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You may have noticed a theme around here of late: charity.  More specifically, charity relief novellas and two in particular–Elaina Lee’s TO URN HER LOVE and my story, HAWTHORNE.  We’ve received a great deal of praise and feedback from readers for donating our work to charity and I believe it’s safe to speak for us both when I say we love hearing what you think.  That said, we thought you might like a chance to see how we–the authors–view writing a piece for charity.  Here’s Elaina’s take on it, and when you get to the end there’s a nifty link to Elaina’s blog so you read what I had to say on the topic.

Writing a Charity Piece –

Is it different? It was a little different because there were no restrictions on word count other than it had to be 10k or more.  Well, I’m long winded, so I wasn’t worried I wouldn’t have enough words.  But each word I typed wasn’t for me, it was to help other people, to hopefully make a difference, even though it would be anonymously to whoever benefits.  This drove me to actually stick to a deadline and get the story finished.

Why do it?  To help people who really need help.  I can’t afford to donate any amount that would make a difference.  But if I can write a story, and hopefully sell ten or more copies, then together, with the help of those who are generous and want to read my work, we can make a difference together.  Every little bit helps, and this way, readers are not only donating to a good cause, but getting something from it too.  I really liked this idea and wanted to donate my work.

Would you do it again? Oh my gosh, absolutely!  That is… if I could think of another short story plot line… *grin*  I really had fun with this story, and I hope it’s just as fun to read.  I’m really thankful to the owner of Astraea Press, Stephanie Taylor, for doing such an awesome program and allowing authors to contribute in their own unique way. — Elaina Lee

Sarah again. Yes, definite props are due to Stephanie and the Astraea charity titles.  There are many fabulous authors over there with titles benefiting disaster relief, so please check them out!  In the meantime, check out this excerpt from TO URN HER LOVE, which benefits Alabama tornado victims, and then head to Elaina’s blog to read my post on writing for charity.  Hope to see you there!

TO URN HER LOVE – excerpt

In silence, they walked the corridor flanking the stairs to the second story. Kyle stayed behind, digging through the plate of refreshments. They passed two doors and Caylie began to wonder just how large his home was. She dared not look around too much, afraid she’d grow jealous and feel even more insignificant than she already did. There were no disillusions in her life, she knew she was poor. Never before though had she felt impoverished. Until now. However, she did keep a roof over hers and Kyle’s head and they never went without a meal. Those were at least things she could be proud of. He opened a door to the left and motioned inside.

ʺOn the desk. May I ask first though, who you’re calling?”

With a sheepish smile, she held up the card. ʺA cab, I…accidently locked my keys in my car this afternoon.”

He stepped inside and closed the door. ʺI can give you a ride home.”

Shaking her head, she took the card between both her hands and stared down at it. Anything not to look at him and his way too handsome face and the body that proved he did hard labor. A few strands of gray stood out in his dark brown hair, slight lines appeared when he smiled, but other than that, the man was still dangerously good-looking. Only now he had a few years that took away that fresh-from-school look and a filled out frame that came with manhood. Alone in a room with him was so not where she wanted to be.

ʺI couldn’t possibly ask for anything more from you. We have done more than enough.”

ʺNo,” he said softly and the light, musky scent of his cologne filled her nose as he moved closer. ʺYour brother has done enough. You did nothing but return what was stolen, hours after it happened, I might add. You did me a huge favor, especially since my mother happened to show up to get a good look at the urn.”

ʺSomething you wouldn’t have even had to worry about if my brother hadn’t taken it in the first place.” She shook her head and put some distance between them, moving towards the phone.

ʺI’m sorry, I can’t accept anything else from you. Agreeing not to press charges and then giving my brother an opportunity to do some good…it’s more than enough, more than I could thank you for.”

Before she could reach the phone, his hand wrapped around her upper arm. His touch sent waves of longing through her body. Not wanting to feel anything stronger, she brushed his hand away, thankful he released her without hesitation. His eyes darkened with anger and something she couldn’t place and wasn’t sure if she wanted to.