Wednesday, August 13, 2014

MIDNIGHT ROOM in the Spotlight



Blurb
Haunted by the murder of her parent’s years ago, Alana Roseburg strives to disappear into the trees of Miranda’s Forest, a place marred by a dark Legend. When she finds a lone wolf stalking her property, she can’t help but be drawn to the animal, despite his dangerous aura. She soon discovers a secret no mortal could accept. The wolf is Devlin—a man, a shape shifter, and Guardian of a woman known as the Windrose of the West. This Windrose controls and protects a magical gem that holds to powers of Mother Nature’s elements.

To her surprise, Devlin believes she is the Windrose of the West and his rightful mate. Soon she is taken to his home and drawn into a world she’d never imagined. But can her growing love for Devlin overcome the effects of the stone as they become too much for her to bear? Soon she is taken to his home and drawn into a dangerous world of passion, secrets, and murder. Can she overcome her fear and accept her destiny before it’s too late?

Excerpt

She clutched the bed sheets to her chest when she opened her eyes, but she was alone and whole in her room. With the blankets balled in her fist, she searched the darkness. The room remained black, motionless except for the gentle sway of the curtains in the open window. She squinted, certain she’d closed and latched the frame before she went to bed. She was too frightened of the strangers on her property to leave the windows unlocked.

Shadows enveloped her and transformed the room to an eerie stillness, intensified by the fear that ebbed from her dream. She reached down and pulled the mattress up to search for her pistol.

“You won’t find the weapon you seek,” a deep silky voice spoke from somewhere in the dark. Her heart began to pound with dread. “It will not protect you from me.” Silence stretched long enough to heighten her panic. “Those two outside are dangerous. Do not trust them. They seek only the Zephyrus.”

She searched the dark, desperate to find the face of the man who spoke. She lay back against her pillows and closed her eyes tight. Through the blackness, the man who spoke was invisible, so eyes were useless anyway. The sound of his slight movement showed his location in the corner, next to where she’d placed the dresser when she moved in. “Who are you?”

“We come from the deep to watch and protect, and sometimes to kill.” His voice slid like silk through the night. “But not you Alana. You can see the true color of the stone.”

She stretched her senses to the corner where she thought the voice originated, but now she wasn’t sure. Did he move? “What stone? Who are you?”

The cool wind caressed her face and a whisper caught on the winds tide, almost inaudible as it faded with the wind. “Devlin.”

She sat up with a sudden need to know, ready to ask the many questions that formed since she first encountered the wolf, but found herself alone.

Her chest heaved. What just happened in her midnight room?

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Biography
A country girl born and bred, Dawn Luedecke has spent most of her life surrounded by horses, country folk, and the wild terrain of Nevada, Idaho and Montana. As a child she would spend many afternoons reading books, watching western classics, and Rogers and Hammerstein movies. When she grew up she decided to leave the quiet country life for a chance to find adventure by serving a successful tour in the United States Coast Guard. During that time she found her soul mate (and alpha male) and started a family and writing career. She enjoys writing historical and paranormal romance and spends as much time as she can working on her current manuscript. For more information visit www.dawnluedecke.com.


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Wednesday, August 6, 2014

!!! New Release ~ DEATH RUB !!!




Welcome to the beach, Ashantay! Congratulations on your new release, DEATH RUB. Grab a cold drink and a seat.

Thanks for the cushy lounge chair and cold beverage, Sandra! I’m please to join you today and appreciate your invitation for a beachfront rendezvous. By the way, this pina colada is quite tasty (slurps and licks lips).  Don’t serve me too many. The last time I had rum drinks on the beach, I went parasailing, and I’m afraid of heights.

As you’ve learned by now, we southerners don’t like to get to the point too quickly, so tell us a little about yourself. You’re a fairly new author. What made you decide to go down the twisty, treacherous road of publishing?

You may not want to rush the point, but you sure know how to ask the difficult questions!  Let’s see, the answer to your publishing query is probably my masochistic tendencies paired with a wish to read about characters as quirky as I am.  Seriously, I love humor and believe laughter is key to life. Getting people to enjoy themselves makes me happy, so I began writing humor. As far as handling the twisty, treacherous road – I’m still learning how. I’m hoping the Ring of Mordor may help, if Frodo will share.

Is there anything out of the ordinary you do when you write?


