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Cover Reveal for “Searching For Sarah”

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As many of you may know…or not…I’ve started writing a new series–The Sarah Series. Sarah is in the beginning years of her thirties, wants to settle down, and then figure out the rest. But it’s the settling down part that’s been giving her trouble. The guys she dates either she likes and they don’t want to settle, or she doesn’t and they do. Sort of like life, huh?

Sarah Keller is a career student. It goes hand-in-hand with her indecisiveness about her future. Her foundation growing up was based solely on a single dad who lamented almost daily for his deceased wife–Sarah’s mom. She never got to know her, Sarah’s mom passed away in childbirth.

Becoming a nanny was the last thing Sarah intended to be. But life sometimes throws you a curve ball. And sometimes it’s guised as Sam Turner, and his cutie pie daughter, Sophie.

Sam is about 15 years Sarah’s senior, and fresh out of a relationship. He’s the last thing Sarah is looking to get involved with…but you know what they say about last things??

And so here is the cover! Please let me know if you like it. After all, covers are what we judge a book by, you know! 🙂   Have a great week, everyone! (And if you had even an inkling of interest, it’s 2.99 pre-order price on Amazon) Release date is April 27, 2017. If you sign up for my newsletter, you have a chance in winning the paperback copy, a whole month before it releases!! Cheers. 🙂 🙂

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Valentine Awkwardness

heart-1450302_640-1I’ve said it before, I’ll say it again. Valentine’s Day and me don’t see eye to eye. Does anyone remember in high school, when those stupid candy grams would get sent to homerooms? It stunk not getting any. And the year I did get them, I felt bad for the people who didn’t. And how about the roses? Really? The office would be full of vases with dozens of roses…from high school guys to their “girlfriends”. Likely that relationship was going to last for more than that week. But, here, “take this dozen of roses it cost me fifty dollars to buy and send you, just so I’ll look good, and you’ll look better”.

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I found a paper on the counter the other day where you could send your child lollipops for Valentine’s day for a dollar or two. What about the kids who don’t get any? All because their parent, like me, forgot to send in the dumb paper that overcharged for a dum-dum pop. What about the party? And all those Valentines your child comes home with and you find for the next week under chairs and in cabinet drawers? Right, they don’t do them anymore. Valentines are even optional these days. Really?

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Then you have adulthood status: Do I, the girl, get him something? What? Like he’s really going to want a stuffed gorilla holding a dorky sign, saying it loves him. And candy? Is it me, or am I the only girl who has a boyfriend who would rather have a Payday candy bar, a bag of Cowtails, or Andy Cap’s Hot Fries? How special is that?

Don’t get me started on the restaurants. Booked. Every one of them. You have to either eat at four or nine o’clock, just to get a table. And for what? I don’t know…I’m a romantic writer, but this holiday doesn’t impress me. I guess if I were just falling in love, and wondering if the fella was going to buy me roses, it might be different. I’d get the buds, touch each one of them, swoon all over the place, smell the smell right out of them, and read the little card until it was memorized.    Now, though? It’s just another day. Isn’t that sad?

Gosh.

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And that just happened

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Don’t let the picture fool ya!

So I’m sitting outside my daughter’s school, waiting for play practice to get out, and my car begins freaking out. The locks begin clicking…the lights come on and go out, dim, and become brighter. I’m like ‘what’s going on?’ Within seconds, all goes black. “Are you freaking kidding me?”

Before the parking lot is abandoned, I go to a nearby car and kindly ask the woman if she has jumper cables. I know what you’re thinking…that girl has mad jumper cable skills. Ooh quite the contrary. Girl has no clue when it comes to the transfer of battery power via red and black cables.  So surprisingly she has this nifty emergency bag (she’s not once had a need for probably) and inside is a set of tiny little cables. Bingo. “Now I’ll just call a boy”, I said. “Better yet”, she replied…”I’ll try to go and find a boy”.

Short version of lesson is…why don’t they have a class, given in school, before anyone is allowed to graduate and demonstrate the fine art of “emergency situations and how to adapt”. Changing a tire knowledge would be nice…building a porch would stand out as a great category. Or, how about repairing a leaking faucet. I don’t know about you, but it would be a great change to not have to depend on someone else for things I could know myself, given the proper education. I mean once I’m out in the big bad world, finding a person with a set of unusable cables is about the best I can do. 😦

On to the hair situation. I left you last time with the cliffhanger of my short hair…will it grow, is it growing, am I wearing wigs? Well, I’ve been shampooing with biotin enhanced stuff, eating biotin gummies, massaging my scalp every chance I get, and yanking on the ends at least five time a day. Results…nada, nothing, not an inch. I will say though, it is a bit liberating. Sort of like a boy. Never does it fall into my eyes, blow in the wind, or get tangled after washing. I’m going to miss this little hot mess one day…oh, let it be tomorrow!

