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Wednesday, June 16, 2021


         Hello, gentle readers! Hope you are all well and staying safe!
Well, I did it. Took me a long time to decide (I’ve been mulling this over for the past two months), but yeah, I finally bit the bullet and bought…a swing for my patio. I know this is not as momentous as say purchasing a new house or a new car, but for me, it was pretty big.
Why did it take so long? Two reasons.
Number One: I’m not one of those who feels comfortable spending money on things that are not necessary and really, a porch swing is not necessary, but in many ways, it kinda is. The DH and I spend a lot of time outside on the patio (even in this blistering heat).
And Number Two: I couldn’t decide between a swing or a glider. I kept going back and forth, back and forth, looking at the pictures, reading the reviews, reading the descriptions and I just…couldn’t decide (though I did promise myself—and the DH—that I would make my decision by Saturday, which was yesterday). There were advantages (and disadvantages, not to mention fond memories) to both. What finally made me decide on the swing as opposed to the glider?
It was on sale and if you know me at all, you know I love a good sale. Plus the swing had “cushier” cushions, whereas the glider did not. These old bones need cushion!
I loved swings as a kid…loved that feeling of almost flying, pumping my feet, trying to get ever higher, making the pole come up out of the ground on the swing set in my yard (the swings at the park were bigger, so you could go higher). It was freeing.

I never lost that love over the years, but I will tell you, as a responsible adult, I will no longer be trying to go that high. No, a nice gentle rocking is more my style now (I’m no daredevil and as I mentioned many times before, I’m not as young as I used to be).
Hmmm, I think I might have to write a swing into my current work in progress. I can already picture the scene in my head. Best get to it.
Stay well! Stay safe! And remember to spread kindness wherever you go!


Sunday, June 13, 2021

New Release - WYATT by Nyssa Kathryn



Project Arma, Book 5


Nyssa Kathryn

A story that could cost her everything…

Investigative journalist Quinn Ross isn’t a woman who can just let major news pass her by. So, when she stumbles across a story like no other, she makes it her mission to report it to the masses.

She doesn’t count on the lengths to which some may go to keep her story from seeing the light of day. When Quinn suddenly finds herself in need of escape, she heads straight for tiny Marble Falls and her brother, Mason.

When he’s not running his company’s IT department, Wyatt Gray—former SEAL and co-owner of Marble Protection—spends every spare minute searching for those who betrayed him. The ones who turned him and his teammates into something beyond mere mortals. He doesn’t have time for distractions—but that’s exactly what he gets, in the form of his best friend’s sassy, spunky, sexy sister…who’s moved in right across the hall.

From the moment they meet, Quinn and Wyatt’s chemistry is combustible. But they both have big secrets. Then there’s Mason, who may consider Wyatt a brother, but he might still kill him for lusting after his baby sister.

But soon, none of that matters. When a killer sets his sights on Quinn, any chance at happiness with Wyatt may end before it’s had a chance to begin.

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Quinn flicked her gaze from the TV to Wyatt, then back again.  

The man wasn’t touching her. Not even close. In fact, an entire person could fit between them on the couch.

She’d sat down first, expecting him to sit close. He hadn’t. He’d sat down on the other end. At least a shoulder-to-shoulder touch would be better than the ridiculous distance between them.

Was it possible she smelled bad? She’d jumped in the shower as soon as she’d gotten home, but it had been quick. Plus, she probably hadn’t spent as much time washing as usual because she’d spent the entire time thinking of different ways to maim Darren if he ever got close to her again.

“Did I choose the wrong movie?”

No. You chose the wrong seat.

Quinn drew her attention back to Wyatt. If she was honest, she had no idea what was going on with the movie. Not a single clue. “Sorry, I’m a bit distracted.”

“A bit” was one big fat understatement.

“What’s got you distracted?”

The story. Her old boss. Why the heck Wyatt was still so damn far away from her. “It’s nothing.”

Wyatt’s expression didn’t change. He just sat there looking perfect, waiting for her to spill her guts. Wasn’t going to happen.


When his attention flicked back to the screen, a moment of irritation swirled through her. The man didn’t even attempt to scoot closer. There was no sneaky arm around the back of the couch. No subtle shuffle. Nothing.

