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TUESDAY TALES - "SPEAK" IS WORD PROMPT

Welcome to Tuesday Tales. The word prompt is "speak." I am continuing Maggie's story this week. Thank you for stopping by. Don't forget to return and read the wonderful stories by other writers.
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After her encounter with Anne Roberts, Maggie bounced out of bed each day, hoping to run into the woman and her baby. She’d meet Burt in the kitchen.“Say, Burt, can you find out how long someone’s going to be in the hotel?”
“Why? What for?” He narrowed his eyes.
“Nothing. Just there’s this woman with her baby. And, well, she asked me to help. The lad was crying and I…”
“You’re not supposed to mix with the guests, Maggie. I thought I made that clear.”
“Mr. Wiggins said if a guest needs something, we should provide it,” she said, sticking out her chin. “The woman’s child wouldn’t stop crying. She asked me for help.”
That’s the way, girl. Speak up for yourself.
“So, what did you do?” He raised an eyebrow.
“I patted the laddie on my shoulder a bit and he burped. Tears stopped.”
“Bet she was grateful.”
“She was. So I was wondering if you could find out how long she’s stayin’?”
“Maybe I can and maybe I can’t.” He leaned over a little closer to her. “But a little kiss might be just the ticket to get you what you want.”
Maggie shoved him away. “Burt McFarland! Shame on you! Get away from me.”
“Pretty high and mighty for a maid, Missy.”
“Leave me alone. I don’t need your help.”
“Fine, then. Get your own arse to work.” He huffed out the door.
Maggie picked up her sweater and purse, then headed for the subway. When she arrived at the hotel, she stopped at the front desk.
“Alex. Can you tell me how long Mrs. Anne Roberts is staying?”
The young man smiled at her. “For you,
Maggie, anything.” He flipped through a large book on the counter.
“Hmm. Seems she’s here for two months.
Not leaving until the fifteenth of July.”Maggie grinned at him, her heart lifted. “Thanks, Alex.”
“You have dealings with her?” He knitted his brows.
“Just helped her with her baby for a moment. She’s a nice lady.
Thought I might look in on her when I have time and see if she needs anything.”
“That’s the spirit, Maggie,” Mr. Wiggins said, as he came around the corner. “Wish we had more employees like you.”
“Thank you, sir.”
Maggie went to her locker and changed into her uniform. As she pushed her cart down the hall, she heard a soft voice calling.
“Maggie?” Turning her head, the maid spied Anne Roberts in the doorway of her suite, motioning for Maggie to join her.
“He’s sleeping,” she whispered. “Thought you might like to see him when he’s calm.”
Maggie peeked in at the infant. “He’s beautiful. What's his name?”

“Penn. After his grandfather.”
“Perfect. Unusual name for an unusual boy.”
“His father is off closing a deal this morning, so Penn and I are alone.”
“I’m around if you need me, Missus.”
Anne patted her shoulder. “Thank you. That’s very comforting. You’re much more help than Mr. Roberts.”
She smiled.
“My pleasure, Missus. My pleasure.”
Maggie couldn’t take her eyes off the little boy. He’d won her heart in an instant. And he’d be here for another month and a half. Happiness flowed through the young woman as she leaned against the door jamb. 
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TUESDAY TALES - MUG

Welcome! Today's word prompt is "mug". I'm continuing with Maggie's Story today. Don't forget to return to Tuesday Tales and read the other amazing authors' work there. Thank you for stopping by.

