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 THE DATING LIST IS OUT! Scroll down for la short summary and a snippet of the book.


MY NEWEST RELEASE!
Available this weekend. Here's a 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? Will the Andrews men win their hearts’ desires or will their happy endings end up just out of reach?   
 A Sample of The Dating List 

“I’m sitting here with the most gorgeous, elegant, talented woman in the place…no…in all of New York City. I’m the luckiest guy alive.” At his compliment, the heat of pleasure rose in her cheeks. “You even blush beautifully. You’re stunning, Leah. What man of any age wouldn’t give a fortune to change places with me right now?”She looked down at her hands, fiddling with her cloth napkin as his fingers folded over hers. Her eyes looked up into his, noticing the dancing green flecks mixed with gold. Her resolve to treat Colin like a little brother melted along with the sugar she put in her coffee. The heat of his stare, his frank admiration broke through her first line of defense. He seems to be for real.When he raised her hand to his lips, she smiled. Their private moment was shattered when the waitress arrived, carrying their ice cream sundae piled high with a mountain of whipped cream. He scooped some onto the spoon and fed it to her. She did the same to him, giggling like a schoolgirl. Shut up conscience. I’m having fun.  Go away.


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 Welcome! It's bargain day on my blog today! Giving April's Kiss in the Moonlight -- a 250-page sweet contemporary romance -- one of my favorite books, a spot in the limelight. It's a sweet romance which means no sex but one helluva story filled with sexual tension, a real roller coaster ride, including a couple of bad guys who will curl your hair. It's up for grabs for a couple of days for $.99 only. Here's a snippet:

          April dried her long, lustrous, dark brown hair, which fell to her shoulders in loose curls framing her bruised oval face. Her eyes, so dark they were almost black, reflected her troubles. Her black eye was turning yellow and the bruise on her delicate chin matched it.
She wrapped a towel around her body and tucked the corner in between her breasts, picked up her hair dryer and opened the bathroom door. She walked into the living room and ran smack dab into the best looking man she‟d ever seen coming around the corner. She bumped into him and grabbed her towel to secure it. He steadied her with his big hands on her elbows as his gaze met hers. They stopped and stared. April felt a sizzle, like an electric current rise up her arms and shoulders from the touch of his hands.
         Standing about six feet tall with a slender but strong build, the intriguing stranger had the bluest eyes and darkest hair imaginable.
         His eyebrows were thick, sideburns perfectly clipped and two days growth of beard appeared on his long, narrow face. She couldn‟t take her eyes off him.
         Gavin‟s gaze took in her glossy brown hair, lovely face, black-and-blue marks and all, then traveled down her towel-clad body slowly, stopping to rest on the swell of her breasts above the towel before sliding down to examine her lovely legs. Heat traveled through his hands and up his arms. He was obviously entranced and rendered speechless by her five feet four inches normally attractive, now painfully colorful. His eyebrows lifted as he eyed her bruised shoulders.
       “What happened to you?” he muttered, dropping his hands from her arms.
       “Got in the way of an explosion,” she explained.
       He nodded, then eyed the engagement ring on her hand.
       “Gavin Dailey,” he said, extending his hand.
      “April McKenna.”
      Her hands were too full to shake his and as she looked down at them, she remembered she was wearing only a towel. Her hand flew to secure the towel's precarious tuck at her chest while her face flamed. She sputtered something unintelligible and ran from the room, hearing the sound of his low chuckle behind her.
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"...I stayed up past my usual bedtime to finish April's Kiss. Romance isn't my usual genre, but this was a very engaging story, and I found myself wanting to find out what was going to happen. So I just kept reading...and was rewarded with a happy ending! I am anxiously awaiting the sequel."   A bit about the book  April McKenna flees the life her father has mapped out for her after graduate school into the arms of Rusty. But tragedy takes him from her and leaves her injured and alone. Recuperating in the home of a friend in tiny Pine Grove, NY, she meets Gavin, a handsome fireman. While Gavin has never met a woman like April, her big plans for an adventurous life don't include settling down in a small town. Determined, Gavin refuses to toss in the towel until unexpected events plant giant obstacles in his path. Will her past destroy her future, will Gavin give up and will April get her dream? You'll have to read the book to find out.
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V. L. Locey Stops by for an Interview!

Howdy! Before I get into things I`d like to thank the lovely and effervescent Jean Joachim for inviting me to her blog. You`re an absolute delight Jean, thank you so very much.*Big virtual hug*     Okay, now onto the other stuff! My name is V.L. Locey.

