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Monday, January 25, 2021

ABIGAIL'S JOURNEY - Step into the past with this sweet historical romance!

 



Abigail Chesney has it all; a husband more loving than she could have dreamt, three healthy children, and a house on thriving farmland. She’s happy in her little world until it crashes down around her.

Losing almost everything tests Abby in ways she never expected. Can she learn to accept what she can’t change and trust those she loves? Relying on help from the people of Fitch’s Eddy, a tiny Catskill logging town, Abby discovers her own strength. Will Fate’s cruel blows crush her?  Or will love give her a new reason to go on?

  Abigail’s Journey – travel back to Colonial America, 1786, with this heartfelt, sweet, historical romance, where the flavor of the past leaps off the page.  


What readers are saying... 

 “5 stars. This is a great read for sweet romance lovers and for fans of American historicals.”  A.V.

”5 stars. I LOVED this book. The characters were well developed and likable. I gasped, cried and held my breath at different scenes. Did I mention that I loved this book? I can't wait to read more in this series. So well done!”  P.M.

5 stars

I thoroughly enjoyed this book. It's well-written and takes the reader back to a time when life was a physical as well as mental struggle to survive. Abigail is a strong woman, as pioneering women had to be. Faced with an unbearable loss she keeps her head high and does what she has to do to care for herself and her children. In a time when a marriage built on love was a luxury Abigail is fortunate to find Caleb though the angst of giving her heart a second time rings true for the time period.

This is a great read for sweet romance lovers and for fans of American historicals.” A.R.

 

READ AN EXCERPT: 


May 1786

“Pack up and get out, Chesney. I’m moving in.”

No sooner were the words out of the scoundrel’s mouth than George Chesney hit him square on the jaw. The man exploded in rage and landed two on George before bystanders pulled him away. Chesney had never been much for fighting to settle a dispute. However, when the welfare of his beloved family hung in the balance, he’d gladly trade fisticuffs with the devil himself.

Leaving the Danbury Inn, he wiped the blood off his nose. Tramping through town, he breathed deeply. The bell of the town crier stopped him.

“Seven o’clock and all is well.”

He compressed his lips together as bitterness soured his mouth. It might be seven o’clock, but all was not well, not for the Chesney family. Old Luke Morton had gambled away the deed to their farm. He had been Morton’s tenant, working the farm for the past ten years. He figured to own it outright in another five. Luke’s one whiskey too many and his losing hand at cards smashed George’s dream to bits.

Laughing in his face, the winner had dashed any hope of staying to farm the land. So, he’d lashed out at the man who’d threatened his future but had come out the worse for it in the end.

Fear spiked in George’s chest, slowing his pace. For once, he dreaded returning home. Since he was late, his beautiful wife would have kept a plate of dinner aside for him. She’d be wondering where he was. How could he tell her Morton didn’t own their farm anymore and they had to pack up and leave?

As he struggled to find words, his heartbeat sped up. Sweat poured off his forehead and soaked his shirt. He wiped his face with his sleeve and shivered in the chilly May wind under the cold light of a full moon. The sweet smell of freshly turned earth met his nose. Crops were already planted, but he’d not be around to harvest them. Where would they go? Farming was all he knew. How would he make a living and feed his family?

It didn’t help that his face had swelled and the flesh around his eye throbbed. Gently, he fingered his nose and flinched in pain. He grew angry. It wasn’t his fault Morton was an old, drunken fool.

Seemed like bad luck had dogged his steps lately. They’d lost a goat through a hole in the fence. Fox killed two chickens. He figured it was timing. He’d had the best fortune in the world to win lovely Abigail’s hand. And the three wonderful children she’d given him had brought him much joy. Now he was thirty-six years old, maybe his luck had turned.

As he drew near to the little farmhouse he’d called home, emotion choked him. How could he tell his family they’d have to leave the life they loved—the only life they knew?

Smoke curled up from the chimney and the aroma of burning logs drifted his way. Yep, his son, Samuel, had remembered to bring in wood. He could almost taste his wife’s fine stew and smell the freshly baked bread his daughter, Sarah, had put up in the afternoon.

