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Nice Guys…

It is true…they finish last, but they usually last longer than any other species! How many of you married a nice guy? If you did, then you’re probably still married to him. Jerks are typically divorced, possibly turned nice because they knew there was no other way, and maybe they’re re-married, or they are eating tv dinners alone with their dog who is licking the empty plastic container because, well they have a jerk for an owner. Now, how many of you dated the jerk before moving on to the nice guy? Yep, everyone, right? Well, a lot of you for sure. My apologies to the ones who married said jerks, thinking they would change them. I know I was one of those that dated the jerk. I had to. It’s the thing to do. That jerk is so tempting, so alluring, so needful to capture. Like a rare butterfly whose wings turn into cheap plastic decoys once they think they’ve got you.

I remember my jerk. He was a humongous flirt, dangerously cute, sweet talker, and a challenge. Nice guys are NO challenge. Their humility and kindness oozes from them like foam from a shaken coke can. They can’t hide it. It’s who they are–how they were raised. Or not. It’s just who they are. You can take your car and run over a nice guy. Apologize and all is forgiven. The jerk will drop you like a hot potato, no hesitation involved. And they will probably get in their car and leave a few tracks on your back, just for ‘Even Stevens’. Anyway, I digress. That jerk is cunning. You think he’s a mountain to climb, to place your flag, and let every girl know you’re out with Joe Cool. Shortly, after you’re sick to death of him checking himself out in the silverware at your table, you’re ready to move on. And that’s when Nice Guy comes into the picture. I have a few of those in my family. Of course, I do. 🙂 Their dad is nice, and I don’t raise jerks. 😉 And so I tell them, don’t worry boys, when the girls are tired of the jerks, suddenly you will come into focus for them. You will look like that hero on the white horse. The one that opens her car door, asks what she wants to do, where she wants to eat. Sadly, you will finish last. But it will be you that finished. Not the jerk. 

I’ve noticed all the trendy things going around now are ‘Be Kind’ geared. Really? We have to post this on social media? Be kind. What is this world coming to that this has to be a ‘thing’…a revival, a happening? There is honestly a movement where I live for this very sentiment. People painting it on rocks, features on the front page of the newspaper about people going around with signs… I guess this philosophy goes hand in hand with the jerk thing. Why are there jerks? Why does someone choose not to be nice and kind and giving and compassionate? Is the other way so much easier? I think it’s because kindness was never offered to them. Although this is a learned behavior, why should they? Obviously girls like it. For a short time. You date a jerk…if you’re lucky, you marry the nice guy.

And that’s just my little dessert plate of what the jerk and nice guy’s position in life are. Please feel free to comment if you feel differently! I love to hear from you. 🙂

Don’t forget, my new release comes out next week!!!! I’m too excited. No, really I am.

 Pre-order here! Oh, and of course, there is a jerk in the book. He has the tiniest of all parts. 🙂 Hey, it had to be true to life, didn’t it? Thank you kindly.

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Cover Reveal-A Reason to Stay

A Reason to Stay Cover Web_2This is my new contemporary romance, “A Reason to Stay.” It releases June 1st. It’s quite a different tale than that of Amy. Elise is my heroine and she can handle herself a little better when it comes to men. What she can’t handle is commitment! That’s why when she feels the flutters for her boyfriend, still after 10 months of dating, she knows it’s time to leave. But why would she? This is something she’s working on. To pull out the ol’ “it’s me not you” seems so clichĂ©. But wait…a trip home to Kentucky to help her mother after surgery could be just the ticket. Then again, Kentucky is also home to Ben, the first guy who Elise still feels flutters when she has thoughts of his swagger and delicious smile. What’s a girl to do? Especially if he tracks her down and wants to talk about old times.

I loved writing Elise. She’s a bit like me–a commitment phobic. It’s amazing I even settled down, myself! It’s also probably why I don’t take price tags off things. I need to feel I can return things should I need to. Not that I do a whole lot. 🙂 Well…maybe sometimes.

I’ll blog later about each of my characters in “A Reason to Stay”, and why I enjoyed writing them. Ben…Darren…Lyla…they’re all there! You can see if one stands out as a person you know. I’m sure there is!

And now for a tiny teaser…

Memories of their first time making love, while his parents were away, washed over her and strangled in her throat, forcing her to clear it. Ben looked up.

“Are you alright?”

“Fine.” One word. And for anyone who knew Elise, it was the worst word she could use. He knew it, too.

He fished through his drawers and pulled out a pair of boxer shorts and grabbed a shirt from his closet. She took them from him. Their fingers touched, making her attentive to his reaction. Were there any memories that were haunting him, as she stood inside his room? If there were, she wouldn’t keep her eyes on him long enough to find out. She couldn’t. They knew too much of her.

“You can change in here with me or the bathroom on the right.” A devil-painted-smile crossed his face and a rush of hormones swam through her stomach.

“I’ll take the bathroom.”

Why was he even messing with her? Just get changed and go home. There was no force that could be used against the Pandora box he was attempting to unlock. She peeled off her top and closed her eyes as she slid his shirt over her head, imaging the times before when she wore his clothes. It was like coming home after too long being gone. She smoothed her hair over to the side and pinched her cheeks for color. After taking a long draw of air, she knew that look of hers in the reflection of the mirror. The one that wanted to stay there, for old time’s sake. She pushed the thought away and dropped her wet shorts to the ground and shimmied on the boxer ones he lent her. There was a towel hanging on the back of the door that she used to dry her hair so it would stop dripping.

