Tag Archives: Seasonal

Happy Mother’s Day

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To all you mother’s out there, have a very special day. Becoming a mother has changed my life so much, and I can’t even imagine what it would be without my beautiful daughter.

So thank you for all your kindness,

Thank you for all your care,

Thanks for all the love you’ve shown,

And thanks for always being there.

Happy Thanksgiving!

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Just a quick note on Thanksgiving day to tell all  my family and friends that I am truly thankful for you all.  You make my days worth living and my nights full of laughter.  May you always be smiling, knowing that you are the cause of joy for all those around you.

Status Update: AHHH!

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Well, it’s almost here.  Next week.  You know what happens next week, right?

No, other than the Turkey Day.

The Willing will be released!

Splitter and I are both working hard to put the finishing touches on this novel as well as his first one, The Reluctant.  Both books have gotten some wonderful reviews; so far The Willing has 5 stars!  While it might not last, a girl’s gotta dream.  Big.

Hopefully by the end of this week, we should have a co-interview to post about how we got together and became best buddies and took a trip to Aruba…not really, but it is about how we “hooked up” and it should be a fun read.

Also, Christmas Lites is scheduled to release Nov. 25!

In light of that (ha, see, I’m punny), my pal Jenn (always 2 “N’s”) interviewed me!  You can check out our chat at her blog: http://www.indiesupporter.com.  She helped make this book possible, and is featuring other folks that helped do the same!  It was my first ever interview, and I was a bit nervous, but I think it turned out wonderfully!

So, with all this excitement going around, who needs turkey!

Christmas Lites Information

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I wanted to share some more info about the anthology that I will be published in and helped proofread. Christmas Lites will be arriving Nov. 26 in eBook format and print format.  An eBook copy will be available at Smashwords and only run $3.99, and all of that will go to the charity.  The print version will run $12.99, with the greater percentage of that going to charity if you buy from CreateSpace.  The print version is also available on Amazon , but I encourage you to use CreateSpace so that the maximum percentage can go to charity.  Its a great deal really – the reader gets a great read AND someone in need gets assistance.

So without further creative ado, here’s the general information packet we came up with, including author’s names and story titles and a little bit of info on NCADV.

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Christmas Lites and Blog Tour de Troops

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Howdy folks! It’s been a busy week, and I’m looking forward to a busy and productive weekend. Wait, you don’t know what’s going on here? Tsk! Let me catch you up to speed and spread a little Christmas joy in the process.

First of all, I had my very first author interview, and it went fabulously! If you haven’t checked out my chat with Cambria Hebert (author of Before and Masquerade), go do so now. I’ll wait. Continue reading →

Pumpkin Pickin’

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“Look over there!” Ella said.  Not waiting for the others, she took off towards the mounds of pumpkins piled high, already climbing towards the top as Sue joined her.  Laughing, the two girls crawled over and up, Dad snapping photos as they went.  Ella smiled, reached for the next pumpkin handhold, Sue close on her heels now.  As Sue stepped on the pumpkin next to Ella, the precarious pile shifted.

The laughter died away as Ella’s scream pierced the air. Ella took a breath and looked down.  Under several pumpkins, her ankle throbbed, twisted at an odd angle.  Time slowed.  She saw her Dad drop his camera and close the gap between them in three bounds.  She saw Sue’s face turn from laughing to crying.  She felt the other kids look over at her and back away, causing more of the pumpkins to shift.

She sensed something in her snap, a wave of light shiver through her body.  Her arms stretched out, her body seemed to float up, pulled from the pile and the pressure on her ankle.  The warm feeling spread, pushing down towards the pain in her ankle and causing her to scream again.

Then warm hands grabbed her and pulled her close.  Dad.  Tentatively, she moved her damaged ankle.  Surprised, she looked down.  Even though blood seeped out of her sock, her ankle moved without any pain.

She closed her eyes, blacking out.