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Pleasance's First Love, Book 6 from Grandma's Wedding Quilts is being released!

Pleasance’s First Love #6 - Kristin Holt
His worst mistake was letting her go.His second-worst mistake? Bringing her home.No one will ever know how badly Pleasance Benton’s abandonment threw Jacob Gideon. He landed hard, hard enough he didn’t care to find a replacement. Now that he needs a woman, he figures the safest way is to order one from a catalog.Pleasance is back to reclaim her rightful place at Jacob’s side. One way or another she’ll remind him theirs is a match made in heaven…once the shock wears off. The teensy-weensy problem? Jacob doesn’t know that she—his first love—is his catalog bride.http://www.kristinholt.com/Amazon Page: http://amzn.to/2ccSQWRPurchase Link: http://amzn.to/2iykNfm

Monica's Mystery, Book 5 from Grandma's Wedding Quilts is being released!

Monica’s Mystery #5 - Kate Cambridge
Monica has to leave home, fast. Her parents are planning to marry her off and although all her friends are marrying, that is definitely not what she wants. She’s seventeen, an amateur sleuth, and sees no reason why she can’t join the ranks of the local lawman, or even become a Texas Ranger, should she choose! What will happen when she visits her best friend in Texas, only to find herself face-to-face with a handsome Texas Ranger, and knee-deep in territory she has no idea how to navigate?https://KateCambridge.comAuthor Page: https://www.amazon.com/Kate-Cambridge/e/B01BD3X4ZUPurchase Link: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01MY15PIC/

Meredith's Mistake, Book 4 from Grandma's Wedding Quilts is being released!

Meredith’s Mistake #4 – Amelia C. Adams
The summer Meredith turned eighteen was filled with romance and laughter - two young men sought her hand, and she chose the one she thought would make her the happiest. He certainly was the most handsome, and the wealthiest, and could offer her the most pleasant life. But that turned out to be a mistake . . . one she would regret for a very long time. In a strange twist of fate, now she's being given a chance to set things right. Will she be able to live down her past, or will her foolishness keep coming back to haunt her and keep her from ever being happy with the man she loves?www.ameliacadams.comAmazon Page: https://www.amazon.com/Amelia-C.-Ad...Purchase Link: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01N9HGNI...

Jesse's Bargain, Book 3 from Grandma's Wedding Quilts is being released!

Jesse’s Bargain #3 – Kay P. Dawson Thanks to a gunfight, Cora now needs to get to Kansas, and Jesse needs a new trail cook. Left with no other choice, she joins the cattle drive headed north, with a man who isn’t happy to have her along. They have miles of trail ahead of them - and a lot that can go wrong along the way.http://www.kaypdawson.com/ Amazon Page: http://amazon.com/author/kaypdawsonPurchase Link: https://www.amazon.com/Jesses-Bargain-Grandmas-Wedding-Quilts-ebook/dp/B01NBLBO7D/

Kizzie's Kisses, from Grandma's Wedding Quilts is being released!

Kizzie’s Kisses #2 – Zina AbbottRunning from hostile Indians attacking Salina, Kansas, feisty Kizzie Atwell runs into freighter Leander Jones traveling the Smoky Hill Trail. He is as interested in her as his stallion is in her mare. The two join forces to prevent the Fort Riley Army captain from requisitioning their beloved horses for the cavalry. Will the bargain they make to save their horses lead to a more romantic bargain sealed with a kiss?http://zinaabbott.homestead.com/Amazon Page: http://www.amazon.com/Zina-Abbott/e/B00OWRJ3R8/Purchase Link: https://www.amazon.com/Kizzies-Kisses-Grandmas-Wedding-Quilts-ebook/dp/B01MT0UO6Q/If you haven't gotten Grandma's Wedding Quilts, The Prequel - now's the time! Grandma’s Wedding Quilts-The Prequel #1 - Kate CambridgeThe greatest inspiration is often born of desperation. One year ago Hannah Quinn scored her dream job, and now the fate of the museum she loves will rise or fall on her next exhibit. But wait... there's a problem. She doesn't have a clue what her next exhibit will be! When a trunk with two quilts is donated to the museum, Hannah's boss thinks she's wasting her time chasing down the history of the quilts, regardless of their beauty; but Hannah persists. She knows there's something special about these quilts, and a story that demands to be told. Little does Hannah know, her friend Callum, a researcher and consultant, plays an unexpected a role in her investigation that leads to questions and discoveries that threaten the foundation of all she holds most dear.Will her desperation to discover the story of the quilts cause her to lose the very thing she loves the most - or will the secrets she uncover lead her to more than she ever dreamed?https://KateCambridge.comAuthor Page: https://www.amazon.com/Kate-Cambridge/e/B01BD3X4ZU

Caroline Clemmons has a few Christmas selections!

