Muse for Monday

Mantra of M3

As promised, Mantra is going to reveal a poem from the new book: Mantra’s Midnight.

Flash in the Pan

She looks like a rabbit, twitching her nose like that.  He watched as her lids half closed, and her mouth fell slack. Her breathing slowed.

Saturday Evening Post

It has been a quiet week at The M3 Blog, but that does not mean the week has had nothing worth reporting. Clyde has a question, as you may well expect. It is already dark, so grab a cuppa and snuggle into a rocker. Let’s talk.

Writers Spotlight: Robin Tidwell

Red was plating some toffee granitas while Claret was making a special batch of peppermint hot chocolate. Both of them knew a little secret. Off on the patio, all the men in Tyvek suits were content with a pitcher hot dark-n-sweet, so they would be out of the way when Robin arrived. How did Red […]

Flash in the Pan

She watched the water flow sluggishly beneath the bridge. Slowly, she edged him over the rail. With each inch, she thought about different events between them.