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Mistletoe Magic

A Romancing Wisconsin Holiday Story (#2)
Christmas recipe for love—combine a matchmaking
 Santa, lots of mistletoe, one iron-clad rule, fated hearts;
mix and stir. The Riley siblings don't stand a chance.Mistletoe Magic:  Major Mark Riley plays Court Jester to Janelle Walsh's Snow Queen at the Christmas Parade and is instantly captivated by the cute redhead whose grandpa just happens to be Santa. When Mark learns she's the tenant he evicted from his newly purchased property, it's going to take a little bit of Santa's mistletoe magic to save their romance.
EXCERPT:
She gave him a quick half-smile and sidestepped toward the wagon. “It was nice to meet you, Major. Thanks for doing such a great job as the jester.”
“You’re welcome, and you can call me Mark, you know.”
“Major’s safer.”
The briefest flash of consternation in her expression told him she hadn’t meant to say that out loud. When her foot landed on the step so she could pull herself up into the driver’s seat, Mark caught her arm and turned her around. She grabbed hold of his shoulder to keep her balance on the narrow step.
“If I don’t do this, it’s going to drive me crazy until I see you again,” he told her in a low voice.
Her throat muscles worked in a hard swallow. “Do what?” A downward flick of her gaze said she knew the answer to her own question.
He let his mouth relax in a slow, confidant smile. One step closer brought him close enough to brace a hand against the wagon on either side of her. “I gotta tell you, pretty as you were as the Snow Queen, elf suits you better—although I do miss those cute, pointy little ears.”
She rolled her eyes. “Oh, please.”
He took a moment to let his gaze roam over her face. Snow drifted down silently and their breath mingled in the frigid air. Mark drew out the anticipation of what was to come, enjoying the awareness that warmed the space between them.
“You look like Christmas,” he murmured.
One corner of her mouth twitched. “I’m guessing it’s the costume.”
He shook his head and reached up to twirl a red curl around his finger, watching the silky length wind against his skin before holding her gaze with his. “Red and green, and all wrapped up like a delicious, cinnamon scented present.”
She laughed softly.
Mark closed the remaining few inches, pressing the length of his body to hers. “In fact, I think I need to go find Santa and tell him I’ve been a real good boy this year.”
He spoke the last words a hairsbreadth away from her lips.
"You ain’t been good enough for my granddaughter, sonny.”
Mark froze. Amusement sparkled in Janelle’s eyes. With an inward groan, he took a step back from Janelle and faced the owner of the stern voice. The Santa Claus from the parade stood directly behind him, glaring daggers at Mark over his wire-rimmed glasses, arms crossed over his bellyful of jelly under the jolly red suit. Janelle’s blond-haired cousin, Derek, stood beside him with a similar expression of hostility.
Mark swiveled his head toward Janelle. “Santa’s your grandfather?”
“Pretty cool, hey?”
“Oh, yeah,” he agreed. “Awesome.”
Janelle’s laughter didn’t soften Santa’s countenance. “If you know what’s good fer you, young man, you’ll step aside.”
Mark tensed. He sized up Santa and Derek in one swift glance. Derek stiffened, and his eyes narrowed when they met Mark’s. Mark almost burst out laughing when he realized his military instincts had kicked in out of habit. What the hell was he thinking? Like he’d actually fight the old man or her cousin?
“Easy, Grandpa,” Janelle intervened. “Much as I appreciate it, I can take care of myself. Besides, the major here is perfectly harmless—nothing but a big flirt.”
Mark’s ego took immediate offense. “Hey.”
“Don’t try to deny it. Even Marissa said so.”
Gee, thanks, Marissa. Ah, but wait—they’d been talking about him.
Santa’s bushy white eyebrows mashed together. “Hold on, are you Eric Riley’s brother?”
“Yeah…?”
The man stepped forward with a sudden grin, his hand outstretched. “Why didntcha say so? Butch Walsh, Major. And this here’s my grandson, Derek.”
“Nice to meet you both, but please, the name’s Mark.” He shook hands with them, all the while wondering how his younger brother had gotten in Santa’s good graces and managed to smooth the way for him? That used to be Mark’s job for Eric.
Derek put extra muscle into his handshake. When he let go, he still looked ready to give Mark the third degree and didn’t disappoint. “So, how long are you home on leave for, Major?”