I just sit at my desk and open a blank document with nothing more than an idea of where I want my characters to end up. They may or may not comply. When I’m stuck, I watch the birds out my window.  Oh, look! There’s a baby chickadee! Here’s my one almost ritual – I often listen to music when I write sex scenes. Led Zeppelin, Santana, or hot Latin music usually does the trick.

What was that one unexpected thing that smacked you in the face about publishing your first book?

Getting the contract! Then having to figure out how to promote my book. Appearing on your blog aside, I’m not great at pushing myself, and, let’s face it – promotion is key. 

You published two books last year and have two more for 2014. How many hours a day do you write and what kind of schedule do you have?

Thank you for mentioning my first books!  When I’m writing, I’m at my desk for four to six hours a day until the first draft is complete. Then I take a week off before edits begin. I’m fairly disciplined, but lazy, as well.

Before we talk about DEATH RUB, let’s give our visitors a hint about the storyline.

Blurb:
Struggling massage therapist Maggie Jenkins only worries about rent, ducking her fifteen-year high school class reunion and whether she’s too old for her new boyfriend.  Until she finds her client dead with no one else in the building.  And all clues point to Maggie.
Construction supervisor Cam Darrow knows the seven-year difference between him and Maggie means nothing when love is at work.   Convincing her to believe in him isn’t easy when her first love returns to town, evidently set on winning Maggie back.  Not to mention the increasing stack of evidence against Maggie makes Cam worry she’ll be permanently out of his reach – in prison.
When another of Maggie’s classmates dies, it’s apparent the Class of 1999 produced more than graduates. Will the murderer add Maggie to the growing roster of death? Or just continue framing her for the murders?

Available today at: The Wild Rose Press ~ Amazon ~ B&N

Maggie sounds like a magnet for trouble. What are her three strongest personality traits?

Maggie cares about helping people, is loyal - sometimes to a fault, and moves through her fears when she’d rather duck her head under a pillow.

What do you and Maggie have in common?

Loyalty and wanting to help people heal.

It sounds like Cam has quite a job on his hands, winning Maggie over. What would you say are his three best assets?

He’s cute and has a great construction worker body! Oh, you mean personality traits, right? Interesting, but I didn’t realize before now that he shares two strong traits with Maggie. Cam’s loyal and likes to help people.  Plus, he’s mature for a young guy, and doesn’t let an age difference keep him from going after the woman he loves. His persistence is amazing to me.

I’m intrigued by the suspense you blurb promises. What was one of your favorite scenes?

This scene occurs in the first chapter after Maggie learns her arch nemesis, Nicole Polk, who’d just been in for a massage, may also be dating Cam Darrow. Reeling from Cam’s apparent defection, Maggie greets her last client of the day.
         Nicole and I were the two magnetic poles that never attracted. Either Cam had multiple personalities or I resembled Nicole more than I knew. Scary thought.
         Those ideas neatly pigeonholed in my “I’ll think about it later, maybe, or maybe not” mental folder, I squared my shoulders and headed for the bathroom door. “Get Clarice out and get home” played as my running litany. Followed with a mantra of “I need wine.”
         As a good luck charm, the litany partially worked. When I knocked on Liz’s treatment room door and called, “Nicole?” no strident tones returned an answer. I entered and saw that she’d gone, leaving no tip and a rumpled mess of sheets and towels strewn across the room. Shoot.
         Clarice waited. I’d clean up later.
         Propping open the door and cracking a window for fresh air, I walked down the hall. I knocked and entered. Clarice lay on the table but didn’t answer. Hmm. She had a quiet mood going.       
         My initial anger at being delayed from my Cabernet by Miss Stuck-Up’s mess faded when Clarice still didn’t respond to my call. The room’s atmosphere felt heavy and she lay too still. The CD I’d left playing ended. An aromatic candle flickered, but didn’t lighten the room’s undertone.
         I’d like to think I paid attention to the chills traversing my spine, but I didn’t. I only knew that, as a student of the human body, something looked wrong. The answer wasn’t immediately clear. I moved closer.
         My shaking hand touched her shoulder. “Clarice?” I prodded her when she didn’t answer or move. That’s when her lolling head told the tale.
         Clarice Dawkins wouldn’t speak with me or anyone else ever again.
         Her broken neck guaranteed that.

Outstanding! Tell us what else you have coming. I hear you’ve written another holiday book. Give us a brief teaser on that one.

Thanks for asking! Dickens of a Death is more a mystery than romantic suspense and stars Katie, Dirk, and Ginger, the main characters from my first book. The murder victim is not a nice person, and is killed off with a poisonous holiday-based concoction (rubs hands together and cackles).