George directed his gaze upward and uttered a prayer as he approached his home. He stopped halfway up the path to swallow hard and wipe his cheek. The wetness wasn’t blood, but tears. He took a deep, shuddering breath. No nice way to break such bad news. They were losing their home—he’d come right out with it.

He pushed the door open.

“George! I’m so glad you’re home. Where were you? We were worried.”

Speech eluded him. He stood, solid, feet spread slightly, and reached for words that wouldn’t come. His gaze hopped from his wife to each of his children in turn. They stopped what they were doing. She approached and put her hand on his arm.

The smile faded from her face. “You’re bleeding. What happened? Are you all right?”

He shook his head. “No, I’m not. And nothing is going to be all right again for a very long time.”

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Tuesday, December 22, 2020

Merry Christmas! How about a feel-good, sweet short story for the holiday? THE CHRISTMAS PARTY

 


Only $0.99! Bring a little holiday cheer into your life with 

The Christmas Party...

What do you get for Christmas for your best friend who has everything? A date with her forever-crush, right? Aaron and Patrice have been best friends since high school. This year, instead of a bottle of perfume or a new scarf, he has the supreme surprise in store for her – movie star and high school chum, Damian Wood.

Aaron’s bringing him to Patrice’s Christmas party expressly to meet her. Never mind Aaron had once crushed on her. Putting aside your own feelings to make someone else happy is a sign of true friendship, isn’t it?

Little does he know Patrice has cooked up a mighty big surprise for him, too. All is revealed at the Christmas party, where things may not be what they seem in this sweet rom-com, feel-good short story.

 

Here's an excerpt: 

An apartment on the West Side of Manhattan

Aaron North had the best Christmas present humanly possible for his best friend, Patrice Linden. Signed and sealed—the only thing missing was a bow. He’d be bringing Damian Wood to her annual Christmas Eve party.

Damian was a star of stage, screen, and Patrice’s dreams since they were fifteen. Aaron and Damian had kept up a sort of friendship since they attended McHugh High School. The actor had been in town to audition for Broadway, and while they were at lunch together, Aaron had brought up Patrice.

“The flat-chested girl with the skinny legs?” Damian sipped his latte.

“She’s changed.” Aaron had whipped out a picture and slid it across the table. Damian choked.

“Holy shit! This is Patrice Linden?”

“Yep. She’s having a Christmas Eve party, and I want to bring you. As her date. You’re her biggest wet dream.”

“Me?”

Aaron nodded. “Come on. You’re not dating anyone now, are you?”

“Well. Let me check my schedule. I’ll text you tomorrow.”

Damian had agreed. Aaron couldn’t stop smiling.

Every year Patrice would rope him into helping out with planning and decorating. He’d be doing the tree with her this year. And ordering the liquor too.

His girlfriend, Crystal, had stopped over after work. They ordered a pizza and watched a movie. Now, he’d press her into service too.

“I need to order the champagne, wine, and vodka. Call these liquor stores, Crystal. Get prices and delivery schedules, okay? We need the booze there by noon on Christmas Eve.”

“Okay.” She perused the list. “This is a lot of work for one lousy party.”

“It’s going to be a great party. The most monumental party in the world.”

“Just a Christmas party.”

“Not just a Christmas party. A liberation. You’ll see.”

She sidled up to him. “Are we getting engaged at Christmas?”

Aaron avoided her question. “Go on, get started.”

“Don’t get your knickers in a twist.” She picked up her phone and plopped down in the kitchen. His phone rang. It was his father.

“Dad?”

“Your text said you’re inviting me to a Christmas party?” he Christmas party. I want you to be a witness.”

“Witness to what?”

“Them meeting at the party. Then it’ll be over.” Aaron cradled his cell phone while he pulled a beer from the fridge.

“Over for who? Her? Or you?”

“She’ll have the man of her dreams.” He popped the top.

“Come on, Aaron. I know you’ve had the hots for this chick for like fifteen years.”

