Carlene Love

Mermaids Immortalized in Romance Fiction (And a giveaway to boot!)

7Hello fishy friends!

How’s everyone doing? I hope your 2016 is off to a great start. I’m humbled and honored to say January is wrapping up very nicely with the release of my eighth published novel. Let Me See (Book 2 of the These Three Words series) just came out today. I’m so very happy I get to share this story with you but guess what really has me smiling?

I’ve missed my fishy sisters so much since moving away from their area nearly two years ago. But today I get to be with them again. Sort of.

I hope you’ll enjoy this excerpt from my new release in which the Waterworld Mermaids become immortalized in romance fiction. **Be sure and leave a comment below for a chance to win a free e-copy.** Let’s see if you can spot them…

Copyrighted Excerpt from Let Me See (These Three Words, 2) by…
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Quintessentially Me: Carlene

Mermaid-Carlene-300x225Happy 2016, fishy friends! Welcome to the New Year, the lagoon and to this month’s blog theme: Find something of meaning with history that describes/embodies/personifies you to a tee.

(Thank you, Alethea Mermaid, for the thought-provoking prompt!)

So… Here I’ve been searching my house the past two days for something that fits the bill. It’s not been easy! Simply put, I’m a girl of few possessions.

The things I treasure, I often pack up and stick in my car. Her name is Fancy, my car, because she was the most stripped down model of Honda I could afford but she may as well be a billion dollar spaceship to me and I’d never want her to feel anything less than that. The places we have gone, the things we have seen…

At any given moment, Fancy’s trunk might be carrying around such precious cargo as my telescope whose name is Vera. Vera because in Spanish, it means “he or she will…
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Cannot Write Without: Carlene Love

The question in the lagoon this month: What’s the one thing you cannot write without?

Today’s answer comes from Waterworld Mermaids’ very own, Carlene Love.

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WordsOne thing, says Alethea. One thing. The. One. Thing. You need to write.

I love her. But this was hard. Until I realized I could make a tiny tweak to our theme. Maybe it’s not the “end all, be all” of writing necessities, but I’ll tell you what, I do much better in its comfy embrace. Without the nighttime, my words would be like sad little kids sitting on a bone-dry slip ‘n’ slide with a water hose stuck in the yard across the street guarded by a frothy-mouthed attack monster of your choice.

Man, that’s not a pretty scene. But hopefully this poem is. Thank you for letting me share why I love to write at night…

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Thank you, Andrew.

Beach 2Written for Andrew, a man I didn’t need to meet.

“Still”

I sit and think because I still can

What I am, I still am

He was a good man.

 

Thank you for your service, Andrew McKenna.

Andrew was killed on Friday by a suicide bomber in Kabul, Afghanistan while serving our country. I never met him, but he was deployed with a family member who is still out there, giving her best, and what he did, he did for you and me. My most heartfelt and sincere thoughts are with his family, his fellow troops, and all those he did this for.

Be Here Now, friends. Be Here Now.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Human Giant Angel Mermaid

Hello fishy friends,

Thank you for always being so kind and allowing me to share with you. I hope you enjoy this short ocean tale penned by a very humbled and grateful mermaid.

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“Human Giant Angel Mermaid”

By Carlene Love

There comes a point when I know I’ve been pulled too far away.

It hits me. And the moment it does, I want to cry because I know in that second I am simply not strong enough to stay above the water, although I also know I will live every last drop, trying and fighting.

There are two times when I am thrust above the surface and can see him in the distance. I stop fighting, and try to be still. I want a clear vision of the last person I will ever see on this earth. But when I am still, he is somehow more instinctive…
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