      I write romantic comedies for all which means I pen tales starring M/F and M/M lovers.       The first book of my trilogy, ‘Of Gods & Goats’, is a self-published novel - a rural romantic comedy I like to call it, about a widowed goatherder living in the hills of Pennsylvania named Libby Simons. After a violent line of thunderstorms whips across the Laurel Highlands one night Libby discovers that more than a few limbs have fallen from above. She finds Ares, the Greek god of war lying unconscious, and quite naked, in her goat barn after a tumble from Olympus. From that point on Libby`s sedate, lonely life is never the same. She and Ares get caught up in action, adventure, battles with ancient mythological beasts, nosy neighbors, irate gods of the undead, and of course romance.

Today I`m doing something I`ve never done before: I`m interviewing the stars of my ‘Gods & Goats’ trilogy, which is rather exciting and somewhat daunting simply because one never knows what will roll out of Ares` mouth. So, sit back and meet my leading lady and her hero, and may the gods favor us….                                                                *~*~*      The first thing I noticed after climbing Libby`s serpentine dirt driveway and exiting my S-10 was the smell of lavender. It blew past and enveloped me in clouds of scent and spent white pine needles. The next thing that grabbed my attention was the feeling of serenity flowing from the animals here. Saanan goats meandered about in one pasture while a massive red and white Hereford and a Minotaur (Yep, I said Minotaur) lounged in the sun in a differing pasture. Rhode Island Red chickens dug and scratched in the slightly overgrown grass. It was obvious that everyone who resided here was happy.       The greeting I got at the door of the small stone cottage blew the serenity away for a moment. I picked at the outline of where a bird had flown through the screen door as I waited. A beagle was braying on the other side of the wooden door. I admired the small basket on the door that held some fresh sprigs of lavender above a weather-worn ‘Welcome to the Farm!’ placard. Then the door opened. All that harmony dissipated when I tipped my head back to find Ares, the god of bloodshed, looking down at me.       The man –god -is imposing to say the least. A towering hulk of muscle that stands close to seven feet tall the bearded warrior settled stunning blue eyes on me. I giggled like a fool. He harrumphed and opened the door. I hurried into the tiny kitchen and was greeted by a smiling woman with freckles, a head full of ginger ringlets and an aura that feels like a hug from your mother.      “Nice greeting committee,” I commented, glancing back at Ares shouldering through the narrow doorway (Narrow for him, not for the rest of us puny mortals) with a leaping beagle at his side.       “Yeah, he tends to help keep unwanted folks away much better than a ‘No Solicitations’ sign,” Libby chuckled then waved me to an empty chair. I scratched Hermione`s head as Libby filled three mugs with Hills Alive coffee and returned to the round table. Once we were all situated and had our coffee creamed and sugared properly I pulled a sheaf of paper out of the back pocket of my jeans and set to working out the wrinkles using a pen like an iron.      “Why do you not have one of those tablets that require only touching?” Ares inquired. I glanced up.      “I`m not really all that tech savvy,” I explained. Libby nodded in commiseration. “So, let`s get right into things. First question, were either of you upset that your name wasn`t in the title?”      “Nope,” Libby said then sipped cautiously. “The title works really well, I think.      “I am upset. The book should have contained my name, as I am a god. It should also have been more masculine,” Ares announced,            “Perhaps something such as ‘The Amazing Adventures of Ares!”      “Ahem. What about me?” Libby asked, shooting a glower over the rim of her mug. The man – god – nodded after a moments thought.       “Ah yes, you are important to the tale, Bunting. Her name should have been under mine.”      “Wow, that`s very magnanimous of you Lord Ares,” I muttered as I scribbled down what was being said.       “Ain`t it though?” Libby sighed with a knowing smile tugging at her lips.      “Question two,” I peeked at the two lovers through my lashes, “Is your love interest the way you pictured him or her? Would you have preferred someone with different colored hair?”      Libby`s light blue eyes grew misty. “I wouldn`t change one thing about Ares, I mean look at him!” she waved her cup at the man who was now preening like a rooster, “Tall, dark, handsome, muscular, immortal, ferocious in battle, gentle in bed.”      “You flatter me wee one,” Ares flashed perfect white teeth in a smile made to disarm and bewitch mortal women. “I would not have changed a thing about my consort either. Oh aye,” he reached over to push a curl behind Libby`s ear. I sighed like a tween spying Jacob Black. “Her breasts could be larger but her rump fills my hands well when we are rutting so I do not mind the loss of bosom overly.”      “Thanks…I think,” Libby leaned over to smooch Ares loudly. I glanced away and watched Argus, Libby`s white cat saunter in and leap into the sunny window above the kitchen sink. I gave them a moment then slowly returned to my paper and pen.      “Are you planning on making an appearance in the second book?” I inquired, lifting my cup to my lips. Libby really does make superb coffee I just have to say that.       “Silly goose,” the ginger giggled, her hand now resting on Ares hairy forearm that was lying on the table. “You know we`re coming back for the second and third book.”      “Yeah, but the folks out there didn`t,” I teased. Ares raised a bushy dark brow then nodded at me. “Alright, let`s do a personal one shall we? Was there enough sex in the book? Would you have liked more?”      Libby blushed to the tips of her ears. Ares smiled and fielded this one. Leaning over the table he pinned me like a bug to a board with eyes as deep and blue as the Aegean Sea.       “Libby thinks the sex was fine, but she is a mortal woman that needs rest between bouts of passion with a god. I think there should have been more. Perhaps we shall see more sex in the next books?”      I stared and nodded dully. Ares grinned. “So yeah, well, I can guarantee that there will be at least one five flame scene in each book, with lots of patting, kissing, and the assorted gropes tossed in, Lord Ares.”      “Then I am pleased,” Ares said regally and shifted his bulk back into his chair. I hurried to drink half my coffee despite how it scalded my throat.      “See, that`s what a god does to a woman,” Libby whispered after the heat had disappeared from under her freckles.       “I`m not sure I can ask the next one,” I fanned myself with my shirt. Ares chuckled egotistically. “I was going to ask if your hero is a good kisser but I think we`ve already covered his prowess in bed so let`s find a less flustering question. Ah! Are you happy with the setting?”      "I am very happy with the setting. I love my farm and my animals,” Libby quickly replied.      “The setting is pleasing. We did visit other realms though, Hades` domain and Olympus, but I find I enjoy my time here on these few hectares far more than I ever enjoyed the throne room in my father`s temple,” Ares then wound his scarred fingers through Libby`s.  “There is more love here than ever there was upon Olympus for me.”      I had to bite my lip not to say ‘Awwwww’ and embarrass the god of bloodlust. The way that Libby looked at her battle god at that moment sort of nixed any more questions I may have asked. It was obvious to me that although these two may not spout poetic words, or go on and on about the reasons why they love each other, their love is a strong, mature, and moving love.  I thanked them both and with a promise to keep the book as funny and sexy as I could, I left the lovers to do what lovers do.
                                       *~*~* If you`d like to read more about Libby and Ares, ‘Of Gods & Goats’ can be purchased in print from my website— CLICK HERE  Or for your eReader on Smashwords—CLICK HERE I love to chat with folks and can be found on Twitter, GoodReads, and Facebook.  Thank you for your time and may the gods smile upon you!