Thanks to Penny Estelle for having me as her guest today.
 
We’re still in an especially busy season of the year with shopping, decorating, cooking, and finding ways to de-stress. As an author and a reader, I relax by escaping into a book. Allowing myself to sink into another time or another world takes me away from day-to-day issues. If you do the same, I have suggestions. 


ANGEL FOR CHRISTMAS is a contemporary romance that is my first work with an angel for a character. This book was a lot of fun to write. Jacob was a dot com success who has been sent back to prevent an orphanage from foreclosure. To accomplish his goal, he’s given the job of janitor at the orphanage’s school. Suzi Stephens is the school’s child psychologist who has had to take over as director of the Serenity Springs Children’s Home after her father’s death. She’s facing a giant balloon note due on January 1st and not much hope of raising the funds in spite of her diligent efforts. Jacob is given until midnight on December 24thto succeed. He suspects he doesn’t want to know what happens if he fails.
Buy link http://amzn.com/B01N58VPPB
ANGEL FOR CHRISTMAS Excerpt:Suzi watched the new janitor walk away. He puzzled her. Much too young and fit, why was he working here? Not that there was anything wrong with being a janitor, but he didn’t fit the profile. Jacob Porter gave the impression of someone who’d be in a boardroom rather than behind a broom or mop.She had to be careful who she exposed the children to and she wanted to know more about him. First, she had to get Missy her doll.Back in her office later, she asked Valerie for the janitor’s application. Nothing in his file set off alarm bells. Background check, fingerprints, references. His former employer had died, but there was no indication of why Jacob had applied here.Valerie asked, “Did you find anything off-putting in his file?”She tapped a finger against the folder. “No, but I wonder if he’s a spy for the investor who wants to buy the property?”Valerie gasped. “That explanation would make sense. Jacob Porter looks as if he belongs in a three-piece suit and a tie.”“He certainly does.” Elbows on her desk, she rested her head in her hands. “I do not need this when I’m desperately trying to raise money.”“I have faith in you, Suzi Q. You’ll find a way.”Her father’s long-time secretary calling her by her childhood nickname comforted her. “Thank you for your support, Valerie. You’re expert at soothing my anxiety. But, this time I honestly don’t know what we’ll do if this gala doesn’t pay off.”“Give the event a chance. You’re an excellent organizer. How many positive replies have you received?”“Far too few. Dad was better at schmoozing than I am and he failed. I-I’ll never get the hang of this in time to save the home.”The secretary walked to the doorway but turned back. “You’re not helping anyone worrying this way. Get busy, young lady.”“You’re right, Valerie. I’ll check the names again.” Suzi sighed and resumed checking the RSVPs against her master list. Maybe today’s mail would bring good news.After school, Katie Wilson, the kindergarten teacher, stopped by the office. Suzi’s morale had hit rock-bottom and she was glad to see her best friend. “Hey, Suzi, how are replies for the gala coming?”“Only declines arrived in today’s mail except for Mr. Hopper. If he continues in the pattern for other years, he’ll donate fifty dollars while enjoying the event and eating enough for three people.”“Don’t let it get you down. You’re a capable woman and I’m sure you’ll pull this off again.”Slowly, Suzi shook her head. “I’m not sure. Apparently Fate’s conspiring against me.”“Want to go grab a bite to eat?”“Not tonight, thanks. I’d be lousy company. Catch me another time.” “Will do. Since you’re not going with me, I believe I’ll go on home myself. After a day standing, these new shoes are killing my feet.” Katie left for the day.Moving slowly, Suzi gathered her purse and coat for her walk to her house, situated at one corner of the grounds.      


