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2023-03-31
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2023-03-21
Romance Writers Weekly ~ Dogs or Cats? ~ #LoveChatWrite
This week, on the Romance Writers Weekly blog hop, we're asked the question: "Dogs or cats? Or other choices. Or no pets? Pictures please. And how does that help your writing?"
I think the answer to the first part of this question should simply be, "Yes!"
I love animals. Pretty much all of them. I think by inclination I'm a cat person, but it's been a while since I've had a cat that actually belonged to me. The cats in the picture below were some of the "community cats" (what used to be called feral) that used to hang out on our deck when we lived in Vallejo. It was just like having cats, except you couldn't ever pet them.
For the last twelve or so years my heart's been held by these cuties. And, luckily for me, they're ALL ABOUT the petting.
And how can you not love those faces?
I don't know that they actually do help with my writing. Actually, they're all pretty distracting. Although, I suppose, since I recently finished a story featuring a shifter that was half cougar, half wolf, I might have drawn from experience with dogs and cats?
Not that it matters. I can't imagine a life without pets. To quote Chief Seattle, "If all the beasts were gone, men would die from a great loneliness of spirit."
Now, hop on over to Leslie Hachtel's page and learn what type of pets she has (or doesn't have!). And don't forget to check out her book, Stay With Me.
Two women. Years apart. Linked by common experience and a cottage that has survived since the Civil War. When Rebecca reaches out from the past, Evelyn finds it life changing.
And in their own times, each must discover strength and fight to find and keep true love.
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All NET Author proceeds are being pledged to Breast Cancer Research Foundation, the highest rated breast cancer organization in the United States and largest private funder of breast cancer research worldwide.
Includes my Games We Play story, White Elephant Gift Exchange
A Limited Edition Second Chance Romance Collection
Sometimes we don't get it right the first time around. That's why life gives us second chances.
This limited edition romance collection features 20+ stories of hope, happy ever afters, and the second chances it took to get there.
In this collection you will find stories of second chances at love and life as our heroes and heroines embark on life changing journeys, whether changing careers or moving half way across the globe.
About the collection:
All NET Author proceeds are being pledged to Breast Cancer Research Foundation, the highest rated breast cancer organization in the United States and largest private funder of breast cancer research worldwide.
Includes my Games We Play story, White Elephant Gift Exchange
2023-03-17
Irish Bar Scene from Two Truths and a Lie
The first Games We Play trilogy (the wild geese) feature three cousins from an extended Irish American family who are running a haunted hotel and--of course--an Irish bar. The third book, Two Truths and a Lie is set partially ON St Patrick's Day, although the scene in the excerpt below takes place a few weeks earlier. Enjoy!
“Do you come here often?”
Startled, Brenda turned her head to observe the man who’d just slipped onto the bar stool next to her. Max. Her heart gave an odd little leap. What’s he doing here? It was only five days since his last visit, and she hadn’t expected to see him again for another week. Her heart insisted he’d come back early because of her. But she tried never to assign too much weight to that organ of faulty logic. Her heart had steered her wrong before.
She scanned his face, drinking in the sight of him, cataloging everything she saw—from his copper-colored hair and neatly trimmed beard, to his eyes like faded denim, and that odd smile she’d grown used to seeing—the one that made him look like he was hiding a secret sorrow—and made a snap decision.
“No,” she answered. “This is my first time.”
Max frowned in confusion. “What did you say?”
“I said, I’ve never been here before in my life. You?”
His blue eyes widened a bit in surprise. “Oh, uh…yeah, I’ve been here a few times, I guess.”
“Really? That’s wonderful. I love a man with experience. Maybe you can give me a tour sometime?”
Interest flared in his eyes as he smiled. “It would be my pleasure.”
Oh yes, it would. Brenda held out her hand. “I’m Donna, by the way. Donna Van.”
“Donna? Oh. Very cute.”
“Thank you. And you are?”
“I’m Ma—Mike. Pleased to meet you, Donna. May I buy you a drink?”
“Yes, thanks.” Brenda pushed her barely tasted chardonnay aside as “Mike” signaled to the bartender. “So, Mike, what brings you to Atlas Beach—business or pleasure?”
“Well, Donna, if you must know…I’m here for a conference.”
“Oh, me too!” Brenda feigned surprise as she laid a hand on Max’s arm and inquired, “The Pipefitters Union? I think it’s going to be very stimulating experience—all those pipes and fittings. I understand there’s a demonstration on coupling coming up as well. I’m really excited.”
