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Friday, December 2, 2022

AN UNDONE DAY IS DANGEROUS!

 Hey, ya'all, how the heck are ya? Did you survive your tryptophan-induced coma? LOL Well, I avoided it this year by doing burnt ends instead and it was freaking yummy!!! But I gotta be honest...I sort of missed all that went with the "bird thing". And I thought I could go without a pumpkin pie. Well...that will never happen again. Apparently, I cannot because I have been craving one for a week now. Sigh. Guess I'm gonna have to make a trip to the store soon 'cuz it ain't goin' away.

So...that said, let's talk about one of the days I had last week. I've decided to call it an "undone day"...one of those days where nothing gets done, seems like everything you try to do either won't get done or unravels later to leave you feeling...well....undone. An undone day is something you really do need to take seriously, as it can easily lead to a series of explosions. Let me 'splain what I mean.

First you make the coffee. But when you go to do that, you find that the coffee pot has been closed up in the dishwasher overnight and you forgot to run it the night before...undone step #1. So you decide to rescue the pot, start the dishwasher, and wash out the pot by hand...but the dish soap dispenser is empty...undone step #2. You go in search of more dish soap and find there is none because you forgot to order it the last time you got groceries (#3), so you settle for washing the pot out with hand soap.  Don't judge...we all know I'm dysfunctional.

The next thing is to put coffee in the little basket, but the coffee canister is empty as well (#4). This prompts a flurry of frantic activity as you search for a full container of coffee in the bottom of your chest freezer, only to find the coffee covered over with frozen gems you had no clue were in there. You finally tunnel down to the coffee, manage to get both the coffee and the water into the coffeemaker and you walk away, forgetting to hit the "on" button (#5). Ten minutes later when you return, still comatose, to pour a cup of coffee, there is nothing to pour.  Sigh. You hit the button and go to find something else to screw up.

Hungry, you decide that a bowl of hot cereal sounds good, and you have become very adept at making it in the microwave in less than 3 minutes. Perfect! But after the cereal has been made, butter and sweetener added, you find that you are out of milk (#6). Seriously? So you try adding a little water to thin it...because you like making it very thick...but it just dilutes the taste. Time to try coffee creamer. Other than adding the flavor of caramel, it actually works well enough to be edible.  (Finally, something goes right!)

However...............you decide it would be a good idea to carry breakfast to your bedroom where you are writing in your recliner this morning. All goes well and you get it there without mishap. But...while eating your cereal, you get distracted and set the bowl down on the table...well, sort of on the table. And because it's not fully seated, it tips off the edge and launches hot cereal across the carpet in a five-foot arch of gooey mess quickly soaking into your precious carpet. You run for the carpet cleaner, only to find that you only have half a squirt left (#7).


~ AND THIS IS WHERE THAT SERIES OF EXPLOSIONS BEGINS ~

(it is also where I quit counting undone events)

Well, that's the story about the morning I found myself kicking footwear across my bedroom...flipflops and cowgirl boots airborne in all directions.  It's my story, explosive and eruptive, and I’m stickin’ to it.  Hang on tight now ‘cuz we’re gonna go real, real fast! 

Love ya,


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Wednesday, November 30, 2022

A Hallmark Christmas

 

