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Whack-a-Doo Wednesday!

If it’s Wednesday, it must be time to open the dream diary again!

This week, we’re dialing the clock back to February of 2010, which is one of only a handful of months between 2008 and 2014 when I wasn’t pregnant or nursing. In other words, these are “normal” dreams. (Normal. Heh.)

Let’s get started, shall we?

 

Last night I dreamed I was the mother of an illegitimate vampire roman god baby who liked to lead ninja fights on the ruins of Mt. Olympus between the vampire royalty and the roman god royalty.

I can explain this one. See, about this time, I had this awesome idea to write a series of romance novels based around ninjas fighting ancient Roman gods. Because what’s more epic than ninjas vs. gods? (Except maybe ninja pirates vs. gods. That would’ve been cool too.) Sadly (or happily, depending on your point of view), I never was able to come up with a coherent plot. My dreams tried valiantly for me though.

 

Last night was the naked dream. Well, pants-less anyway. But have you ever accepted delivery of a lawn mower without your pants on while your whole family watched from your sorority house?

Well… Have you?

 

In last night’s dream, I needed to leash my cats to walk them home from a friend’s house where the neighbors were growing cheese in pits in the back yard.

Truth: Before I loved bacon, I loved cheese. I still love cheese, but not as much as bacon.

Other truth: I have never leashed my cats. Though, one did get a plastic bag with my father-in-law’s underwear in it hung around her neck once, and she tore through the house like she was possessed, dragging along the underwear bag, for like 10 minutes before we could catch her and rescue the underwear. And the bag.

 

I dreamed last night that I was traveling to a family reunion with a half good, half bad robot, and the bad side was winning. Wimpy me pulled down the garage door to the pool room so he couldn’t get me.

Right… I need to add robots to that ninja pirates vs. gods thing. Wait… what about ninja pirates vs. vampire gods? Am I getting warmer? Yes? No?

 

Last night I dreamed that after I checked into my writing conference, the villains came to life and we had to fight them on a fairy-dust sprinkled bouncy castle land. My team rocked the bouncy castle action. Must’ve been the secret ninja inside us all.

OMG, y’all… I totally foretold Cloud Cuckoo Land from The Lego Movie. Sort of.

Wow. Pretty awesome dreams from five years ago.

Have a wonderful Wednesday, y’all!! Make sure you entered at yesterday’s blog to win some yummy brownies, and that you also entered on all the other sites on the Fairy Tale Fun Blog Hop too! I want one of YOU to win!

Stick around… I have a surprise tomorrow!

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Fairy Tale Fun With Anna Grace!!

Today, for something different, I’m participating in the Fairy Tale Fun Blog Hop! What does that mean? It means you get to find out how Anna Grace from Southern Fried Blues is like Rapunzel, and it also means you get a chance to win a box of brownies! Intrigued? Keep reading!

First, the fun stuff.

How Anna Grace, Heroine of Southern Fried Blues , Is Like Rapunzel From Tangled
1. They are both blonde.

(Yes, yes. That’s the easy one.)

2. They’ve both been unknowingly trapped when their story begins.

3. They both have a thing about keeping busy.

Rapunzel’s version of keeping busy:

 

Anna Grace’s version of keeping busy:

And more…

4. They’re both on a journey of self-discovery

5. They both have a strong, dashing man along for the ride.

And there you have it! All the best ways Anna Grace is like Rapunzel. I just adore quirky characters, and I adore when a good hero loves a heroine because of her quirks, rather than despite her quirks. So tell me – what’s your favorite character quirk?

By the way – if you haven’t read Southern Fried Blues, you can get your copy now at: Amazon  |  Barnes & Noble |  Kobo |  iBooks  |  Google Play  | Smashwords

And now… Giveaway details!!
We can’t have a big blog hop without a prize, can we? The Grand Prize for the Fairy Tale Fun Blog Hop is the Congratulations Sprite 24 Gift Box from Fairytale Brownies  which includes a snack-size assortment of 24 delicious gourmet brownies.