Our visitors want to know more about you.


Bio:
Ashantay Peters loves escaping into a well-written book. Her reading addiction also has her perusing magazines, newspapers, Internet articles and even food labels. The last is often feebly excused as an attempt to maintain health, but her friends know the truth.
She lives in the mountains of western North Carolina, a happy transplant from the much colder (and flatter) Midwest. She loves to hear from readers!

Web site - www.ashantay.com

I think you’re a little crazy, Ashantay, but that’s what we love here in the south. I hope you’ll hang out for a while. We’ll see who comes along in the comment section below.


Didn’t you say you expect our favorite movie stars to stop by? I’ll just open my copy of Common Enemy for a few minutes while you change into that cute swimsuit you showed me earlier. Thanks again for hosting me today. The sun is warm, the sky is crystalline, and the sound of the waves is hypnotizing. I’m loving my spot here at your beach! Can’t wait to see who pops in!

Wednesday, July 30, 2014

!!! New Release ~ MY KIND OF CRAZY !!!


First off, Katie, congratulations on your new release. MY KIND OF CRAZY sounds like my kind of starting over story.
Secondly, welcome to my beach. We’re casual here so kick off your shoes and grab a cold drink.

Thanks for inviting me over! I live at the beach too, on Cape Cod, but it’s always fun to visit other beaches…especially when there are umbrella drinks on hand!

I’m sure our visitors want to get to know you. Give us an example of a typical day at your house.

I’m the mother of three active teens and two oversized dogs (yes, we have a Saint Bernard, just like the heroine in my book.) The dogs like to get me up for early morning walks on the beach, and during the school year the kids are up and out between 6-7:30. Then I’m at my computer for most of the day, writing and wrestling with social media. My husband travels a lot for business, but when he’s working from home we’ll often take a break together at lunchtime to catch up. After school hours turn into a whirlwind of soccer practices, drama rehearsals and homework. The regional high school is a half hour away, so I log a lot of miles on my minivan!

My oldest graduated from high school in June, but only had two weeks of vacation before flying off to college. He’s attending the U.S. Air Force Academy in Colorado Springs. His dad and I are so proud of him, but the “trauma” of having my oldest leave home hit me harder than I thought it would!

Congrats to your son for being accepted to the USAF Academy! Colorado is beautiful. You'll love visiting him there.
Now that you have a little extra room in the house, describe your favorite writing place.

After I sold my first book (written on my laptop at the kitchen counter) my husband bought me a writing desk. It’s made of clear blue glass and I love it – although at the moment it’s a complete mess! Our house has been undergoing renovations for the past year and my desk currently sits in a corner of the living room until my new office is finished. But! I’m going to have an office soon – that’s the important part!

An office of your own, how wonderful and well deserved. I noticed that you've been in the writing world for a while and you've written different types of books. What inspired you to write Kendall and Jonathan’s story?

I love reading quirky romances with strong heroines and a little bit of intrigue. My goal was to write a great beach read set here on Cape Cod, and I drew many of the characters in my book from real life. I actually have a good friend named Dorothy who works with foster animals, although some of the other characters are more composites than based on one actual person.

As I mentioned, we've been undergoing house renovations for a while, and some of the stories we heard from contractors combined to inspire Kendall’s crazy neighbor. And we have our own stubborn, lovable, crazy Saint Bernard, so we actually lived through that fast-growing puppy stage. (Our Saint is four now, but she still thinks she’s lap-sized.)

Here’s a little about MY KIND OF CRAZY to let our visitors see what you have in store for them.

Blurb:
Kendall Roarke is betting everything on making her Harwichport Bed & Breakfast into the premier wedding destination on Cape Cod, despite her recent messy divorce. 
Jonathan Reynolds moved back to the Cape to take over his uncle's business and start fresh after his own marriage ended. He's not looking for anything complicated - until he meets Kendall, with her big plans and wild mop of curls. 
Throw an unruly foster puppy and an uptight new neighbor into the mix and things get a little crazy. Now Kendall has to decide if it's the kind of crazy that she can live with... for the rest of her life.

TWRP currently has it on sale for 50% off
also available at Amazon and other etailers

Tell us three things about Kendall you think we should know.
1.     Born and raised on Cape Cod, she’s part of the new generation of business owners moving back after college to jumpstart the local economy.
2.     Impulsive, independent and stubborn, she wants to stand on her own two feet. She’s not ready to rely on anyone else after the way her ex made a fool of her.
3.     Even after her divorce, she hasn’t given up on the idea of love and happily-ever-after. She’s just not sure she’s ready to jump back into the emotional maelstrom.