“So, tell me, why no romance movies?” he asked.

Quinn scoffed. “They fill women’s heads with lies, giving them unrealistic expectations of dating in the real world.”

Wyatt chuckled. “That’s a bold statement. Give me an example.”

Had the man never watched a romance movie?

“Okay, how about the grand gestures of love, which are painted as normal. Flying the woman to Europe at a moment’s notice, organizing flash mobs, filling rooms with a thousand roses. That’s not real. Men don’t do that.”

His attention remained on the TV. “Some guys probably do that. Maybe you haven’t been spending time with the right men.”

Well, that was a given. “Come on, do you know anyone who’s done any of those things?”

Wyatt’s silence gave her the answer she was looking for.

“Romance today is a card and a kiss on Valentine’s Day. A bouquet of flowers on an anniversary. And that’s if you’re lucky.”

Wyatt lifted his shoulder. “Women could always go the extra mile for the man.”

“Oh, I’m sure they do. However, when the reciprocation stops, so do the gestures.”

His brows pulled together. “I didn’t know you were such a pessimist.”

“I prefer the term realist.” She gave Wyatt an innocent smile. It did kind of sound like she hated men. And romance. And love. Which wasn’t true at all. She just preferred the real and the raw. It saved her from disappointment. “Take us, for example,” Quinn continued. “In any romance movie, the guy would not be sitting so far from the girl.”

And close proximity on a movie night wasn’t even a large expectation. Not in Quinn’s mind, at least.

“You’d like me to sit closer?”

“Yes.” She’d prefer the man to be a lot closer. “I’d also like to know if I smell bad.”

Wyatt wrinkled his nose in confusion. “You don’t smell bad. You smell good. Really good. It’s actually a large reason for the distance.”

Smelling good didn’t sound like a reason for distance to her. “Why would me smelling good make you want to sit over there?”

“Because the closer I am, the more I want to touch you. And if I start touching you, I probably won’t be able to stop.”

A warmth heated in Quinn’s chest. “And why is that a bad thing?” It only sounded good to Quinn. Really good.

Wyatt ran a hand through his hair. It was the first time she’d seen him look uncomfortable. Like he didn’t want to tell her the reason.

Then it hit Quinn. “It’s because of my brother, isn’t it?”

When Wyatt’s silence continued, Quinn knew she’d hit the nail on the head.

Blowing out a frustrated breath, she began to stand, but stopped at Wyatt’s hand on hers.

“I like you. A lot. But your brother is like family to me. I feel like I should speak to him first, preferably in person, before anything happens between us.”

Quinn loved her brother. But he had no place in this relationship. He had no place in this room. “If you like me, kiss me.”

About Nyssa ~

Nyssa Kathryn is a romantic suspense author. She lives in South Australia with her daughter and hubby and takes every chance she can to be plotting and writing. Always an avid reader of romance novels, she considers alpha males and happily-ever-afters to be her jam. 

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Friday, June 11, 2021

Veronica Reviews - A TIME OF END by Kathryn LeVeque



A Time of End

(Executioner Knights #4)


Kathryn LeVeque



Historical Romance

“I think I have loved you since before I met you.”

Alexander de Sherrington, known by his friends as Sherry, is one of the fiercely infamous Executioner Knights.  Deadly to a fault and loyal to William Marshall and England, these knights will follow orders without question.  William Marshall has surrounded himself with devoted agents, and on their next assignment, he has added “the Ghost” to aid Sherry and his crew to determine what new threat is plotting against King John.  While not favored, King John is still their sovereign, and it is their duty to protect him.

Christin de Lohr is smart, witty, fearless, and a spy for William Marshall.  Known as “the Ghost”, Christin is able to ferret out information in ways a man cannot, and she’s quite deadly if the need arises.  Asked to travel to Norwich with Sherry and his men, Christin finds herself growing fond of the legendary knight and surprised he too is falling in love with her.  But when King John sets his sites on the beautiful daughter of his long-time enemy, Sherry is prepared to do battle against any man, even the king himself, to save his beloved.

