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January 26, 2016
Romance Writers Weekly – Author Bio
This week on Romance Writers Weekly, Victoria Barbour is asking for an author bio. If your life was a romance novel, what subgenre would it be, and why would your hero be amazing? Also, what would you call it? Can you write a blurb for it?
My life would in a genre entitled Suburban Boring. Sigh…not everyone can live a starlette’s life. I’m a fat hamster who climbs on the work wheel Monday through Friday and writes on my off time for enjoyment.
My grizzled hero loves to cook and plays pit crew boss on our aged fleet of SUVs. We’re constantly asked if we want to sell our pristine 1996 Ford Bronco. Hubs answers with, “You’ll have to pry it from my wife’s cold, dead hands.” Yep! I love my truck.
I’d title my life story Small Comforts. Blurb: A young girl who loved to write stories never believed she’d marry, or have kids, but becomes a loving mother and a published author despite some disappointing setbacks .
Hope you have visited our newer member, Marc Stevens, who was ahead of me this week. Continue the hop to Jenna Da Sie.
January 24, 2016
Weekend Writing Warriors – Jan 24 – Sand and Sin
Welcome to my post for Weekend Writing Warriors #wewriwa where authors share 8-10 sentences of their work.
I’m continuing with another excerpt from my new release, Sand and Sin. Injured in Afghanistan just before his team is to return home, Navy SEAL, Jax Taylor takes leave after being released from the hospital and catches a military hop to Virginia Beach to see a buddy. When Jax arrives, TJ is night training and recommends a local SEAL bar called the Trident. We pick up when Jax arrives.
Stiff from the transatlantic trip, he limped a few steps but righted his gait before opening the heavy oak door. In his bar experiences, such an entrance usually led to a man cave.
Inside, darkness enveloped him, matching his mood. Pain meds and exhaustion made him irritable. He was still pissed about not being allowed to rejoin his team, and doubly so because TJ had a training op circumventing their party. So much for buddy reunions.
Behind the bar, a tall, lean beauty glanced up from the beer taps. The gnawing ache in his leg disappeared under scrutiny of wide, sea green eyes. Long, wavy hair surrounded her shoulders like a lion’s mane and his fingers itched to tangle in the strands. Other more intimate visions flitted through his mind.
Check out a group of amazing writers at Weekend Writing Warriors. I also hope you’ll check out Sand and Sin. Available at all major e-book retailers. amazonkindle, Apple, Google, Kobo, Nook
January 16, 2016
Weekend Writing Warriors – Jan 17 – Sand and Sin
Welcome to my post for Weekend Writing Warriors #wewriwa where authors share 8-10 sentences of their work.
I’m continuing with another excerpt from my new release, Sand and Sin. Navy SEAL, Jax Taylor is sniping on a rooftop in Afghanistan with two weeks left before heading back to his base in Coronado, CA when all hell breaks loose.
Chatter in his earbud alerted him the guys were bugging out. An armored unit was already en route, ETA two minutes. Long enough to die over one hundred and twenty times.
Sweat and dirt stung his eyes as he shoved a magazine into his rifle, then touched the pistol holstered to his thigh for back up. Like an action movie, everything moved in slow motion. Dust swirled around them as tracer fire crisscrossed the street in sync with the rat-a-tat-tat of gunfire.
The grinding tracks and clack of a diesel engine announced the Bradley’s arrival. Soldiers raced into the armored vehicle and Jax slipped through last. Before the door closed, a bullet ricocheted, biting the back of his thigh. Fucking hell.
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January 9, 2016
Weekend Writing Warriors – Jan 10 – Sand and Sin
Welcome to my post for Weekend Writing Warriors #wewriwa where authors share 8-10 sentences of their work.
I’m continuing with the 2nd excerpt from my smexy new release, Sand and Sin. Navy SEAL, Jax Taylor is sniping on a rooftop in Afghanistan with two weeks left before heading back to his base in Coronado, CA when all hell breaks loose.
Jax’s heart rate dropped. His breathing slowed. Increasing pressure on the trigger, he exhaled and squeezed. The target plowed headfirst into the dust before the sound of the bullet echoed back.
Gunfire peppered the stagnant air from every direction. He scrambled to his feet and shouldered his sniper rifle and gear bag. With his standard-issue Colt M4A1 assault weapon pointed, he crept down the stairs.