Tell us three things about Jonathan she noticed right away, her first impressions.
1.     His laugh is a deep throaty rumble that sent shivers down her spine.
2.     He looked pressed and put together, like a preppy salesman out to make a good impression, and is secure enough to wear pink and plaid in a non-ironic way.
3.     His eyes are the most brilliant, sparkling shade of green she’s ever seen (even greener than Jensen Ackels!)

We can’t leave out the third main character of the story, Kendall’s foster puppy. I’ve always felt pets make colorful characters. How important was this fur-baby to your story?


Very! In fact, my editor told me in the first draft she read, the dog had more lines and page-time than Jonathan did. She wanted me to cut some of the dog scenes. We compromised and I added more Jon scenes instead!


My, that is a big puppy! Now we’d love to see a sample of the story. What was one of your favorite scenes?

Excerpt:
He reached out and gently wrapped his fingers around her arm, not letting her leave the front hall. “Kendall?”
Again with the major electrical sparks zinging through her! She was afraid to look him in the eye, afraid he’d be able to see it in her face, the devastating effect he had on her. They stood so close she felt the heat from his body radiating, warming the small space between them. His touch was fire on her bare skin. She finally raised her gaze to meet his eyes, luminous and deep. She felt like she might fall into those green pools and drown.
Breathe in, breathe out. She searched for words to answer the unasked questions in his eyes but none came to her.
“Kendall.” He whispered her name again as if it were the answer to some puzzle he was trying to solve.
Thoughts whirled through her head at lightning speed. Nothing about this made any kind of sense— especially not her attraction to a complete stranger. But there was no denying the electricity that ran through her body from his simplest touch.
“I’m not looking for a relationship right now.” Her low whisper matched his.
“What are you looking for?” He moved closer, his lips brushing her mouth, tasting of beer and salted peanuts. His warmth pulsed through her in shock waves, her traitorous body responding all too eagerly. He tasted so good, the salt sizzling on her tongue. The kiss shifted from soft and gentle to solid and deep. Arms slid around her, pulling her close, but she was too wrapped up in the kiss to protest. Why complain? He felt so good, the hard muscles of his arms and planed chest underneath that thin dress shirt, and another hardness evident, despite his proper dress pants.
Suddenly Kendall remembered that this was the same man who was fooling around with the married cougar of a librarian. She wanted to be outraged for the unwitting spouse, but all she could think was, Lucky librarian.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and shoulders. Vaguely she registered the wall behind her, pressing hard against her back. His clever tongue tangled with her own, sending fresh waves of desire rippling through her.
Even as her body screamed Yes! she slid her hand between them, firmly pushing him backward and breaking the connection. “I can’t do this. I don’t want to get hurt again.” Her eyes searched his before she turned her head to look away. If she looked into those eyes for one more second she would forget all about saying no and let her body do whatever it wanted.
Excellent! I would expect no less from a writer with your background. I understand you wear a few hats in the writing world.


Bio:
Katie O'Sullivan lives on Cape Cod with her husband, three kids and two big dogs. Katie drinks way too much coffee on a daily basis while sitting in front of her computer, dreaming up adventures for her characters and creating new excuses not to dust.
She writes romance and adventure for young adults and the young at heart. Her Mermaids of Cape Cod series began in 2013 with SON OF A MERMAID, and continues in 2014 with BLOOD OF A MERMAID, both published by Crescent Moon Press.
In addition to writing, Katie works as a freelance editor and loves to help other authors make their words sparkle on the page. She writes a column about writing and editing for the Literary Women section of CapeWomenOnline magazine.

When I visited your Amazon author page, I saw a few other books I intend to check out. I hope our visitors will do the same.
Everyone is welcome to join us with questions or comments below.

Thank you for popping over today, Katie. I hope you’ll hang around and enjoy our sugar sand and balmy breezes.


Thanks so much for having me today to celebrate my new release! Happy Summer Reading!

Friday, July 4, 2014

Rachel Brimble ~ What Belongs To Her

My good friend Rachel Brimble is back on the beach to talk about her newest Harlequin Superromance ~

What Belongs To Her – Templeton Cove Book Three


When I wrote the first story in my Harlequin Superromance series, I had no idea the book would be the beginning of a series. I thought I’d written a stand alone story set in a town I quickly created and fell in love with…and hoped Harlequin would like it enough to offer me a contract.