For over 25 years, the powerful Christopher de Lohr and King John have been at odds.  To keep the peace, William Marshall does his best to keep these two apart, but when King John abducts Christopher’s oldest daughter, Christin, to wed his bastard son, there is no power on heaven or earth that will keep vengeance from being sought by Christopher…unless Christin’s love beats him to it…

If you are new to Kathryn Le Veque’s writing, this is the perfect series to start!  Le Veque is a master storyteller when it comes to medieval romance, and I devoured this romance in one setting!  Anxiously awaiting the next installment and truly wish I could give more than 5 Stars! 

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Wednesday, June 9, 2021

The Accidental Text by Becky Monson

 The only way to handle a difficult loss is to text them.  Even if they are dead.

Maggie's mom passed after a hard battle of cancer in the heat of Phoenix.  Maggie resorted to texting her mom's phone, making sure no one else touched the phone and found her out, to keep the connection alive.

Maggie's brother, sister, and father work together at the family's car-wrapping business.  Plenty people around for Maggie to talk to, but she requested that her dad kept her mom's phone line paid for for a little while.

Well, the number was paid for and a mysterious recipient reads the texts and finally answers.

How ironic, but Chase just lost his mom, too.  

An interchange of texting and a couple innocent meet-ups, brings two sad and lonely hearts together.  Granted, it can't be perfect because that only happens in the movies.  What would the family think of how they met?  Do they need each other for more than just consolation?  

A cute and simple story , which doesn't go deep into personalities or plot.  If you're in for an easy, peaceful read, this story will fill the glass.

Happy reading,



Sunday, June 6, 2021

New Release ~ A COWBOY KIND OF LOVE by Donna Grant


A Cowboy Kind of Love

Heart of Texas, Book 6


Donna Grant

A dashing cowboy gets his second chance at romance in A Cowboy Kind Of Love, the next book in the Heart of Texas series by New York Times bestselling author Donna Grant.

Who wants to rodeo again?


Jace Wilder has been rebuilding his life since the love of his life, Taryn, up and left town unexpectedly. But when she mysteriously returns, Jace’s dependable world comes crashing down. Taryn is hiding a dangerous secret, and no matter how hard he tries, Jace can’t stay away—especially when Taryn is at risk. And especially when the attraction he thought he’d buried long ago is back and hotter than ever. Will he be able to trust Taryn again?

Taryn Hillman’s world fell apart one horrifying night, and it’s never been the same since. When she sees a small chance at untangling herself, she takes it, though it means returning to Clearview—and seeing Jace again. But when he vows to protect her, will Taryn take a chance, and this time, never let him go?

“A captivating romance novel with a sexy cowboy making this perfect for anyone who loves a steamy romantic read.”—Fresh Fiction on My Favorite Cowboy

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Jace came awake suddenly from the nightmare. He took a few moments to make sure the dream had faded away enough that he wouldn’t get dragged back into those memories. It had taken him a long time to pull himself from those. Thankfully, they only bothered him occasionally now, which was much better than when he had first been rescued, and the nightmares plagued him every time he closed his eyes.

With his head feeling as if an entire football team took turns kicking him, he saw the bright light from the window from behind his closed lids. His mouth felt like cotton. He tried to swallow and realized that he was lying face down on the sofa. That’s when he heard a jingle on repeat.

He cracked open one eye to find his best friend, Cooper Owens, sitting in a chair opposite him, playing the stupid game on his phone that drove Jace bananas simply because Cooper always had to leave the music on. Because it annoyed Jace.

“Rise and shine, Sleeping Beauty,” Cooper said without looking away from the screen.

Jace shut his eye and wished he could go back to sleep. But first, he needed to stop the pounding in his head. He used his arms to push himself up. The effort that took told him that he had imbibed a little too much the night before. The problem was that it took more and more each time he needed to numb himself from the pain.

“What are you doing here?” he asked as he rolled onto his side.

Cooper didn’t immediately answer until he had won his level. Then, he lowered the phone and looked at Jace. “Ryan. He didn’t think you should be left alone. He got called to an emergency, so he phoned me.”

“Stop giving me that holier-than-thou look,” Jace grumbled. “I seem to recall babysitting you when you got drunk.”

Cooper scratched his neck. “Yep. You sure have. But this is your second time this week.”

“No, it isn’t,” Jace said. But the minute the words were out of his mouth, he knew that his friend was right.