    Hello, gentle readers! Hope you all had a lovely Thanksgiving (I’m still eating leftovers and I haven’t counted a single carb in over a week!)! 
    So, my DH had back surgery a couple weeks ago. I took some PTO to be with him during his recuperation and I’m really enjoying spending this time with him (even though I worry constantly and sympathize with his pain…so not easy seeing someone you love in pain, especially when you know what they have to do to have a successful recovery). He’s doing well though, improving every day, and for that I’m thankful.
    An interesting thing I’ve discovered about him after almost forty-two years of marriage…my DH likes all those holiday movies on Hallmark (Lifetime, too). Now, I’ve always loved them (they speak to my sappy side--I do have one though I don’t show it often and I admit, some of them have brought me to happy tears), but I didn’t know he did.
    It’s been eye-opening to say the least. 
    My DH is not the most romantic person in the world (which is funny, because I write romances). He’s not the type to bring me flowers (and frankly, I can think of other things to spend money on) nor candy (why, when I’m always watching my weight (except for this week)?). No, his idea of romance is changing the oil in my car or making sure my tires are in good shape (and that’s okay…I’ll take it because people show their love in ways other than what we normally consider romantic).
    I’ve thought about this a lot over the past few days, especially because we’ve been watching those movies that only show the beginnings of a relationship. He and I have been together a loooong time and we know love and marriage isn’t all peaches and cream (it’s hard work!) but it is so satisfying to watch new couples overcome obstacles and come together for that happily ever after. It speaks to my soul and gives me hope.
    Speaking of that, I’m about to sit down and watch another one of those movies…and maybe have a piece of cheesecake!
    Stay well! Stay safe! And remember to spread kindness wherever you go! 
    Marie

Monday, November 28, 2022

CHRISTMAS WITH ANGEL by Lexi Post - a FREE Cowboy Christmas Romance #Romantic Suspense #Freebook

Christmas with Angel

(Last Chance #1 / Poker Flat #2.5)

by Lexi Post

Cowboy firefighter, Cole Hatcher, is determined to do what’s right and take his fiancé with him to his mother’s annual holiday dinner party. After all, the two most important ladies in his life need to learn to get along and the sooner the better. Besides, the rest of the family will be there.

Lacey Winters can’t forgive her future mother-in-law for keeping her and Cole apart for eight years. While she loves Cole’s family, including the five they are living with, she wants to spend Christmas alone with Cole on Last Chance Ranch.

But there are worse things brewing than family drama. This Christmas day, nothing goes as planned…for anyone.

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Cole and Lacey's story begins in Cowboy's Match 

Two Hearts, Two Fires...and a thousand questions keeping them apart.

Cowboy Cole Hatcher became a firefighter to support his horse rescue ranch. He never dreamed it would lead him back to his first love, but a fire at the Poker Flat Nudist Resort lands him face-to-face with Lacey Winters. She may have started the fire that ended their relationship, but the sight of her reignites his long-buried feelings.

Lacey is shocked the hunky firefighter is the same man who dumped her eight years ago. Cole burned her in the past when he failed to stand by her, and she’s determined not to let him back into her heart. But everything about the new Cole is just too hot to resist. He melts her defenses, sweeping her away into a night of passion only to rip open old wounds.

Determined to prove who set the Poker Flat fire and the original fire that destroyed their relationship, Cole investigates both, unearthing ugly truths that reveal even more damage. Now, he's not sure he can catch the arsonist or the heart of the woman he never stopped loving.

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Wednesday, November 23, 2022

Call It Magic by Janet Chaman

I don't think love needs magic, but it's a little fun to mix the two.

Katy McBain disappeared, then came back to existence in Maine.  For some reason she was propelled to become an elite part of a fire and rescue team.  And she's good at it.

Granted, the few other women on the team are distant from the intruder, yet the boss, Gunnar Wolfe, is harsh, demanding, and totally devoted to her safety.

Gunnar doesn't make a habit of falling for women, let alone so fast.  He knows Katy is hiding something.  He'll figure it out.  


Katy is concentrating on her new profession.  That helps keep her mind off of her three weeks in hiding.  Although, another distraction is Gunnar.  She can't believe she may have met the one.  She's been told it'll be fast and intense when she meets the man made for her.

Making mistakes is all part of the game.  The game of work, life, and love.  She's made mistakes in all and wonders if all can be forgiven.

Leave it to Gunnar, and he'll let her know.

A great story of love and magic along with mistakes that can have a happily forever after!

Happy reading,
Dawn




Friday, November 18, 2022

WHOOPS! HERE I AM! OVER HERE.

...I'm the one still in my jammies at one o'clock in the afternoon...  (sigh)

Hey there, ya'all.  Sorry to be late posting this morning.  I have been virtually attending the 20Booksto50K Conference this week and after four days of drinking from a fire hose, I just dropped into bed last night with not an ounce of energy left to post a blog.  LOL  But the good news is that I'm moving again and thought I would share with you an excerpt from one of my Christmas stories. 