In other news of my oldest child…he’s the one in college. Fresh from the feathered nest of home. Where I cooked for, cleaned for, and washed for. Not to mention, sometimes thought for. Not all the time. He is eighteen, after all. But I was shocked to hear news today of him taking on a job without even the slightest text, tweet, or message to me to ask my opinion. I mean it was only last week he wanted me to look at a screen shot of his throat to give advice on seeing a doctor. His FIRST job? Say what? Who cares…he took it. Still no call..*crickets*

Moving on to a health note: My throat is extremely sore. Maybe I got whatever he sent me over in the picture. 🙂 No, seriously…it’s been hurting since the weekend. I powered up and took gads of vitamins. Which I think only trapped the junk in pockets of the throat lining. I’m not unable to breathe, but something just ain’t right. I couldn’t even sing to my power hour of happy songs playlist, on the way to work today. bummer.

One last thing to mention…smallest child came home without a coat. Okay, so it’s in the 40’s here–32 degrees in the mornings. He’s been out sick with a fever for the past 3 days. 3 days! And all because he went out to recess last week and stepped in the saturated playground, thus getting his socks, shoes, and pants drenched in muddy water. Yes! He was able to squish all the day long in water, thus not grabbing the attention of his award winning teacher. How does this happen? So today, after 3 days out for a virus/asthma induced sickness (by way of soaked shoes), his coat came up M.I.A. When asked if he wore it for recess, of course the answer was no. He couldn’t find it. So where is it? And why didn’t someone…oh, I don’t know…like a teacher ask this important question and not let anyone leave the class until it was found. Inquiring minds will never know. I’m off to find a makeshift coat for tomorrow.

Until next time. 🙂

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Just the Right Words

power-of-wordsNot only should you be careful of what you say, but be careful of what you write.

This could go so many ways. My mother taught me at a very young age to never write down what you don’t want someone to read…anyone to read. Did I heed her advice? The advice that usually only comes from getting burned in order to deal it out to the naive masses, in hopes they don’t make the same mistake? Yes, I listened, but only after someone read what I didn’t want them to. What can I say? We are creatures that cannot simply be told, we must experience for ourselves. Lesson learned.

I had a conversation in the car this week with my 8 and 10 year old boys. One was teasing the other about something. I interrupted and told them that words should be for building someone up, not tearing them down. They have great power, and once unleashed, they can never be swallowed, lassoed back, or drowned. They are out there to be pondered, over-thought, and for many, to be destroyed. So choose words wisely.

So I have the privilege to write words this weekend. Well, I sort of am ignoring other chores and burying myself in a hole with my laptop. I come out occasionally, but for the most part you can hear pecking coming from the first room on the right, at the top of the stairs. Sometimes I’ll be typing along and I stop and wonder how I got down this street. Where are my characters again? Where did I need them to go? How is it that I’m five miles off course? And how do I get back to the pacing it needs to be?

Words are crucial. They either insight a reader to read ‘just more chapter’ at two in the morning, or close the book, fifty pages in. A writer has to always be mindful of where the words are going. What words should be used. It’s so funny how I’ll keep traveling, stop, look around, and wonder how I’m going to transition from this dead end. Patiently I put the car in reverse, back out (delete) the last ten pages and mindfully try again. It’s a job I love the most. Formulating just the right words. 🙂

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Midwinter’s Eve Giveaway!

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I am so happy to be involved in yet another book hop! There are so many links to this one. So many chances to win things. And just in time for the holidays. Actually, it runs right through the holidays, up till New Year’s Eve! So you get all giddy before the presents, by entering for your chance to win, and then after all the hoopla is over and the wrapping is all over the place, you get the opportunity to enter a few more with more chances to win. It’s a win-win! Presents for Christmas…possible presents after Christmas!! And books, no less. 🙂 I’m joining in to give an Amazon gift card, valued at $10.00  ($10 US dollar PayPal for INT winner), along with an ebook of my latest release, “The Secret He Keeps”. I hope everyone hops along to all the links posted and best of luck in winning! 🙂

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Dr. Rachel Miller has no recollection of what happened that night she climbed in the car with her husband and he drove recklessly into a tree. She has no clue as to why she survived and he didn’t. Nor does she understand why strangers are coming up to her on the street and telling her things she can’t recall about a life that seems so long ago. But Dane Stone knows.

Dane Stone is Rachel’s business partner…and her deceased husband’s best friend. He knows about the notes, the hotel receipt, and the reason she got in the car that night. It’s for her protection that he keeps the secret, but inside he’s dying to tell her.