*****Maggie made a face when Burt shoved a mug of steaming hot coffee at her at 5 a.m.   “Tea drinker, Burt,” she managed to mumble.
   “Coffee’s the drink here, girl. Get used to it. It’ll jump start your day.”
   Maggie and Burt traveled to the hotel together every morning.
After three weeks, she still wasn’t used to getting up at five. They walked to the subway together in silence, Maggie not awake enough to talk or listen. 
The work at the hotel was hard. She lifted heavy bundles and carted piles and piles of sheets and towels. And sometimes disgusting, too. Shocked at what people did to hotel rooms or what they left behind, she'd shake her head and mutter to herself. Emptying waste baskets with used condoms in them made her sigh.
   Her workday finished at three thirty. She’d return home and flop in bed for a nap. At five, Maggie was alone in the house. Bored and broke, she'd cook. When her roommates returned at six, they were grateful to have a hot meal waiting for them. And Maggie never had to do the washing up afterward.  
   She’d mastered the art of cleaning up while remaining invisible. One day, while she was returning with her load of dirty linens, she heard a baby crying. The door to the hotel room was cracked open.
   Peeking inside, she saw a beautiful blonde woman, holding an infant and walking to and fro with him while he wailed. 
   Her eyes, full with tears threatening to spill over, connected with Maggie’s. Crap! Am I going to get in trouble for peeping?   A shiver of fear shot up her spine as she returned to her cart. The door opened.    “Wait,” said a trembling, female voice. “Do you know anything about children?” By now, a few tears had escaped and were running down her cheeks.
   “Six younger brothers and sisters, so I guess you could say I do.”
   “Please help me. I don’t know what he wants.”
   Fearful she was overstepping her boundaries, Maggie crossed the threshold of the suite anyway. She reminded herself what her boss had said. The guest comes first. Whatever they want, we provide.
  The woman handed the baby to Maggie. He had a bit of dark hair and beautiful blue eyes, bathed in tears. His little face was red from crying. She spoke to him in a soft voice and rubbed his back with one hand while she chested him with the other. The child gave forth with a loud burb, then quieted down.
   “I’ll take him now. And thank you.” The woman pulled a twenty dollar bill from her pocket and pressed it into Maggie’s hand.
   “No need…”
   “Please. I insist.”
   Maggie nodded, grateful for the extra cash.
   “My name’s Anne Roberts,” she said, holding out her free hand.
   “Maggie. How old is he?”
   “About eight months. Thank you, again.” She smiled and closed the door.
    Maggie stopped to lean against the wall and close her eyes. He’s about the age mine woulda been.  
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SNEAK PEEK AT SWEET LOVE REMEMBERED

This is my latest work, a military romance short story. It's only $.99. Here's a bit about it:

Blown apart by a heart-rending tragedy, Matt and Perri Jessup went their separate ways; he to Afghanistan and she to New York City. With loss, acrimony and heartbreak coming between them, was there any reason to stay together? Would a chance meeting five years later bring back old recriminations and accusations? Could they build a bridge between them or was the gulf to wide to cross?

Here's a sneak peek at the first chapter.



Chapter One

“Get out of the car.”
“What’d I say?”
“Get out.” Perri shifted the car into drive.
“Look, Perri, the kid’s been gone for five years already. When are you gonna let go?” Ike closed the door but leaned on the open window, in no hurry to leave.
“Mike. The kid’s name was Mike,” Perri said as she peeled out, depressing the gas pedal almost to the floor. “Asshole.”
Perri slowed down when she crossed the George Washington Bridge into New Jersey. She forked right onto the Palisades Parkway, then leaned back against the rich leather seat of her BMW. The drive to Pine Grove was so familiar she could do it in her sleep.
You’d be five today, Mikey. If you had lived. It’s five years since we scattered your ashes in Cedar Lake.
June twenty-second, the day before Mikey’s birthday, was the day of Perri’s annual trip to Pine Grove. She took a shaky breath. SIDS took four-month-old Michael Jessup. The son of Perri and Sergeant Matthew Jessup…once her husband, now her ex.
Perri pulled into the driveway of the Pine Grove Guesthouse facing Cedar Lake. She had a standing reservation for the same week every year. Lacy Ryan, gray-haired owner of the guesthouse, had Perri’s room ready. She took a freshly baked cookie off the plate Lacy was holding.
“Room’s ready, Perri.” Lacy hugged the pretty brunette.
“What’s all that lumber in old Doc Branford’s yard?” Perri munched on her cookie.
“Doc moved to Florida. Somebody bought the place. Fixin’ it up too.” Lacy took the plate into the kitchen. “Coffee’s still hot.”
Perri felt a twinge in her gut. Doc Branford’s house was the house she and Matt stayed in on their brief honeymoon. He was on leave from the Marines when they met. Every year Perri peered at the old place from next door, watching it get more dilapidated and seedy. She couldn’t bear to stay there. Too many memories…it’s where Mike was conceived. They stayed there again when they brought his ashes up…when they had that brutal fight. Perri shook her head to get rid of the memory.
“He wouldn’t have died if you’d been here instead of Afghanistan!” she screamed at him.
“You…you let my son die!” he hollered back.
The shouting match echoed in her brain as if she was hearing it for the first time. Her stomach knotted as the horrible words they exchanged knifed through her gut.
“You all right? Ya look kinda pale,” Lacy asked. She put her hand on Perri’s forearm as she guided her into the kitchen.
“Do you know who bought Doc’s place?” Perri took a sip of her coffee.
“Nope. Haven’t seen him yet.” Lacy fumbled with her cup, nearly dropping it.
“Think I’ll take a look after I unpack.”
“Oh, I wouldn’t do that. Trespassing. It’s somebody’s property…he probably don’t like people snooping around.”
Perri shot Lacy a quizzical look, but the older woman avoided her glance.
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TUESDAY TALES