At street level, he’d even the odds for the army boys. If the fucking shit-storm continued, there wouldn’t be much of an Afghan town left to protect. Conforming to the doorway, he aimed and picked off a single gunman about to unload into the street filled with US soldiers.
Outside, with his back to the plaster wall, he pinged targets like the metal ducks at a carnival.
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January 2, 2016
Weekend Writing Warriors – Sand and Sin
Happy New Year! Welcome to Weekend Warriors, a weekend post where authors share 8-10 sentences of their work.
Well, another has year rolled out the door. I’m well into the back nine as a golfer might say. Don’t feel the chill of winter yet but the leaves are starting to fall. Wish the pounds would! Comfort reigns over vanity. Simplicity brings the most enjoyment, family, friends and writing.
In celebration of the new year and my newest release, I’m offering ten sentences from my brand new release, Sand and Sin. I did post some from it a year of so ago, so it may seem familiar to veteran readers. Navy SEAL, Jax Taylor is all about the mission until a sassy bartender knocks him off course.
Through shimmering waves of heat, Jax Taylor sighted his target through the second story window shielded by ratty, threadbare curtains. He shifted on his makeshift snipe stand, an overturned crib he’d found in the bombed-out mud-brick apartment complex. If he bit the big one today, his uncle and brothers in arms would probably be his only mourners. The latter would throw an epic party.
After hours on watch, remnants of the crosshairs burned into his retina from the scope of his M14. On loan to the army for the last few weeks, he counted down the days to when his team’s deployment ended. He could already taste a cool one on the beach. The chilly Pacific would offer a perfect respite from the heat of this stinking hellhole where the only water in quantity soaked his desert camos as sweat. AK-47 in hand, an insurgent finally scaled the low wall and sprinted across the street for a building occupied by US troops.
Game on, bastard.
Check our the rest of the warriors at Weekend Writing Warriors. I also hope you’ll check out Sand and Sin. Available at all major e-book retailers. amazonkindle, Apple, Google, Kobo, Nook
December 24, 2015
An Unexpected Christmas Homecoming
Hope you’ll enjoy my Christmas short and have a Merry Christmas!
A soldier returning home after his last deployment at Christmas time receives an unexpected homecoming.
The living room echoed as Jake trekked along the hardwood, empty except for his recliner and the TV. Her chocolate lab, Hersey, had always been more excited to see him home from deployment anyway. He’d miss her most since his own dog had passed a few years ago. Being gone more than home, he hadn’t want to get another until he was home for permanently. He could start looking now.
He placed the fifth of Jack Daniels and his gear bag on the floor next to the recliner. Tomorrow, he’d grab his few belongings, turn in the keys of the apartment and head for the Outer Banks to help his brother as a guide on winter duck hunting trips.
Duck hunting dog hiding in a blindJake unlaced his boots and dropped onto the recliner. With remote in hand he pressed the button and the flat screen lit up to a scene of Ralphie from A Christmas Story. It was all the welcome home, he’d get. He grabbed the bottle on the floor beside him.
The next morning he loaded his chair, TV and clothes into his pick-up and drove south. A little over an hour later he turned onto the beach road and passed the Black Pelican Restaurant. He’d broke things off with his high school sweetheart, Sammy, there before he left for boot camp. What had made him think long, painted nails and high heels meant a better woman? The empty apartment spoke volumes for the old adage looks aren’t everything.
Arriving at the Comfort Inn for the Ducks Unlimited Christmas auction, he was glad for a decent excuse to avoid one more night before bunking in with his brother, Dean, and wife, Katie, who seemed determined on matchmaking even before he’d made it back to the States.
The last woman had sufficiently drained his bank account, as if it was his fault the military extended his deployment. A dog was the only companionship he sought for the moment. If he hadn’t shown an aptitude in aviation repair, he’d have gone for the K9 division while serving.
The cold, salty breeze revived him as his eyes watered. Home in one piece. After checking in at the desk, he made his way into a darkened bar. Only a couple of patrons nursed drinks in a booth. Icicle lights illuminated the expansive liquor display. A bartender in a crisp white shirt and black vest nodded and spun a red napkin on the bar in front of Jake.
