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Saturday, August 10, 2013


 Welcome! UNDER THE MIDNIGHT MOON, my sweet book with Sweet Cravings, has depth, emotion and humor. All sex is behind closed doors. Here are a few snippets to give you an idea of what to expect.
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I'll be giving away two copies.  You have a good chance to win, so please leave a comment. Thanks for stopping by. Now to Mindy, Drew and the crazy gang in Pine Grove:
A bit about the book

Can attending a wedding and a funeral on the same day change your life? Mindy Winslow’s life was altered forever when she met gorgeous lawyer, Drew Armstrong, and found out about her inheritance from her mentor, Lou. Embraced by the townsfolk at the wedding of her college roommate, Mindy sought to make her goal a reality in tiny Pine Grove, New York. But the exposure of a promise 
made then broken secretly, destroyed her dream. Will she be forced to face “I told you so” from her father or will love find a way to resurrect hope from the ashes? 
“Do you love me, Drew?” She rolled on her side to face him.
“I thought we were going to have fun and none of this serious stuff?”
“That’s what I said but you…you’re…different.” She cradled her head in her hand.
“Different in a good way or different like Quasimoto?”
She laughed. “Different in a good way.” Mindy grabbed the lapels of his jacket and pulled him closer. Her lips brushed his.
“In that case, maybe I do love you. And how do you feel?”
“Could we have French toast two days in a row?”

He grinned.
“Don’t wanna cook, eh?”
She giggled.
“Honestly? I loved your French toast.”
“You twisted my arm. French toast it is.” He slid her closer, wrapping an arm around her and pulling her back against his chest. His lips nuzzled her neck. “I’d rather have you for breakfast,” he murmured.
“How about me with a side of French toast?”


April stood at the sink, washing lettuce with Gavin flush up behind her. His arms were wound snugly around his wife. Mindy could guess where his hands were. His head was bent, his face buried in her neck. April’s head lay back against his shoulder, her eyes were closed. 
“Can we ride over there after dinner?” April asked.
“Course, Springtime,” Gavin said, brushing her lips with his.
“They kiss a lot,” Drew whispered loudly behind his hand.
“They’re newlyweds!” Mindy snickered. She cuddled closer to Drew on the sofa, warming herself in front of the fire.

Monday, August 5, 2013


Welcome. Another week of Rory and Hack. Probably the last until January. Last week Hack showed up at Rory's apartment after being dumped by Felicia. But Rory has taken Bruce back.
"What's he doing here?" Hack glanced from Rory to Bruce and back again.
"What are you doing here is a better question," Bruce countered.
Hack looked at Rory. "You slept with him?" 
"I...I...I" Rory mumbled.
"After the way he deserted you when you were hurt? Rory, really?"
 Hack's eyes widened and his cheeks flushed. Rory found her voice.
"You're taken, Hack. As in engaged, not available, almost married, shall I go on?'
She placed her hands on  her hips and stepped closer to him. "So what do you care who I sleep with?"
"I care when it isn't me." Hack grabbed her around the waist, pulling her up against his chest roughly, trapping her there while he claimed her mouth with a long, hard kiss. Rory squirmed but Hack had her in a vise-like grip and wouldn't let her budge.
"There'll be no more sleeping with anyone but me. Understand?" he said in an angry, gutteral tone.
"What about Miss Pipe Cleaner?"
"Gone." Hack spit out, his eyes filled with rage and lust.
"Gone?" Rory's knees weakened.
"We're not together." He smoothed his hair down.
"Not engaged?" She whispered.
"Now you're mine. Bruce, leave!" Hack fisted his hand at his side.
"Hey, wait a minute! I have priority here. I was with Rory first."
"You heard the doctor. Leave, Bruce." Rory couldn't take her gaze from Hack's face. 
"Why you little're gonna sleep with him now?"
"What did you call her?" Hack raised his fist and stepped toward Bruce.
"Okay, okay. I'm going. You can have her." Bruce put up his hands and beat it out the door before Hack could take another step.
"You're free? Her heart beat kicked up.
"You're not?" She cocked an eyebrow at him.
 "I belong to you now," he said softly, folding Rory into his embrace and all conversation stopped.