WILD WESTERN WOMEN – MISTLETOE, MONTANAis set in 1890 and includes my novella, MISTELTOE MISTAKE. Sheriff Riley McCallister is in charge of finding a new doctor for Mistletoe after the beloved Doc Jones dies. What a shock when a beautiful young woman, Dr. Shannon Callahan, steps off the train. Will the town accept a woman doctor? What about the sheriff—will he adjust to having a woman on the job? Others stories in this box set are by Kirsten Osbourne, Sylvia McDaniel, and Merry Farmer.
Buy link is   http://a.co/5LRMtwY   Novellas in WILD WESTERN WOMEN – MISTLETOE, MONTANA are:MISTLETOE MISTAKE by Caroline Clemmons – When the sheriff sent for a town doctor, he didn’t expect a woman.
MISTLETOE SCANDAL by Sylvia McDaniel – A city girl, a cowboy, and a dog trapped together in a blizzard discover Christmas wishes can come true.
MISTLETOE AND MOONBEAMS by Merry Farmer – He stopped at her saloon to rest but they ended up trapped alone together for a week.
MAIL-ORDER MERRY by Kirsten Osbourne – He wanted an independent wife, but he wasn’t so sure he wanted her to come with two young children and a nurse.
MISTLETOE MISTAKE Excerpt:Outside the store, a crowd of running children barreled into her and she grabbed the wall to stop a fall. “Whoa. Where are you going so fast?”“They’re running from me.” The sheriff strode toward them carrying the saddest looking dog she’d ever seen.Poor dog was filthy with several shades of brown hair. He was far too large to be toted around in the sheriff’s arms.“Is that your dog?” She reached out to scratch between the creature’s ears. He ducked as if he thought she’d hit him. After putting her parcel more securely under her arm, she caught the dog’s muzzle in her hands. “Poor boy, has someone been mean to you? I won’t hurt you.” She stroked his head and scratched between his ears.The dog’s eyes lost their fear and he licked her hand. The crowd of children chose her distraction to run away.“That Doan horde probably didn’t intend to be mean, but they were terrorizing this animal. Five of them fighting over him and pulling him first one way and then the other. They’re lucky he didn’t bite one of them.”“Whose is he?”“Never saw him before. Looks as if he’s missed a lot of meals.”“And baths.” She smiled at the lawman. “I guess you have a dog, Sheriff. What are you going to name him?”The sheriff shook his head. “He’s not mine. I just don’t want him harmed or frightened.”“Or hungry or dirty or lonely. You definitely have yourself a dog.”He leaned toward her and spoke over the dog, “I tell you, I don’t.”Shannon crossed her arms. “Think not? Put him down and walk away and you’ll see.”Shooting her a glare, he set the dog on the boardwalk. When the sheriff stepped away, the dog stayed at his heels. Shannon laughed. “You’d better feed your dog, Sheriff. And name him.”



MURDOCH’S BRIDE is set near Sweetwater Springs, Montana in 1887. Stranded in the snow…
Charity Kelso is accompanying her fussy Aunt Edwina from New York to Oregon when their train is wrecked and the passenger cars burn. Sweetwater Springs doesn’t have a hotel, so passengers are parceled out to townsfolk’s homes. No one wants anything to do with complaining Aunt Edwina. That also leaves Charity and their newly widowed friend Amelia nowhere to stay until the tracks are repaired. A new blizzard is headed their way, so what are they to do?
Logan Murdoch and his brother came to Sweetwater Springs to restock before the next storm arrives. Against Logan’s better judgment, the sheriff convinces him to take three stranded women to Murdoch Ranch. Other than their housekeeper-cook, a woman hasn’t set foot in the Murdoch home in the twenty years since Logan’s mother abandoned them. He doesn’t expect his father to welcome these unwanted visitors.
Both Charity and Logan are surprised at the events that unfold. How could this have happened?
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~~~~~~~~~~Caroline Clemmons is an Amazon bestselling and award winning author of historical and contemporary western romances. A frequent speaker at conferences and seminars, she has taught workshops on characterization, point of view, and layering a novel. 
Caroline and her husband live in the heart of Texas cowboy country with their menagerie of rescued pets. When she’s not indulging her passion for writing, Caroline enjoys family, reading, travel, antiquing, genealogy, and getting together with friends. Find her on her blog , website , Facebook , Twitte r, Goodreads , Google+ , and Pinterest . 
Click on her Amazon Author Page for a complete list of her books and follow her there. 
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Stone and Shell by Lloyd A. Meeker

Christmas Is In the Air






Blurb:
Eight-year-old Howie Evinger is convinced that his dad would be happier if he found a new husband. Howie would be happier, too. And somewhere out there in the city of Vancouver, there's the right man for his dad to love. But how to find him? That’s a problem, especially if you’re just a kid and your dad says he doesn’t want another husband.
With the help of his quirky aunt who calls herself a Buddhist Wiccan, Howie builds his very own solstice altar with cool symbols to support his search. It has a candle, a feather and a twisty stick, plus an agate for his dad, and a scallop shell for his new husband. Share Howie’s solstice adventure as he learns how real magic requires courage and patience as well as symbols.