Giveaway is open to US residents ONLY and will be selected at random and announced on Tuesday, February 17th.


You can enter at each stop on the hop, which means EIGHTEEN chances to win!

**IMPORTANT!!** Make sure you leave your email address in your comment so we can reach you if your name is drawn! Remember, to enter here, just comment below and tell me about one of your favorite quirks. The quirk can one of yours, or a quirk that makes someone in your life extra lovable (like the way Jackson loves Anna Grace’s label maker obsession in Southern Fried Blues ).

And here you go – all the other stops on the blog hop today! Make sure you stop by each one and enter!
April Aasheim
Sheryl Babin
Kathryn Biel
Brea Brown
Geralyn Corcillo
Patricia Eddy
Erin Emerson
Hilary Grossman
Rachel Lynn Hamm
Gina Henning
Celia Kennedy
Tracy Krimmer
Becky Monson
Theresa Munroe
Diane Rinella
S. K. Wills

Happy Valentine’s Week, y’all!

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Munchkin Mondays!

What a weekend, y’all! Thanks so much for all the support with the Snowy Days, Steamy Nights anthology sale! But the fun’s over, and it’s time for the Monday grind again, which means… time for Munchkin Mondays!

This week, we’re going back to the summer of 2012, when I was pregnant with Buttercup and Squeaker was a toddlin’ fool. Enjoy!

“Mommy, can I have some mandara oranges?”

“No, but you can have a banana.”

“Um, what else?”

“A banana.”

“What else?”

“A banana.”

Munchkin, giggling now: “What else?”

“A banana.”

Repeat, with increasing giggling, until: “Mommy, stop! You’re making me have to go to the bathroom!”

I’m going to have to remember this trick for when Squeaker is fighting against mandatory potty time.

 

The only thing funnier than Munchkin dancing to Katy Perry and Who Let The Dogs Out is Squeaker dancing to the same.

Fast forward almost two years, and we can substitute “Buttercup” for “Squeaker.” Although, Squeaker and Munchkin are both still pretty hilarious.

 

I was putting Munchkin to bed and I told him, “You’re my smart boy.” He replied, “Ooooh, girl! You know I am!”

I think this happened again just last week…

 

The Squeak is practicing his manipulation techniques. “If I say,’No! No! No!’ and pucker my lips, she’ll stop and give me one more kiss before leaving me in my room for the night.”

Again, substitute “Buttercup” for “The Squeak,” and we have life as we know it now.

 

Munchkin’s up waiting for the garbage man. We can hear him down the street. But while waiting, Munchkin suddenly announces, “I have to say good morning to baby,” comes over, calls her by name, and kisses and hugs my belly. Love how much he loves being a big brother.

And nowadays, the boys fight over the privilege of going in to say good morning to Buttercup first. I have some pretty good kids, y’all.

 

One would think that after the great wooden train incident of ’11 that he still talks about, Munchkin would have learned I’m serious when I tell him to pick up his toys.

Two and a half years later, Munchkin now sagely advises his brother and sister. “Guys, they’re serious. They’ll take our toys away like they did wooden train.”

 

Gave Munchkin a hard boiled egg after he ate everything else in the house. He ate half the white, pulled the yolk out whole, and then launched the yolk at the white (while still holding both, which is the only reason I haven’t made him walk the plank), saying, “Mommy, I’m playing Angry Birds.”

Do people still play Angry Birds? My kids still love the shirts.

Enjoy your Monday!

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Sunday Snippet and The Hooker and The Hermit Winner!!

Happy Sunday!! Time to find out who won a copy of The Hooker and The Hermit by Penny Reid and L.H. Cosway! But first – your Sunday Snippet.

This week, because today is the last day of the $0.99 sale on the Snowy Days, Steamy Nights anthology, here’s a quick peek at Smittened, the Misfit Brides of Bliss novella inside the anthology!

