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TUESDAY TALES - WORD PROMPT "SEXY"

Here's a snippet from my WIP, Under the Midnight Moon, the third in the Moonlight series of sweet contemporary romances. It will be published in February.


     At six o’clock, Mindy awoke from her nap with a start as the kitchen timer buzzed loudly. She dashed into the kitchen and turned off the oven. Looking at her watch, she realized she had wanted to take a shower and change before dinner. She disappeared into the den and emerged with her shower paraphernalia. Scampering up the steps at a good clip, she collided with Drew, who was exiting the bathroom, wearing only a towel wrapped around his waist, Mindy found herself with her hands on his bare chest and embarrassment creeping up her chest. She stared at the firm muscles and the light covering of blond hair between her fingers. Glancing up she noticed his smooth face.            “You shaved.”            “Yeah, that scruffy stuff looks better on the guys with dark hair than on me. I think women like to look at that, but would rather kiss a smooth-shaven man,” mischief glittered in his blue eyes.            She giggled. “Probably right.” The tingle shooting up her arms came directly from her fingertips on his chest and she had no intention of removing them quickly. They stood still, facing each other. He placed his hands on her waist.             “Aren’t you getting cold?” She asked.            “Not with you standing so close.” He chuckled.            She ran her hands down his stomach to the towel then back up to his shoulders. He stepped back, holding her away from his body.            “If you’re going to do that…I’m not going to be responsible for my actions.”            She grinned.            "If I don’t let go and get dressed…”            “What? You’ll seduce me?” She asked.            “Ravage you, overcome your will with passion,” he teased.            God, I want him. He’s so…so…sexy. Her mouth went dry as their gazes held. Motionless and silent they stood there, staring. In one quick motion, Drew pushed her to one side and retreated to his bedroom, closing the door. She wiped the sweat off her palms on her pants while trying to bring her breathing back to normal. Mindy stepped into the bathroom and closed the door. One glance in the mirror told her what she didn’t want to know; her cheeks were pink, her face flushed with desire, with need. She peeled her clothes off quickly and jumped into the shower. She could wash the sweat off her body but not the passion for Drew Armstrong out of her heart. CLICK HERETO GO BACK TO TUESDAY TALES CLICK HERE TO GO TO MY WEBSITE

VETERANS EVERYWHERE, WE SALUTE YOU!

To honor Veteran's Day, Secret Cravings Publishing is donating half the proceeds from the sale of this military romance anthology to OPERATION: GRATITUDE. 
I'm very lucky to be in the company of such talented authors. The story I wrote, Sweet Love Remembered, gripped my guts in a way few have. It's only 30 pages but it will move you to tears then to joy. Here's a snippet of Sweet Love Remembered:  
“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. 


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A word from Operation: Gratitude 
I know it cannot be said enough but I want you all to know that you are greatly apprciated. I just want to thank each and every one of you who play a   part in this. This the best thing for our military who are deployed. Also those deployed Service Members who  don’t have family and don’t receive   packages, this puts a smile on their faces. This is something truly amazing for all and to know that we have so many people who support and care about what we do. Thank you, thank you, thank you! I know it cannot be said enough but I want you all to know that you are greatly apprciated. Thanks for always keeping us in your prayers and thoughts as you all are in ours as well. May GOD continue to bless you all. Once again a very BIG THANK YOU from all the   Service men and women who have received and will ,continue to receive packages   and love from home. V/R LSC T.L.S.VETERAN'S DAY WWII PICTURE GALLERY






 

OUR MILITARY ROMANCE IS RAISING MONEY FOR OPERATION: GRATITUDE

To honor Veteran's Day, Secret Cravings Publishing is donating half the proceeds from the sale of this military romance anthology to OPERATION: GRATITUDE. 
I'm very lucky to be in the company of such talented authors. The story I wrote, Sweet Love Remembered, gripped my guts in a way few have. It's only 30 pages but it will move you to tears then to joy. Here's a snippet of Sweet Love Remembered:  
“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. 


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A word from Operation: Gratitude 
I know it cannot be said enough but I want you all to know that you are greatly apprciated. I just want to thank each and every one of you who play a   part in this. This the best thing for our military who are deployed. Also those deployed Service Members who  don’t have family and don’t receive   packages, this puts a smile on their faces. This is something truly amazing for all and to know that we have so many people who support and care about what we do. Thank you, thank you, thank you! I know it cannot be said enough but I want you all to know that you are greatly apprciated. Thanks for always keeping us in your prayers and thoughts as you all are in ours as well. May GOD continue to bless you all. Once again a very BIG THANK YOU from all the   Service men and women who have received and will ,continue to receive packages   and love from home. V/R LSC T.L.S.