It was quiet when she opened the door. The kids and Ben had beat her downstairs. She held her wadded wet clothes as she stepped into the kitchen where Ben was pulling out some pots from the cabinets. He had changed into a baseball cotton tee with eye pleasing jeans. Age had perfected him well.

“I’m going to get going, I guess. I’ll make sure Melanie gets your clothes back to you.” Elise stood at the edge of the counter, watching his rendition of a chef on The Cooking Network.

He pretended not to hear her segue for leaving, and filled the large pot with water. “Sit down. I’m going to make dinner.”

“Ben, I have to go.”

“Sit down and relax. Oh, by the way, Darren’s been trying to call you.”

The words streamed in her mind like a foreign language she could not translate. What did he just say? Darren?

Ben read her thoughts. He pointed toward the area by the back door. “Your phone is on the counter and it’s been buzzing. I didn’t mean to look, but his picture kept coming up. Still have a fetish for dark haired men, I see.”

Elise remained quiet. Anything she said could be used against her. More importantly, she hated answering questions about her life. The one she hoped to leave safely back in California. Traps and snares never put her in a good mood. She walked around to the counter where her phone lay and took it, trying to put it in her pocket. When she realized the shorts she had on had none, she held it down by her side.

“You’re not going to call him back?” Ben said, turning on the stove.

“I’ll call later.” Answer given. Now move on. Please, move on.

“Who is Darren?”

Ever the non-committer. “A friend.”

“A friend?” A note of skepticism was in his tone. Did he know the real Elise Newton too well?

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Walking on Sunshine

walkingReviews! I’ve gotta say, “I love to read them.” I hear about authors who don’t read them, and I have to wonder why. Sure, there is one out there right now that I scratch my head and wonder what the deal was, but all in all, I’m very happy with all the reviews. I love reading how someone feels about the characters. Their thoughts about Wesley, Mark, and Tom. It’s like eavesdropping on something you said and hearing everyone’s reactions!

I’m happy about all the people who read and liked Amy. She and I have become very close over the past year. And yes! the common characterization of her is to rip those rose-colored glasses off her face, but haven’t you known someone who never gives up? Especially if they’re insecure and all they know is what they know. And they fight tooth and nail to keep it? Sure, you have. At least I know a few Amys!

Anyway, I wanted to share a giveaway that ends very soon. I actually have a few. Goodreads has one that’s running all month, and Fresh Fiction will have another one beginning April 1. This one though is with Amazon. It’s a giveaway for a free copy of “Waking Amy.” So if you haven’t met this girl, enter the contest for a chance to. Her story will continue in two additional books to follow. Don’t miss out on the first one!

I hope you try it out!

https://giveaway.amazon.com/p/acb114c641d497ca

 

 

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Snow Threats

026c038beaaf24baa2c5742af07675d3I just got back from the grocery store … again. I’ve been three times in the last three days. No joke. I went Tuesday when the weather man was calling for 5 inches, to begin on Friday. I bought enough groceries to last until Saturday, possibly Sunday with grilled cheese sandwiches and soup for a backup. I figured by then I’d be shoveled out and back to civilization. Yesterday I heard rumors of a foot of snow. I stopped by the store and grabbed one more dinner option and a green pepper I’d forgotten to buy on Tuesday.  Last night I get information that it’s a full-blown blizzard coming, with 40 mile per hour winds, snow drifts of three feet, and possible power outages. VDOT sent a notice we wouldn’t dig out before Wednesday. I got a text from my electric company this morning to buckle down and expect the worst. ARE YOU KIDDING ME?

So out I go again. This time, all the cheese and bread are missing from the shelves. Ha-ha, I’d already purchased those things on my previous visits. But, for goodness sakes, I need spaghetti noodles, and hamburger meat, and what if all we can eat is cereal? I got an extra box of that. You never know. Sadly, all that was left on the milk aisle, however, was a fat-free, lactose-free, tasteless, milk-like beverage. Only one! I grabbed it. Hopefully the marshmallows in the cereal will make up for the that large detail.

As I stood in the mile-long line, I was able to spy on what everyone else was there to buy. Why is it when they announce snow, everyone buys toilet paper? There was a display when you walked into the store with toilet paper! It was fantastically on sale, too. Does the condition of white precipitation bring about the insatiable need to poop and pee? (for lack of another descriptive word) Are they all eating bread slices and then single-filing to the bathrooms?

One woman had five frozen pizzas in her cart and two loaves of bread. That’s all. Another mom and her baby stood in line with five canisters of baby formula, diapers, paper towels, sandwich meat, and juice. Another woman and her unruly child stood in line with three six packs of Mountain Dew, four large cans of energy drinks, and fixings to make about ten salads. Hmmm.

And alas, we had the bachelor, holding a magnum beer in one hand and a pack of hotdogs in the other. I suppose he’s not thinking ahead of the toilet paper crisis. Perhaps this beer and dog will see him through it. Who knows?

All I do know is I’m ready for it. I’ve never had so much food in my cabinets and freezer. Now, I’m just hopeful the electric won’t go out. But, I have a plan if it does. My stove is propane, so we’ll cook what we need in skillets and pots, all the while warming our little behinds while it’s being prepared.

There is one thing I failed to buy, now that I’m thinking about it. Toilet paper. I hope I have enough.