Loose translation: How long before you get the hell out of town? Mark couldn’t help but square his shoulders to meet Derek’s challenging glare. “As of Friday, I no longer report to the United States Armed Forces. I’m returning to Pulaski permanently.”
“Early retirement?” Derek sneered.
“Personal choice.”
“Oh, is that what they call it these days?”
Mark’s anger exploded like a flash-bang. “Listen here you sonofabitch—I served my time, including six months in Afghanistan and two tours in Iraq. Don’t you dare suggest I haven’t done enough for my country.”
“Easy boys,” Santa warned.
Janelle jumped down between them at the same time Derek took a step forward. “Derek, knock it off. Both of you are going a little overboard.”
Mark glanced from her to Derek, consciously relaxing his clenched fists. “You’re right, I apologize.”
Derek’s lips remained clamped in a tight line.
Janelle shot him a dirty look before stepping forward to hug and kiss her grandpa on the cheek. “I’m going to try to beat the worst of the snow. Tell Grandma I hope she feels better soon.”
“I will. Drive safe, sweetheart, and be sure to give us a quick ring when yer home.”
She nodded. Mark stood aside so she could climb into the wagon. Once she’d brushed the snow from her seat and settled down, he moved closer and spoke in a low voice. “I’d like to see you again.”
She shifted her gaze over his shoulder before meeting his eyes with a soft smile. “Okay.”
“Janelle,” Derek protested from behind.
Mark ignored him. “When?”
“Is Tuesday too soon?”
“It’s not soon enough.”
“Don’t be a kiss-ass, Major.”
He grinned, determined to have her using his name by the end of Tuesday evening. “What time can I pick you up?”
“How about we meet at Figaro’s Pizza to pick up some dinner about six.”
“Sounds like a plan. I’ll be looking forward to it.”
“Me, too.” After one last smile for the men behind him, Janelle lightly snapped the reins and sent the horses into motion with a jingle of their bells. Mark watched her glide away through the falling snow before turning to face Santa Butch and Derek.
“You’d better not mess with her,” Derek warned. Without waiting for a reply, he spun on his boot heel and stalked back inside.
“Don’t mind him none,” Santa said, bushy brows drawn together in a frown. “He’s got issues with anything military.”
Mark still felt like a first-class jackass for flying off the handle so fast, but the thing was, Derek’s comments had struck a sore spot he didn’t want to fully acknowledge. As he and Santa Butch followed Derek more slowly, Mark ran a hand through his outgrown crew-cut to disperse the melting snow.
“I take it Janelle and him are close?”
“Them two’ve been through a lot together,” the old man confirmed. “That’s why he’s so protective of her.”
Mark stepped ahead to open the gym door.
On his way past, Santa clapped him on the shoulder with a grin, his eyes alight with a twinkle. “Lucky fer you, though, I like yer brother.”
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Mistletoe Mischief

A Romancing Wisconsin Holiday Story

Christmas recipe for love—combine a matchmaking Santa, lots of mistletoe, one iron-clad rule, fated hearts; mix and stir. The Riley siblings don't stand a chance.

Mistletoe Mischief: Christmas in July at the zoo is the last place single parents Eric Riley and Marissa Wilder expect to find love. Thanks to some mistletoe mischief in the form of their two young daughters and Santa, they discover mistletoe rules were not made to be broken. 
EXCERPT: (Brief scene history-Eric was one of the no-show chaperones who arrived later)
“Whoa—what the heck did you do?”
Eric’s voice rumbled in his chest against her back, but Marissa was too busy biting back a whimper of agony to enjoy the feel of the strong arms that’d caught her.
“My stupid heel wedged in the boards before, and I twisted my ankle when Heather almost went over the railing.”
And with that one single step just now, the throbbing pain she’d been trying to will away exploded into a thousand sharp knives stabbing at her ankle. Adrenaline had kept her oblivious until after she held Heather safe in her arms, and then, she’d hoped the pain would fade if she gave it a few minutes.
Obviously not.
“Mom? What’s the matter?”
Heather stood in front of them with an anxious expression. Marissa wiped the moisture from her eyes and gave her daughter a reassuring smile. “I hurt my ankle a little, but it’s okay, I’ll be fine.”
