tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12344081491812405672024-02-07T17:50:35.127-08:00A Sense of RomanceWith a look, a touch, a smile and more.Ursula Sinclairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00815709239535570415noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1234408149181240567.post-80843282367609198102010-11-16T15:54:00.000-08:002010-11-16T15:54:55.543-08:00Daily Dose of Decadence: 10Q Tuesday with Ursula Sinclair<a href="http://decadentpublishing.blogspot.com/2010/11/10q-tuesday-with-ursula-sinclair.html">Daily Dose of Decadence: 10Q Tuesday with Ursula Sinclair</a>Ursula Sinclairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00815709239535570415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1234408149181240567.post-87895821513090558792010-10-03T12:15:00.001-07:002010-10-03T12:15:34.744-07:004 Stars for WHITE WEDDINGRead Dark Divas Review for White Wedding.<br />
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<a href="http://www.darkdivasreviews.com/?p=2091">HERE</a>Ursula Sinclairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00815709239535570415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1234408149181240567.post-763631839991259732010-09-06T12:39:00.000-07:002010-09-06T12:40:06.484-07:00Amazon Rank<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS-VxOeL9UPj-fL0c1lWmbnT2lg1gqRc_rUePEfz1df6CgubKO2KDSCaOxujEFIIuWudDufZovuMgAtKthr1mGhY8Ejt-SfL3t-EgYXiyE1FIgGByb1ntT9eA3AW1vit8otPcqP1I-hE8/s1600/WW_SM.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS-VxOeL9UPj-fL0c1lWmbnT2lg1gqRc_rUePEfz1df6CgubKO2KDSCaOxujEFIIuWudDufZovuMgAtKthr1mGhY8Ejt-SfL3t-EgYXiyE1FIgGByb1ntT9eA3AW1vit8otPcqP1I-hE8/s200/WW_SM.jpg" width="133" /></a></div> Not sure what it means but WHITE WEDDING is ranked 1772 on Amazon, #18 in fiction and 15 in erotica. At least for today. How cool is that!<br />
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;">Ursula</span></i>Ursula Sinclairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00815709239535570415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1234408149181240567.post-13993102284009185562010-07-10T14:49:00.000-07:002010-07-10T14:52:08.985-07:00Check out my cover for White Wedding!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQYZo5nPeHy8vkjfYHxj47clwkuPXFw20Vk1jO-fFmT-1uxSL73UJJASH6fXngBJBAHdfdlL6WDPYCk7AgouWU86k2m1gNnQISJ-aKxcoJImju5O78cXNizmOwXf4fDJUXF0jSmKwIp1U/s1600/WW+cover.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQYZo5nPeHy8vkjfYHxj47clwkuPXFw20Vk1jO-fFmT-1uxSL73UJJASH6fXngBJBAHdfdlL6WDPYCk7AgouWU86k2m1gNnQISJ-aKxcoJImju5O78cXNizmOwXf4fDJUXF0jSmKwIp1U/s320/WW+cover.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Cool huh!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i>So much to do so little time.</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i>LaVerne Thompson</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i>writing as Ursula Sinclair</i></div>Ursula Sinclairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00815709239535570415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1234408149181240567.post-67463024910414863672010-06-29T16:27:00.001-07:002010-07-10T14:51:12.266-07:00It's Official!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">I've just signed a contract with Decadent Publishing for my erotic interracial romance WHITE WEDDING. I'm so excited!</span><br />
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Urse</span></i>Ursula Sinclairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00815709239535570415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1234408149181240567.post-54736585574576207312009-10-27T09:10:00.000-07:002010-07-31T15:15:48.924-07:00White Wedding<link href="file:///C:%5CUsers%5CLAVERN%7E1%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml" rel="File-List"></link><link href="file:///C:%5CUsers%5CLAVERN%7E1%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_themedata.thmx" rel="themeData"></link><link href="file:///C:%5CUsers%5CLAVERN%7E1%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_colorschememapping.xml" rel="colorSchemeMapping"></link><style>
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<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; line-height: 32px;">WHITE WEDDING</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; line-height: 32px;">Ursula Sinclair</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; line-height: 32px;">available from <a href="http://www.decadentpublishing.com/product_info.php?products_id=138&osCsid=dtlobmfbc54a0ul0c8ll2jt7v3">Decadent Publishing</a></span></span><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"> The day had gotten away from him. After checking his watch, Ross Marshall decided to walk back to his office anyway. It was only a few blocks; besides, a little fresh air -- at least, as fresh as it could get in Los Angeles -- never hurt anyone. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;">His meeting that evening had been successful, and he’d agreed to take the job. There would have been a time his security firm, The Guardian Agency, would have taken any job that walked through the door. Not anymore -- now he could afford to pick and choose. He employed fifteen men he hired out as bodyguards to Hollywood’s elite, and another five whose specialty was commercial security. It was his area of expertise, but he wouldn’t be able to start the new job for another week. He had to follow up on some previous work. One requiring him to travel to a sunny, less smog-filled location, and the building he had to evaluate happened to overlook the Caribbean Sea. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;">Yeah, at times his life was hard. He grinned.