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Saturday, August 17, 2013

COMING SOON - LOVE'S LAST CHANCE!

Here's the cover for the next book in the Hollywood Hearts series, LOVE'S LAST CHANCE (book 5). What do you think?
Here's a bit about the book:
Dorrie Rodgers left three men behind in New York when she moved to L.A. to dance the lead in a movie. Engagement to a powerful producer made her life complete. But an accident ended both her career and her engagement.

After three years of struggling along teaching yoga, Dorrie is hired to choreograph a movie. Wanting to share her joy at this fabulous chance to resurrect her career, she is determined to end her single status.  

Questioning her decision to leave each of three attractive men five years ago in New York, Dorrie returns to the Big Apple for one more day with each. Was she hasty in her decisions to leave them behind? Will one of these men make her change her mind? Will her return to the past bring the love she is seeking or will loneliness propel her back into the arms of the one man who broke her heart? 
Coming out in two weeks.
Have you read book 4, MOVIE LOVERS? 
A bit about the book:

Can revenge turn to regret? Humiliated by a slick producer and her sister’s co-star, Grace uses the Internet for payback. But the scheme turns sour, robbing Grace of the only happiness she’s known since the death of her beloved mother. Can she regain her self-respect as well as the respect of the man she loves and rebuild her life?   







Monday, August 12, 2013

TUESDAY TALES - PICTURE PROMPT

I'm exploring a little bit of a new series to be published by Secret Cravings in 2014 called The Monday Night Dinner Club - or some such -- in this week's picture prompt. We're in one of my favorite places on Earth, Fire Island. 


THE MONDAY DINNER CLUB

Bess Hastings stooped to pick up the abandoned sandals. Rory’s always forgetting things. An absent-minded writer. Bess smiled as she stood by the steps, staring at the sea. Fire Island was one of her favorite places on Earth. 
 The cottage in Fair Harbor she inherited from her parents only had two bedrooms but it was big enough to house Bess and her three best friends, members of the Monday Dinner Club.

The breeze from the ocean cooled her enough so that heat from the hot July sun wasn't unbearable. The crashing waves soothed her, but not enough to remove Wyatt Jamison from her thoughts. He’s a famous New York newscaster. What would he want with a plump baker? Plump? Maybe chubby is more like it. 
Still the image of him locked out of his Manhattan apartment across the hall from her remained.There he stood, all six-foot one-inch of him, dark almost black hair, still wet from the shower. 
A fluffy white terry robe belted around his waist. Bare feet and legs indicated he wasn’t wearing anything else. She shivered. Gray eyes implored her help, so she let him use her phone and wait in her apartment until someone came to unlock his door. Usually loquacious, Bess could hardly speak, responding to his questions with one-word answers.

“Hey, Bess! Bring my shoes,” Rory called. Jolted

from her reverie, Bess wandered down the wooden 

path to join the group. The sight of her three friends 

stretched out on towels on the sand brought warmth 

to her heart. Miranda, Sandy and Rory. What would I 

do without them? Forget Wyatt Jamison. He’s out of 

my league. Quickly engulfed in the chatter of the 

women, Bess filed the sexy newsman in the never-

to-be-dated department, then plopped down next to 

her pals.
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Saturday, August 10, 2013

SWEET CRAVINGS BLOG HOP! LEAVE A COMMENT, BE ENTERED TO WIN A BOOK!


 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.
Please leave a comment and you'll be entered to win a copy of UNDER THE MIDNIGHT MOON. Don't forget your email addy. No comments without emails will be entered to win. 
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? 
MINDY 
“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?”
DREW
“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

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. 
GAVIN 
“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.