Here's something interesting to do when you are stuck and can't get those words to come while writing.

Try picking a word or a line. Any that comes to you and start writing from there. See what happens. It could lead to a new story or a part of one you are already writing. Granted this is not a new concept and one that is used for beginning writers. But it could be helpful at times when even a seasoned writer is blocked.

Even though poems come fairly easy to me, this does happen with the poetry I write. Sometimes a line will pop into my head. I feel compelled to write it down and before I know it I have written a poem. When it comes to stories I usually don't work this way. But it can be fun and maybe even fruitful. 

The following is a one liner that led to a couple of paragraphs. And it may morph into an actual scene in a story. Still this is fun to do. So I thought I'd share.


First Lines

She chose her words carefully... 

...so as not to offend him. She knew how easily that could happen. Even though she didn’t understand him the way she wanted. She needed things to go well between them.

 “Alex,” she ventured. “Where do you believe you come from?”

He glanced toward her and squinted before tilting his head back.  

“That’s just it. I don’t have any idea.” 

He sighed and stared at the dingy ceiling mulling over the cracks where the paint had chipped. 

“Sometimes,” he said, “I almost see, almost know. But then all of it just disappears like a breath riding on the edge of the wind. No thoughts. No memories. Gone."

Kaye Manro

© copyright Kaye Manro 2017



Things are not always happiness 
and sweetness in Soul-Love land

Today I'm sharing a passage from Remember Him Yesterday, the main Nick and Krista book. This will actually be in part two of RHY. I'm not calling spoiler alert here because so much happens in this part of the story. The following touches into the heart wrenching feeling of separation Nick experiences when he faces the possibility of life without Krista. 

Remember Him Yesterday 

The Search

He'd given up his music to find her. But he couldn’t find her. 

Not anywhere.

Nick took the midnight express from Kenmore Square to Back Bay. He hardly ever rode the T. But tonight he needed to think what he could do next. Sense her. Feel where she'd gone. She'd rode this way to rehearsals those last few days they were together.

He stepped from the train and a chilling wind caught him. He usually didn't feel the cold, being accustomed to riding around on his Yamaha in winter. But tonight he was lost inside a frigid icy depth. 

God, what could he do?  

She was no where. Not at any of the places or haunts they used to go. Not where she once danced. Or even where they had lived. 

Nothing was the same. Nothing at all.

Why couldn’t he find his Krista. Where had she gone? He lamented over and over again. Exhausted his mental capacities trying to reach out to her. Searched everywhere inside their usual telepathic connect and also out on the streets of Boston.

There was no trace of her at the Conservatory where he knew for sure she would be. Or so he thought. According to the director there was no such person enrolled named Krista McBaine. 

How could that be? 

She'd planned her dance career since she was young. And Boston Conservatory was her ballet dream.

He and Krista were so in love, spent all their time together experiencing and strengthening their special bond. Yet there wasn’t even a phone number for her family in Vermont, the place she'd grown up. 

No trace. 

Hell, it was as if she had never existed. Or disappeared from the earth. At least from this earth.

It happened after the strange fiery dream death came upon them. The one that tore them asunder and split them apart... 

Afterwards he thought all he would have to do was reach out with his mind and find her again inside their special connection. Surely that was an easy task for one as skilled as he with psychic abilities.

His experience with the Powers and lack of contact with her led Nick to conclude he and Krista were probably separated by some sort of an odd dimensional rift of some kind.  

Yeah, he knew about things like that from his knowledge of the Quantum. Parallel worlds did exist. He never thought he and Krista would ever have to deal with it. He did have an idea how it happened and it caused an ever increasing anxiety to grow inside his gut. But he couldn’t figure why nor how to bridge the rift to find her. Or even if he could.

The Quantum was an unpredictable energy that he had little experience mastering. Maybe he should have listened to his Grandmother when she tried to show him things...

Why couldn’t Krista feel or sense him even if they were separated? They'd shared a psychic link since childhood and still should be mind touching given their unique connection. 

But it just wasn't happening. He stared at the night sky sensing a reflection of her in the city lights illuminating around him.

...Krista, he whispered, I can’t even touch you with my thoughts anymore. Where are you? Can't you feel me? Do you even know me now? Help me find you…

Nick Zelmenis
Boston, 1967

© copyright Kaye Manro 2017



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Kaye Manro

Back Bay, Boston 1966

“…I’ll send all my lovin’ to you… all my lovin’ I will send to you..”

Krista McBaine woke to the sound of Nick’s strong tenor voice singing along with a Beetle’s song on the radio.

She smiled. “I love you, Nick Zelmenis.” She called to him and pushed the covers off her naked body. Setting up she stretched her long arms overhead. The bedroom in their Brownstone flat was far too cold and the chill in the room made her shiver.