TUESDAY TALES - PICTURE PROMPT - 300 WORDS

           Hmm, the ones that don't get scared off by this, have potential. Mary Small smiled. Going to be seventy-five soon. Need to pass on my tricks. Must be a latchkey child who'd like to learn the ins and outs of draining blood from a dead body.
           Halloween again. Time for Mary to pick another child to snatch. No, not on Halloween, but one to watch...and wait. Then, when the time is right, another one will disappear from this "safe" neighborhood. No one suspected Mary. 
          "Not that nice little old lady who lives in the drafty Victorian on the corner?" Everyone said.
           An evil smile curled Mary's lips. Idiots! Never judge a book by its cover.
           Dressed as a witch, seven year old Sally Campbell rang Mary's doorbell. Surrounded by friends, Sally opened her bag for a treat.
           She's perfect. Mary made a note on a piece of paper by the telephone after Sally left.

          By ten o'clock all the trick-or-treaters were tucked safely into their beds. All but one. Joey Campbell rang Mary's door. Her gaze traveled over the strapping twelve-year-old boy. He could be the one.  She opened the door and let him in.
         "Have one of my homemade cookies, son." 
         "Are these safe?" He eyed her.
         "I'll eat one with you."
         Mary turned away briefly to close the door. They ate in silence. The evil smile on her face grew wider as she watched him devour the tasty confection. As she reached for a glass of cider, Joey's hand grabbed her wrist. 
          "You won't be needing that, old lady."
          Paralysis froze Mary's smile. Her eyes glazed over.
          "Time for a taste of your own medicine," Joey said.
          He picked up the stiff old woman, threw her over his shoulder and descended the steep steps to Mary's workroom in the basement.
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MORE FALL PICS OF LAKE HUNTINGTON

Take a breath, stop for a second and enjoy a few shots of nature's colorful show. All my pictures were taken in Lake Huntington, New York, Tyler Hill, Pennsylvania and at the Delaware River, which divides the two states.
















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THE BEWITCHING! A HAUNTING BLOG HOP

Welcome to The Bewitching!  Be haunted by scary scenes from some of my books. Bad guys abound and they are up to all sorts of nasty things. Here are a fewsnippets of scary scenes from my books.    LEAVE A COMMENT & YOUR EMAIL & BE ENTERED IN THE DRAWING TO WIN YOUR CHOICE OF ANY OF MY BOOKS! I WILL DRAW 4 WINNERS.

  From Love, Lost and Found:
“Are you going to kill me?” Tara felt her pulse jump and adrenaline pump.
I shall not want.
“Shut up!” A sharp stinging pain ran across her cheek when the second man slapped her.
“Speak only when spoken to, like women should.”
He maketh me to lie down in green pastures. He leadeth me beside the still waters. He restoreth my soul.
A second slap stung her other cheek bringing the taste of blood to her lips. The last thing she heard before a punch knocked her unconscious was, “Your American employer will pay for your freedom."


  From Now and Forever 2, the Book of Danny:
  “If you go near her, I’ll kill you,” he said, fisting his hands.
Fred pointed the gun at Mac’s head.
“Who is killing who here? I’m the one with the gun…looks like the only killing will be done by me. So if I want your wife, I’m gonna take her and there’s nothin’ you’re gonna do about it, except maybe watch and learn something,” Fred said, laughing.




From April's Kiss in the Moonlight:
Juan shrugged. "I don’t care what you say. He’s dead. You were his woman. You got the money."
"Can I play with her?" asked Caleb.
Juan looked at Caleb and back at April. She instinctively held her robe closed with a shaking hand. Small droplets of sweat formed on her upper lip.
"Sure. She don’t give us the money . . . she can give us something else . . . then maybe she’ll give us the money."
Caleb took off his shirt. "Hot in here. Why don’t you take off your robe, sweet cakes? Get comfortable." Caleb said.
April began to cry. 
From Now and Forever 3, Blind Love :
“I thought we should celebrate catching a big fish, thanks to you,” Rex said, entering the living room with the lethal brew. She smiled with relief, probably figuring he forgave her for kissing Mac.
“Don’t we have to make a toast?”
“Sure, sure.”
“Okay, well…” She motioned for him to speak up.
“How about to success?”
“Yeah. To success…and love.” Deena raised her glass as Rex watched.
He shoved his feelings for Deena out of his mind, trying to forget the taste of her lips. Even in his short time in love, it was never blind love. Now it was him or her, so she had to go.
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INTERVIEW WITH WILLOW FROM THE WEEP[ING WILLOW TREE