Garland Creek Cowboy is the first story in the Legends of Garland Creek, which will eventually become a collection of holiday stories that focus on second-chance romances in the small mountain town of Garland Creek, Arizona.

Enjoy!


Monday, November 14, 2022

PLEASURES OF CHRISTMAS PAST by Lexi Post is now FREE

Pleasures of Christmas Past 

(A Christmas Carol #1) 

by Lexi Post

When present-day American social worker Jessica Thomas is assigned her first case as a spirit guide, she’s excited to serve as the Spirit of Christmas Past for her client and prove she knows her profession well. Unfortunately, her mentor, the very hot, very single, and very Scottish Duncan Montgomerie has little faith in her ability and plans to catch her when she falls. As far as she’s concerned, he’s going to be waiting a very long time. 

Bachelor Duncan Montgomerie hails from late 18th century Scotland where he enjoyed life to its fullest, something he continues in death. Having been dead a while, he is well equipped to handle the afterlife where time doesn’t exist and phasing is the norm. What has him stymied is his connection to the uptight Jessica and the strange feelings he’s experiencing being around her, even though she refuses to listen to his advice. Duncan needs to figure out what it all means and fast because the rules change after death and the path Jessica is headed down could cost her her soul. 

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“Are you ready for your first case?” The lilt of a heavy Scottish accent behind her caused her to turn.

Duncan Montgomerie floated there, not close enough to touch, but near enough she caught the whiff of pine that was so much a part of him.

Oh no, not him. The man was the hottest instructor she’d had and even now she couldn’t remember a word he’d said. She’d been too busy having her libido stroked by his voice while her eyes feasted on his rugged looks and ripped body. He’d never told them what time period he was from, but his accent gave him away as Scottish and some of his vocabulary made her think it might be centuries back, even though he dressed in modern-day clothes.

Nervousness tamped down her excitement. There was no way she’d be able to concentrate on this assignment with him around. She was bound to screw something up.

“Jessica?” His blue eyes sparkled with an unearthly light as one brow rose. “Are you with me, lass?”

“Yes, of course.” She tried not to focus on his wavy brown hair that fell past his strong jawline or on his scruffy chin that led the eye to his quirking lips.

His arm stretched out past her as he pointed below them, revealing his forearm muscle flexing as he moved his finger. “That’s our case. Mrs. Cameron Douglas.”

Despite the butterflies tickling her stomach as Duncan’s breath passed by her left ear, Jessica snapped her focus to the people below. There were many women in the shop. Mrs. Douglas could be any of them. She leaned away and looked her mentor in the eyes. “What’s her first name?”

“Huh?”

Jessica pushed her glasses back up the bridge of her nose. “What’s Mrs. Douglas’ first name? To get a client to trust you, you must show an interest in them and knowing the person’s first name is the very tip of the iceberg.”

Duncan frowned. “I dinna teach you that.”

She took a deep breath. “No, you didn’t. It’s part of the experience I bring to the job. Do you know her first name?”

He shook his head, clearly perplexed by her request.

“How long have you been a Spirit Guide?” It was really none of her business, but she wanted to be sure her mentor was, in fact, more experienced than she was.

He shrugged broad shoulders, drawing her focus back to his build.

“Since we have no time in the afterlife, I cannot tell you how long I’ve done this, but I can assure you it is no’ my first case.” He pulled the neck of his t-shirt away from his skin, as if it were too tight.

As far as she was concerned, the entire shirt was too tight with the way it molded to his chest muscles, showing a significant valley down the middle. Heck, if he just wanted to take the whole thing off, she certainly wouldn’t complain.

“Holly.” Duncan grinned and her insides turned to melting ice cream.

So why did he point out holly? It was Christmas. There was holly everywhere… And mistletoe. Oh, maybe she could find some mistletoe and Mr. Distraction here could catch the hint and kiss her.

“Holly is her first name.” Duncan nodded to confirm his statement. “It’s also what that older woman down there just called her.”