Welcome! This week's prompt is "catch". This is a continuation of Maggie's Story, which begins about thirty years go. Don't forget to go back and read the amazing Tuesday Tales authors.

 ******************30 years ago “Aggie, it’s been two weeks and this pip ain’t got a job. Rent’s due in another week,” Burt said. “Maggie, any leads?” Agnes turned to face her roommate.
The brunette shook her head. She’d worn out a pair of shoes, walking the pavement, looking for a job, with no luck.
“Burt, take her in with you. They’re always looking for people at the hotel?”
 “Yeah, yeah. Just fired a chambermaid yesterday. Everyone’s complainin’ they’ll have to do twice the work.” “Burt works at the Gold Crown Hotel.” “You do?” Maggie’s eyes got wide.
“In the laundry,” he snorted.“Oh.”
“They’ll be needin’ a new maid. You game?” He looked at Maggie.
“Sure. Thanks.” She twisted a napkin in her hands, dropping her gaze to avoid Burt’s piercing stare.
“It’s hard work, girl.”
“I’m not afraid of hard work.” She raised her chin.“Be ready at five thirty.”
“In the morning?”“Hell yes. Laundry, maid’s work is done in the morning. But you’ll get out around three.”
She nodded. “Don’t fuss about clothes. They give you a uniform. Just keep your knickers on, your mouth shut and your eyes to yourself and you’ll do fine.” He looked her up and down, then gave his head a slight shake.
“Thanks.” Maggie knew that her skinny form wouldn’t tempt anyone and for the first time, she was relieved. The next morning, she threw together a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, grabbed a carrot and stuffed it into a small bag. She met Burt at the door.
“Come on, lassie. Don’t look so glum. A smile might get you the job. No one likes to work around a sad sack.” She missed her own room, her quiet life in England, taking care of children and reading. She sighed and kept her mouth shut. Good practice.
Burt introduced her to Mr. Vane, the man who did the hiring. He looked her up and down in the most demeaning manner. “Awful skinny. Gotta lift sacks of wet towels.” He leaned over to squeeze her biceps. She jumped.
“Don’t get ‘em in a twist, girl. Just seeing if you got any muscle on those bones.”“Yessir.” Maggie tried to keep the tremble out of her voice.
“I suppose beggars can’t be choosers. You’re hired. But you better keep up!” Mr. Vane fished through a pile of uniforms. “This looks like it might fit your scrawny frame. Catch!” He tossed the white cloth dress at her.Burt winked and gave her the thumbs up.
“Be here at six. Not one minute after.”“Yessir.” Maggie nodded, tucked the uniform under her arm, did a half curtsy and left with Burt.
“Ya done good, lassie.”Maggie let out a breath. Now my life begins. 
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TUESDAY TALES - RANDOM

Welcome! Today's word prompt is "random". For those who have read, TO LOVE OR NOT TO LOVE, I am starting Maggie & John's story here in Tuesday Tales and will be bringing it out as a book when it's completed. Here's the first installment.