The knives had dulled slightly, receding enough to let the details of Eric’s hard, muscular body register on her consciousness. He helped her straighten, and her body slid up along his chest in the process. A wave of heat crashed over her.
“Can you stand?” he asked.
“As long as you don’t let go.” The moment the breathless words escaped, her cheeks flamed. She sounded as turned on as she suddenly felt. Their daughters stood three feet away, for heaven’s sake! Staring at their parents with big, round eyes.
“I won’t let go,” Eric promised. “Take a couple slow, deep breaths and I’ll carry you to that bench down there.”
Marissa focused her gaze toward the bottom of the steps. Thank God. He thought her breathlessness stemmed from the pain. A few moments ago, yes. Now? Not so much. And no way she’d let him carry her.
“I can walk.”
“It’ll be easier if—”
The zoo employee who’d checked on Heather earlier had noticed their group again. “Is everything okay?” the young man asked. “Should I call for the medical cart?”
“That’s not a bad idea,” Eric said. “Thanks.”
“I’ll walk,” Marissa insisted when the employee lifted his walkie-talkie.
“Fine, you walk,” Eric relented. But then he still nodded to the employee to make the call before stooping slightly to fit his shoulder under hers. His arm curved around her waist for support. “Let’s go. Girls, wait for us at the bottom.”
With his help, Marissa hobbled toward the stairs. She didn’t know which was worse, her unsteady balance in the strappy sandals, or the riot of sensations radiating from his large hand spanning her waist. In an attempt to gain some equilibrium, she put weight on her right foot again. Pain attacked with a vengeance and she sucked her breath through her teeth.
A low growl of annoyance sounded deep in Eric’s throat. “I need to look at your ankle sooner rather than later, and at the rate we’re going, it’ll take you a half hour to get down the stairs. Now hang on.”
He scooped her into his arms, leaving her no option but to cling to his neck. At five feet seven inches without shoes, she must weigh three times what his daughter did, yet he strode down the platform steps as if she were as light as his six year old daughter.
“What possessed you to wear heels to the zoo anyway?” he muttered.
She stiffened in his arms. “I’ll give you two guesses. One, I’m an airhead who enjoys people looking at her like she’s an idiot. Or two, I was supposed to work today, ran late and missed the bus at school, drove Heather here to meet her class where Patti begged me to help because three of her chaperones didn’t show up and after one look at my daughter’s face, I knew I couldn’t disappoint her.” She took a much-needed breath of air. “So I stayed in my stupid high heels.”
He’d descended the stairs and stood by the bench by now, but made no move to set her down. A slight frown creased his tanned brow.
Marissa lifted her eyebrows when his guilty gray gaze met hers. “Any other questions?”
“No.”

~~~
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Stacey Joy Netzel

Kid Classic

Older pic, but this is the lakeI just want to share something fun with you today. So we were up North at the cabin this past weekend, and after a filling dinner of yummy lasagna and awesome garlic bread, we decided to clean up the kitchen before dessert. Now, usually, we make the kids do the dishes since there's not a whole heck of a lot they do up there besides swim, eat, and play, but they ran outside as soon as they were done eating, and I decided to get to washing so we could enjoy treats later without having to do clean up after.

So my sister Bridgette is rinsing and drying, and my dad even agreed to pick up a towel after I asked him to pitch in (yes, believe it or not, Santa Butch was doing dishes!!), and we get to the point where we're almost done...

The screen door on the porch facing the lake slams, we hear the thump of little footsteps through the living room, and my son slides to a stop in the kitchen. Did he ask us adults if he could help?

Ha Ha Ha! Of course not. He's only nine after all.

Instead he asks...

Get ready for it...

"Is dessert open?"

Is dessert open?

Yes, that is exactly what he said. *grin* After we were done laughing, we finished the dishes and opened dessert!

We enjoyed apple pie and ice cream, and Double Chocolate Mocha Trifle while watching clips of the Ellen show on a laptop at the table. Yeah, we really go all out on desserts in our family. Why just have one when you can have two? (sorry, no pictures) Ellen was the proverbial icing on the cake.