Cooper leaned forward and put his phone on the coffee table between them. “I’d just crawled into bed with Marlee when Ryan called.”

It went unsaid that both Cooper and Marlee were irritated with Jace. Not that he blamed them. He would feel the same in their shoes. Jace managed to shift so he was sitting on the couch. That’s when he looked down and found himself in nothing but his boxer briefs.

“You can thank Ryan for that,” Cooper said, not bothering to hide his smile. “Apparently, you were adamant about getting naked. He somehow managed to make you keep your briefs on, though I’m not sure I want to know how.” The smile died as he licked his lips. “You’re spiraling out of control.”

Jace ran a hand down his face and closed his eyes. The phrase rode hard and put up wet didn’t even come close to describing how poorly he felt. That in itself should have been enough to make sure he didn’t drink that much again for some time. But he knew it wouldn’t.

“Jace?” Cooper said.

He looked at his best friend, noting the seriousness on Cooper’s face. “I know.”

“Do you? Because you’re worrying the hell out of me. We’ve been down this road before.”

Thankfully, Cooper didn’t say her name. Jace never said it either—except in his dreams. He leaned forward and propped his elbows on his thighs as he dropped his face into his hands. “F*ck.”

The chair creaked as Cooper rose. Jace heard him go into the kitchen. A moment later, Cooper returned and set something on the table. “Hair of the dog.”

Jace immediately reached for the shot of tequila and drank it. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and set the glass back on the coffee table. The shot helped a little, but only time—as well as some water and food—would mend what the alcohol had done. “Thanks.”

Cooper sat back down and released a sigh. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“Nope.” The last thing Jace wanted to do was rehash what had happened the day before that’d sent him straight to the bottle. After all these years, he should be over her. Why couldn’t his heart let her go? Why couldn’t he find someone new? His three friends had. Was he destined to spend his life alone?

Maybe that was it. Perhaps he’d had his shot with her and had done something to screw it up, which then caused her to leave. He’d never know since she hadn’t said anything to him. He’d simply gone to her house one morning, and she was gone. No trace left behind. Not even his friends in law enforcement could find her.

“Maybe you need to go back to your therapist,” Cooper offered. “He did wonders to help you get past everything that happened when you were a POW.”

Jace shot him a smile and said, “You sound like my mom.”

Cooper didn’t respond to the jest. “Because we’re worried.”

“I know,” he said and got to his feet. He moved too quickly, and the room spun. Jace fell back onto the sofa and dropped his head onto the cushion. “How many more times do I have to say that I’m all right before y’all start believing me?”

“I think you’ve reached the limit.”

Jace twisted his lips as he stared at the ceiling. “Yeah. You’re probably right.”

“You aren’t alone in this.”

But he was. Jace didn’t argue with Cooper because he knew what his friend meant. However, Cooper, Brice, and Caleb all had women of their own now. Brice was a father, as well. Their families came before anything else.

Jace lifted his head and met Cooper’s forest green eyes. “Go home to Marlee and have breakfast with her.”

“It’s nearly one in the afternoon.”

Jace shrugged. “Then have lunch.”

“She’s with her parents. You and I are going to grab some food. Take a shower. You need it.”

Jace made a face but got up—slower this time—and headed to his room. Once in the shower, he stood beneath the spray for a long time before starting to wash. As he did, his mind drifted. He recalled coming home the night before and thinking he saw Taryn. She had looked so real, but he knew that wasn’t the case. Jace tried to put it out of his mind as he finished bathing and dried off.

He raked his hands through his hair and opted not to shave since the last thing he needed was to put a razor in a hand that still shook from the effects of the alcohol. He found some clothes and dressed before walking from his room to find Cooper returning from feeding the cat on the back porch.

“You look better,” Cooper said.

Jace shrugged. “Showers can do wonders.”

“How’s the head?”

“Still pounding.”

“Your truck is at the bar. I’ll drop you by after you’ve gotten some food. You always feel better after you eat,” Cooper said.

Jace couldn’t argue with him. After putting on his cowboy hat and grabbing some sunglasses, the two of them walked from the house and were immediately blasted by the Texas heat.

“It’s going to be a scorcher of a summer,” Cooper said when Jace made a sound. “Especially if it’s this hot in June.”