Her? Oh right, the case. 

Enjoy the whole series as Holly and her spirits learn to move on in their lives...or afterlives 😊

  


ABOUT LEXI

Lexi Post is a New York Times and USA Today best-selling author of romance inspired by the classics. She spent years in higher education taking and teaching courses about the classical literature she loved. From Edgar Allan Poe's short story “The Masque of the Red Death” to Tolstoy’s War and Peace, she's read, studied, and taught wonderful classics.

But Lexi's first love is romance novels so she married her two first loves, romance and the classics. Whether it’s dashing dukes, hot immortals, sizzling cowboys, or hunks from out of this world, Lexi provides a sensuous experience with a “whole lotta story.”

Lexi is living her own happily ever after with her husband and her two cats in Florida. She makes her own ice cream every weekend, loves bright colors, and you’ll never see her without a hat.


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Wednesday, November 9, 2022

Unlikely Animals by Annie Hartnett

 Slinking back home, Emma Starling returns to her home near the Maple Street Cemetery.  The first sentence raises a lot of questions as to why Emma is reluctant to reclaim her home roots and what's so notable about this cemetery.

Emma has a special gift of healing.  It comes and goes and can't be regulated.  Medical school had been her target.  Now, her father is dying of a mysterious brain disease and he hallucinates animals.  Maybe Emma can heal him.


The cemetery is more alive than most with ghosts watching the neighborhood.  Without obvious interference, they want the living to enjoy life as much as possible.

Emma takes on an unlikely job as a fifth grade teacher.  She also meets, Mack Durkee,  a high school teacher. 

With so much going on in her life, Emma tries to focus on everything.  The imaginary and real pets, father's illness, family attempt at bonding, school, work, and the list goes on and leaves minimal time for her to concentrate on herself.  

Some things just take their own time and place in life and that includes love.  

A heartwarming and lovely story to enjoy.

Happy reading,

Dawn 

Friday, November 4, 2022

ONLY NORMAL ONE IN THE BUNCH

Good morning!  Well, I guess if you're on the east coast, it's almost afternoon. But WTH, we're going with my time zone because while I'm late posting this blog, I'm not as late in my time zone as I am by east coast standards. :)  My story!

Well, I've been a busy girl sifting through projects and trying to figure out what to do in what order, how long it's going to take, what skillsets I will need for each, and figuring out where I left off before my sabbatical. But the next project was pretty much a no-brainer...the Murder by Dummies re-release is almost ready to fly.

I got my rights to the story back earlier this year, so I'm re-releasing it as an indie-pub. I've gone through and shined it up a little bit, and built this new cover for it...similar to the original, but a better looking hero and more the style I'd originally hoped for on the fonts.  I hope you like it!


Since the next book I'm working on is Book Two in this same series, I want to give you an overview of each of the books currently planned in this series and a little excerpt from Book One, which will be re-released next week on Thursday, November 10th, with Book Two to follow early in 2023.


Series description...

The Muensters had their niece, Marilyn.  Buzzard’s Breath has Emily Redfeather.  Being the only “normal” one in the bunch ain’t for the faint of heart.  Emily finds partners in crime in her niece, Brittney Redfeather, and her new best friend, Jo Parker, as the girls work together to sort out the crazies in Buzzard’s Breath, Arizona.  As they try to figure out why dead bodies keep popping up in the most unusual places and under the strangest circumstances, they form The Marilyn Club—a very exclusive club for the “normal”, and a haven of sanity in an otherwise nutso community. 


Murder For By Dummies (Book One) introduces us to this insane cast of characters as we watch Emily and Hawk sort out their tumultuous relationship while also trying to figure out what Jo’s aunt Maddie is hiding in the basement of her boarding house. 

Dead Men Ride Motorcycles (Book Two) will pull us into the budding relationship between Jo and Dal, the town sheriff, as we ride along on the journey to determine the identity of the dead man found riding a motorcycle on the old carousel in Beau Redfeather’s motorcycle boneyard. 