No one could’ve convinced me that not only would Finding Justice be my first sale to a big publisher, but would also become the first in five contracts that I would sign with Harlequin within a year. 

I don’t need to tell you how I continue to float around on cloud nine right now!

Templeton Cove is a fictional UK seaside town in South West England. All the characters in the books are British too which is a first for Harlequin Superromance. Finding Justice (book 1) and A Man Like Him (book 2) are romantic suspense but the book I am promoting right now is a mainstream romance set in Templeton’s fairground.

What Belongs To Her introduces two new Templeton characters as the hero and heroine. Sasha Todd has lived in the Cove her whole life and running Funland is not just a job to her but the essence of who she is and wants to be forever. A part of her family’s legacy, Funland was sold to the town’s crime lord when her grandfather felt he had no other choice but to do so. When he died, Sasha made it her mission to get the fair back in her family where it belongs.

The crime lord is incarcerated on drug charges and Sasha sees her chance to swoop in and reclaim what she feels is hers…until the crime lord’s son arrives to take over where his father left off.

John Jordon is an enigma…a mystery…a man who clearly works out and knows what he wants. When these two come together, everyone else in town needs to run for cover!

The book was a joy to write and I drew on many of my own memories from times at our local fairground during the Easter holidays. Templeton is my dream place to live and the residents are as wacky, fun, interesting and scary as the characters you’d find in any small town. The joy I am getting from writing a series is beyond anything I could have imagined. To keep revisiting a place so real to me is an honor and bringing back characters I know so well and adore is pure joy.

Book 4 (a Christmas 2014 release) is now with my editor and I am now writing the final contracted book. I have no idea if this book will be the final book but as far as I’m concerned I could keep going – fingers crossed, my editor and Harlequin will feel the same…watch this space!

Blurb:

She's ready to take back what's hers 
Since the moment a local crime boss claimed ownership of her family's fairground, Sasha Todd has dreamed of righting the wrong. Now it's time to act, and backing down from the man's estranged son is definitely not an option. After all, giving up her legacy to hot-blooded John Jordon means losing the chance to finally heal the wounds in her past. 
Stopping John in his tracks—and resisting the sizzle between them—is Sasha's best defense. But there's more to him than she thought, which changes everything. With what matters most at stake, she'll have to risk a brand-new future with John, or walk away from the man whose heart belongs to her.

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Don't forget to look for the first two books in the Templeton Cove series, if you don't already have them.






Bio:

Rachel lives with her husband and two young daughters in a small town near Bath in the UK.  After having several novels published by small US presses, she secured agent representation in 2011. In 2012, she sold two books to Harlequin Superromance and a further three in 2013. She also writes Victorian romance for Kensington--her debut was released in April 2013 and she has since signed for three more.
Rachel is a member of the Romantic Novelists Association and Romance Writers of America. When she isn’t writing, you’ll find Rachel with her head in a book or walking the beautiful English countryside with her family and beloved black Lab, Max. Her dream place to live is Bourton-on-the-Water in South West England.
She likes nothing more than connecting and chatting with her readers and fellow romance writers. Rachel would love to hear from you!

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 It's been fun having you on the beach again, Rachel. I can't wait to read this latest Templeton Cove installment and look forward to the next ones.
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Friday, June 27, 2014

Meet Connor McCrae – hero of COMMON ENEMY


Welcome to the beach Connor. Have a seat under my umbrella. Can I offer you a cold drink?

A glass of sweet tea would be great. Thanks for inviting me. *Tips his cowboy hat lower to shadow his face. Pulls his long braid out of the way and lowers his tall frame into a lounge chair.*

I was just opening your story, COMMON ENEMY. You’re quite an unusual character.

Yeah, I guess most people would think so. I travel around doing handyman work from my van. I live sparsely and I’m not good to look at. I had some trouble a while back and that’s how I got these scars. *Points to his cheek where deep knife wounds run all the way under his collar.*

Don’t think a thing about it. I have a feeling there’s one woman who doesn’t mind at all.

You must be talking about my boss, Jordan Holbrook. She is something special, but don’t tell her I said so. She’s way out of my league. *Shy smile.* And, I guess you could also count her daughter, Lizzy, in on that. She’s a little firecracker at five years old. We became fast friends right from the beginning.