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"> As he neared the church on the corner, his footsteps slowed. A white Hummer limousine was parked at the curb in front of the church. Curious, he slowed down even more as he approached the car. He wasn’t alone. A handful of people had stopped on the sidewalk to watch the partially open door of the church.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"> “I think it’s a wedding?” he heard the woman in front of him say. She might have been correct because right beside him, the words ‘JUST MARRIED’ were spray-painted across the back window of the limousine. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;">“No one famous,” someone else said. “I don’t see any paparazzi.” <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"> A man chuckled. “Probably hiding behind a bush.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"> Ross grinned at the man, but a sound from the doorway had him swinging his head back in that direction. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;">“Oh, I hope we get to see the bride,” another woman said.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"> “Wait, I think that’s her.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"> The door opened wider, and a woman in a wedding dress ran out of the church. The lights flanking the walkway illuminated the garment, causing it to sparkle against her warm brown skin; a trail of white floated like a cloud behind her over the stone steps. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;">His lungs stopped working for a second at the picture she created. It took another second for his brain to register what he had seen. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;">She ran out of the church alone. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;">“Wait!” The shout came from a woman in a long emerald dress clutching a small suitcase in her hands. She made her way quickly down the steps. The would-be bride had reached the sidewalk, but stopped and turned to wait for the woman to catch up to her. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;">Ross heard her say, “Here, you’ll need this.” Then she shoved the suitcase and a purse toward the bride. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;">“I…I’ll call you in a few days.” Her voice was soft, shaky. They hugged; the bride’s back was to him, but he could see tears in the other woman’s eyes. Whatever had happened, he was sure no wedding had taken place. He felt something stir in his chest for the woman in white. She turned around and, for an instant, their gazes collided. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;">Her lush mouth trembled in an oval face. Large, dark eyes were red from crying, but her makeup remained intact. She was close enough he could reach out and rub the tear tracks from her face. His hand rose to do just that, but instead of touching her he turned his arm and opened the rear door of the limo.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"> “Thank you,” she whispered, still watching him.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"> “You’re welcome.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"> She glanced away before climbing in, pulling her dress and train up and out of the way. He shut the door and stepped back. A woman near him on the sidewalk said to no one in particular, “I wonder what happened to the groom?” <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;">To his surprise, an angry voice behind them answered. “The bastard was kissing the best man in the damn dressing room.” <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;">He turned toward the voice. It was the woman who had come out of the church bringing the suitcase, and who closely resembled the would-be bride. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;">She snorted before continuing. “Thank God, before the ceremony.” After making that announcement, she turned and ran back up the stairs. By then, other people drifted out of the church.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"> “Show's over,” Ross said, and continued on his way back to the office to retrieve his car. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;">But even after he’d arrived home and packed his bags for his early-morning flight, he wasn’t concentrating on work. Instead, he couldn’t get the image of the sad, soulful eyes of the beautiful almost-bride out of his head.<o:p></o:p></span></div></span></div>Ursula Sinclairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00815709239535570415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1234408149181240567.post-15550897942406622462009-10-23T12:57:00.000-07:002010-06-29T16:24:29.548-07:00In The Beginning<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">It's funny the things you can talk yourself into doing. So I'm never gonna say not gonna do this or that anymore. Rather I'll say it's unlikely, cause there are somethings I still am unlikely to write about.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">When I first began my writing journey I wanted to write romance, love stories really about two people who met fall in love, argue separate because of outside forces and come back together again. I still write about that but now I'm adding additional elements to my stories. The other thing I wanted to do was add fantasy/paranormal elements to my writings, as Ursula that has yet to happen.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">This is something new for me so join me on this new venture unto a path I didn't think I would take. But come walk with me on the wilder side.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i style="color: purple;">Urse</i></span>Ursula Sinclairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00815709239535570415noreply@blogger.com0