Death In A Doghouse (Book Three) brings love to the doorstep of Brittney and Blake, as the girls try to figure out why a dead body has turned up in one of their dog houses.  The girls have to sort this out because if Blake is somehow involved in the murder, he’s probably not such a great catch for Brittney.


Enjoy this excerpt from Murder by Dummies...releasing on Thursday.

As I pulled around to the side and parked, something scraped against the back window on the far side of the car. I parked, shut off the engine and shifted in my seat to get a good look.

Oh, no. That’s all I need.

The corner of the tarp I had used to cover the Fifield luggage on the top of the car was loose. I’d forgotten all about the bags up top. I grabbed my purse and hauled myself out of the driver’s-side window. The entire load had shifted and both corners of the tarp hung loose on the passenger side. I counted bags—one was missing.

“Damn. What the hell else can go wrong?” Pushed over the edge one more time by the events of the past twenty-four hours, I kicked the tires and banged on the top of the car with my purse, shouting a stream of obscenities that would’ve made Aunt Bea threaten to wash my mouth out with soap—tough soap. Lava. No Dove for these words.

About the time my tantrum lost steam, the shoulder strap on my purse broke and the bag flopped lifelessly to the ground. I stood frozen, staring at my ruined purse.

What the hell did I do to deserve the last twenty-four hours of my life? And when will it stop? Maybe I should stab myself in the forehead with a fork to make it hurt less.

The sound of a man clearing his throat made me look up. A grizzled, leathery old man in rags sat on top of a picnic table, staring at me with piercing ice-blue eyes. His toothless grin indicated he’d enjoyed my fit of temper.

“Great,” I muttered, “just what I need—an audience.”

The man grinned even broader. “And a fine performance it was.”

I rested my forehead against the top of the doorframe and prayed for patience.

God, do not let me rip this man’s lips from his face. Just get me home without adding murder or mutilation to my long list of problems. Please.

I felt the old man’s gaze on me as he watched my struggle for control. I imagined he was still smiling. For some reason, that annoyed me more than anything else, but he had the good sense to remain silent and I had the good sense not to look.

After a few minutes, I raised my head. Our eyes held for a moment before he spoke. “Looks like you’re having a bad day, young lady. Can I be of assistance?”

I shook my head. “No. But thank you. I lost a bag off the top of the car. I’ll have to double back and see if I can find my stuff.”

The man smiled again and hopped off the picnic table. “Here, let me help you tie this back up, so you don’t lose anything more.”

Goosebumps ran up my arms at his overwhelming generosity. This was the second time today I’d seen the better side of human nature. It almost made it worth the stress I was under.

Almost.

As my most unlikely rescuer was re-tying the ropes, I climbed in through the window and rooted through the camping equipment until I came up with a roll of black and white zebra-striped duct tape. I climbed out, held the roll over my head and bounced back and forth on the balls of my feet as I took a small victory lap.

“Wooo-hooo. Look what I found.”

My new friend laughed at my excitement. “Yep, that’ll do the trick. This load ain’t goin’ nowhere now.”

With the load rearranged and secured with tightened ropes and half a roll of tape, I thanked the man and ducked into the convenience store. After a quick restroom break, I left the store with two hot dogs and two sodas. The old man was still on the picnic table. His huge smile warmed my heart when I handed him a hot dog and a soda.

“You didn’t have to do that, Miss, but it was mighty thoughtful.”

“Not a problem. I appreciate the help and that you didn’t laugh at me for throwing a tantrum.”

At this, he chuckled. “Some days are like that.” He paused for a moment before he added, “Others are better. Where you headed?”

I stared at him a moment before I a nswered, “Home. I’m headed home.”

He nodded, seeming to totally understand. “Home’s a good place to be when the wheels are comin’ off.”

Stunned he’d plucked the words right out of my brain, I mumbled, ‘Thank you,” and turned toward my car.

My old wreck packed to the headliner, with garbage bags duct taped to the top like a ragged zebra rug was too much. I giggled so hard at the image of it driving down the highway that it took a couple tries to get my leg through the window.