INTERVIEW WITH RYELEE, HEROINE OF RYELEE'S COWBOY!

Today’s interview is with Ryelee Snyder from Ryelee’s Cowboy by Kathleen Ball Welcome, ladies. Sit down. I have some coffee and lovely scones here, if you're hungry. Feel free to speak from the heart, Ryelee, it's just us girls here.  Go ahead. Ryelee : My name is Ryelee Maloney now. Kathleen:  I know. I just didn’t want to give away too much of the book. Ryelee : He had to marry me. Clint is a special cowboy. Kathleen : What I wanted to discuss with you is the misconception that I made your home life too unrealistic. Ryelee : (laughing) If anything, you made it sound better. I lived in a rundown shack. There were many times I went without food. It was a treat to have running water, and electricity wasn’t a necessity. Kathleen : So when I wrote that you only had a few change of clothes I wasn’t exaggerating? Ryelee : Actually, I had less. You did get the color of the dress wrong. It was green. Kathleen : People believe that family services would have stepped in to help you. Ryelee : Have you seen how small the town is? We have one stoplight. There aren’t family services, not in these parts. The church people tried to help, but my father ran them off with his rifle.Kathleen: Were you happy being a nanny to Rhennie Maloney?Ryelee: She’s a pistol! It was the best day of my life when I met her. It was much harder than I thought it would be. I am educated, but old habits die hard. I had to bite my tongue a lot. Ain’t , damn, and hell are all words I used to use. There are more words but I don’t want our host, Jean Joachim to get upset. I’m hoping she’ll put me in one of her books. No offense.Kathleen: I thought you said you are happy?Ryelee: I was only kidding. She doesn’t write westerns, but I do like her new Marine series.Kathleen: Well, let’s get into the cattle rustling. Ryelee : I’d rather not. What’s to say? Cattle were rustled, and I got blamed. Kathleen : Yes but don’t you want to take some ownership of the events. Ryelee : When did you turn into DR. Phil? Ownership? I’ll tell you this. I do what I have to in order to keep my family safe. I love, and I love deeply. I didn’t think I deserved love, but you know something? My background doesn’t matter one bit to my hunky, cowboy, husband Clint Maloney. Thanks for making him so sexy by the way.    Kathleen : I write what I love, and I love sexy cowboys. Ryelee : Yeah, saw your website. Now those pics I could look at all day. I did want to mention one thing- Ryelee’s Cowboy is filled with suspense. I don’t like the way you market it. I heard suspense sells better. Kathleen : I’ll keep that in mind. Thank you for being my guest and thank you Jean for hosting us. Ryelee : Yes, Jean, thank you-- I love my husband and I love ranch life but I also love Marines-- call me, we could do lunch. You know, you didn’t mention the kidnapping and how I got away. I would have thought that would have been the first question.  Kathleen : I don’t want to give away the whole plot. Ryelee’s Cowboy by Kathleen Ball is published by Secret Cravings Publishing Excerpt: Ryelee flinched at the sound of the door slamming. He was gone. There would be no explanations, no forgiveness. His words pierced her heart. She wrapped her arms around the baby. She would figure something out. She always did. Now she wished she had saved her earnings instead of buying Clint that saddle for Christmas. She shook her head. She didn't regret the gift—it was given in love. She just regretted that she was broke.She didn't relish going upstairs to her old room. She couldn’t face the loneliness of it. It all seemed surreal to her, and she wasn’t sure she had absorbed everything yet. Perhaps she was in shock. That would explain the feeling of numbness that had overcome her.Ryelee put on her coat and walked out onto the porch. She sat on the first step, looking at the stars, wondering if anyone was looking over her. Texas nights were wonderful. The stars were so bright. She felt incredibly small compared to the massive heavens.She would have to go home, she reasoned. It was the only place she could afford. Her father was in jail, so she would be alone. Placing her hand on the moving baby, she knew that she would never be alone again. The worst part of the whole mess was her guilt. She should have told Clint about the threats against his horses, but now it was too late now. He would never believe her again.Ryelee couldn’t face going back into the house, Clint’s house. Looking up at the full moon, she decided she had enough light to walk back home. It wasn’t too far if she went through the woods.Ryelee stood up and walked down the steps. She couldn’t even bring herself to look back. As the numbness wore off, Ryelee’s heart fractured into infinite pieces. Her footsteps felt as heavy as the emptiness in her chest, and she headed toward the woods. Once in the woods, it became a great deal darker. Tears blinded her eyes, but she knew the way. Branches scratched at her skin, drawing blood, and she tripped a couple times. Her hands and knees had abrasions, but the baby seemed all right. That was all that mattered. The old run-down shack finally came into view. Here she was, right where she’d started. Sadness overwhelmed her spirit as she realized that all her hard work to better herself was for naught. She was pregnant, broke, and living like trash. Dottie had been right about her—she was trampy trash.With tears pouring down her face, Ryelee walked up the rickety steps to the front door. It bruised her heart to have to open the door, but she did. The offensive odor of sweat and whisky filled the filthy place. She didn’t deserve dignity or pride. This was her own fault, and she had to accept the consequences.Ryelee flipped the light switch and wasn’t surprised that the electricity had been turned off. That meant no heat either. She lit an old oil lamp and checked the fireplace. She praised God when she saw the pile of wood next to it. She wouldn’t freeze, not tonight. Nevertheless, she was in dire circumstances.She dragged her old mattress from her bedroom to the fireplace. Grabbing a few clean threadbare blankets, she made herself as comfortable as possible. Exhausted and heartsick, Ryelee wiped away her tears and decided she would find a way to survive. Available on AmazonBarnes & Noble      
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INTERVIEW WITH SIOBHAN KINCADE!