Max choked back a laugh. Before he had a chance to answer, Kristy had come over in answer to his wave. “Can I get you something?”
“Yes, I’ll have a Guinness, please,” he told her. “And the lady…” He glanced at Brenda inquiringly, but she was already shaking her head. “No?”
“No. Kristy, can you bring us a couple of Car Bombs?”
Kristy’s eyebrows shot up. “You want what now?”
“Irish Car Bombs.”
“You’re kidding. Do you even know what you’re doing?”
“Uh…ordering drinks?”
“Stop it. You know what I’m talking about. That damn boggart’s gonna be—”
“Kristy,” Brenda snapped, cutting her friend off before she said something they’d both regret. “Let’s not go there now. Okay? And, yes, by the way, I know exactly what I’m doing.”
“Well, I don’t,” Max protested. “What’s going on? What the hell is a car bomb?”
“They’re disgusting,” Kristy assured him. “Trust me, you’re not missing anything.”
Brenda waved dismissively. “Oh, stop it. They’re not that bad. Besides they’re an Irish tradition.”
Kristy snorted in derision. “They fucking are not.”
Brenda sighed. Of course they weren’t. But Donna, who was a bit of an airhead, would probably think they were. She waggled two fingers at Kristy. “Two, please.”
“It’s your funeral,” Kristy muttered as she moved away. “I just hope your cousin never finds out.”
“What did she mean by that?” Max asked after Kristy left. “What doesn’t she want your cousin to know?”
Brenda pursed her lips. She hadn’t planned for Donna to have a cousin. And they were breaking character by talking about Luke. “I suppose she doesn’t want Luke to know what we’re drinking. Some people find the name offensive.”
“Can I assume Luke is among them?”
“Well, yes, that was her point. I’ve heard rumors that he’s thrown people out when they’ve tried to order them.”
Laughter glinting in his eyes, Max asked, “And are you by any chance trying to get me thrown out? I suppose that’s one way to ensure that your cousin doesn’t speak to me again.”
“Don’t be silly, Mike; why would I do something like that? We’ve only just met. Besides, I don’t even have a cousin.”
“Right. Sorry, I wasn’t thinking. So the Car Bombs. ‘Not that bad’ is hardly a raging endorsement. Why are we doing this? Is there an upside to them that I’m missing?”
“Well, they’re very strong, for one thing. They’re made with beer, whiskey, and Irish cream liqueur.”
“Mixed together? Jesus, I’m starting to see Kristy’s point. Are you sure it’s just the name your cousin objects to?”
“I told you. I don’t have a cousin. And, anyway, taste isn’t as much of a factor as you might think. You have to drink them fast—before they curdle. They’re not meant to be savored.”
“Mmm. Appetizing. Sounds like a good way to get drunk.”
“Why, yes, Mike. Yes, it does.”
A slow smile curved Max’s lips as understanding gradually dawned on him. “Ohhh, I get it. Why, Ms. Donovan, are you trying to get me drunk?”
“So I can take you back to my room and have my wicked way with you? It’s a distinct possibility.”
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A quirky, family-owned resort on the Jersey Shore is the setting for this erotic, lightly paranormal series.
Cousins Brenda, Luke and Gwyn are determined to turn their failing hotel business around. They have no time for love. They're in no mood for games. But it's not going to matter. Not when they're up against a handful of ghosts, a mischievous boggart, a family curse, and destinies written in stone.
The Games We Play trilogy. Three books that prove that holiday fun doesn't begin or end in December!
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2023-03-14
Romance Writers Weekly ~ Who Would You Be Friends With?" ~ #LoveChatWrite
This week, on the Romance Writers Weekly blog hop, the question is, "If you could be friends with anyone who is alive today, who would you choose and why?"
Hmm. I'm not actually sure how to answer this one, to be honest. I'm pretty happy with the friends I have and can't really think of anyone famous (I assume that's what the question is implying) who I feel any real desire to add to my life. Maybe it's an introvert thing? Or maybe it's because the world is still so weird.
Making friends right now (something I've had to do, since I've recently moved halfway across the country) feels like walking through a field of land mines. When every opinion shared is a potential bomb, set to blow the world a little more apart, I'm not feeling up to the risk.
Now, hop on over to Leslie Hachtel's page where, hopefully, she'll have a better answer for you. And be sure to check out her book, Murder Most Notorious.