“What’d ya say, baby?” he called back to her from the kitchen where he was preparing their morning espresso.  

 “You know what I said.” He could read her thoughts and every word if he wanted to do it. They had a distinct telepathic connection and she loved every minute of it.

Feeling a cool rush of air from the not very insulated window beside her, she crawled on hands and knees toward the bottom of the bed to fetch her warm winter robe. It was a freezing Valentine's Day. No more than 15 degrees outside and it felt like 45 inside.

Just about then, Nick entered the bedroom carrying two steaming espressos. “Whoa,” he said. In a swift move he sat the cups on the side table and rolled across the bed. Grabbing her by the ankles he pulled her to him.

“Nick,” she giggled, “what are you doing? I’m cold and I want my robe.”

“And I want you,” he said as he brought her closer to his body, wrapping his arms around her from behind. “I’ll get ya warmed up, baby.” He rocked her downward until she lay flat against the mattress with him on top of her.

“Come on Nick,” her words muffled into the blanket. “I can’t be late for ballet rehearsal today. You know how Rudolf Nureyev is about time. He’s working my solo choreography today. I just can’t be late.”

“We’ve got time,” he said, pushing her long amber hair aside and kissing the back of her neck. "Valentine's Day is the day for lovin'."

She could never resist anything about him. She wriggled around and pushed him backward until she had turned over, still underneath him. 

Laying on top of her he scooted onto his elbows and stared at her face, smiling. Got a surprise for you tonight. Something special. He traced the thought across her mind.

Oh yeah? She sent back. Give me a hint, just a little one. She urged. 

"Ah, no. Not this time," he said aloud. "You just gotta wait for it Baby." 

His cute grin got her every time.  Entangling her fingers in his long wavy hair, she pulled him close and kissed him. “ I want you.” She said as her mouth touched his waiting lips.

God I love you Krista. He sent another thought to her.

"Happy Valentine's Day, my Nick." She pushed her body hard against his and then took him deep inside her...


So what does Nick have in store for Krista's Valentine gift? 


© copyright Kaye Manro 2017



Here we are heading straight into the heart of February and so close to the special Love day that all lovers and authors of romance like to celebrate. 

By this time I'd planned to have another Nick and Krista story out as they share their kind of Soul-Love on this special day too.

Since February was the time these two lovers came back together, and it is also Krista's Birthday month, I figured a story about their love would be good. 

But alas that didn't happen. Yet.

So instead I am going to share cool Nick and Krista excerpts that will show the kind of love I like to express with these two Soul-Love characters. 

Stay tuned for some groovy Valentine's Day love stuff from Nick and Krista!


© copyright Kaye Manro 2017



January. Cold. Unpredictable. Transitory. 

Many changes have hit me at breakneck speed as this first month of the year draws to a close. Transition? Yes it is that. But so many unexpected happenings are also on the rise. I've heard that stirring the cauldron of events in your life can bring up many unknown things, pleasant and not. And so it is. 

The month of January has flown by and here it is at the end. Things are taking place in my life, and none of them have to do with writing, at least not yet. Some of the decisions I made turned out not to be the right ones, and at the time I truly thought they were. Other more hidden things inside have come to the surface to cause emotions to rise. And stopping to deal with unknown until now things had to be done. Still situations with others close to me have taken different routes, ones I hope are for the best. 

And so it goes as February gets ready to take center stage. What will this real true month of transition hold?

Plans? once certain things are settled I wish to get on with my writing. I have a few stories to tell and to rewrite and edit. Thought I would already be well on the way with this direction. But life happens and other pressing issues became priority. I say now I shall see where it all takes me. Since the second month of the year is always the true transition month for me...



© copyright Kaye Manro 2017



With the blush of the new year still upon us there are so many things to say and do, plan and be and especially to dream. This is always a time for awakening new thoughts and ideas about what we are and want to accomplish in the year ahead. 

So what are your dreams and plans? We all have them. How will you go about bringing your special dreams into reality this coming year?

For me there are many things that enter my thoughts and dreams right now. And finding a true direction and a way to take my life and go there is one of my pressing goals. It may sound generalized, but in truth there are just so many aspects for me to explore at the present that a view like this is best for me right now.

Still, I do have several special dreams I want to continue pursuing in the coming year. And one of them is, of course writing.

So what is your dream?


© copyright Kaye Manro 2017



Have a great season and be sure to check out my two holiday books 

Almost Home buy link to Kindle


Boston, December 1966

They share a love so profound nothing can separate them…

Musician Nick Zelmenis is in love with ballet dancer Krista McBaine, has been since they were teens. They finally figure out how to share their love and stay together for keeps. But change always happens. When Nick’s band is offered a record deal they wonder if this will tear them apart. On top of that they must separate from each other before the holiday. Then Nick is caught in a raging snowstorm while traveling on his Yamaha trying to make it home. If that isn’t enough, he must tap his suppressed supernatural gifts, unsure of what the outcome may be. Will his psychic abilities help him find a way back to Krista or will they end up alone without each other on Christmas?