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Book Hop Giveaway

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Who doesn’t love giveaways? Now through November 29th, a group of lovely bloggers and myself will be joining together in a book hop. I don’t know about you ,but I’ve sort of stopped the whole not going to bed just to be first in line at the door buster sales. Yes, they are good door busters, but I’m at the age where I respect sleep a little bit more than a .99 blu ray disc. My goodness, what’s become of me?

I’m so delighted in being able to join this hop. Truth be known, it is my first. I’m giving away a $10.00 Amazon gift card and an advanced copy of my new book, The Secret He Keeps. It releases December 8, so you could enter for a chance to get it first…and free!

I wish everyone luck, and don’t forget to follow all the other hops in this great caravan of goodies and giveaways. Stay in your pajamas, sleep till noon, and click away for your chance to win books!
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The Secret He Keeps
Purchase: Amazon
Add to Goodreads
Published: December 8, 2016

Dr. Rachel Miller has no recollection of what happened that night she climbed in the car with her husband and he drove recklessly into a tree. She has no clue as to why she survived and he didn’t. Nor does she understand why strangers are coming up to her on the street and telling her things she can’t recall about a life that seems so long ago. But Dane Stone knows.

Dane Stone is Rachel’s business partner…and her deceased husband’s best friend. He knows about the notes, the hotel receipt, and the reason she got in the car that night. It’s for her protection that he keeps the secret, but inside he’s dying to tell her.

 

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A Bit of Holly

christmas-blogI know what I said a few weeks ago to Hallmark, and I still mean it…a little bit. It was too early to start Christmas movies, but now…while I decorate…it’s just in the nick of time. I mean who can decorate without background sappy holiday movies playing? Of course my teenage daughter came downstairs for all of two minutes and ran off holding her ears and hiding her eyes, exclaiming, “No, not the Hallmark channel”. Such a funny girl. I’m going to make a point to go see her during Christmas  when she gets older, just to make sure she isn’t watching those lovey, dovey movies.

So yes, I decorated today. Not the tree, though. That waits for the weekend, and my son. He would freak out if I put the tree up without him. I pick him up Tuesday from college. Just a short break, but a break nonetheless. And I’m not cooking this year! Hallelujah!! Instead, I will attend two dinners. Yep, two. And all that’s requested is I make homemade bread. Not a problem.

It’s been crazy windy here today. Temperature dropped to the 30’s. I’m a bit jealous of some of my friends who are experiencing snow. But it rarely snows before Christmas. It waits until I’m not in the mood anymore and then we get pelted with flakes in February. Now if you’d told me this morning it was 30 degrees outside, I would’ve argued. Because my heat was broken, and it was 90 degrees in my bedroom. Crazy. You’d think broken heat equals no heat. But this stuff was pouring out the vents. I think I lost 3 pounds while I slept. And then of course the characters in my new book woke me up to go over some changes. I tried to quiet them, telling them I needed sleep, but still they persisted. And no, I didn’t grab my computer to write. And now the changes are forever gone. That’s how fast things fly out of my head.

Oh well, tomorrow starts a new week. A short week. In the blink of an eye it will be over and one for the scrapbook. I’m soaking up every second, and slowing it down by dragging my feet. Isn’t that what kids do to slow down parents? Have a good one! 🙂

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If I look hard enough….

4014171-yellow-small-sticky-note-on-an-office-cork-bulletin-board-weekend-happiness-stock-photo…I can see the weekend approaching. I don’t know about anyone else, but this week dragged on and on. Not that I don’t appreciate time and all that stuff, but it really lagged. It all started with last weekend when I was sick. I caught someone’s cold. I couldn’t properly breathe from Saturday until Tuesday evening. I took everything on the market to combat it. Vitamin C in boat loads, Zinc in quantities to feed small villages, Flonase up the wazoo, vitamin B, Mucinex, and Advil in massive amounts. Did it help? Sure. I’m on day six and I feel bunches better. I can now sleep without sitting straight up, and I can keep my mouth closed and let my nose do the job of exchanging oxygen to the lungs. Yay!