A beautiful homicide detective and a sexy cold case guy have to team up to find a vicious ax-wielding killer. Brutal murders have shocked the city and all the evidence points to a twin sister once thought dead. So many twists and turns in this action packed romantic thriller you might get dizzy. And so much passion.
An erotic, Celtic Fantasy menage romance (m/m/f) set in Nineteenth Century Ireland and featuring two sexy tree-shifters and the woman who loves them both.
Twice each year, Aine Murphy ventures into the woods to hold ceremonies to honor the Oak King and the Holly King, never dreaming these Lords of the Forest could be anything more than myth. When the legends spring to life in front of her, how can she help but fall for the sexy demi-gods she's loved all her life?
From midwinter to midsummer, Fionn O'Dair rules the Greenworld as the Oak King--a role he feels is beyond his abilities, and one that dooms him to a loveless future, forever craving the one man he can never allow himself to have. How can he resist what Aine offers--the sweet devotion that soothes his aching soul, and the slim chance to live a "normal" life as her husband, if only for half a year?
Holly King Kieran Mac Cuilenn never desired a human lover--until now. Seeing Fionn and Aine together fills him with longing for the love he threw away and awakens feelings he thought he'd buried with the last Oak King. Is there enough magic in the solstice to correct the mistakes he made years ago? Or is he doomed to be forever left out in the cold?
*previously released as "The Oak King"
An erotic, Celtic Fantasy menage romance (m/m/f) set in Nineteenth Century Ireland and featuring two sexy tree-shifters and the woman who loves them both.
Twice each year, Aine Murphy ventures into the woods to hold ceremonies to honor the Oak King and the Holly King, never dreaming these Lords of the Forest could be anything more than myth. When the legends spring to life in front of her, how can she help but fall for the sexy demi-gods she's loved all her life?
From midwinter to midsummer, Fionn O'Dair rules the Greenworld as the Oak King--a role he feels is beyond his abilities, and one that dooms him to a loveless future, forever craving the one man he can never allow himself to have. How can he resist what Aine offers--the sweet devotion that soothes his aching soul, and the slim chance to live a "normal" life as her husband, if only for half a year?
Holly King Kieran Mac Cuilenn never desired a human lover--until now. Seeing Fionn and Aine together fills him with longing for the love he threw away and awakens feelings he thought he'd buried with the last Oak King. Is there enough magic in the solstice to correct the mistakes he made years ago? Or is he doomed to be forever left out in the cold?
*previously released as "The Oak King"
2023-03-07
Romance Writers Weekly ~ Indulge Yourself ~ #LoveChatWrite
This week, on the Romance Writers Weekly blog hop, we're continuing the self-care theme. At least, that's how I'm choosing to interpret this week's question which is, "What is your favorite indulgence? A spa day, an outdoor adventure, a glass of wine after a long day?"
I'm going to shock y'all and go with a simple answer. Give me the wine, baby. I am allll about that. Last week, for my birthday, my son and daughter in law treated me to a trip to a somewhat local winery called The Rhinory. They have a rhinoceros you can get to know--and touch, which was super cool. And some pretty good wines, as well.
One of my dreams is to live on a winery--just a small one, I'm not greedy. So, a nice glass of something interesting at the end of the day...or, you know, the middle...that's definitely my idea of indulging myself. Of course, bubble baths are good too...
Now, hop on over to Jenna Da Sie's page and find out how she indulges herself.
Love is in the AirA Limited Edition Second Chance Romance Collection
Sometimes we don't get it right the first time around. That's why life gives us second chances.
This limited edition romance collection features 20+ stories of hope, happy ever afters, and the second chances it took to get there.
In this collection you will find stories of second chances at love and life as our heroes and heroines embark on life changing journeys, whether changing careers or moving half way across the globe.
About the collection:
All NET Author proceeds are being pledged to Breast Cancer Research Foundation, the highest rated breast cancer organization in the United States and largest private funder of breast cancer research worldwide.
Includes my Games We Play story, White Elephant Gift Exchange
A Limited Edition Second Chance Romance Collection
Sometimes we don't get it right the first time around. That's why life gives us second chances.
This limited edition romance collection features 20+ stories of hope, happy ever afters, and the second chances it took to get there.
In this collection you will find stories of second chances at love and life as our heroes and heroines embark on life changing journeys, whether changing careers or moving half way across the globe.
About the collection:
All NET Author proceeds are being pledged to Breast Cancer Research Foundation, the highest rated breast cancer organization in the United States and largest private funder of breast cancer research worldwide.
Includes my Games We Play story, White Elephant Gift Exchange
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