A fortnight ago she left him.
 Marcus of Windom stood alone in an empty castle without Lady Liana by his side. The frigid winter brought forth by the Yule Season pressed upon him. He pulled the parchment from whence he carried it and read her chilling parting words once again. ‘I can no longer live as your lady-wife…’ If ever she returned would her sensual warmth be enough to melt the ice she had caused to form around his broken heart?

© copyright Kaye Manro 2016



This is a painting by Albert Moore, circa 1882 called The Dreamers.
It is such a favorite of mine. Just sharing a holiday memory from days past. My two best friends and I loved to say the three ethereal beauties in The Dreamers were the three of us, because we thought they looked like we did then. And rekindling that friendship is what I'm doing this holiday season.

Cat   Alyce   Kaye


Stay tuned for my special Christmas offering to everyone.

Coming tomorrow...




The setting for my latest holiday book is the 1960's. At that time there was no such thing as digital photography. The Kodak Brownie Auto 27 was one of the most popular cameras of the day. Here is a scene with Nick and Krista from my Christmas story, Almost Homeas they play with her new Brownie.


...“Where’d ya get that camera Krista?”

“Present from my parents.” She snapped another picture of him coming toward her.

“Can I see it?”

She handed it to him.

“This is the Brownie Auto 27. Nice little camera. Now it’s my turn.” He focused the lens on her.

She did several turns then stopped, tossed her long hair over her shoulder and winked at him.

“Great one,” he said and snapped several shots. He lowered the camera and stared at her. “God you’re so beautiful.”

“I’m not,” she said. “Now give me that Brownie.”

“Right on, Krista. You’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever known. Big brown eyes and long golden hair. And lest I forget that kissable mouth of yours. Just beggin’ to be ravished.” He came toward her and snapped a close-up.

Near enough for her to grab the camera from him.

“Got it,” she said laughing. He tried to get it back but she slipped by him and ran into the bedroom.

“Ahh, bad idea.” He caught her, pushing her face down onto the bed. The camera trapped beneath her. She shoved her body into his, rolled and did a quick scissor kick over his head. His eyes grew wide.

“Don’t mess with a dancer.” She grinned and snapped another picture of him.

“I’m not done yet.” Nick caught her by the waist, swung her around, wrestling her back onto the bed. He captured her beneath him and lay on top of her, his face not inches from hers and held her still. “Don’t mess with a musician. We’re stronger than we look, girl.”

“You can say that again,” she relaxed under him and put the Brownie aside.

“You win Nick Zelmenis.” She ran her fingers across his smooth face. “I love you,” she told him.

He smiled at her and sent her a thought. I love you more.

Not possible, she sent back to him.

The two shared an uncanny ability to communicate with each other.

They’d learned it at the Metaphysical Village when they were teens. ‘Transferring thought forms’ is what the teacher had called it in the telepathy class where she and Nick first met. Even back then Nick was really good at it.

His lips traced across hers. I wanna make love to you. He whispered across her mind...


For a chance to win a copy of Almost Home or a $5. Amazon eGift Card leave your contact information in the comments.

Have a great Holiday!

Kaye Manro

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© copyright Kaye Manro 2016



AH book link to Kindle

Almost Home Blurb

Boston, December 1966

They share a love so profound nothing can separate them…

Musician Nick Zelmenis is in love with ballet dancer Krista McBaine, has been since they were teens. They finally figure out how to share their love and stay together for keeps. But change always happens. When Nick’s band is offered a record deal they wonder if this will tear them apart. On top of that they must separate from each other before the holiday. Then Nick is caught in a raging snowstorm while traveling on his Yamaha trying to make it home. If that isn’t enough, he must tap his unused supernatural gifts, not sure of what the outcome may be. Will his psychic abilities help him find a way back to Krista or will they end up alone without each other on Christmas?


Check it out! It's cool it's sweet it's sensual sixties psychic retro reminisce. Groovy!

© copyright Kaye Manro 2016



I'm guest blogging at Liza's Multiverses today!
I'll be talking about creating the Soul-Love Series

Link Here




A Nick and Krista excerpt

After Krista had gone to the dance studio Nick got down to serious work on his new song. He had made notation lyrics and guitar work ideas in the notebook he always kept on the table by their bed. 

He retrieved it from the bedroom. And for the next few hours Nick planted himself on the settee in front of the bay window of their Brownstone flat, notes open, guitar on his lap lost in his new song. For Krista.