So I suppose that’s why the week was long. I suffered through it. And I wasn’t entirely all that busy at work. I was doing down-time things. Like look-at-the-clock things. Making sure the second hand wasn’t stuck or broken. And don’t even ask about dinners. It was a chore to think up something every night. I mean how many things can I possibly cook and make it seem new? Tacos…again, breakfast for dinner, some type of chicken….again, some type of beef…again.

i-hate-it-when-im-waiting-for-mom-to-cook-6293624So tomorrow is Friday!!! Yay. A do-over for the weekend I missed due to hacking, blowing, and sneezing. Jipped out of two days, and now it’s come back around. I can’t wait. I’m spending my Friday changing the oil in my car. I hope it’s an easy wait. Last time I was there I was asked out on a date. Me, can you believe it? I haven’t been asked out for…let me see…22 years? Nah, it couldn’t be that long. No wonder the guy looked at me like I was trying to guess the correct answer for the final Jeopardy round, after he asked me. I just didn’t know what to say. He was asking me out? Did I hear him right? I stammered and finally blurted out that I was busy. Hmm…that didn’t sound right. Busy doing what? Was I serious? Busy being married I quickly added. What a jerk I felt like. Busy being married? I guess my go-to answer in my single days was being busy, but when that didn’t jive with today’s current situation I added something. I apologized to him and let it go as he got called for his car. He shrugged and told me I had a lucky husband. What a nice guy. I’m just hoping he’s not due for an oil change tomorrow. I still feel as if I need to cover up with some dark glasses should our paths ever meet. Busy being married?? Oy.

No other plans scheduled for the following days. Actually I’m going to stop at some sales on the way home and try my best to remove the pumpkins that still loiter at my house. Enough is enough. Aren’t the stores stocking Valentines by now? No, really I’m going to begin decorating with a few wintery things. Not too many. I don’t want to freak out my children. I usually decorate for Christmas during Thanksgiving break. Nevermind that the temperature here tomorrow is going to be 70 degrees. HO-Ho-HO!

Anything else I do is a bonus. I’m trying to concentrate on writing my new book, which I’m avoiding hopelessly with everything else in the world to do. The word document scares me for some reason. It makes me feel I have to focus and that’s the last thing on my mind!! Anyway, have a great weekend my fellow readers! 🙂

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Hurtful, Nasty Reminders

reminderReminders are usually for our benefit, right? Like when your gas light comes on it means, get gas. For me, it signals I’ve got 100 more miles to go. I am famous for pushing it to the last fume to get me to the pumps. One day I will regret passing the ten stations to find the one with five cents cheaper per gallon. (I know, it isn’t that much, but still). Or the reminder that your car insurance is getting taken out automatically from your account tomorrow. Which signals me to go by the bank and put it in! But there are a few reminders that one does not need. i.e….

Yesterday I received a card in the mail from the veterinarian. It had a heartfelt note in it of condolences for my dog that passed away a couple weeks ago. Yes, I was finally getting to the point where I didn’t break down once a day. Like when I go and look for his bed, or check outside to see if he’s lying in the sun. It’s finally becoming bearable. Not forgettable, by any stretch, but doable. And then the card. Which I opened while driving the kids up the driveway. And there it was…they sent Walter’s paw print along with the written sentiment. OMG. Why? Why now? I shoved it back in the envelope and took a deep breath. I’m still thinking about it.

Here’s another example of a hurtful reminder: When the lovely people behind Facebook send you a memory of your cheating husband as he kisses you on the cheek. Ah yes, that was just six months ago…before my friend’s rat turd husband cheated on her. And there she gets a reminder of better times. Or when you get a snap shot of your family member who passed away, and you’re not quite over that one, either.

Reminders….not always a good thing. 😦

On a happy note, because I need to always leave on one…I’m back to writing my new book. I’m feeling pretty good about it, too. Who wouldn’t like to imagine Kevin Costner all day? And be able to have him say the sweetest things to your heroine…which you imagine is yourself? LOL!! I’m down with it! 🙂

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A Total Staple

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I got stuck staying awake last night watching “Dirty Dancing”. Yes I’ve seen it a million times before. Yes I own it myself. But there it was on television. With tons of commercials. And I couldn’t help myself. “Dirty Dancing” is like “Christmas Carol”, “Pretty Woman”, and “Titanic”. I don’t know of many people who haven’t seen “Dirty Dancing”.

What doesn’t work about this movie? There isn’t one thing I could say to criticize this classic. The cast, the music, the chemistry…it was all soooo good. It completely depresses me to think of the world without Patrick, but I’m so grateful we have a piece of him in this hit. I heard it through the grapevine they wanted to do a remake. What??!! It figures. No one can think of anything original anymore. It’s sad.

And so I’m tired today, but boy was it worth it! My favorite all-time line was when Baby is in his room, after the dance, and she says she would regret walking out and never feeling the way she does when she’s with him. I could rewind this moment and watch it a million times. Come to think of it, I might’ve blogged about this movie before. This seems very deja vu. But think about it…haven’t you felt that way before about someone? If you haven’t, I hope you do. It’s a wonderful thing. 🙂