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BookBub Day!
Hey, kids! It’s my BookBub Day! I’m so excited about this feature ad on BookBub! Check it out! I’m holding a good thought that this special price on The Summer of Second Chances, book 3 in the Women of Willow Bay series will spark enough interest that all four books will rocket to the top of the e-book charts. So if you would pass the word, I’d sure appreciate it, and if you haven’t read any of my Women of Willow Bay books and you enjoy a good romantic suspense story, well, this is a great place to start!
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Celebrating Seasoned Romance–Why?
This month, I’m featuring authors who write seasoned romance–stories with characters who are over 40 and finding a second or even a third or fourth chance at love. Way back in February 2012, as I was writing the first Women of Willow Bay novels, I wrote this blog and it feels just a relevant today as it did then. Let me know what you think. I’m bugged. It seems that romance novels are the bailiwick of characters who are younger than 40. If 40 is the new 30 and 50 is the new 40, then how come romance after 50 isn’t sexy anymore? Well, folks, I’ve got big news–sexy is…
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Chasing Summer
It’s November 2 and it’s chilly and breezy here at the lake—like wintertime chilly. The sun is shining today, but on Halloween–just two days ago–it snowed! Snow on Halloween! Sheesh! We just walked down to the dock to take a look at the lake, and the wind nipped at my nose so bad, I had to wrap my scarf around my face. Now, as I sit by the window, working and watching the wind scatter our tidy piles of raked leaves back across the yard, I’m wondering what the hell happened to summer? I know summer was here—after all the cottage is still open (although we’re closing up next weekend).…
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Hi, It’s Me…
I promised myself that I would blog again once this book was done and guess what? It’s done! Clap hands!! Of course, I realize that this is only a first draft and once my betas and my editor have been through it, there will be more work to do, but for now, Book 3 of the Women of Willow Bay series is officially finished! I’m so happy, I’ve been Snoopy-dancing all day long. I’m not sure why the book took so long. Actually, most of was written several months ago. But I changed it up—a lot—and suddenly it got bigger than anything I’d planned. I confess, it’s my own fault.…
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8-Sentence Sunday Redux
So last week, I posted my eight and realized after I did it that I’d forgotten to sign up. DUH!! It’s been that kind of month, Mes Amies. However, here are the eight sentences from The Summer of Second Chances that I posted last week, and Sophie and Ben just cannot catch a break. That delicious kiss intensifies when suddenly… “Sophie.” Ben pulled back and reached down to grasp her hands, “Soph… somebody’s at the door.” Squinting up into his passion-dark eyes, almost navy in the lamplight from the living room, she blinked in confusion before she finally heard the knocking from the utility room. Someone was rattling the hook…
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8-Sentence Sunday
Eight sentences are up from The Summer of Second Chances and Sophie and Ben just cannot catch a break. That delicious kiss intensifies when suddenly… “Sophie.” Ben pulled back and reached down to grasp her hands, “Soph… somebody’s at the door.” Squinting up into his passion-dark eyes, almost navy in the lamplight from the living room, she blinked in confusion before she finally heard the knocking from the utility room. Someone was rattling the hook on the screen door. He touched her lips with one finger, a gentle caress as he set her away from him. “Sheesh, this place is Grand Central Station tonight.” His breath came fast and shallow.…
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8-Sentence Sunday
It’s Sunday and time for eight more sentences from The Summer of Second Chances. Ben’s resistance is gone and Sophie’s suddenly shocked as hell that he succumbed, but she’s enjoying herself… Sophie moaned into the kiss. His hands were driving her insane—he traced the path of her spine and fire followed each touch. When she arched against his palm, he slid his fingers under the elastic band of her built-in bra, then around to cup her breast. As his thumb brushed her nipple, sanity rose to the surface for a brief moment. Dear God, she’d really done it. She wasn’t sure what astonished her more, the fact that she’d actually seduced…
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8-Sentence Sunday
It’s rolled around again, hasn’t it? Now…where were we? Oh, yeah, Ben’s trying to figure out what happened to his sweet little editor and Sophie’s giving seduction her best effort… Her voice was husky as she looked up at him from under her lashes. With that, he lost the tiny grip he had on his self-control. Groaning, he pulled her into arms. She melted against him, kissing him hungrily, opening her lips to his. His restless hands moved over her back, finding the hem of her tank top and then touching soft skin. “You’re killing me here, Russo,” he murmured against her lips. “God, you’re irresistible.” Taking her lips again,…
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8-Sentence Sunday
Here we are again with Sophie and Ben in The Summer of Second Chances with, I confess, a little creative punctuation. Sophie’s suggestion that they try just having a summer fling has shocked poor old Ben down to his sandals. He’s figuring he’s going to have to be the cautious one here because clearly, Sophie had thrown all caution to the wind… He tries to lighten the sexually charged atmosphere with a weak joke about “friends with benefits,” but Sophie’s not having it…she’s all in… “I’d love to give it a try,” smiling, Sophie rose from the stool and slipped around the end of the bar. “No, don’t.” Holding up…
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8-Sentence Sunday…At Last!
So sorry for being MIA for a month, but we’re back with Sophie and Ben and The Summer of Second Chances. When we left them, their magical first kiss had been interrupted and now they’re alone again. Ben is trying to be sensible, explaining that he’s just out of a nasty divorce and not ready for another relationship. Sophie shocks him down to his socks with her response: “So what’s wrong with simply having some fun together this summer? No expectations, no commitments. We’re both adults,” a little shrug of her shoulders and the tank top slipped down. His gut lurched. Yup, she definitely wasn’t wearing a bra. Just have…