MEET MIRANDA!

Meet Miranda Bradford, heroine of TO LOVE OR NOT TO LOVE.  
    She works two jobs: walking dogs to put food on the table and writing plays, her first love. Miranda is the daughter of Shaw Bradford, the late, famous Shakespearean actor, and his wife, Susan, a nurse. 
   Miranda, or Mira, to her friends and family, is a strong woman. Life has not been easy for them, since her father died. She was seventeen at the time. He had been her idol and she had been devastated. When her mother went back to work, Miranda had to turn down a scholarship and go to college in NYC, so she could look out for her little sister, who was twelve.

   Miranda is a beautiful woman, with raven hair and bright blue/green eyes. Her mother suffers from emphysema. Since her sister is in design school, Mira takes care of her mother after the dog walking duties are over. They are close, but also drive each other a little crazy at times. 
   Miranda can't stay overnight at a guy's house as she's afraid to leave her mom alone, so men frequently wander away when they see her family "baggage." Then Miranda meets Penn. 

He's handsome, wealthy and attentive. She finds him sweet. He appears taken with her, and understands about her life. In fact he comments on how much he admires her devotion to her family and that she's such a giving person. 
All goes well until a secret is revealed, blowing the couple apart. What happens next? You'll have to read the book to find out. Here's a snippet to whet your appetite.

“You’ve shaved and even used aftershave. Running into me was no accident.”

He blushed bright red. “Caught.”

“I think it’s cute.”

“Cute? Ouch. You really know how to hurt a guy.”

“Sorry.”

“See if you think this is cute,” he said, engulfing her in a strong embrace while he kissed her silly, his tongue demanding entrance, his arms holding her tight. When he broke, she gasped for air. A slow, sensuous grin crossed his lips. “Cute?”

“Earth shattering.”

“You might say,” he said, chuckling.

Miranda licked her lips. “Remind me to call you cute again real soon.”

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MEET MIRANDA, PENN AND ROMEO AND JULIET! TO LOVE OR NOT TO LOVE -- NEW RELEASE

I'd like to share my new release with you. If you like love, romance and pugs, this series is for you.
TO LOVE OR NOT TO LOVE

A varied and rich story about a young, hard-working woman and the wealthy, lonely, young man she meets. 
Drawn together by dogs and laughter, Miranda and Penn fall in love. Until they each discover the true identity of the other. Then love sours. Or does it? 

Here are a few excerpts.

She held the dogs while he knelt down and cleaned her wound. His long fingers gently washed off the lather with a wet towel and then dried the gash. Bruising and swelling had already begun. He tried to keep his attention focused on her knee, but managed to steal a peek at her chest when she leaned forward.

 ****

Maggie, John’s wife and Penn’s cook and housekeeper, came in to clear out the dishes.
“Looks like Penn has a new girlfriend,” John said, training the binoculars on the park.
“And you’re spying on him?” Maggie asked him, reaching for them.
“Just to get a glimpse of her.” John moved out of her range.
“Now, now, give me those. The poor lad is entitled to privacy.”
“Hope he doesn’t muck it up this time.”
“You have no faith in our boy.” Maggie put Penn’s empty mug inside the small bowl.
“Wish I did,” John said, still searching.

Maggie pulled on his arm. “Come in now. You’ll meet her soon enough if he takes her out.”

“I suppose,” John said, putting down the glasses and helping his wife remove the dishes.

“I’m praying Uncle Alfred doesn’t stick his nose in.” Maggie turned on the water in the kitchen sink.

“Everyone’s a fortune hunter in his eyes, unless she’s got millions of her own.”

Maggie chuckled. “And if she does, she’s boring as dirt.”

 ****

She took a sip and looked up as Penn brought his mouth to hers. His hand on her waist pulled her closer to him. She put the glass down on a table, almost upsetting it to put her arms around his neck. His fingers stroked the soft silk of the back of her camisole as his tongue invaded her mouth, exploring, coaxing, seducing, creating heat. Then, she took a deep breath and stepped away.
“Do you always start with dessert?” she teased, moving back to the railing, running her tongue over her bottom lip, watching him.
He laughed. “Is that a promise?”
“No promises,” she shot back, turning her eyes to the view again.
He walked over to stand behind her and put his hand on her shoulder. His touch on her cool flesh warmed more than her skin. He gently slid the delicate camisole strap down and bent, kissing her where it had lain. His cupped her shoulder while he inched his fingers down her chest until they rested on the exposed top of her breast. Desire raced through her veins, pooling between her legs.

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TUESDAY TALES - BLOOM

Welcome! This week Tuesday Tales word prompt is "bloom". I'm taking you back to Griff Montgomery's story in the First & Ten series. Seems as if Griff has found a woman he wants who doesn't want him. So he's asking his sister, who moved to San Francisco, for help.

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“I’ve met someone,” Griff said into the phone to his sister, Kathy.

“Fantastic! Who is she?”

“She’s not exactly interested in me. In fact, she’s barely speaking to me.”

“What did you do?” The irritation in her voice was palpable.

“Nothing. She said pro football guys are man-whores.”

“That’s kinda true, isn’t it?”

“Maybe. At one time. Okay, it was. Back in the day. But not now.”

“You’ll have to prove it.”

“How the hell do I do that? Become a monk?”

Kathy laughed. “Like that’s even possible.”

“Looking for some suggestions here.”

“You’ve got to build her trust. Be nice to her.” 

“I am.”

“Without expecting something back. Trust doesn’t happen in five minutes after one good deed. You’ve got to sew the seeds.”

“Sew the seeds? Have you become a writer?”

“Do you want my advice or do you want to smart-mouth me?”

“Okay, okay. Sew the seeds.”

“Then shine on them, surround them with warmth. And they’ll bloom.”

“You’ve taken up gardening?”

“I’m hanging up, asshole.”

“No, no. Wait, Kathy. I’m sorry.”

“Kill her with kindness with no expectations.”

“And love will bloom?”

“Love, eh? You’re interested in love?”

Griff realized he’d admitted too much. “Thanks for the help. Gotta go.” He hung up his cell and sank down on a bench in the park. He wiped off the sweat on his face from running and sat back.

 He’d never hung around long enough to let anything bloom with the women he’d bedded. The closest he came was the chick in Los Angeles. Because of the time difference, the team always arrived early. He’d spend two nights with Angela instead of one.

He found her talk of celebrities and clothes totally boring, and always left, glad to return home. His sister, a stay-at-home-mom was more interesting than sexy Angela who could give a good blow job, but never read a newspaper. Sew the seeds. Where do I start? He opened his phone as he headed back.

“Lauren, how would you like Kathy’s season box seats? Yeah. Two. You can bring your brother, too. What? How much? Nothing. A gift. You’re welcome.”

He placed the phone in the back pocket of his shorts and grinned. Seed one, sown. He broke into a loping gait and ran home.

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