MAGGIE'S STORY


“It’s not like I’m going to take up with some random stranger, Mum,” Maggie said, twisting a handkerchief in her hand.
“Just be a good girl. Do what they tell you.” Her mother patted her hand.
“I’m not a girl. I’m twenty,” the young woman mumbled.
“Just don’t get preggers again.Okay?”
Maggie glared at her mother. A loud whistle startled the two women.
“Time for me to go.” With a quick wave, Maggie’s mother exited down the gangway as the ship prepared to depart Southampton for New York.
Maggie Chadwick spotted the woman making her way to the underground. Glad to have this bad seed off her hands, I bet. Sure she’d gotten knocked up. When Nigel bugged off to Wales, her mum had maneuvered her into having an abortion she didn't want.
Now Maggie was headed to New York City, to bunk in with a cousin she’d met once. Embarrassing daughter problem eliminated. The ship pulled out of the dock and headed East.  It took every penny her mum and dad had put away for holiday to pay for her passage. She assuaged her feelings of guilt with the fact that this was the last dime they'd ever spend on her. Her passage was one way. People milled around everywhere, but loneliness surrounded her lie a cloak. She shivered. She’d be cleaning up her own messes from now on.
When they docked in Manhattan, Maggie a woman in a loud dress accosted her.
“There you are, dearie! Good to see you, Mags.” The woman slapped her on the back.
“Gladys?”
“Come on, lovey. This way.”
After days of being alone, Maggie was happy to see a friendly face. She took a deep breath, then descended into the hot subway, half scared, half curious.  
The two bedroom apartment was small. Gladys led her to a narrow twin bed in a room jammed with two other beds the same size. There was barely space to move.
“This is yours, love. Here’s the paper. Look for a job. If you can’t find anything. Burt might be able to get you some work as a chambermaid at the hotel where he works. Do ya know how to make a bed?”  Maggie nodded. Gladys handed her a set of keys, kissed her on the cheek and headed for the front door. When her cousin was gone, Maggie sank down on her bed and cried. BACK TO TUESDAY TALES My website My newsletter

5 FAST, FUN FACTS FOOTBALL - 3

It's fast facts time again! Then there's a taste of GRIFF MONTGOMERY, QUARTERBACK. Who says football has an off season?  Here are some more fun and some surprising facts. 


Football Facts
1. Just two years after finishing their careers, approximately 78% of NFL players go bankrupt.
2.  Though football games usually last around 3 hours, the ball is typically in play for only 11 minutes. Around 56% of the game on TV is devoted to replays.
3.  In 1892, former Yale star William “Pudge” Heffelfinger became the first recognized pro player when he accepted $500 to play for the Allegheny Athletic Association.
4.  In an NFL game, as many as 75 minutes, or about 60% of total TV air time (excluding commercials), is spent on shots of players standing on the line of scrimmage, huddling, or just walking around between snaps.
5.  Injured football players in televised NFL games get six more seconds of camera time than celebrating players.(Thanks to randomhistory.com)
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A glimpse at Griff Montgomery: Griff crouched down to scratch the dog behind the ears then straightened. “Time for bed.”
“I thought you already did that?” The unfiltered words flew out of her before she could stop them. Lauren clamped her hand over her mouth, but it was too late.
He threw a stern look her way.
“I’m sorry. I don’t mean to pry. It’s none of my business,” she prattled on.
“Damn right, it’s none of your business.”
“I’m sorry. Really. It’s just that you said…indicated…implied you wouldn’t be home ’til morning and I…well, I mean, here you are. And I wondered…okay. I’m shutting up now.”
“Good night.” He turned his back to her and headed toward his room, stopping in the doorway. “And ‘no,’ I’m not going to tell you about my date.”
Embarrassment choked her. She scrambled up the stairs, wishing she could disappear.
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Summary  He wanted a wife. She didn’t want to get married – ever.  Not exactly a match made in heaven. Ten years ago, Griff Montgomery, star quarterback of the Kings and womanizer, became a stand-in father for his widowed sister’s kids. After they moved away, Griff wanted his own family. But where does a “player” go to find his ideal mate?
Having sworn off marriage forever, Lauren Farraday barely kept her life together after her divorce. With her career shaky and depression closing in, the last thing she needed was a courtroom battle with a sexy athlete.
Wary of Griff’s reputation with women, and hiding a secret, Lauren holds on to her heart.  Can the quarterback handle the truth or will he walk away, like he has in the past?      Buy links:
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5 FAST, FUN, FOOTBALL FACTS - PART 2

Welcome back! Time for part 2  in our fun football facts post and another teaser from GRIFF MONTGOMERY, QUARTERBACK. I've been asked if my football romance book has real football scenes in it and the answer is "yes" it does, as do the others books in the FIRST & TEN series.