1Come sit down, Siobhan. Have a cup of coffee or tea and chat with us for a while.  How about a piece of coconut cake? Now, let me ask you a few questions before we get to your latest book. 1) How old were you when you knew you wanted to become a writer?Hmm… first grade, so I guess about six years old. I liked books before that, but it wasn’t until after I really learned to write that I realized I was destined for a literary life. Being able to actually use words instead of pretending that I was writing made all the difference in the world.2)     What did you do for a living in your “previous” life?My “previous” life still bleeds over into my writer life. I’m a full-time administrative assistant for the local water company. I also do a bit of freelance writing for the local newspaper and some days I even do some independent desktop publishing and digital graphic design. It isn’t much but it pays the bills and puts food on the table.3)     Do you have a family?I do! I’m married (five years on November 3, as a matter of fact!) with a seventeen-year-old step-daughter and a nine-month old little girl of my own. Oh, and two obnoxiously opinionated cats, a giant guinea pig and a host of wildlife that likes my fruit trees in my yard.4)     What do your closest relatives thinking of your writing career?My mother, even though she doesn’t always agree with the subject matter, supports me 100%. The rest of my family are just hoping I make it big so they can say they know someone famous. And borrow money.5)     What genre do you write?Paranormal and Contemporary Romance. Some of it is sweet and some of it is a bit more on the adult side, but there’s always a happy ending. I also write urban fantasy, sci-fi and horror under another name, but we’re not going to implicate my other personalities here.6)     Are you a plotter or a pantser?I’m a hybrid. I generate loose plot outlines but by the end of the story I’m usually in another universe entirely from where I started. Plots tend to grow where they’re not welcome, which turns my stuff into something entirely different than I intended. Every now and then I’ll follow an outline start to finish, but that doesn’t mean I won’t take crazy side-trips.7)     Do your characters ever take over when you’re writing?All the time. They chatter constantly, and if I do something wrong or don’t do it fast enough, they are absolutely certain to let me know.  And if I give them prompts? Oh, it’s really on then. If they have subjects to talk about, they’re going to talk at great length whether I want them to or not…usually over the top of each other, too. Sometimes it gets really noisy in my head and I have to walk away.8)     Do you get inspiration from real people or places?Occasionally. The personality traits of people I know tend to end up in my characters – I like showcasing the strengths of my friends on paper. As for real places, most definitely. My defined settings are all places I’ve been at some point in my life. It’s easier for me to relate to characters and settings when I know them well.9)      Do you do a lot of editing before you submit a manuscript?Surprisingly, no… not really. Most of my editing is done during the actual writing. I’ve been accused of writing two drafts at one time because I can’t stand to just let things go. I write a few pages, then self-edit before continuing. If plot points are added I have to stop what I’m doing and go fix the important scenes before moving forward. I also can’t write in blocks like some people because I have to have a continuous idea start to finish or I get confused. It gives me a very clean first draft, which means I usually only need one read-through to fix minor things before I submit.Now some personal questions (please feel free to elaborate) :1)     Chocolate or vanilla?I like the soft-serve swirl with both. J2)     Do you listen to music when you write? What do you listen to?I can’t write without music. As to what, it depends on what I’m writing. If it’s a fight scene, then loud, angry music is best. For love scenes, I’m really bad about either country