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Thursday, March 6, 2014


Thank you all for entering. The two winners are: 
Thank you to all who left comments and stopped by. I'm contacting the winners by email. 

There are 2 wonderful grand prizes:
1st Grand Prize: (1) $Paperwhite Kindle
2nd Grand Prize: (1) $25 Amazon Gift Card
My Prize is your choice of ANY 3 of my ebooks! 
(USA and International entries welcome)
In order to be entered in the grand prize drawing, all you have to do is leave your comment at each blog with an email address. Please no more than one comment per blog.Two winners will be chosen at random and notified no later than March 15, 2014. 
Here are a few sentences from my first 2 books in my new series, MANHATTAN DINNER CLUB and my spring pictures.

An unexpected sentence from a judge puts arrogant Hack Roberts, and sarcastic Rory Sampson in a tight spot together. Will attraction trump attitude? 

(Books #1)

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“I’m going to be typing sex stuff?”
“Did I say sex?” 
“No, but romance and sex go hand in hand, right?” 
“Hand in Hand? I might not put it exactly like that…maybe hand and uh…something else,” she giggled. He blushed furiously at her joke and shifted to face the desk.

 (Snippet from book 1)

Gorgeous, marriage-phobic, Whitfield Bass hides his heart. Sexy baker across the hall, Bess, tempts him. Will fleeing to Asia keep him free or will freedom break his heart?  

(Book #2 - Released March 7!!)

“I live here, too.” The man pulled his tie loose and unbuttoned the top button of his shirt. 
“So, you’re the new owner of fifteen B?” Tall, lean, gorgeous black hair. And those eyes. Wow. Familiar face.
“Guilty. And you’re the little, old lady?” His cool gaze traveled her length and back in a heartbeat. A slow grin curled his perfect lips. “Remarkably well-preserved.”  (Snippet from book 2)
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Fresh-faced quarterback Mark thinks he’s scored a touchdown after winning actress Penny Thatcher’s affection. But a public revelation soon threatens his chances…. Is love the one game he can’t win? A charming will-they-won’t-they romance.

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I celebrate spring by walking in the park, taking pictures, and reading.
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Monday, March 3, 2014


Welcome! Time for Tuesday Tales. The word prompt is "pale" this week. Here's another excerpt from my WIP:
It had been three weeks since Jory got a letter from Bryce. Scenario after scenario rolled through her mind about what might have happened. She tried to convince herself she wasn’t in love with him. If she didn’t love him, what did it matter if he’d decided to stop writing? But that didn’t cut it. Every day she lingered in the post office at nine o’clock, waiting for Martha to distribute the mail to the boxes. And each day, she dreaded the look of pity in the Post Mistress’s eyes as she glanced at Jory and shook her head.
He's busy. He’s not interested. He’s met someone else. He’s dead. She shuddered at the last thought. Sitting at her desk, she forced herself to look at the page in front of her and pick up her red pen. Before she could get her first edit down, her phone rang.
“Hey, Jory, it's Marsha. Do you know where Julie is?” It was her friend who worked at the rehab facility in Oak Bend.
“I thought she was home.”
“Nope. Tried there. Some guy here named Bryce is looking for her.”
Jory’s heart stopped. Her breath caught and her mouth went dry.
“Bryce. He’s a patient here. Asked me if I knew Julie.” 
Oh, shit! “I’ll tell her to call you,” Jory said and hung up.
A thousand thoughts whizzed through her mind. Her pulse soared. At least he’s alive. She looked up at the sound of her ex-boyfriend’s voice.
“What happened? Get a ‘Dear Jane’ letter from lover boy?” The bitter edge to George’s voice snapped her back to life. “You look pale, Jory. Are you all right?” His eyebrows creased with concern.