Wednesday, November 30, 2022
Monday, November 28, 2022
(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.
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.
Wednesday, November 23, 2022
Friday, November 18, 2022
...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.
Monday, November 14, 2022
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
“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?”
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 😊
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.
Wednesday, November 9, 2022
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.
Friday, November 4, 2022
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.
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.
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.
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