Excerpt:   Dedication
To the wise and uncertain child in each of us, keeper of the flame of wonder.


Stone and Shell
Maybe the stone and the shell were too close to the candle. Howie wasn’t sure how this stuff worked. He studied his Solstice altar, made out of a wooden TV tray covered in a piece of dark green cloth. He felt nervous, like sitting in a surprise math test he hadn’t prepared for. He had dreams like that sometimes. He hated math.If he left his objects too close together, would his wish cover enough territory? Vancouver was a big city. He pushed his glasses back up his nose and frowned. Shanna, who was really his aunt Shannon, even though she didn’t let him call her that, would know how it worked.She’d taught him about symbols last week, which was a totally cool idea. Then she helped him build his Solstice altar and told him to place his symbols wherever he felt was right for them. The problem was he didn’t know how to place them so his wish, which sat like a giant lump inside him, would come true. It hadn’t occurred to him to ask her about placement rules for wishes.Dad was working late tonight, and the house was a lot nicer when someone was home already. Back when his dad and Joel were together, they’d had a big Buddha statue, which was the first thing anybody saw when they came in the front door. It was like having a friend waiting for you to come home. Joel had taken it to Toronto with him, and the house felt different without it. He’d told Dad he didn’t mind that it wasn’t there anymore, but he actually did. He didn’t want to be a wuss and complain, though. His best friend, Ricky, was lucky. The Liu family had a gold Buddha set up in their house with all kinds of beautiful stuff around it, even incense. Howie liked the smell, but it made him sneeze sometimes.Shanna would come soon, and he’d help her get dinner ready. Usually on Dad’s late days, all three of them would eat together, which was nice. It was lasagna tonight, Howie knew, because Dad had made it on the weekend and had frozen most of it for nights like this.So when Shanna got there in a bit, he’d ask her how Solstice altars worked. She’d know what to do. She’d told him all about Druids and the Solstice and the Celts who were Howie’s ancestors. When he said he thought his grandparents were English, Shanna got a little mad and said just because someone is born in a barn, doesn’t mean he’s a horse. Howie didn’t get it entirely, but he’d stuck with being from the Celts after that.He was doing pretty well with the altar, as far as he could tell. He’d found objects representing the four forces, which Shanna said every altar needed. He’d found a tiny pure white gull feather with really pretty fuzz near the bottom that moved even when you blew on it just a little. That was for air, and he had a twisty stick for earth. The candle was fire, of course. And then there was water. That part was easy; he already had the little scallop shell and the agate, both from the ocean.Trouble was, he didn’t want to talk to her about his wish again, or that the stone on his altar also represented his dad, and the shell was a new husband for him because it was smooth and beautiful inside. The shell would hold the stone, and give it a place to be really happy again.He’d already told Shanna months ago that his biggest wish was for his dad to find a new husband, and she’d kissed his cheek and laughed, her eyes shiny with what he could tell were almost-tears even though she didn’t say so, whispering that was a lovely but awfully big wish for an eight-year-old boy to carry. Howie didn’t mind how big the wish was. He wanted it to come true more than anything else in the whole world.He pulled the agate pebble back from the candle a little way, but kept it nestled against the shell. Farther from the candle felt right, but the pebble and shell shouldn’t be that close yet. Who knew how far apart they really were? He pulled them apart a few inches, hating the new gap. Even so, the distance felt right. For now. He’d put them closer together soon.

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Bio:

I’m a mystic, writer, healer, lover, cancer survivor, father, friend. I write (mostly) gay fiction featuring all those paths and more.
Having led what can only be described as a checkered life, I can honestly say I’m grateful for all of it. I’ve been a minister, an office worker, a janitor, a drinker, and a software developer on my way to finishing my first novel in 2004.
But basically I’m just a weather-worn psychic empath still learning how to live in the world just the way it is. The thing is, I experience the world as so much more than is generally accepted. That’s the challenge. Writing stories is the best way I’ve found to examine and share the questions, the wonders I engage daily.
My husband and I have been together since 2002, married since 2007. Between us we have four children and five grandchildren. We're based in south Florida, and work hard to keep up with the astonishing life we've created for ourselves.