“You’re crazy. We’re just friends. She’s always wanted to be with Damian. And now she’ll get her chance. He’s finished with his last…can I say relationship? No, probably not. With his last whatever. And when I told him about Patrice and showed him her picture, he went nuts. I couldn’t believe he actually remembered her from high school.”

“So she wants to be with him, and he wants to be with her?”

“Sort of. She’ll finally get her chance.”

“For a smart man, sometimes you can be so stupid.”

“What?” Aaron reached into the cabinet and snatched a bag of potato chips.

“When are you going to make your play?”

“Never. I have Crystal.”

“I hope you’re not going to propose to her.”

“She expects it.” He grabbed a handful of chips and put them on a paper towel.

“On Christmas? Why don’t you just put coal in my stocking?”

“She’s not that bad.”

“Yes, she is, and she hates me.”

“She doesn’t hate you.” He munched on a chip.

“Are we talking about the same girl? The one with the big boobs?”

“Dad!”

“You’re throwing away your chance for happiness.”

Aaron paused before he said, “Patrice wants Damian.”

“Did she say so?”

“She spent five years talking about Damian Wood, constantly, like he’s some kind of god. I got the message.”

“And now?” his dad asked.

“Okay, maybe not so much now.”

“At all now?”

“Well, no. But I know how she feels. She’s marking time with other guys.”

“How do you know?”

He took another sip of his beer before answering, “Said she’s waiting for the right one. She means Damian.”

“You’re an idiot. I can’t talk to you. Go ahead. Throw happiness down the toilet. But don’t come crying to me. I’ve gotta go. Neighbor lady is bringing a casserole.”

Aaron snickered. “Hot and cold running women. Mom would be ashamed.”

“Mom would be thrilled. Of course, I’d rather it was her, but she’s gone. Go ahead. Be a fool. Just don’t tell me about it.”

The phone went dead.



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Tuesday, October 27, 2020

Signed Paperbacks Are here!

 Who says you can't get a signed, personalized paperback anymore? Not me. I've put 32+ of my paperbacks up on Etsy for purchase. Plus my new 2021 calendar! Same price as Amazon (in some cases, less), no shipping charge, signed and personalized any way you want. 

Great inexpensive holiday gifts! Where else can you get a gift of reading that's signed to your favorite aunt or your best friend? On Etsy, from me. Here's the list of books there so far, and the link. 

JEAN'S BOOKS ON ETSY

All books in the Pine Grove series are available.



Find all the books in the First & Tens series!


Find all the book in this series available in paper.


All Books in the Bottom of the Ninth Series are available.


The anthology is available.


The House-Sitter's Christmas is available.

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Sunny Days, Moonlit Nights, a sweet romance, is available.




April's Kiss in the Moonlight, a sweet romance is available.




                        Beyond the Bake Sale is $4.00 less than the price on Amazon!



Holiday Hearts Collection (5 novellas) is available. 






Stories from the Heart 2021 Calendar is available.





Coming this week: 

Now and Forever series 


Go to http://www.etsy.com and search by book title or Jean Joachim 

Special request? If you want one or more books you don't see here, or more of a particular book than are available, simply email me and I'll make it happen: sunnydaysbook@gmail.com 

Sunday, October 11, 2020




Welcome to the Fall RWANYC blog hop.  "Seducing his heart"  is free for everyone until 10/14 and free on Kindle Unlimited all the time.  Scroll down to return to the blog hop. 

Here's a brief excerpt:

Crash opened the door to The Wellington. Bess nodded to him as she continued on her way upstairs. Her mind on her baking, she didn’t see Candy Wayne barreling toward her. The skinny young woman plowed into Bess, knocking her bags to the ground. The contents scattered.

“Broken heel.” Candy held up half of a four-inch spiked pump before she teetered onto the elevator. When Bess swore under her breath, her pug, Dumpling, barked.