Jordan and Lizzy are lucky to have a man like you around. I hear they have a lot of trouble coming their way.

That’s true. Jordan’s ex-husband, Bobby Ray Butler, is getting out of prison much earlier than I believe he should. Jordan thinks she’s well hidden, but I have a feeling she’s underestimating how cunning and evil Butler can be. I’ll do anything it takes to protect those two beautiful redheads. *A somber scowl darkens his eyes.* Even if it means returning to a life I thought was behind me.

It seems you feel Jordan and Lizzy are worth any sacrifice.

They are. Let me tell you how we met…

“If you’re checking for a low-jack, I have to warn you…that car is not worth the trouble of stealing.” Sarcasm was her first shield of defense.
He looked over his shoulder with a smile that revealed even white teeth and light blue eyes in contrast to his darkly tanned skin. “I was trying to see what’s leaking under there. I think you may have a problem.”
“Oh great!” Jordan stomped down the steps. “That’s just what I need right now!” She stopped beside him and contemplated the puddle under the front half of her car.
“Well, don’t worry.” He kept his head down and his hat low. “I do cars as well as houses and lawn work. Looks like you could use all my services. This place is a mess.”
“You must be the man that Mr. Coleman told me about. If you’re trying to charm me into hiring you, you’ve gotten off to a damn good start.”
“Sorry, but I call ’em as I see ’em. I heard that the place had been empty for a few years and it shows.”
“I didn’t expect you so early. We haven’t even had breakfast yet.”
“Hey, mister, you want some tea?” Lizzy bounded down the steps in her nightgown. She lost her footing on the bottom step and pitched forward onto the dirt path. The man’s reflexes were faster than Jordan’s. As he picked Lizzy up his hat fell behind him. He stood her in front of him to dust away the dirt and inspect the scrape on her knee.
“How’d you get that big scar on your face?” Lizzy blurted.
“I got cut with a knife, but it wasn’t nearly as bad as falling from the porch steps. You must be a very brave girl.”
“I am. How did you get cut with a knife? Mom doesn’t let me touch knives.”
“Lizzy, don’t be so nosy.” By this time Jordan had recovered from the shock of seeing the deep scar. It ran down the man’s left cheek, into his short beard, and under the collar of his shirt.
“It’s okay. Kids are always curious. It’s best to let them ask.” He picked up his hat and hit it against his leg to knock off the dirt before he put it back on. He turned back to her daughter. “You know Lizzy, it doesn’t really matter how it happened. It just shows you how dangerous knives can be. I guess it’ll be a good idea to listen to your mom about that kind of stuff.”
“I do,” Lizzy replied. “What’s your name?”
“I’m Connor McCrae. I came by to talk to your mom. But first she needs to make you some breakfast while I look at her car.”
“Okay!” Lizzy ran back up the steps.
“Hey! Slow down before you scuff your other knee.” He watched her with a smile. To Jordan he said, “That little girl must be a handful.”
“I’m Jordan Holbrook.” As she shook his hand she sized him up and figured him to be about six-feet-five. Up close he didn’t look too much older than her. “Thanks for being so nice to Lizzy. She can be a bit forward sometimes. I hope she didn’t say anything to embarrass you.”
“Of course not. She’s a great kid.” He held his hand out. “Give me your keys and I’ll look at the car while you eat. I should have an idea about the rest of the work to be done around here soon, too.”

It does seem like you and Lizzy hit it off right away. Was it love at first sight for you and Jordan?

Now that’s a little tougher. We both have good reason to be cautious and plenty of obstacles to overcome. If our visitors would like to find out what happens, they can find COMMON ENEMY at:

Thanks for hanging out today, Connor. It’s a pleasure to have you at my beach.

No problem. *sexy wink* I’d be glad to answer questions or reply to comments while I’m here.


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Sunday, June 15, 2014

A message to Dads on Father's Day



Wake up sleepy heads! It's Father's Day!



 It's time to get ready for a fun filled day.



 Has everyone had a good breakfast?



 Maybe we'll get dressed up...



Or maybe we can just dress down...



We can be Cowboys...



Or Indians...



We can work...



 Or play...



Whether you only have one...



Or a bunch...



All you need to do is share a little time...



To let us see who you are...








Remember ~ Any guy can make a baby, but it takes a man to raise a child.





I'd like to send out a special Father's Day greeting to our dads in uniform...



Those coming home...



And those who are leaving...



And offer remembrance of those who'll not return.