Football Facts 
1. Where do all those footballs come from? Wilson Sporting Goods Company in Ada, Ohio has been the official supplier to the NFL since 1941. They make over 2 million footballs every year!
2.  Only two players have caught, rushed, and thrown a touchdown against the same team in the same game: Walter Payton in 1979 and David Patton in 2001.
3.  Originally, football was most popular in Midwestern industrial towns, its spread and rise in popularity around the U.S. is most often traced to the 1958 NFL Championship game, which has been called the “Greatest Game Ever Played.”
4. That game was played in Yankee Stadium. The game between Baltimore and New York went to sudden death overtime. Final score? Baltimore 23, NY 17. Why was this game so popular? It was televised nationally on NBC. 
5. Another fact that sent this game into star status were the 12 receptions by Raymond Berry for 178 yards and a touchdown. This record stood for 55 years until Demaryius Thomas broke it with 13 receptions in Super Bowl XLVIII. Wow! 
(Thanks to randomhistory.com)  ********Now for 2 short teasers from GRIFF MONTGOMERY, QUARTERBACK (caution, locker room language ahead):
1.

With Spike tucked securely under his arm, Griff pushed open the door to the workout room at the stadium.“No dogs allowed, Montgomery. And that includes your girlfriend,” snickered Aloysius “Trunk” Mahoney, defensive linebacker.“Very funny. I’m gonna die laughing.”“What if he shits in here?” Mahoney cocked an eyebrow at Griff.“He already took a dump in your helmet, asshole.”  2.
“Quite a welcoming committee. Aren’t you going to introduce me?”“To these animals? Never. Come on.” He took her arm, turning her toward the parking lot and escorting her to her car.“Some of them are kinda cute. ’Specially the one with the blond hair,” she said, fishing around in her purse.“Buddy? He’s the biggest man-whore of them all.”She chuckled as she pulled out her car keys. “Bigger than you?”“He leaves me in the dust.”Lauren stopped, her eyes wide. “Wow.”********Summary

He wanted a wife. She didn’t want to get married – ever.  Not exactly a match made in heaven. Ten years ago, Griff Montgomery, star quarterback of the Kings and womanizer, became a stand-in father for his widowed sister’s kids. After they moved away, Griff wanted his own family. But where does a “player” go to find his ideal mate?

Having sworn off marriage forever, Lauren Farraday barely kept her life together after her divorce. With her career shaky and depression closing in, the last thing she needed was a courtroom battle with a sexy athlete.
Wary of Griff’s reputation with women, and hiding a secret, Lauren holds on to her heart.  Can the quarterback handle the truth or will he walk away, like he has in the past?     
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AMAZON
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5 FAST, FUN FACTS ABOUT FOOTBALL!

Welcome! For the next three weeks, I'm going to be posting new fun facts about football and short teasers, every couple of days, from my brand new book, GRIFF MONTGOMERY, QUARTERBACK, first book in the First & Ten series. 
In addition to being a romance writer, I'm also a rabid football fan.  Even though I'm a big fan, I still had to do tons of research. I guess you could say it was a labor of love. 
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  Football Facts
1.  American football sprouted from a combination of rugby and soccer - both from England. This bastard sports child called football took hold on college campuses in the 1800's, and grew from there to capture many U.S. hearts.
2. In the late 1800's a coach named Walter Camp became known as the "father of football" when he created rules regarding downs, distances and scrimmages.
3. The NFL started out in 1920 as the American Professional Football League. Two years later, it changed its name to the National Football League, which is what it's known as today.
4. The Super Bowl is the most watched television event, surpassing the Oscars, March Madness basketball, the World Series (one game) and the Stanley Cup Playoffs (one game).
5. Pigskin? Think again. Footballs are made from cowhide. It takes about 600 cows to make enough footballs for an entire season of NFL games. 
******Here's a snippet from GRIFF MONTGOMERY, QUARTERBACK, my brand new football romance novel: “What else are you good at, besides grilling and throwing a football?”“Do you want the PG version or X-rated?” He snickered, his dark eyes dancing with mischief as they skimmed over her skimpy robe, making her shiver.She laughed.Griff slipped his hand over her free one. “Or should I show you?” His gaze settled on her lips.She finished chewing and sat back, checking him out again. His muscles were nicely defined, and the sprinkling of dark chest hair tempted her fingers. She ached to touch him, but resisted. He’s a womanizer. He’ll leave you. He’ll hurt you. “Don’t think so.” She removed her hand to cut another piece of meat.
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Brief synopsis: He wanted a wife. She didn’t want to get married – ever.  Not exactly a match made in heaven. Ten years ago, Griff Montgomery, star quarterback of the Kings and womanizer, became a stand-in father for his widowed sister’s kids. After they moved away, Griff wanted his own family. But where does a “player” go to find his ideal mate? Having sworn off marriage forever, Lauren Farraday barely kept her life together after her divorce. With her career shaky and depression closing in, the last thing she needed was a courtroom battle with a sexy athlete. Wary of Griff’s reputation with women, and hiding a secret, Lauren holds on to her heart.  Can the quarterback handle the truth or will he walk away, like he has in the past?     
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Trip to San Antonio - Chapter One