Adding to our fun that day...we had an acorn war that lasted over a half hour. That's right--acorn war. It seems to be a bumper year for acorns on the oak trees (which probably means a long, hard winter after our previous mild one), and one of the kids tossed an acorn as a joke, which led to someone tossing back, and within minutes we all joined in. Santa Butch, Uncle Jeff, Aunt Bridgette, mom (me) and kids.

The single rule was you could only throw one  at a time, but even then, those little suckers sting. Especially if you were bent over to reload your ammo. Big butts make prime targets! (mine included LOL) Um...might have something to do with our double desserts, but I ain't admitting nuthin!

Hope you had a great weekend and found some time for some fun of your own.

Stacey Joy Netzel

Oh...and if you're wondering about Santa Butch, go meet the fiction behind reality. Check out Mistletoe Mischief at Amazon, BN, Apple

LOST IN ITALY gets a new cover!

I loved my original cover for LOST IN ITALY, the model pics were so absolutely perfect for how I pictured my characters... 
...but, alas, it was time to give it a new look that better fit the Romantic Suspense genre, and this is what Kim Killion of Hot Damn Designs designed for me.   I LOVE IT! And the full front and back for the print version...   Much as I'd have loved to keep the hot guy pic, he just didn't fit. So enjoy him here, or on my Twitter page. :)   "Yeah, we're looking at you, buddy!" Get your copy of Lost In Italy today and have a great day!(Psst--check out the cover on the left side for buy links) Stacey Joy Netzel  

Tomatoes: final canning update

So, tomatoes were next...
Some funky tomatoes this year, but they didn't affect the quality :)
Tomatoes; batch 1 These... became this first batch of 16 quarts and 4 pints of spaghetti sauce.
Batch 2
This...
became 13 quarts and 8 pints of sloppy joe sauce.
(4 quarts and 8 pints salsa not pictured) 
Batch 3 and THESE...
(pint and quart jars inserted for size reference) became 16 pints of diced tomatoes
10 quarts of salsa
20 quarts and 17 pints of spaghetti
...with a bit left over
 Batch 3 was a looooooonnnnnnng day. 7:15am to 9:30pm--with help from the kids! But all the jars sealed, and at the end of the season, I have a pantry FULL of yummy canned goods.



There are still a ton of tomatoes in my garden. I've given buckets to my sisters, and am debating trying a batch of ketchup, though I'm a bit canned out.

(update--Batch 4 on Friday gave us 7 quarts and 7 pints more of salsa. I did try the ketchup and though it was pretty good, the time sacrificed was not worth the yield for one batch.)

Till next year...

Stacey Joy Netzel

Mmm...Pie

The kids spent some time at grandma and grandpa's and came home with a bucket full of blackberries, so my 10 yr old daughter decided to make a pie from scratch. Crust and all. Here's a few pictures...
Double checking the measurements
Making the crust
All those blackberries ~ filling's the best part
(or would've been if Mom had remembered to add some flour)
Ready to bake
(extra crust is for cinnamon-sugar crust cutouts--they were GOOD!)
All done!
YUM!So, even though I read the directions wrong and forgot to have her add flour to the filling which made it a bit watery, it was still delicious. She can bake me a pie any day! Thanks Morgan!

Stacey Joy Netzel

Out with the Old, in with the "New"

This is me on August 31st, 2012, saying goodbye after close to 17 years doing corporate travel for the same company. (20 years in the travel business.)

Loved the flowers, will miss the girls and travelers, and the cake was Yummy!
And this is me September 4th, 2012, my first day as a FULL-TIME WRITER!!!

I cleaned my desk just for the occasion. Usually it's buried.
The title and what I wrote above is a tad misleading because I've been writing for over 10 years now, and for at least the last 5 years I've put in full time hours+ on my writing in addition to working the part-time day job, but there's something to be said for knowing that it's OFFICIAL and I won't be driving in to the other job anymore.

It's all on me now...

Yikes! I better get to work!


I hope you all have a great week ~ I plan to. It also helps that the kids are back to school!!! *grin*

Stacey Joy Netzel

Winner(s) for my Romancing the Blog Hop Stop

Good Tuesday morning everyone!