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THE DOORBELL DINGED out the ice cream truck song that Great Aunt Agnes, rest her soul, had installed shortly before she kicked the bucket. Two years, and Dahlia still couldn’t figure out how to change it to a normal ding. She popped up to the front of the store to take care of her customers.

Except it wasn’t customers.

It was Mikey.

She braced herself and girded her loins, which, quite honestly, needed a lot of girding.

Especially when he aimed that smile and those gray eyes at her. He strolled over the black checkered floor, all lanky grace and undeniable sensuality in his leather jacket, cowboy boots, omnipresent ball cap, and new blue jeans. “My favorite ice cream lady,” he said.

Her heart squeezed. Charmer, she reminded herself. And not even a good one at that. “You say that to all the ice cream ladies you meet.”

“Not anymore.” He winked and propped his elbows on the glass counter over the tubs of ice cream. He lifted a suggestive eyebrow. “Was hoping to try some of that Cherry Popper ice cream for lunch.”

“What—how—who—Hush!” No one was supposed to know anything on her adults-only menu until the tasting. Which meant he’d been snooping more in her house.

The only thing more annoying than the smug in his smile was the way her pulse fluttered in response to it.

“Saw a note,” he said casually. “I’m a big fan of cherries.”

“So you’ve said a couple hundred times,” she muttered.

He peered closer, his grin spreading wider to show off a row of perfectly aligned pearly whites. “Why, Miss Dahlia, you’ve been watching BillyVision.”

He knew her name.

Oh, sweet holy ducks, he knew her name. It sounded so exotic in his Southern drawl. Daawl-ya.

“Well, yeah,” she forced out. “Billy’s hot.”

His smile went bigger, and for the first time since last night’s fire, she noticed his eyes crinkling at the edges too. “But I’m better.”

Yes. Yes he—no. No. She didn’t need to add philandering pig to her list of dating disasters.

“I guess,” she said. “Sort of like the mashed potatoes that go with the Thanksgiving turkey.”

The ego in his grin didn’t waver. “So you want to cover me with gravy? I might could be up for that.”

That was not an image that should’ve been sexy. Chocolate syrup, yes. Warm caramel sauce, absolutely. Lumpy brown gravy on Mikey? Ducks help her, it was not totally revolting.

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Want to know if they used the gravy? Get a copy of the Snowy Days, Steamy Nights anthology at: Amazon | Barnes & Noble | Kobo | iBooks

And now… WINNER WINNER!!

Woot! Congratulations to Jennifer Schantz! Congratulations, Jennifer! Send me a message at jamie @ jamiefarrellbooks . com (no spaces) with your email address and preferred format, and I’ll get your copy of The Hooker and The Hermit to you ASAP!

I hope the rest of y’all will check out the book too! Penny and L.H. are a great team, and this book is fabulous!!

Find Penny Reid at: Website | Facebook | Twitter | Amazon | Barnes & Noble | Kobo

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Stay tuned, y’all. I’m mixing up Feel Good Friday a little this week, and there might be a special Valentine’s Day giveaway coming a little early. Happy Sunday, y’all!!

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Snowy Days, Steamy Nights is $0.99!!

Quick reminder – if you haven’t entered to win a copy of Penny Reid and L.H. Cosway’s The Hooker and The Hermit, make sure you stop by yesterday’s post! Winner announced tomorrow! And now on to today’s fun news…

$0.99 SALE!!!!

Amazon | Barnes & Noble | Kobo | iBooks

I’m so excited, y’all! The Snowy Days, Steamy Nights anthology, featuring my Misfit Brides of Bliss novella, Smittened, is on sale for $0.99 this weekend! Have you gotten your copy yet? I’m so tickled at what people are saying about the whole anthology.

 

I love a good box set and this one is perfect! I couldn’t get enough. I found a few new authors, well new to me authors, and relished in some of my favorite authors.

–Twin Opinions

-Twin Opinions

 

These novellas are all fun, sensual romances and each of them have something special and unique to offer.

-Cullen House Reviews

 

I wish that all of these stories had been full-length novels because I didn’t want them to end. This is an AWESOME anthology and exactly what I’ve needed to help get me over my reading slump!