YES! I did see the Alamo. It was fascinating  and,surprisingly, very small. I didn't expect San Antonio to be so tropical. But there are palm trees, and 65 degree temperatures! It's lovely and the people are friendly.

I was delighted to see horse-drawn carriages lit with beautiful colored lights at night, gliding along like Cinderella's carriage. This is what they looked like during the day.












THE CONFERENCE


I can't say much about the activities at the Wild Wicked Weekend con, because what happens in San Antonio must stay in San Antonio. But I can share a pics of  the hottest cover models around: Kelli, Axl, Taylor, and Cole.
 
 And singer Jackson Young was there. Here he's with Cheryl and Maranda. Jackson is going to be singing at the Day with the Authors event in Nashville. Whoopee! Love that man!


















This is Cole. He'd be the perfect model for the Devon Drake cover, 4th book in the First & Ten series.

THE HOTEL
The Mengar Hotel is beautiful, old, elegant and haunted! Yep. That's right. Haunted. And I had my first ghostly experience there. But first a few pics of this gorgeous place.
The historic lobby.






















































 Gorgeous stained glass window in the ceiling.






















THE SUPERNATURAL
     I'm not a huge believer in ghosts and stuff. I wasn't. But I am now. Saturday night, I got back to my room before eleven. I went to work, writing because the Internet was spotty. When I got into bed, I glanced at the clock on the nightstand. It was at an angle, I could only see the 2 on the display and assumed, because of the angle, the one wasn't visible. It was after midnight.
    I woke up and rolled over to glance at the clock. It read 7:41a.m. I was surprised I had slept so late. I pulled back the covers and padded over to the window. After peeking behind the curtain, all I could see was darkness. Something was wrong. Either we were in world's biggest storm or...well, something was wrong.
    I picked up my watch. It read 5.41 a.m.! Yep. And it was right. Someone or something moved the clock ahead by two hours. That's right, TWO HOURS! The clock had been right on target all weekend. I had been in the room the whole time.
    Being too sleepy to think, I fixed the clock and got back in bed. It wasn't until breakfast that I realized what had happened. When I fixed the clock, I noticed you had to hold down the buttons to make the hour move. There was something in that room with me. And it moved the clock two hours ahead. I am a believer.

THE RANCH
I'm on the ranch now. Will update tonight or tomorrow with pictures. It's cold and raining, so we're huddled inside, writing. Hope you have a great day!Comments welcome!!

Yep! I'm headed off to the Wild Wicked Weekend in ...

 
Yep! I'm headed off to the Wild Wicked Weekend in San Antonio with a bunch of romance writers and readers tomorrow. On Sunday I'm heading to The Silver Spur dude ranch to soak up everything I can about cowboys and cowboy country for a future cowboy romance series.  There will be horses. And fields, grass, trees and fences...and 
did I mention cowboys?   Lots of cowboys.
 I hope you'll stop by and share a laugh with me about my adventures or misadventures in San Antonio and Bandera. I'll write what I can, but what happens in San Antonio stays in San Antonio, unless it makes a good plot or character for a book. LOL!
Adios, until tomorrow!
Jean