The woman looked disheveled, top half-tucked in, skirt askew. “Sorry. Sorry,” the model mumbled as the doors shut. The elevator descended, leaving Bess to clean up the mess. She heard scratching at her door and the squeaking of hinges as the one down the hall opened. Whit, wearing a fluffy white terry robe, and probably nothing else, stuck his head out.

“What the hell?”

“My dog. When she hears me, she barks.” Bess, on her knees, swept boxes of tea and bags of coffee together.

“What have you got? A Rottweiler? A shepherd?”

Bess laughed. “A pug. She thinks she’s a Rottweiler.”

“A pug?” He chuckled. “Do you need a hand?”

“I’m fine.”

“Did Candy do this?”

Bess clamped her lips together in a fine line and continued to scoop her purchases up and dump them in the bag. Dumpling kept barking.

Whit padded barefoot out of his apartment and knelt down next to Bess. He picked up several items and read the labels. “Chai tea, Kona coffee, Loganberry jam…”

Bess plucked each container out of his hand one-by-one and whisked it into the bag. “I’m doing some research on coffee and tea.”

“How interesting. My research involves sifting through dry, boring article after dry, boring article on the Internet.”

“You do what you do, and I do what I do.”

As she stood up, he handed her a package of black licorice. “Bet we’re the last two people in the city who like this stuff,” he said.

“I doubt it.” She stiffened.

As he leaned over, his robe parted, and she got a good view of his chest--totally touchable, firm, but not bodybuilder hard. Black chest hair in moderation made her fingertips tingle at the thought of running them up his pecs. With an effort, she ripped her gaze from his body and directed it to the cartons of food still on the floor.


A bit about the book:

Inside a fashionable apartment house on Manhattan’s Upper West Side, sparks fly when tenant, Bess Cooper, as delectable as the desserts she whips up on her TV baking show, bumps into her gorgeous new neighbor

 Whitfield Bass. A well-known broadcast journalist, he’s locked in a hot and heavy embrace with a stunning model, like those who accessorize his every outfit, and boudoir.  

Whit, aka Mr. No Commit, is a smooth-talking womanizer. Bess is the kind of Happily Ever After girl you make the mother of your children. Yet, against their will, they’re drawn together as powerfully as the poles of a magnet. Will she have the fortitude to survive a shattered heart?  Is Whit chasing a dream of success half a world away -- or running scared? Can scandal destroy everything Bess holds dear?

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Thursday, July 23, 2020

RWANYC BLOG TOUR! WELCOME ABOARD!



Welcome to the RWANYC Summer Blog Tour! RWA authors are posting excerpts from their works. This is from my book, "You Belong to Me." 

When you've finished reading mine, click on the link below to return to the tour and read the excerpts from other fine authors. Thanks for stopping by! 

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December

“Look, Dad!” Bobby Morrison yelled from the living room.

Holding a mug of coffee, the boy’s father, Cal, strolled into the room and peered out the window.

“Someone’s moving in,” Cal said.

“Look! A big truck,” exclaimed the boy.

Cal chuckled and rubbed his son’s head as they watched the men unloading furniture and carting it into the house.

“Go get dressed. School today.” Cal shooed Bobby away.

Curiosity riveted the older Morrison to the window. A woman appeared at the door to the small house. Her short, dark hair and the way she moved caught his eye.

“What’s she doing here? She’s not moving into that house, is she?” he said to himself.

A frown drew the corners of his mouth down. His brows knitted, and anger tightened his chest. Hadn’t Giselle Davenport done enough harm? She didn’t belong here anymore. Why had she come back? It sure wasn’t because of him. Why hadn’t she stayed in Europe, where she belonged?

He had a life in Pine Grove now. Her return would spoil things. He’d been over Giselle since themoment she left, or at least that was what he told himself. He’d found someone else, married, and had a child. So, why didn’t Giselle stay in another corner of the world?

Drawn to her against his will, he stood there, transfixed, as the burly men hauled tables, chairs, and boxes inside.

“She can’t own the place. No. She must be renting. Probably only a brief stop on her way to Timbuktu for another fancy job,” he muttered to himself. And maybe breaking another heart? At least this time, it wouldn’t be his.

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