Today we welcome Willow Bradley, heroine of Lacie Nation's new book, The Weeping Willow Tree. 
 Welcome, Willow. Have a seat. Coffee is too your right, croissants to your left. 
1. Are you upset your name is not in the title? Well, considering I’m named after the weeping willow tree and that is the name of the book, I can’t be to upset.
2.. Are you happy with the profession your author chose for you or would you rather be working at something totally different and why? I’m happy. Running my family’s deli and interacting with the town’s people means the world to me. I’m my own boss which is pretty nice considering I don’t like answering to anyone but myself. 
3. Would you like to be taller, blonder, thinner or smarter than you have been portrayed?
No, I am who I am and it took me a long time to be proud of whom I am. My hips are a little too wide, my hair is sometimes frizzy, and my skin could be softer, but Danny loves me and more important, I love myself.
4. Did you author handle your “love” scenes the way you like or was she too explicit or not explicit enough? I think she did just fine. Like I said, my hips are a bit too wide for there to be too much detail! LOL
5. Is you’re hero/heroine a good kisser? Oh goodness! Danny Mason makes me see stars every time his lips touch mine. So yes, he is a very good kisser! 
6. Are you happy with the setting? Did you want a bigger house or car? No, I don’t need bigger things. As long as I have my family and Danny, I’m perfectly fine.
7. Any hobbies we might be interested in knowing about? I love to play the guitar and write my own music. 
8. Did your author listen to you when you tried to redirect her? Yes, Lacie was very cooperative when telling my story even when I was being difficult.
9. Were you happy with your wardrobe? I’m a simple kind of girl, so yes, I was okay with my clothes. 
10. Did you fight much with your author or did you two see eye-to-eye? Oh, we fought. I’m pretty sure Lacie almost threw her computer off the balcony a time or two. I’m stubborn and acted like a brat several times during the writing process.
A little bit about the book:
Willow Bradley lives her life as simply as she can. Playing the guitar and singing her pain away, she finds peace under her shade tree by the lake in her small town. Her entire life has been a struggle not to let her depression control her life. Overcoming her issues was something she was proud of. Her life was just as she wanted it until the breath taking Danny Mason walked into her safe haven. Can she put her pain aside and love a man who has secrets of his own?
Danny Mason wants nothing more than simplicity. His life is full of greed and the constant need to be perfect. What happens when he hears an angel singing under a lone weeping willow tree on the lakeside? Danny and Willow share a deep, all consuming love. Will it survive the chaos his social status, and high society parents cause? Buy the book here:
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TUESDAY TALES - STORY WRITTEN TO THE WORD PROMPT "COOL"

I have a bit of the beginning of a prequel to my first book in the Hollywood Hearts series. The first book is If I Loved You. It's scheduled to release in January. This work-in-progress prequel doesn't have a name yet. Would love your feedback. Please leave a comment.
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 “I don’t care if you are Darvin Sweetwater, get your grubby paws off me!” The sound of a woman’s voice growing louder and louder grabbed Mark Davis’ attention as he left the locker room at Vegas Stadium heading toward the parking lot. He turned the corner and saw a pretty blonde woman struggling with his teammate. Mark rushed over to the chocolate brown Mercedes.
“Hey, Darv…come on, man. Let her go.”The dark-haired, six-foot two inch, two hundred pound man kept his big hands clamped on the woman’s upper arms while he turned to look at Mark.“Not your business, Davis. Get lost.”“Get this animal off me!” She was held fast in his grip.“This isn’t cool, Darv. Come on. Don’t make me take you out. Go on home.”“She’s my date! All I asked for was a little blow job before dinner…and she refused. Who refuses Darvin Sweetwater?”“I do, you big ass!” She kicked him in the shins.“Bitch!” Sweetwater spat as he grabbed his shin, allowing the woman to slip through his grasp. The young woman scurried behind Mark while Darvin rubbed his leg. “Find your own way back to L.A., bitch.”With that he got in his car and slammed the door. After he roared out of the parking lot, Mark turned around to get a good look at Darvin’s date.   “I know you, you’re on TV!”She nodded.“I’m Mark Davis, second-string quarterback for the Nevada Gamblers.”  He held out his hand.“I’m Penny Thatcher, second-string supporting cast member of Tales of the Big City.”The beautiful blonde shook his hand with a firm grip. “Wow! I can’t believe I’m here with you. You’re the only reason I watch that crummy show. Oh…sorry,” he smiled through a blush.“I don’t expect it to last another season.”“Can I drive you somewhere? My car’s right over there.”Mark pointed to a blue Honda Accord.“I do need a lift to the airport.” She shot him a dubious look.“Hop in. No funny stuff, I promise. How about a quick dinner first?”“I’m starved. Fighting off bullies works up such an appetite.”                                 ******************** CLICK HERE TO RETURN TO TUESDAY TALESCLICK HERE FOR MY WEBSITE