or eighties love songs. I have a different playlist for each story, and each one is wildly eclectic. I have everything from Alison Krauss to Slipknot and back.3)     Favorite color?Purple.4)    Black, white or gray?To wear, black. Regarding writing, gray, because it means I can get away with more. For digital imaging I prefer transparent over white.5)    Favorite ice cream flavor?Mint chocolate chip.6)     Favorite line of description from one of your books.Actually it’s a paragraph – from Mocha Memories , my short, steamy story from Mocha Memoirs Press: Moonlight streamed through the plate glass windows, bathing the loft apartment with a soft, ethereal glow. Deep shadows lurked behind brilliant highlights of white-blue light, throwing the dimensions of the open rooms off by what appeared to be miles. Michael stood in the doorway of the bedroom and watched her – her long, lean body swaying from side to side as she moved around the kitchen. She was a goddess in the dark, her rich, nut-brown skin shimmering silver as she danced on air-light feet across the pale marble tile.
7)     Favorite minor character from your book.Good question. Probably Cera, the best friend in Marked.  She’s actually going to make an appearance in the sequel to Marked , which is going to be called Ripped. She’s a statuesque African-American woman who has a wicked sense of humor and seems to be the only voice of reason in the madness that is my version of upper-crust werewolf society in New Orleans. She does her best to keep Tabitha grounded, which doesn’t always work, and she won’t hesitate to call a werewolf down for being a fool.8)     Dog or cat?Both. I grew up with dogs, but I have cats now. I don’t know if it counts but there are two dogs that come to visit all the time – a boston terrier named Phillip (she’s cute, too. Yes, Phillip is a girl) and a big Lab / Rottweiler mix that thinks he’s a puppy. I don’t know his name, but he’s a sweetie.9)     Country or city?Country. I would much rather be away from the hubbub of everyday life.10) Beach or mountains?Do I have to pick? Can’t I have a beach in the mountains? That would make me very happy even if it is completely illogical and a logistical nightmare!11) Early morning or late night?I’m a night owl, but my nine-month-old is a very early riser. By default, I’m now a morning person, and I’m not very happy about it.  A Bit About the Book
Kelly Ray Patrick is a sweet, southern girl who has never been lucky, either in finances or in love.  But as the recent co-recipient of a lottery jackpot, she and her friends have set out on a Valentines-themed singles cruise in the hope of relaxing and meeting Mr. Right.  Only, to Kelly Ray’s surprise, Mr. Right appears to be her best friend, Dominic James.  Nic appears to be feeling the effects of the trip as well, and has discovered his own interest in Kelly Ray. The only thing stopping them:  their friend, Trevor, who has been carrying a torch for Kelly Ray since they were all kids.  Will respect for that friendship be enough to stem the budding relationship, or will they throw caution to the wind and indulge in their desires? A Snippet from the book
Being with Nic was so easy; so natural. It was like they’d known each other forever. In a way, they had. She knew everything there was to know about him, and he about her. They were best friends, and had been since the day their bicycles collided in front of her house. But when his arms went around her and he pulled her flush against him, every bit of easy energy went out the window. The song changed but Kelly Ray barely noticed. She stared up into Nic’s eyes, and what she saw both frightened and excited her. He was a man on fire, burning from the inside with desire. So many times she’d read descriptions of that look, that hungry, feral look of barely-contained, raw need, but she never thought she’d see it, least of all in the eyes of her best friend. He wanted her.(Wow! I gotta read this one. Phew, turn up the fan!)
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10 FAST FACTS ABOUT U. S. PRESIDENTS & ELECTIONS