My hubby did the honors of picking my winners. And yes, I originally had just one prize listed, but seeing as today is my first official day as a Full Time Writer, I'm celebrating with some bonus prizes.

First Prize Party Lite Candles:  JEAN MP




3 bonus winners get their choice of ebook from my backlist:
     1. CRYSTAL73  (random draw from hubby)
     2. JENESE LEON for being the first commentor on the post
     3. JESSICA for squeaking in at 11:59pm last night.

I will contact each of you via your email addresses to get you squared away.

THANKS to all who hopped on by. Hope you're resting today. *grin*

Have a wonderful week!

Stacey Joy Netzel

Oh, and here's the listing for the overall hop grand prizes:


After over 9,000 comments the Romancing the Blog Hop has some grand prize winners!!  Congrats!
Grand Prize Winners:
Kindle Fire Winner:Laurie Goudge(from It's the Journey that Counts's Blog)
$130 Amazon Gift Card:Ellie(from Carrie Ann Ryan's Blog)
Swag Pack:Cassandra (from Dana Delamar's Blog)

Romancing the Hop!

Welcome to my HOP STOP Besides the great prizes listed below, I'm offering a prize, too. Read on!


1st Grand Prize: A Kindle Fire or Nook Tablet
2nd Grand Prize: A $130 Amazon or B&N Gift Card
3rd Grand Prize: The following Swag Pack! 

See the movie in there toward the left, ONE FINE DAY? It's hiding a bit, can't see George Clooney's handsome mug (*pout*) or Michelle Pheiffer's beautiful face, but that's my contribution. Actually, I'm not too upset George is hidden--those abs to the right deserve front billing, right? Anyway, One Fine Day is one of my favorite romantic comedies and the scene at the end where he's going in for that first kiss just melts my heart every time I watch, which has been more than a few times.

The movie itself contains kids and isn't overly romantic in a flowers and candlelight way, but the back and forth between the two characters is what really draws me in, like most of my favorite romantic movies do. Here's an excerpt from my contemporary western and though it's not overtly romantic in the classic sense of the word either, I'd be pretty happy if my hubby ever wanted to re-inact this scene, um, minus the pain of a dislocated shoulder... *grin*


CHASIN' MASON

AMAZON , BN , SW , ARe , KOBO

Catch the stallion ~ win the ranch. A simple competition between bitter enemies until passion flares in the simmering Texas heat.

Tripp strode in with the bucket of hot water, only pausing a second when he saw her at the sink, the bowls dripping in the drain rack on the counter. She turned away to reach for a drying towel, listening to his booted footsteps cross the floor to the bathroom. Moments later, he stood next to her and removed the towel from her shaky fingers.
Go.”
 Afraid his expression would match his cold tone, she headed straight for the bathroom. No more than she closed the door, she realized she needed her pajamas for after she was done washing. He turned around when she stepped back out.
“Do you need help?”
His grudging offer surprised her, as did the warm flicker of concern in his blue eyes. Until the picture of him removing her shirt flashed so vividly that she panicked and her “No!” came out fast and sharp. His gaze hardened again. Tossing aside the towel, he left the cabin without another word.
Forcing herself not to give in to self-pity, she took out her tank pajama top and shorts, but realized she’d never be able to raise her injured arm high enough to put on the top. Pushing it back in her bag, she pulled out a short-sleeved cotton shirt with small buttons. After she’d washed, and won the struggle to put on and fasten her clean clothes, she stared in the mirror at her tangled, dusty curls. There was more than enough water left for a wash, and the last thing she wanted to do was go to bed with dirty, grimy hair.
Managing to carry the bucket from the bathroom to the larger kitchen sink, she took a few moments to get everything ready and within reach for when her head was upside down in the sink to rinse. But then she paused. How the hell was she really going to do this one-handed? The pills she’d taken had dulled the pain to a bearable ache for now, but bending over that sink would be mighty uncomfortable.
She lifted her uninjured arm to run a hand through her curls, thinking maybe she could get away with a good brushing. Only a few inches past her hairline, the tangles impeded her progress. An attempt to force her fingers through the mess only resulted in pulling at her now itchy scalp. She set her jaw with stubborn determination; washing was the only option.