Jace put on his sunglasses as he hurried to the truck. Cooper’s chuckle didn’t help matters. The bright sun after a night of hard drinking was always difficult to bear. A comfortable silence fell between them as Cooper drove to one of their favorite places to eat. They didn’t speak until they were inside the restaurant and greeted by the employees who knew them both by name.

In minutes, they were in their preferred booth at the back, their hats hanging on hooks on the wall. After they ordered, Cooper put his arms on the table. He looked Jace square in the eyes and said, “What happened yesterday?”


He shot Jace a dry look. “I know it wasn’t the date she left.”

Jace sighed loudly. “If you must know, it was the anniversary of the first time I saw her.”

“You keep up with that?” Cooper asked incredulously. “I can’t remember when I first met Marlee.”

“Bullshit. You can try that on anyone else. Not me.”

Cooper’s face broke into a grin. “All right. You’ve got me. I do know. But only because it wasn’t that long ago.”

“Trust me. If Marlee left, you’d remember all sorts of dates. The day you first saw her, the day you asked her out, the day you first kissed, the day you first told her you loved her.”

“And the day she left,” Cooper replied in a soft voice.

Without bothering to answer, Jace looked out the window to the parking lot. The pain had been unbearable yesterday, and it wasn’t much better today. Especially not after the dream he’d had about her. That day with the ride out to the river had been a perfect one. The weather had been temperate, the sky the brightest blue he’d ever seen, and the river slow. They had made love in the water before basking beneath the sun on a blanket. Then they had ridden around the property, stopping to walk, talk, kiss and make love again.

Every day with Taryn had been special.

“It’s been almost five years. We may not be blood, but you’re my brother in any way I look at it. I know you loved her, but it’s time to let her go. It’s time to move on.”

Jace jerked his head back to Cooper. “Don’t you think I’ve tried?”

“I don’t think you’ve tried hard enough,” Cooper replied, though there was no heat in his words. “I think you’re holding on because you believe she was your one and only chance.”

“Maybe she was.”

Cooper rolled his eyes and sat back. “Now I’m the one calling bullshit. If you really wanted to move on, you could.”

“Some people don’t.”

“After everything you survived while in the military—”

Jace glared at him. “Don’t finish that sentence.”

“Fair enough,” Cooper said as he raised his hands in defeat.

Jace shook his head, angry at himself for getting so riled up at his friend voicing the very things he told himself. “I’m sorry.”

“No, you’re right. I shouldn’t have gone there,” Cooper said.

“You’re my friend, my brother. You’ve never hesitated to tell me the harsh reality, just as I never spared you. I shouldn’t ask you to do it now.”

Cooper put his hands in his lap. “You’re one of the best men I know. You’ve been through hell and back. And despite it all, you smile. If anyone deserves to find happiness, it’s you. I want you to know that. Just because she gave up on you doesn’t mean there isn’t someone out there who won’t. Someone whose family accepts you and welcomes you into their lives. Someone who won’t keep things from you or run off in the middle of the night.”

“There are things we probably don’t know.”


Jace narrowed his eyes at Cooper. Something in his friend’s voice caused Jace to be wary. “What does that mean?”

“Nothing,” Cooper said with a shrug. “I’m agreeing with you.”

“No, you know something.”

Cooper spread his arms. “I don’t.”

“You contacted Cash, didn’t you?” Jace stated.

Cooper dropped his chin to his chest and blew out a breath. After a moment, he looked at Jace. “I did.”


Cooper briefly lowered his gaze to the table. “A couple of months ago.”


“Cash was having problems locating her. And when Marlee found out that I hired Cash, she chewed my ass real good for butting my nose into your business. She said that if you wanted to hire someone, you could have. I realized she was right, and I told Cash to stop looking for her.”

“Good.” But the more Jace thought about it, the more he considered hiring Cash himself. He needed answers about why Taryn had left. Cash could give that to him.

If he dared to look.

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New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Donna Grant has been praised for her "totally addictive" and "unique and sensual" stories. Her latest acclaimed series, Dark Kings, features a thrilling combination of dragons, Fae, and immortal Highlanders who are dark, dangerous, and irresistible. She lives with her two children and an assortment of animals in Texas.

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