-Fiction Fangirls

 

Snowy Days, Steamy Nights: Come in from the Cold is an anthology of six fantastic short stories. Five of the six were new authors to me. I can honestly say that I loved every single one of these stories and can’t wait to tell you about them!

-Carol, Top Goodreads Reviewer

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 Have a great weekend, y’all, and happy reading!!!

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Feel Good Friday Giveaway with Penny Reid and L.H. Cosway!

Who’s ready for Friday? Woot!! Let’s get this giveaway on the road!

This week, I’m giving away an e-copy of the brand new The Hooker and The Hermit by Penny Reid and L.H. Cosway. First, because they’re both awesome. Second, because how can you not smile at a title like that? And third, because I love giving away awesome books on Fridays!

Reasons why you want this book:

1. L.H. Cosway and Penny Reid wrote it.

2. He’s the Hooker.

3. It will make you laugh.

So! Who wants a copy? To enter, just tell me in the comments who the funniest person is in your life. And make sure you check back on Sunday to see if you’re a winner!

Find Penny Reid at: Website | Facebook | Twitter | Amazon | Barnes & Noble | Kobo

Find L.H. Cosway at: Website | Facebook | Twitter | Amazon | Barnes & Noble | Kobo

p.s. If you haven’t picked up your copy of the Snowy Days, Steamy Nights anthology, featuring the Misfit Brides of Bliss novella, Smittened, it’s on sale this weekend for $0.99!! You can find it at: Amazon | Barnes & Noble | Kobo | iBooks

Have a great Friday, y’all!

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Whack-a-Doo Wednesday!

Welcome to Wednesday. We’re halfway to the weekend! Woot! This week, in honor of Men of NCIS: Hot or Not? running on my Facebook page, I’m digging into my dream diary for all of my NCIS dreams. Y’all ready? Let’s do it!

Let’s start with the tame one:

Last night I dreamed an entire NCIS episode where we were sent to guard a woman and her children after the bad guy spread flammable gas all over their property. In the end, I carried her kids out of the house like footballs while Tony shot the bad guys, then Gibbs gave me and my little sister a ride and helped us pay for college room and board at my grade school.

And then move on along to a little more exciting:

I had two Chris O’Donnell dreams last night. In the first, he was semi-immortal and we were fighting to the death with magic swords. In the second, I was on the NCIS:LA team, and we flew a helicopter to a compound where they sunk railroad cars into the bay, and we were supposed to take chemical samples to see if they’d been transporting special secret cargo. And that’s when we lost Agent Joe. (Nope, no idea who Agent Joe is.) Plus I forgot to take my weapon when we stormed the compound.

 

And now that I’ve got you warmed up, let’s take a trip back in time to the fall of 2011.

I just had this dream that I was in a zombie video game as an NCIS agent. The zombies were impervious to shovel attacks, so I went to consult my talking McDonalds food. Stupid hamburgers and fries were rather obnoxious and uncooperative, probably because labor conditions were bad. There was a lot of talking food in that garden. I think some of it was zombie talking food.

Yeah… I don’t know.

 

Then this one happened a week or so later:

Last night I dreamed Chris O’Donnell was the hero in my latest manuscript and I was my heroine and he was totally digging kissing on me. Of course, the family didn’t approve, and then the collective casts of both NCIS shows arrived on scene with the requisite bodies and murderers to chase, so making out had to wait.

That fall, I would’ve been writing Southern Fried Blues. Which means Chris O’Donnell was playing Jackson Davis in my dreams. I could see this working.

 

And a month or so later:

NCIS:LA dream for the win! I was totally snuggling G. Callen in an elevator-lecture room that went upside down and then malfunctioned and sent us spiraling down a slick metal slide into the room with the bad guys. When G bit the dust, I hit rewind and did it over to make for a happier ending. Except then Squeaker woke up.

I can no longer deny my celebrity crush on Chris O’Donnell.