LOVE TALK - ADORA SMUTZ INTERVIEWS TARA MASON

LOVE TALK WITH ADORA SMUTZ
Adora Smutz Interviews Tara Mason, heroine of Love Lost and Found by Jean Joachim and Ben Tanner. Adora: Good morning, Tara. Come on in. Have a bagel or croissant.Tara: Good morning, Adora. *crosses and recrosses legs*Adora: I want to know all about that hunk, Mick. This is just us girls, so you can be totally honest with me. *leans in closer and whispers*, what’s he like in bed?Tara: Just us girls? I thought this interview was going out over the Internet? That’s what Jean told me.Adora: Well, it is…still, we all want to know…share the intimate details, will ya?Tara: Didn’t you get enough of those in the book? I asked Jean not to be quite so explicitbut she wouldn’t listen. She never does. Do you want me to take a picture of his private parts or something? Really, Adora!Adora: A picture? If I post that, Facebook would close me down, but if you want to send me one, privately…Tara: *blushes* That was a JOKE, Adora! Geez! Why don’t you ask me about how masterful he was during our survival?Adora: Masterful? I didn’t know he was into bondage. Tell us more. Handcuffs on a deserted island? *wiggles her eyebrows*.Tara: *blush deepens*, No, no, no. He’s not into bondage…not that there’s anything wrong with that. I mean how great he was at saving us…survival and all…you keep twisting my words!Adora: Hey, you’re the one who used the word “masterful”, honey. Don’t put that on me. So come on, Tara, we all want to know…is Mick really as good a lover as he is portrayed in the book? *Adora inches closer*Tara: Better. *lowers her thick lashes, drops her gaze to the floor.*Adora: *squeaks* Better? He was smokin’ in that book. How could he be better?Tara: That’s private.  Adora: Jean said you’d be candid with me.Tara: I am. He’s better. *zips her lip*.Adora: Why don’t you send him over to my place for a night…so I can see for myself.Tara: *bursts out laughing*, You have some sense of humor, Adora!Adora: Who was kidding?Tara: I never expected this…JEAN! JEAN! Where are you? Come out here! You lied to me. You said this interview would be fun. HAH! Some fun, she wants to steal Mick.Adora: I never said “steal”, only “borrow”…okay that wraps up this interview. Please come back for my interview with Mick. It should be…interesting…maybe we'll do it in the buff...Tara: Interview with Mick? Wait a minute.Adora: This is Adora Smutz bringing you more “Love Talk” with Tara Mason. Please leave a comment. Jean bases my salary on the number of comments I get...I need to join a gym if Mick is next! For more about this book and my others, click HERE to go to my website

MORE FUN STATE FACTS!

Something to brighten up your day, a few fun state facts. I bet you didn't know...

CALIFORNIA

1. California raises more turkeys than any other state.
2. Fallbrook is known as the Avocado Capital of the World and hosts an annual Avocado Festival. More avocados are grown in the region than any other county in the nation. 
3. The largest three-day rodeo in the United States is held on the Tehama County Fairgrounds in Red Bluff. 
4. The first motion picture theater opened in Los Angeles on April 2, 1902. 
5. The first person to personally receive a star on the Walk of Fame in Hollywood was actress Joanne Woodward. She received it in 1960.   
6. There are more than 300,000 tons of grapes grown in California annually. 
7. During his engagement at the Fillmore West in San Francisco, Otis Redding stayed on a houseboat in Sausalito. While there he wrote his last song and greatest hit: "The Dock of the Bay." 
8.  The Country Store in Baker has sold more winning California State Lottery tickets than any outlet in the state. 

 FLORIDA
1. Florida is not the southernmost state in the United States. Hawaii is farther south. 
2. The Saint Johns River is one of the few rivers that flows north instead of south. 
3. Gatorade was named for the University of Florida Gators where the drink was first developed. 
4. The United States city with the highest rate of lightning strikes per capita is Clearwater. 
5. Miami installed the first bank automated teller machine especially for rollerbladers. 
6. Fort Lauderdale is known as the Venice of America because the city has 185 miles of local waterways. 
7. During the 1991 Gulf War the busiest military port in the country was Jacksonville. From this location the military moved more supplies and people than any other port in the country. 
8. DeFuniak Springs is home to one of the two naturally round lakes in the world. 
 OHIO
1. Cincinnati Reds were the first professional baseball team. 
2. Cincinnati had the first professional city fire department. Akron was the first city to use police cars. 
3. The Pro Football Hall of Fame is located in Canton. 
4. Ohio gave America its first hot dog in 1900. Harry M. Stevens created the popular dining dog. 
5. Some well-known personalities were born in Ohio. Among them Steven Spielberg, Paul Newman, Annie Oakley, Arsenio Hall and Clark Gable.
6. Cleveland became the world's first city to be lighted electrically in 1879. 
7. Jesse Owens grew up in Cleveland. He won four gold medals in the 1936 Olympics in Berlin. 
8. Roy J. Plunkett of New Carlisle invented Teflon in 1938. 
Please tell me which fact surprised you the most in a comment. Thanks for stopping by.
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