To lighten the mood a bit here are some fun fast facts about U.S. presidents & presidential elections:

1) Only 12 U.S. presidents have been elected to office for two terms and served those two terms.
2) Barack O'Bama is the nation's 44rd president but in reality there have only been 43 presidents. Grover Cleveland is counted twice as our 22nd and 24th president because he was elected for two nonconsecutive terms.

3) John Kennedy is the youngest elected U.S. President at 43.
 4) Ronald Reagan is the oldest elected U.S. President at 73. (second term).
 5) The tallest U.S. President was  Abraham Lincoln at 6'4".
 6) The shortest U.S. President was James Madison at 5'4"
 7) Percent wise – the 1992 election was the biggest turnout since 1972 with 61.3 percent off the voter age population heading to the polls.
 8) James Buchanan is the only bachelor to be elected president. 
 9) Eight presidents have died in office.
               William Henry Harrison (pneumonia) 
                    Zachary Taylor (gastroenteritis)
                Abraham Lincoln (assassin)
                James Garfield (assassin) 
                (William McKinley (assassin)
                Warren Harding (heart attack)
                Franklin D. Roosevelt (cerebral hemorrhage)
                John F. Kennedy (assassin)


10) Ronald Reagan is the only divorced man to be elected president. 
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THE GREAT LAWN, CENTRAL PARK & MUSEUM OF NATURAL HISTORY PARK AFTER THE STORM

HERE ARE PICTURES OF THE TREE LOSS FROM THE GREAT LAWN IN CENTRAL PARK AND THE PARK AROUND THE MUSEUM. Some pictures have people in them so you can gauge how large the pile of cut-up trees truly is. I was speechless when I returned. A sad result of the storm, though, fortunately, no one was hit by these trees coming down.  Comments are welcome.




































































Notice the benches have been destroyed.
 MY FAVORITE VIEWS FROM THE GREAT LAWN.

OCEAN GROVE BEFORE THE STORM

Welcome to one of the cities with the most Victorian homes in the United States. Here are some pictures from happier times, before the hurricane. And some snippets from my book, The Renovated Heart.


The house and the furnishings were old but well kept. A massive mahogany table stood grandly in the dining room. A sofa plus loveseat in faded chintz were the main pieces in the living room. Kit found her favorite furnishings at first glance—a china cabinet from the early 1900’s, a fabulous antique roll-top desk, black Hitchcock chairs and a rattan rocker captured her heart “Your mother had great taste,” she said, running her hand lovingly over the roll-top desk.










The next morning, Tunney showed up right on time. Kit answered the door wearing nothing but his shirt. He eyed her body then looked away. “What are you wearing?”
“The smock, remember? Your shirt.” “But…but…what else?”


Kit sat down at the table across from him. Noticing he’d missed a spot with his comb, she longed to reach over and comb his thick, glossy dark hair with her fingers. Instead, she placed both hands around her coffee mug to keep them occupied.
“After my dad died, Mom insisted the place stay exactly as it was. I couldn’t even have a wall re-plastered or painted. So the house has deteriorated some. I apologize.”
“Please don’t. I love this house the way it is.” Their eyes met.


A bit about the book


Can a broken heart be renovated like an old house? Kit’s life came to a halt when her husband slapped her with a divorce. Finding herself without a job or a place to live, she’s forced to take Tunney Nichols up on his offer of cheap rent for his parent’s house. The catch: she must allow him to renovate while she’s living there. Out of fear, Kit tells a lie she soon regrets as she is drawn to the sexy man plastering and painting his way into her heart. Can Sarah forget the abuse from her late husband? Can she fix her heart and the hearts of her children?  With her two children in tow, Sarah relocates to be near her sister, she meets Jim, a neighbor and English professor. A mutual interest in writing, paves the way for a friendship that blossoms into romance. But is Jim the right man for Sarah or does another man from her past still light her fire? 

“Neutrals sell a house better…makes it look bigger. If people see a dark color or a color they don’t like, they walk away. I’m selling the house, not making the house ready for a centerfold in
Better Homes & Gardens.”
“Centerfold? Aren’t you a little confused? Isn’t a centerfold for naked women?” Her voice dripped sarcasm.
Tunney flushed.

 His gaze roamed over her body from head to toe, kicking up her pulse. “I’ll move my things into the master bedroom, so I won’t be in your way.” Kit said, opening a drawer to grab an armful of lingerie. A few garments slipped out of  her grasp, landing at his feet. He bent down to pick up a pair of pink lace panties and a black lace bra. She snatched them out of his hand, feeling heat rise to her cheeks.





