 

A couple weeks after that:

Last night, I dreamed Glee met NCIS when Sue Sylvester hired mobsters to rig the Prom queen voting.

Nope. Can’t explain it.

Nor can I explain this one:

Holy dreams, batman! Everything from chasing Ghaddafi with my G. Callen and NCIS:LA crew to family reunion in a farm house under siege to chasing Mexicans on motorbikes to checking out at the commissary behind Gwenyth Paltrow to waking up in a field of lions who wanted to sniff me and walk on me like my cats. Then Sandra Bullock disappeared to go get the Mexicans, so we went to pick up the boys and Squeaker was walking around naked. I think the ghost character from Mario Cart made Sandra have to switch from motorbike to hang gliding too.

And let’s be honest… Should I want to explain it? Probably not.

So, there you have it. My dream diary, NCIS edition. And now y’all know my not-so-secret celebrity crush.

Have a great Wednesday!

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Munchkin Monday!

Show of hands – who stayed up too late watching Super Bowl commercials last night?

Yep. Me too. So this week, you get a bonus Darth Buttercup picture in addition to our Munchkin flashbacks. Ta-DA!

Fairy Princess Darth Vadercup

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And now on to the Munchkin Flashbacks as originally told on my Facebook page three years ago this month when Squeaker was but a toddler and Munchkin knew everything.

There’s nothing like getting prank called by your mother at 2:22 on a Friday afternoon as she prepares to take off with her sisters on a tropical adventure to the tune of “Born to be Wild.”

**Technically not a Munchkinism, but you have to admit, his grandma is pretty darn cool.

 

Munchkin: “Mommy, Mommy, don’t move. Stay there, don’t move. It’s a bug I have to get for you Mommy.”

A minute later… “Mommy, I can’t reach the tissue to get the bug. Can you come get it for me please?”

And then – “It’s okay, Mommy. I got the bug.”

My little hero.

 

Munchkin: “I’m a three-year-old grown up.”

Preach it, kid.

 

I picked Munchkin up for his dentist appointment for his knocked-loose tooth an hour early so I could treat myself to lunch at my favorite restaurant down the street from the dentist. Ordered him red velvet cake (don’t judge – it hurts him to eat hard stuff, and he’d already had lunch at school) and he told anyone who’d listen that he’d think about sharing it with me if I finished all my lunch.

See above quote about being a three-year-old grown up…

 

Munchkin just walked out of the bathroom, naked from the waist down, blue spiderman shirt on right and a brightly colored pair of superhero briefs on his head. He was clinging to a strand of elastic that had come loose in his briefs, sort of cross-eyed as he’s staring at it, and he said, “Mommy, I need you to cut this string off, but don’t cut off my head.” Took me a minute to stop laughing long enough to snap a picture before beginning the harrowing task of not cutting his head off.

For the record, I have a picture of this. It will be shown at his rehearsal dinner. Because I do motherhood right.

 

Went to switch on the light in my kitchen and came away with a booger on my finger. It can only go up from here.

And I wish I could say that’s the only time that’s happened…

Here’s hoping y’all have a brilliantly wonderful first week of February!

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Sunday Snippet and Jennie Marts Winner!

Happy Super Bowl Sunday, y’all! I don’t know which team will win, but I do know who won a copy of Jennie Marts‘s Easy Like Sunday Mourning!

But first – your Sunday Snippet. Truth: when I’m looking for teasers, I go to random.org and ask for a random page number out of the book. And somehow, random.org always picks page numbers from my favorite scenes. I wonder if that’s coincidence, or if I simply have too many favorite scenes? Either way, enjoy!

From The Husband Games, in which Natalie has pulled over seeking help at Suckers, her favorite local bar, after an unfortunate incident involving itch weed after she was in a place she wasn’t supposed to be:

CJ gestured to an industrial-sized stainless-steel sink with a large sprayer hose hanging on a hook on the ceiling. “C’mon over. This ever happen before?”

Natalie followed him, her movements jerky and itchy and painful, equally suspicious and hopeful that he knew what he was talking about. “Broken out in hives while driving my car?” Her jaw clenched. She hurt so bad. “Yeah. Happens every day.”

