TUESDAY TALES BLOG HOP -- EVERYONE WINS!

 

Have picked THE WINNER to receive their choice of either of the other two books, in addition to The Marriage List. The WINNER is ANGELA!! CONGRATULATIONS. I'll be in touch shortly. I'm sending copies of The Marriage List to everyone now. All copies of The Marriage List have been sent. If you don't get yours, please email me at: sunnydaysbook@gmail.com. Thank you all for participating! I hope you enjoy the book. Please let me know what you think.
Welcome! This is a Tuesday Tales blog hop. EVERYONE who doesn't have a copy of THE MARRIAGE LIST, will win one IF they leave their name, email address and chosen format. On top of that, I'm giving away your choice of either one of the other 2 "List" books from the NEW YORK NIGHTS series to 2 lucky commenters. LEAVE YOUR NAME, EMAIL ADDRESS & DESIRED FORMAT in a comment, oh, and TELL ME, ARE YOU A LIST MAKER? Here are the books:                                              

Can happily ever after start with a list? Grey Andrews thinks so. After ten years of working, saving and investing, Grey finally achieved a level of wealth that allows him to do what he wants with his life. He needs a woman to share it with, but not any woman, the perfect woman. A woman who has the three essential qualities on his marriage list. But after three years of searching he isn’t any closer to finding her than he was when he started out.
 Carrie Tucker, an aspiring mystery writer and divorcée struggling to make it in the world of advertising, turned her focus from men to her career after dating too many creeps and losers. She’s finally earned her big break, a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to become the first female creative director in a hot New York ad agency. So what if it means working nights and weekends? It’s not like she has a social life anyway.
Is the marriage list a failure or will a chance meeting at a fiction-writing conference prove the list to be the key to Grey’s happiness after all?  More about The Marriage List here  
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Can the swinging bachelor change his ways and become a devoted, selfless and faithful man overnight? Grey's marriage list brought them together. But when Carrie starts her own list, can Grey incorporate her ideas about love into his life? Family issues, jealousy and an icy lake threaten to destroy the happiness Carrie and Grey have found together. An argument, a holiday trip to visit family and confronting an old fear test the lovers who have pledged their love and now must learn to make it stronger every day.  More about The Love List Here

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 Is Leah the woman of his dreams or a heartbreaker in disguise? Colin Andrews is blown away by her beauty, creativity and sophistication. However Leah has other plans that don’t include shepherding a younger man through an intense love affair. Taken by his charm but committed to her new career overseas, Leah is caught between desire and destiny.

The wedding of Carrie Tucker and Grey Andrews is on track, scheduled for late June. Grey, Colin’s big brother, is confident nothing can take his beloved fiancée from him. But family secrets and lies threaten their union. Is Grey the consummate lover Carrie fell for or the ultimate deceiver, as her mother claims?

Will the Andrews men win their hearts’ desires or will their happy endings end up just out of reach? More About the Dating List Here

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Thank you for coming. EVERYONE WINS, if you leave a comment, email & format! Winners for choice of the other 2 books will be drawn on Sunday at 6pm. Click HERE to return to the Tuesday Tales blog hop. 
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My version of TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS

This parody is meant in fun. I hope you take it in the spirit in which it's intended, and with apologies to Clement Moore...

TWAS THE NIGHT WHEN THE BIG GUY ARRIVED

‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house

Not a creature was stirring, especially my spouse;
Dirty clothes were piled ‘round the house with care,
In hopes a housekeeper soon would be there;

The children were tucked all tight in their beds,
While visions of computer games danced in their heads;
And me in my babydolls, and hubs loaded with booze,
Had just bedded down for a long winter's snooze,

When out in the driveway there came such a howl,
I reached for my gun, my humor most foul.
Away to the closet I flew like a flash,
To grab and hide our huge pile of cash.

The moon shining down on a mound of fresh snow
Lit up the front lawn like a coat of day-glo,
When, what to my weary brown eyes should appear,
But a rusty old sleigh, and eight bloated reindeer,

With a chubby round driver, staggering and thick,
I feared in my heart it might be Ole Nick.
Faster than race cars these fat reindeer came,
And he whistled, and hollered, and cursed them by name;

"Now, DUMMY! now, ASSHAT! now, SCHMUCK-FACE and SEEDY!
On, IDIOT! on STUPID! on, DANDRUFF and GREEDY!
To the top of the roof! to the chimney, y’all!
Now fly away! run away! jump away all!"

As those leaves I didn’t rake, took off on the fly,
Formed a tornado so thick it blinded the eye,
Up to the rickety roof the huge reindeer flew,
With the sleigh full of crap, and drunk old man too.

And then, in a second, I heard on the roof
The stomping and footfall of each clumsy hoof.
As I hauled up my gun, and was loading a round,
Down the chimney the fat man came with a bound.

He was dressed all in red, from his neck to his foot,
In dirty old clothes, ripped and covered with soot;
A greasy bundle of junk he threw on the floor,
And he looked like a thief, a-looting once more.

His eyes -- how bloodshot! his eyebrows how funny!
His cheeks were all flushed, his nose, it was runny!
His leering mouth was drawn up in a grin,
And his stare on me reeked of original sin;

The stump of a stogie he held tight in his teeth,
As the foul smoke ringed me like Caesar’s famed wreath;
He had a broad face and an obscenely round gut,
When he turned, he showed me an enormous red butt.

Despite his appearance, he laughed and guffawed,
So I put down my gun, even Santa is flawed;
With a wink of his eye and a swift little wave,
I found myself happy, smiling, and brave;

In silence he worked, placing packages galore,
Filled all the stockings, hung a wreath on the door,
Placed a fifth on the table, and blowing his nose,
Grabbed the reins, and up the chimney he rose;

He stumbled into his sleigh, to his team gave a shout,
With a running leap, the deer were up and about.
Rubbing my eyes, I heard him curse ‘til he blew out of sight,
"MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL, DAMMIT, AND TO ALL A GOOD-NIGHT!"

C

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