. It struggled to get its footing then moved free of the bog. The farmer ran forward throwing his arms about the beast and hugged it as if it was a rescued child, then he turned to his helpers.

“How can I ever thank you?” the farmer gasped between mouthfuls of air. He gripped Aliea’s hand between his large callused ones. “Thank you. Thank you.” Tears streamed down the tanned, weather-wrinkled face. He looked to the man, repeating the process of gripping his hand but bowed to them as he shook. “I am in your debt.”

The man placed his hand firmly on the farmer’s hands. “I’m just happy I was able to help.” His voice was strong, smooth.

“Thank you,” cracked the farmer’s voice again.

“It was my pleasure,” Aliea spoke, keeping her voice low.

“Please come to my home. Let my wife feed you. You’re welcome to stay as long as you’d like,” the farmer invited, grasping the other man’s hand again.

“That is very kind of you, but I must be on my way,” the man declined politely. “Tell me, how is it that the cow managed to get stuck.”

“I was taking it home when some riders broke through the trees and raced passed. The cow was startled and bolted across the meadow into the bog. I would’ve never gotten it out by myself. Please, is there not some way to repay you?”

“No payment is necessary,” Aliea said sincerely. “I, too, must be leaving.”

“Which way are you headed?” the man beside her asked.

Turning, Aliea looked at him from under her hood, taking her time to study the man. He was young, probably only a couple years older than her eighteen years. He was handsome, tall, a full head taller than her. His body was muscular, lean, toned. He had wavy, light-brown hair and soft gray-blue eyes. A slight smile crowned his features that made her breath catch. She didn’t know what it was, but there was something about him that made her like him immediately.

“Southeast, toward Kallone,” she answered, again conscious of keeping her voice low.

“I’m headed to Kallone myself. I’d enjoy some company, if you’d like. My name is Jon.” He extended his hand.

Aliea hesitated for a moment, debating. It would be better traveling with someone. But it wasn’t really proper traveling alone, unchaperoned with a man. Had he guessed she was a woman? She didn’t know anything about him. Inside, she wanted to trust him, felt he could be trusted, and again, it would be safer traveling with someone rather than alone.

“Yes,” she answered. Slowly extending her hand, hoping he wouldn’t notice how small it was and that it was obviously not a farm boy’s. She would hide that she was a woman. “My name is Lee.”

“Well, Lee, let’s get riding. Goodbye.” Jon extended his hand back to the farmer.

“Goodbye. Thank you, thank you.” The farmer’s gratitude came through once more.

“You’re welcome, farewell.” Aliea turned and followed Jon in mounting their horses, waiting as he wound up his rope. With a final wave, they were off.

Aliea stayed about half a length behind Jon, saying nothing. After a few minutes, he broke the silence. “Where are you from, Lee?”

“Taklaun.” She decided it was best to keep her answer short.

“Taklaun, that’s a long way up north. Do your parents know where you are?”

“I’m on business for my father.” It was close enough to the truth.

“Aren’t you a little young?”

She smiled to herself, relieved. Obviously, he believed she was a young boy. “I’m old enough.” She decided to change the subject, turning it toward him. “Where are you from?”

“Kallone. I’ve also been on business for my father and am on my way home now.”

“What kind of business?”

“He is over a wide range of projects and holdings.” His answer was as vague as hers. “Aren’t you hot in that hood and cloak?”

It was getting close to midday, and she was indeed hot but was still unwilling to reveal her identity. “No, I’m quite comfortable.”

Jon shrugged. She wondered what he was thinking as they rode on in silence.

Several minutes passed before Jon asked her another series of questions. It started a routine. They’d talk for a few minutes then fall back into silence.

Suddenly, Jester, Jon’s horse, whinnied and began to prance skittishly to the side. Jon straightened. His hand dropped to the sword fastened at his side as he surveyed the area.

“What is it?” Aliea followed his action, looking around.

“I don’t know. Something is spooking Jester, and he’s seldom wrong. Let’s get out of here, fast.” Before he could urge his horse forward, two figures dropped from a tree, knocking him from his horse. Jon rolled to his feet coming up with his sword in hand facing his attackers.

Maree reared up as another form dropped to the ground beside her. One huge hand grabbed the reins as the other burly arm wrapped around her waist, dragging her from her frightened horse, squeezing the air from her body.

In front of her, Aliea could see Jon had already brought one man down. The other was losing ground fast. With another swing, Jon took his opponent off balance. Jon came in, shifting at the last moment, his sword found its mark once again. In the same motion, he arched the sword around and sliced it down across the arms of Aliea’s captor. Aliea dropped to the ground gulping in air. Jon twisted his sword around to finish off the attacker.

Another man appeared from between the trees, with a sword in hand. Jon turned to face him. They moved in a circle testing each other’s movements. This man showed more skill than the others. Jon blocked and swung his sword around in a crescent motion, cutting across the man’s sword arm. The man howled in pain and staggered back a few steps. Switching the sword to his good arm, he came forward again. Jon’s back passed by a large tree trunk. As he did, Aliea saw a man reach out from behind with a club raised over Jon’s head.

Watch next month for another portion of My Lady.

Alysia S. Knight - Heroes for all times.

Excited to share the cover and let everyone know Blind Witness will be available July 15th.

The first I wanted to give you is one of my top favorites. I have used it in to of my book. Letting Love Win, my first book out, so fitting my first recipe and Past to Die For. I hope all enjoy.

Alysia's Ultimate Chocolate Chip Cookies

1 cup brown sugar
1 cup sugar
1 cup shortening
2 eggs
1 teaspoon vanilla
1/2 teaspoon salt
1 teaspoon baking soda
2  1/4 cup flour
2 cups oatmeal
1 large chocolate bar, chopped up into chip sized pieces. 

(I prefer a Milk Chocolate Symphony Bars. You will appreciate the difference it makes.)

Cream sugars and shortening then add eggs and vanilla. Blend well. Combine flour, salt, and baking soda together and stir into sugar mixture. Then add oatmeal, and chocolate. Refrigerate several hours or overnight. Drop spoon sized on ungreased cookie sheet. Bake at 400 degrees for 6 – 8 minutes.

I'm excited to announce the release of my newest book released July 1st by Astraea Press.

All Kaira Baker wants is a new life for her and her son.  What she gets is a vandalizing old lady, death threats, and an infuriating sheriff who is the father of her son’s new best friend.

I was helping someone the other day with the beginning of their book and this came up. Don’t give a lot of back story at one time; especially at the beginning of your book. You need to know the back story but we (the reader) don’t always have to. You have to hook your readers and if it takes three pages to get to the hook because of all the back story and setting you put in, odds are, they won’t get there.

Also remember each chapter should have a hook. Leave your reads hanging at the end of the chapter to have them turning that next page instead of putting it down.

Something I heard and really like is - in late, out early. This is ‘in’ the scene without giving a bunch of information. Take us right into the action. Then when the scene is done get out of it. You don’t have to give a large amount of wrap up.

Again I will stress- In late, out early.

I wish I could give credit where credits due, unfortunately I can’t but great advise.

Good writing. I hope you are getting your
250 club.


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