All of a sudden, I didn’t have a care in the world. I waved and hollered as I backed away, “Thanks again for the help.”

I got a smile and a nod from the old man perched atop the table, as he gummed his hot dog and watched me head back the way I’d come.


Wednesday, November 2, 2022

So Much To Do

 


        Hello, gentle readers! Hope you are all well and staying safe!
It’s a beautiful Sunday morning here in Phoenix as I sit down to write my blog (though you won’t read it until Wednesday). As usual, I was up early to enjoy the fantastic weather and get things done. There is so much to do (always—there’s no rest for the wicked – I must be really, really bad) but so much can be accomplished when you get up as early as I do. During the work week, this is my writing time, but on the weekends? It’s my time.
I can catch up on shows that I miss during the week (new show on television – Fire Country – I like it. East New York is pretty good, too).
So what have I done so far this morning besides catch up on my shows? Watered the plants, cleaned out the fridge (which I do every Sunday morning before I go grocery shopping), decided on my menu for the week and made the shopping list for it and made a pot (big pot) of ham and bean soup (I’m getting pretty good at it, too—well, at least the DH thinks so).
And I worked on my Halloween costume for work (Halloween is a big deal at my day job!). All before anyone else is the house is up (not including the dogs who get up with me). I love this quiet time. It refreshes me. Rejuvenates me and helps prepare me for the week ahead. Will that change when I retire in a few years (yes, the countdown has begun)? Will I continue to get up early? I don’t know, but for right now, it suits me. And really, you can’t beat an Arizona sunrise! They are beautiful!
No time to dwell on that though…still a lot to do (my day is jam packed) so I should get to it. Hmmm, maybe I’ll even have a chance to write today (it’s going well right now so I need to strike while the iron is hot).   
Stay well! Stay safe! And remember to spread kindness wherever you go!

Marie

Sunday, October 30, 2022

Looking for a Halloween Romance?

How about the Headless Horseman for a hero?

PASSION OF SLEEPY HOLLOW

by Lexi Post

Recluse Braeden Van Brunt is not happy to be the Headless Horseman…until he meets Katrina Van Tassel, owner of the Sleepy Hollow Inn, whose allure bewitches him from the front desk into the bedroom. When he discovers Kat and the village of Sleepy Hollow are cursed to exist only in the present day for one weekend a year, he realizes the sacrifice he must make if he wants to keep her.

Katrina Van Tassel lives between slivers of time. She thought she was through grieving her betrothed’s death, but her dreams flare to life when his mirror-image arrives requesting a room. Drawn to Braeden, she is taken to greater heights of intimacy than she ever imagined, but she can’t be sure if her heart is with him or with the love from her past.

Knowing he must conquer both time and ghosts to keep the only woman he’s ever loved, Braeden must put the past to rest. But the dead won’t rest in Sleepy Hollow.


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Excerpt:

Kat closed the door to her room and leaned against it. Her heart raced so fast it could beat a squirrel up a tree. Licking her lips, she closed her eyes. Braeden’s kiss brought back all those wonderful feelings she used to have with Brom. The ones where her toes curled inside her buckle shoes and her body quivered.

She crossed her arms over her stomach. She hadn’t had those with anyone else since. Not even slightly. What was she going to do? She’d been desperate to get away, and now he would be staying the night. She opened her eyes. Staying in her room. Oh Lord.

Moving to her chest at the end of the bed, she pulled out a pillow and threw it on the floor. She’d already changed the sheets because he was supposed to leave. It had been so hard not to bury her face in his unique scent. It reminded her of the forest after a rainstorm, musky, comforting, making her want to snuggle in for a winter hibernation.

Ugh, what was she thinking? He was Stephen’s brother, a Newtimer, and he would leave tomorrow.

Oh no. The village would be long gone by then. What would happen to Braeden then? She glanced toward the door, listening to the floorboards creak under his weight. Quickly, she pulled her quilt from the chest and grabbed the pillow.

Too late.

The door opened and he ducked inside, obliterating the opening from her sight. He stood stock-still, studying her once again. The lantern light softened his features, proving how different he really appeared from Brom.