I saw you there
After so long we were apart
Ready to start
Your dancer girl moves
Rise on your toes
Beautiful dancer girl shows
Turn around and see me 
Loving you 
Needing you
dancer girl
Saw it all as you performed
Your turns so true
Your body in magical motion
Across the floor with devotion
and I already knew
Beautiful dancer girl
I love you
Love you
Spin around and see me
As you glide by me
So full of light and life
You perform your pirouette
I won’t forget…
How I love you
Love you 
dancer girl 
Turn around look at me
My beautiful 
dancer girl
Soaring across the floor so free
I won’t forget…
How I love you
Love you
dancer girl
I'm here you'll see
Turn around and look at me


Coming to Amazon Kindle December 6 2016

© copyright Kaye Manro 2016



I've been known to write descriptive sex in my stories. I’m certainly not opposed to graphic love scenes in SFR {science fiction romance} And I have a SFR series coming soon on the horizon that contains tech as well as hot sex. But that's not to say all books should contain this type of scene, and that includes the Soul-Love Series.

We all know books with lots of sex are everywhere these days. Not just graphic language but heavy sex scenes are easy to find. Authors are told highly erotic books sell better. Hmm maybe.

There are stories that do not lend well to heavy graphic sex scenes. For example, in the Remember Him Yesterday books, it isn't likely because it doesn't fit with the characters nor the essence of these stories. 

On the other hand, descriptive sex does work for other authors, other books. Some of my best friends write mainly erotic romance, being good at both crafting a story and writing sexually graphic scenes.

Lately I've been thinking about why we, as a society, want our entertainment to be so heavily sexually laden. Movies, books, everywhere. Are our lives so boring or void of good times that we seek out this sort of entertainment? Do we need the kink to add excitement to our lives, or maybe it’s just that we like the darker side of… hmm?

According to spiritual/sex/relationship guru, David Deida there is a darker side to our sexual desires. And he's not labeling dark as bad. He does say, however, we should work on our “enlightened selves” if we want to grow and have a stellar life as well as intimate sex with our partner.

Can I write the Soul-Love Series as sensual without having heavy graphic sex and still capture readers’ attention? What if I want to convey something else? Like spiritual love or soul level intimacy? I say yes and sure. Nicholas Sparks does it every day. 

That's not to say Nick and Krista don't have a rollicking good love/sex life. They do. And it is there.

Yet their love scenes land somewhere between highly sensuous and esoteric. Aside from developing the characters and the other elements of this story, deeper levels of emotion and love is what makes Remember Him Yesterday and the other Nick and Krista stories really kick, not over the top sex.

If your characters and/or story doesn't warrant heavy graphic sex, don't throw it in the book just because. Know when to hold or hit. And stay true to your idea. 

See you inside my books.


© copyright Kaye Manro 2016



But on the other hand what about
(continued from previous post)

Let’s not forget that for several years the History Channel has aired the extremely popular show, Ancient Aliens. Investigators circle the globe in search of evidence in their quest to determine whether life on Earth began in outer space and if aliens influenced mankind in ancient times. 

Did extraterrestrial beings visit Earth and share information about technology and influence human religions? And more importantly, if aliens visited the planet before, will they return? Or could they still be secretly among us? Alien theorists believe that the answer to these questions is a resounding yes.

Personally I love a good alien tale. In several of my Science Fiction Romance stories, cultures are advanced enough to travel across the galaxies at FTL. Yet they aren't out to steal a planet’s resources, or overtake any worlds. 

In my SFR series, An Alien Presence, the aliens are on missions of exploration, finding new cultures that are ready for deep space travel, and mentoring them into the FTL space age. They only take a look at the ones that are actually on the cusp of deep space travel.

And so in one of my SFR stories {Forbidden Love} which is out of publication date and no longer available at this time, goes something like this: 

When an alien from an advanced culture ventures upon an Earth-like planet, his scanners tell him he has found a primitive warring culture that will not accept a peaceful alien encounter. His species is from an alliance of planets who believe in letting cultures develop on their own. So he can’t hit the orbital controls quick enough to leave. But something happens and his ship malfunctions so he crashes into the surface.
And so it goes... 

Good fodder for a SFR story, but that is just what this is, a story.

In the Soul-Love Series there are aspects of futuristic technology hidden beneath the surface of the story themes. Though Remember Him Yesterday and the second novel, Barefoot Dancer are more about the love between soulmates.

In the third book of the series, Distant Vision, alien contact is right out front. Alex, a soulful space pilot goes on a long reaching mission to find the woman he has loved from afar, and with whom he is in telepathic contact. Against the judgment and advice of the Council of Planets, he is determined to find the woman of his fitful dreams.

Read more about Alex and Ramie's story by Linking to the premise posts on this blog:  Here and Here  

The idea of alien contact is fascinating for sure. Least that's how I feel and why I enjoy writing these types of stories. 

Stay tuned for more on the Soul-Love Series, updated often.

Kaye Manro

© copyright Kaye Manro 2016