“You ever think of starting your day with a smile? Might help that grumpy-head thing you’ve got going on.”

Her chest inflated, and she opened her mouth to give him a piece of her mind—her hands and legs were on fire—but he grinned down at her with the orneriest, most self-assured, heart-stopping smile, and her tongue was suddenly as capable of forming sentences as Cindy the Stegosaurus was.

He held her gaze. His smile slipped—his lips still tilted up, but the spark of mischief in his eyes faded, replaced with a curious intensity that magnified with every thump of her heart. She squirmed.

He blinked, and easygoing CJ came back. One hand on the sprayer, the other gestured at her. “Take ’em off.”

“Mm-buh?” she said, with as much class and dignity as it was possible to put into gibberish. Which wasn’t any at all, but she’d made a life of living with her own delusions.

“Strip. Best way to get it all off.” His voice wobbled, as if perhaps he wasn’t as comfortable as he wanted her to think he was.

“Hell, no.” But he was right. She was starting to itch in places he couldn’t see.

Places she wanted him to—no. No.

Places she didn’t want him to see.

Obviously her brain was breaking out in hives too. She pointed to the door. “Leave.”

His eyes took on a stubbornness that reminded her of the man who had driven her father home two weeks ago. “You make a mess in here, I have to clean it up. We’re doing this my way.”

She squirmed. The itch burned higher and higher on her legs, rushing to meet another sensation traveling down her legs that she should’ve been worried about.

Nothing good could come of her attraction to him.

She forbade herself to scratch anything and glared at him. “I’ll go do it myself in the bathroom.”

His nostrils flared. “For God’s sake, Natalie, I have eleven sisters. You don’t have anything I haven’t seen before. You want to feel better or not?”

Oh, yes. She wanted to feel better.

She wanted to feel much better.

His eyes darkened. His gaze darted to her lips, then back to her eyes, and something else inside her lit on fire.

Something primitive and womanly and needy.

Something that made her see something primitive and manly and needy burning in his eyes.

As if he could feel it too.

As if he liked it too.

She was imagining things. She hadn’t given this man a single reason to like her. More, him liking her could cause them both more problems than he could understand or anticipate.

But she wasn’t imagining things.

He was looking at her as though he wanted to kiss the argument right out of her.

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And now…

WINNER WINNER!!

Congratulations to Melody Gonser!! She wins a copy of Jennie Marts‘s Easy Like Sunday Mourning! Congratulations, Melody!! Contact me at jamie @ jamiefarrellbooks . com (no spaces) or send me a message on my Facebook page to claim your prize!

I hope y’all will check out all of Jennie’s books! Not only is she one of my anthology mates in the Snowy Days, Steamy Nights anthology, but she’s an awesome friend and writer!  You can find her on her website, Facebook page, and Amazon page!

Stick around, y’all! More family fun and another Feel Good Friday Giveaway are coming up this week.

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Feel Good Friday Giveaway with Jennie Marts!

Happy Friday, y’all!! Who’s ready for the weekend?!

This week, for Feel Good Friday, I’m giving away a copy of Easy Like Sunday Mourning, the second book in my dear friend Jennie Marts‘s Page Turners series!

Three things you need to know about Jennie Marts:

1. She is currently in love with Downton Abbey.

2. Her favorite books are Janet Evanovich’s Stephanie Plum series.

3. Her favorite snack is Cheetos.

And a little bonus fact: She’s a super sweet, wonderful friend who writes awesome books. If you haven’t read Jennie yet, now’s a great time to start! The first book in her series, Another Saturday Night and I Ain’t Got No Body, is only $0.99 right now!

But! Back to the giveaway! Want to win Jennie’s book? Just comment below and tell me your favorite TV show. And be sure to come back to the blog on Sunday for the winner announcement!

In the meantime, find out more about Jennie on her website, Facebook page, and Amazon page!

Have a great weekend, y’all!

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