Straightening her shoulders, she stepped toward him. “Your room is all set. I’ll just make my bed in the parlor.”

He didn’t move, and she couldn’t go through the door unless he did.

“Braeden? You need to step aside for me to leave.”

“And what if I don’t want you to leave?”

Her breath caught in her throat as tingling sped from her head to her toes. She swallowed hard. “What do you mean?” She turned away to give herself a moment without looking at his handsome visage. “Did I forget something?”

The floor creaked behind her and she stepped forward to inspect the water pitcher. If he touched her again, she’d be lost. 

Wednesday, October 26, 2022

The Sorbonne Affair by Mark Pryor

 Mystery and love float among the Parisian cafe's while American author, Helen Hancock, has a secret admirer. More likely, not an admirer but someone who thinks it's necessary to hide cameras in her hotel room.

Helen is in the city to direct a small writing seminar and to work on her current romance novel.  After she finds the hidden cameras in her room at the Sorbonne Hotel, she reports them to the US Embassy.  

Hugo Marston is assigned t


o investigate.  One video is highly embarrassing for Helen.  A triste with a student needs explanation, whether it's love or something else.  

Soon, a simple camera investigation turns to murder.  Hugo teams up with a Parisian Lieutenant, Camille Lerens along with breaks to see his girlfriend, Claudia, a journalist.  More help comes in the form of a former colleague claiming the whole affair has something to do with a recently released felon.

Such a tragedy to solve a mystery of spying and murder on the lovely streets of Paris while contenders are eager to keep romance in the air.

Happy reading,

Dawn 


Friday, October 21, 2022

SQUEEEEEE!!!

First let me apologize for posting this late today.  It's release week for me and I'm seriously distracted.  I know watching sales rankings isn't productive, but this is my first new book in several years--and it's a project dear to my heart, as it is about my last couple of years with my mother.

Now for the squeeing part!  In my non-productive time watching rankings, I caught this on Amazon this morning and immediately broke out in tears.



In case you aren't sure where to look, check out the orange banner right below the five stars.  That sucker hit #1 in its category this morning, and I cannot be more excited.  It's so sweet to see that #1 next to the picture of my momma.

This ranking is due to YOUR generosity and YOUR support...




You are the best readers ever! 

Well, today's post will be short and sweet because I have spent so much time staring at rankings that I'm behind on my to-do list.  I have another book to start working on next week, so I've got stuff that needs to be done NOW on this project so I have all the ducks marching in the same direction.

Again, thank you all so much for the support and the love--YOU'RE THE VERY BEST!  And remember, it ain't over yet.  This book needs to go far and wide to hopefully help others who may be struggling with the same issues I dealt with.  So our work isn't done...be sure to share the links below with everyone you know.


That’s my story, thrilled and thankful, and I’m stickin’ to it.  Hang on tight now ‘cuz we’re gonna go real, real fast! 

Love ya,

Kayce 


Wednesday, October 19, 2022

Welcome Back, Kayce Lassiter!

 


        Hello, gentle readers! Hope you are all well and staying safe!
It would be remiss of me not to welcome Kayce Lassiter back to the Happily Ever After Thoughts fold. I missed you. Your posts always make me laugh or take a step back and say “hmmmm”! And I so agree with your last post about coffee creamer missing from the grocery shelves. I’m a dedicated Sugar Free French Vanilla fan (though I will use Sugar Free Italian Sweet Cream in a pinch) in my coffee and it has become harder and harder to come by. Hope that changes soon! I've tried just using regular creamer (even half and half) and it's just not the same!
So, what have I been up to? I had a really good writing week, once I got over my problem as mentioned in my previous posts (and even the latest rejection didn’t quell that momentum). On top of that, I (with the help of my lovely and supportive critique partner) came up with two more stories to write even though I’m not done with my current work in progress (again, see my previous posts). I so love the beginning stage of a story. Finding my character names and their back stories, pinpointing the location, coming up with the plot lines. It doesn’t matter that I already had several other stories to write – seven as of last count…that will take me up to retirement from the day job when I can devote more time to writing!
All that being said, I should get back to it…those stories aren’t going to write themselves!
Stay well! Stay safe! And remember to spread kindness wherever you go!