Unfortunately, by the time she got her hair wet, the ache in her shoulder had increased to an insistent throb again. She measured her breaths and kept going, resolved to get the job done now that she’d started. A reach for the shampoo bottle accidently knocked the handle of the pan of water she’d set on the counter for rinsing. The pan spun, teetered on the edge, then fell to the floor with a loud clang.
Her automatic grab for the pan jolted her shoulder. “Ow. Damn it all.”
After a deep breath and a glance at the water all over the floor, she admitted this was not going to work. But, crap, now her hair was soaking wet.
Boots sounded on the porch and the door banged open.
“What the hell are you doing in here?”
Reggie stiffened, mortified at how she must look with her butt sticking out as her head hung in the sink. “I’m washing my hair. Now get out.”
Silence followed, but she didn’t hear Tripp’s boots or the door.
“And how’s that going for you?”
The smirk in his voice made her feel like even more of an idiot. “Tripp, please, just go, okay?”
She heard a soft sigh. He moved then, only it was toward her.
“Tripp—”
“Shut-up and let me help.”
From the corner of her eye, she saw him grab a chair with one hand, lifting it easily to carry it to her side.
“Turn around and sit so you can tip your head back.”
After a moment’s hesitation, she did as he ordered while he held her hair over the sink. Her neck rested against something soft, and she realized he’d put a towel across the edge of the basin for her comfort. Still, she cringed, adjusting her position as he picked up the pan from the floor and refilled it from the warm bucket of water. Sitting was better than bending over, but the hard chair back added pressure against her sore shoulder.
“What’s the matter?” he asked.
“Nothing.”
“You’re making a face. Does your shoulder hurt?”
“A little,” she admitted, but then smoothed out her expression and tried not to wiggle anymore. He strode across the room for a pillow on the bed and returned to her side, motioning for her to sit forward. After he slipped the cushion behind her, she settled back with relief.
“Better?”
Her heart thudded at the sight of his steady blue gaze staring down at her, full of concern. She managed a quiet, “Yes, thank you.”
“Good.” He reached for the shampoo bottle. “Now scoot down some and tilt your head back.”
He poured peach-scented shampoo into his palm and rubbed his hands together before leaning over to ease his fingers into her still-dripping hair, starting along the hairline. Her eyelids drifted shut as his fingers began to knead her scalp. Wow. As he worked his way from her forehead all the way to the base of her neck, she fought a wave of tiredness. His massage was too good to sleep through.
She opened her eyes for a peek to find his chest above her face as he worked the shampoo along the roots and down the length of her curls.
Her senses filled with the mingled scent of peaches and Tripp, Irish Spring soap from his bath and warm male. A tingle spread down her neck, across her shoulders into her arms. It took over her entire body when he massaged backward, from her neck to her forehead again.
“Mmmm.”
The moment she heard her own aroused sound of pleasure, she cut it off. Damn it. Heat flooded her cheeks. Without opening her eyes, she knew he was watching her reaction, could feel his gaze as if it touched her. Her nipples tightened at the thought, and she swallowed hard. His muscled leg shifted against her arm a moment before a steady stream of warm water flowed over her scalp.
He rinsed her hair thoroughly and squeezed the water out. When he told her to sit up, the rougher than usual rasp of his voice sent a sensual ripple along her nerves. A towel fell over her head and his hands began to massage again. Aching shoulder or not, she was ready to jump him right here.
If only the idiot hadn’t thrown the condoms in the fire.
~*~

Condoms in the fire?? Yep! Pick up a copy of CHASIN' MASON and you can find out what the heck is up with that?!

AMAZON , BN , SW , ARe , KOBO


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 What's my prize you ask? One lucky commentor will win this set of mini-barrel jar candles from Party Lite to set the mood for your next romantic evening.  Scents: Apricot Daisy and Bamboo Mist Thank you so much for swinging by and Happy Hopping!
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Stacey Joy Netzel

Winner: BBB Summer Launch Event

Elizabeth K. is the winner of my signed print 3 book Colorado Trust Series Giveaway in connection with the Beach Book Blast Summer Launch Event.
Thank youto everyone who stopped by and participated!

There will be more contests and chances to win coming up--check out my Coming Soon tab up top and I hope to see you again real soon.
Stacey Joy Netzel