The Gift Exchange by Adriana Kraft

Christmas Is In the Air 
New Erotic Romance Release from Adriana Kraft!
The Gift Exchange by Adriana Kraft  ~  just in time for some holiday pleasure!
It’s Christmas Eve—what gifts will Mack, Carol and Tara unwrap together?



BLURB
What is Carol up to now? Mack has always known his free-spirited wife is bisexual, but it seems she has new adventures on her mind this Christmas season.Carol has long entertained fantasies of a threesome with herself, her husband, and their attractive nearby neighbor, Tara.  Now that Tara’s troublesome ex is out of the picture, is this the season to make her fantasies come true?Tara’s felt a little deprived since cutting things off with her ex, and she’ll admit she envies what Mack and her best friend Carol seem to share. If they invite her to join them, will she dare?
EXCERPT
“Let’s see.” Carol handed one light package to Tara and they both began to carefully pull at the tissue paper.
“Oh my,” Tara gasped. “Santa has sexy naughty taste.”
“He does, doesn’t he?” Carol held up a sheer pale white camisole and watched Tara do the same. “They match,” Tara said as if surprised.
Mack cleared his throat. “Wow.”
“Do you think Santa got the right sizes?” Carol looked at Tara.
Tara made a show of carefully examining the thin material. “Hard to tell. He must’ve forgotten to get us bottoms.”
BUY LINK    http://www.extasybooks.com/the-gift-exchange/
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About Adriana Kraft:
Winner of the 2014 Bisexual Book Award for erotic fiction, author Adriana Kraft is a married couple. We write our erotic stories to entertain, of course, but most of all we write them because we believe in happy endings for all who fall in love, whatever their gender, sexual orientation or numerical combination.We love hearing from readers at adrianakraft99@yahoo.com , and here are our other links:
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Snowbound with Mr. Wrong by Barbara White Daille

Christmas Is In The Air
Penny - thanks so much for inviting me to share the first book in my new Snowflake Valley series. 

Happy holidays to all!
Snowbound with Mr. Wrong    Worst. Day. Ever.
After Lyssa Barnett’s sister tricks her into reprising her role at Snowflake Valley's annual children's party, she doesn’t think anything can be worse than squeezing into her too-small elf costume. Then tall, dark, and way too handsome Nick Tavlock shows up to play Santa…and an unexpected storm leaves them snowbound in the isolated lodge.
The last thing Nick wants is to spend a cozy Christmas Eve with a trio of kids and the woman who dumped him. But as much as Lyssa frustrates him, he can't stop thinking about her. And soon, he's fighting very un-Santa-like thoughts of kissing a certain sexy Miss Elf under the mistletoe. As Nick starts to fall for Lyssa all over again, he knows it will take nothing short of a miracle to have Lyssa in his arms on Christmas Day.

Excerpt:
Someone’s going to pay for this.Nick Tavlock stared at the woman in the elf costume and swore under his breath. When his so-called friend and associate Michael DeFranco had roped him into playing Santa at his lodge for a second year, he’d agreed to do the man the favor. Michael brought a lot of business his way. But this was pushing friendship and client satisfaction too far.He’d had Michael’s word there would be a new elf this year.He swallowed his irritation. Or tried to. “Lyss—”“Hello, Santa!” she interrupted with a meaningful glance at the kids around them.“Saved by an elf,” he murmured. “Almost put my boot in my mouth with that one, didn’t I?” He was still trying to pick his jaw up off the floor after the enthusiasm of her greeting. Too bad she hadn’t meant that beautiful smile for him. Too bad she had dumped him months ago, or he’d have had more chances to see that smile of hers. “Thanks for the warm welcome. A big surprise, considering the chill of your last good-bye.”“Those Arctic blasts at the North Pole will do that to an elf.” She smiled again, but her eyes didn’t meet his. “So…Santa, are you ready to hear some wish lists?”“Sure am,” he said in his best jolly-old-Saint-Nick voice.He followed her to the velvet-covered chair set in a cleared space beyond the fireplace. Though the flames danced behind a safety screen several yards away, he’d already started to sweat. And it didn’t have a thing to do with the fire or the extra padding inside this Santa suit. His quick inspection of Lyssa had his temperature soaring, something he should have anticipated. She had always managed to get him overheated—in the best way possible—every time he was around her.“Santa?” Her brows rose to fur-trimmed cap level.“Huh?” Great. After all the years he’d spent attending his parents’ cocktail parties, that was the best he could do? But any sophisticated comment he’d ever learned had flown right out of his head.He couldn’t let Lyssa throw him. Clamping his jaw closed, he resettled his own cap firmly and raised his brows back at her. She gestured with both hands, indicating the mob of children now surrounding him. How had he missed that?Lyssa provided more distraction than he needed.No, Lyssa didn’t provide anything for him anymore.“Are you ready?” she asked.“Yeah,” he muttered.She frowned at him over the kids’ heads. Her cheeks had turned pink, and not from the fire, he’d bet. The glow certainly didn’t come from overheating herself, either—not in that skimpy elf suit. That outfit led him naturally to other visions of her he’d had the pleasure of seeing over the past year. But this wasn’t the time or place to relive those memories.