She tried to stay away because he worked shirtless in the warm closet. She didn’t trust
herself. But she did bring him water and a sandwich. Trying to avert her gaze from his broad shoulders, his strong, bare chest sprinkled with dark hair, a lump grew in her throat, her breath
came more quickly. With a little spackle smeared on his arm and shoulder, some plaster dust in his hair and a light sheen of sweat on his chest; he looked so sexy she could hardly keep her hands off him.
Two shots of sunrise in Ocean Grove.









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HALLOWEEN IS GOING TO THE DOGS!

Here are some pics of the Halloween Dog Costume Contest held every year in the dog run at 72nd Street in Riverside Park in Manhattan. It's kind of silly but a fun event. 
 Decorated townhouse on 75th Street was my first sign of Halloween on the way to the dog run.












They really went all out and no one stole it, either. Nice to know people are improving.








 In case you thought I was joking!
 Lovely lady helping out.










A few goodies for humans, too.
 Okay, okay, I'm getting to the dogs. Here they are!!!







 A new puppy rescued by this delightful couple who just moved here from the D.C. area.  Didn't take them long to get into the swing of NYC silliness.

 Devil Dog









 A cross-dresser. I understand this is a male wearing a dress. Only in NY.








 Can you guess where  
 his owner is from?








 


I have no idea what this Welsh corgi is supposed to be. He just looks embarrassed. Can you guess what this one is supposed to be? Leave your guess in a comment.







  Barbecue anyone?










 Shark dog.



SAVING THE MOST OUTRAGEOUS FOR LAST!!

 Where's my motorcycle? It's not there.

 Not here, either.














I'd be depressed, too, if I was a bulldog forced to look like this.

Woman who dressed like her dogs. People and their dogs...it never gets old, does it?








 


 HAPPY HALLOWEEN!
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THE DATING LIST - NEW RELEASE

Here's an excerpt of The Dating List, third in the List series of New York Nights Novels. 
 New York City, the last week of December
Colin Andrews whipped open the front door of his brother’s townhouse in Manhattan, revealing the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen on the other side.
“Do you always answer the door half naked in winter?” she asked.
Her beauty robbed him of words. All he could do was emit a low whistle. Where did this angel come from?
“I’d know those hazel eyes anywhere. You must be Grey’s brother.” She said, stepping closer.
His eyes widened as he stared. Clothed in a soft, rose-colored, quilted jacket the lovely, petite woman took his breath away. The white ermine trim on the hood emphasized the rich mahogany of her hair, framing her delicate oval face. Her eyes, the color of honey, glowed as they looked up at him. His lips parted but no sound came out.
Finally he squeaked out a response that he hoped sounded like yes while his gaze wandered over her face, settling on her luscious, kissable pink lips. Glowing skin with an attractive blush and the hint of tiny laugh lines topped off her perfection. She was, without a doubt, the most stunning woman ever to walk into his life.
“Name?” She asked. Merriment danced in eyes highlighted by artfully smudged black liner and fringed with black lashes.
 
“Colin,” he breathed.
“It’s cold out here, Colin. Do you think I could come in?” She raised her eyebrows as a small smile played with her lips.
Her words snapped him out of his reverie. He looked down to see a large red suitcase standing next to the diminutive woman. From male instinct, he picked up the suitcase, placed it inside next to the door and stepped back.
“Carrie’s friend, Leah,” she said, offering her small, white leather-gloved hand to him after she stepped across the threshold of the house, closing the door behind her.
He took her hand, squeezed it a touch too hard, causing her to wince, then let go. He watched her gaze move down from his dark brown hair to his hazel eyes, and lower until it rested on his bare chest. The deepening of the blush on her cheeks made him aware he had not finished dressing before answering the door. He crossed his arms over his chest.
“Excuse me,” he mumbled as he made a hasty exit, taking the stairs two at a time to the second floor landing. The last sound to reach his
ears before he closed the door to his room was the tinkle of Leah’s laugh.
A little bit about the book


Is Leah the woman of his dreams or a heartbreaker in disguise? Colin Andrews is blown away by her beauty, creativity and sophistication. However Leah has other plans that don’t include shepherding a younger man through an intense love affair. Taken by his charm but committed to her new career overseas, Leah is caught between desire and destiny.The wedding of Carrie Tucker and Grey Andrews is on track, scheduled for late June. Grey, Colin’s big brother, is confident nothing can take his beloved fiancée from him. But family secrets and lies threaten their union. Is Grey the consummate lover Carrie fell for or the ultimate deceiver, as her mother claims?
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