Marie                                                                                                

Saturday, October 15, 2022

Looking for a Halloween Romance?


Looking for a Halloween romance? How about Frankenstein's monster?

Heart of Frankenstein 

by Lexi Post

Can a monster find love?

In 1718, he was abandoned then betrayed, spurring his relentless desire for revenge against his creator, Victor Frankenstein. It is now the 21st Century, and despite his fervent wish for death, he still exists, tortured by his crimes, searching only for peace.

Angela Ellis would have frozen to death in the harsh Alaskan wilderness if not for the man who found her on an icy ledge. He calls her Angel, but has no name himself. He is kind, caring, handsome, and scarred both outside and inside. The more she learns about him, the more she wants to knowand the more she falls in love.

He is unworthy of love unless he can confess, but his secrets are buried deep and to reveal them would be to rip out his soul and lose his Angel. Unfortunately, he is given no say in the matter. Nature has a way of revealing all.


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Excerpt:

He stared at her. How long before her body warmed enough to cause her excruciating pain? He had nothing he could give her to take it away, but sleep might help. Rising, he headed back to his counter.

“Where are you going?” The panic in her voice stopped him cold.

“I’m just across the room. I’ll make you warm tea to help your body heal though it may not be the most pleasant.”

“Tea? I think a shot of whiskey would be more beneficial.”

He quickly pulled out his small herb box. Mixing valerian with hops, he poured it into the pot of birch syrup water still simmering on the wood stove. Then he retrieved the cup and emptied the cooled water into the sink. “Alcohol will hurt you in your condition.”

“It sounds like you know a lot—” she coughed.

He was beside her in an instant. “Don’t.” Laying his finger against her throat, he stroked it, ignoring the pleasant feel of her skin. “Coughing will hurt your heart.”

She swallowed against his finger. “Got it.” Her tongue came out again to lick her lips.

He tore his gaze away and pushed back the chair, uncomfortable with the desire pushing through him. He stepped to the stove and poured the liquid into his cup, small pieces of crushed herb floated within it.

As he returned to the chair, her lips lifted in a small smile. “I guess I’m lucky you found me. Do you have a name?”

“I have the tea, but don’t lift your head. Allow me to do it for you.” He tested the liquid with his finger. With his sensitivity to temperatures less than hers, he hoped he had it right.

“Okay, but when will I be able to move again?”

He lifted her head with his hand. “Tomorrow. Until then, you should try to sleep.” He pressed the lip of the cup to her lips, and she didn’t flinch, which was a good sign. Very slowly he tilted it. He pulled it back to allow her to swallow.

“That tastes weird. Is that herbal tea?”

He nodded before remembering she couldn’t see him. “Yes. It will help you sleep so you can heal, but you need to finish it all.”

She lifted her lip at that pronouncement, but as he tipped the cup again, she drank. When she’d finished it, he set it aside.

“Okay, I was a good girl and took all my medicine. Now can you tell me your name?”

He walked away and rinsed out the cup. Over his shoulder, he answered. “You need to sleep now.

“I’ll sleep if you tell me your name.”

He took a deep breath. “I don’t have one.”

About Lexi

Lexi Post is a New York Times and USA Today best-selling author of romance inspired by the classics. She spent years in higher education taking and teaching courses about the classical literature she loved. From Edgar Allan Poe's short story “The Masque of the Red Death” to Tolstoy’s War and Peace, she's read, studied, and taught wonderful classics.

But Lexi's first love is romance novels so she married her two first loves, romance and the classics. Whether it’s dashing dukes, hot immortals, sizzling cowboys, or hunks from out of this world, Lexi provides a sensuous experience with a “whole lotta story.”

Lexi is living her own happily ever after with her husband and her two cats in Florida. She makes her own ice cream every weekend, loves bright colors, and you’ll never see her without a hat.

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