Chapter One:Find the complete Chapter One of Snowbound with Mr. Wrong and bookseller links here:  http://bit.ly/swmw-pg

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Publisher:  Entangled  http://bit.ly/swmw-pgAmazon:  http://bit.ly/swmw-amz Amazon Australia:  http://bit.ly/swmw-au   Amazon Canada:  http://bit.ly/swmw-ca Amazon UK:  http://bit.ly/swmw-uk    Barnes & Noble:  http://bit.ly/swmw-bn     iBooks:  http://bit.ly/swmw-ibooks   Kobo:  http://bit.ly/swmw-kobo  

   About the Author:Barbara White Daille lives with her husband in the sunny Southwest. Though they love the warm winters and the lizards in their front yard, they haven’t gotten used to the scorpions in the bathroom. Barbara also loves writing, reading, and chocolate. Come to think of it, she enjoys writing about those subjects, too!
Barbara wrote her first short story at the age of nine, then typed "The End" to her first novel many years later...in the eighth grade. Now she's writing contemporary romance on a daily basis, with a brand-new series from Entangled Bliss (Snowflake Valley), an ongoing series from Harlequin Western Romance (The Hitching Post Hotel), and many more books on the schedule. She would love to have you stop by her website and to look for her on Facebook and Twitter.

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The Unwanted Christmas Guest by Penny Estelle

Christmas Is In The Air




Elizabeth McMurphy is an up and coming high powered attorney and is after vengeance, involving one of the richest and most powerful families in Colorado. Steve York is an obnoxious reporter that thinks the ice queen has gone too far and does all he can to get under her skin.When one of the worst blizzards in history hits Colorado and leaves a hurt Steve York stranded with Elizabeth in a mountain cabin, she must decide to either take care of him or throw him out to fend for himself.

A little teaser..
“What’s going on here? Where the hell are my pants?”      Elizabeth practically jumped out of her skin. Steve stood in the bedroom doorway, wearing only some tight fitting pink sweats. “I found you after your car went nose to nose with a tree.” She crossed her arms. “The question is, what were you doing up here in a snowstorm? Were you coming up here to spy on me?”      “Jesus, my head hurts.” Steve groaned and sat at the kitchen table. “And don’t flatter yourself.” He brought up his hands to rub his eyes and push on his temples. He started to say something when a giggle and a round of indistinguishable sounds caught his attention. Steve stared at the little girl, a whisper of a smile on his pale face. “You have a daughter?”      She chose to ignore the question. “Again, Mr. York, you were headed…where?”      “I was going to see some friends in Granby, then on to Steamboat to spend the holidays with my family.”      “You figured on taking a short cut on Badger Springs Road?”      “Basically,” he muttered. “I had a phone in my pants pocket…” Steve looked down at the pink sweats. “Yours, I presume?” At her nod, he asked with a smirk, “And you’re the one that took my clothes off?”      “Junior, my neighbor.”      “If you’ll allow me to use your phone, I’ll call Triple A and get myself and my car out of your life.” He put his hand out to the little girl and she latched onto his finger, the brightest smile ever illuminating her sweet face.Elizabeth quickly picked her up, as if he would contaminate her by his touch.“Phones are out.”       “Internet?”      “Nope.”      “How the hell do you live here?” he asked irritably.
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I write for all ages, from the early reader to adults.  My books range from pictures books for the little ones, to fantasy, time-travel adventures for ages 9 to 13. I also write adult stories, including a family drama and contemporary, paranormal and historical westerns romances, under P. A. Estelle.
More about my books can be found in the following links:
www.pennystales.comwww.pennyestelle.blogspot.comhttp://www.amazon.com/Penny-Estelle/e/B006S62XBYwww.facebook.com/pennystaleswww.pinterest.com/pennyestellehttp://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5820078.Penny_Estelle- Goodreadshttp://www.twitter.com/pennystales