Creative Commons TRombone65 PhotoArt Laatzen“Double bourbon on the rocks.” He slid his Real Tree jacket onto the back of the chair, pleased the guy read his taciturn mood. While waiting, he checked the time and Ducks Unlimited social media page for a list of items being auctioned. Living a Spartan life style during deployment and coming home to an empty apartment had him seeking old comforts like a dog and gun. No dogs for sale, only a gun.
You going to the auction?” a woman asked, sliding onto the chair next to him.
Guess the hunting jacket was a dead giveaway. He slammed back the bourbon that had landed in front of him and turned toward her.
A brandy colored gaze burned into Jake as hot as the whiskey searing his belly. The combo nearly stopped his heart. “Sammy.”
“Dean said I’d probably find you here.” She smiled.
Ten years later, he found her western jeans and brown suede hunter’s vest sexy instead tomboyish. He hugged her and let her light citrus fragrance bring him home. “Thought you’d moved.”
“And moved back home a year ago.” She ordered a beer and another round for him. Brushing her dark hair behind her ear revealed purple highlights, hinting that her nonconformist nature remained.
Dean had probably told him of Sammy’s return, but then his brother was the one who also said he could do better than the woman sitting beside him who could out shoot most guys. If he’d meant better as in high minded and high maintenance then he’d been right. “Sorry, times slips away when you’re gone so much. Gosh, how old is your son now?”
She sighed and glanced down the bar. “Daniel. He’s nine and lives with his dad since we split.” She sipped from her iced mug. “He likes going to school with the cousins he grew up with. He spends summers with me because he likes the beach.”
“That must be tough,” It’d been hard enough for Jake to leave his dog when he first joined the military. He couldn’t imagine leaving his child.
She waved him off. “So, you’re going to help your brother on hunting tours this winter, I hear.”
The Outer Banks wasn’t really small town except for the spread of gossip that bounced among the born and raised locals. “It wasn’t you, you know…it was just―”
“You needed to see the world beyond this sandbar, Jake,” she said without a resenting tone.
At first, but by the end, it was only about serving his country. “And what I valued most, I left behind.”
Sammy arched a brow and slid a warming glance down his body. “What are you looking to bid on at the auction?”
He’d bid his last penny for another chance with her. “I need a second gun,” he said and shot- gunned the rest of his whiskey.
She laid a hand on his arm. Her warmth seeped through his flannel. “Tell you what, I’ll loan you one of mine, if you adopt one of the lab rescues at the shelter where I volunteer.”
Reading his heart had always been one of her talents. “I’d love to, but Dean’s wife won’t be happy if bring in another dog for the winter, especially since they already have two.”
Christmas Tree at Winter Lights in Manteo“Well…” She winked. “I’ve got plenty of room for a man and his dog.”
An unexpected Christmas, he’d never imagined. Jake smiled, leaned close and tasted her full lips, falling back in time like he’d never left.
Merry Christmas!
December 22, 2015
Sand and Sin – A Seaside Heat Romance
My sexy SEAL story, the second in the Seaside Heat Romance series, Sand and Sin releases today! Check out the giveaway link at the end of the post.
The heart has a mission of its own…
Wounded in more ways than one, Navy SEAL Jax Taylor only understands short-term commitments. And when he walks into the Trident Bar in Virginia Beach, beautiful bartender Peri Halstead sizes him up right away. But that doesn’t stop her from teasing him with her sultry sarcasm, or taking him home—after she finds him passed out cold in the parking lot…
Soon enough, Jax is recovering at Peri’s in return for doing some handyman work, and the sexy sparks are flying—in almost every room in the house. Peri tells herself she deserves some fun, especially now that she’s a single mom with a cheating ex to deal with. But when it’s time for her and Jax to go their separate ways, the miles between them—and the danger that’s about to touch both their lives—has them wondering if Jax can learn to love more than the mission…
Excerpt:
Jax climbed from the rental car. Stiff from the transatlantic trip, he limped a few steps but righted his gait before opening the heavy oak door. In his bar experiences, such an entrance usually led to a man cave.
Inside, darkness enveloped him, matching his mood. Pain meds and exhaustion made him irritable. He was still pissed about not being allowed to rejoin his team, and doubly so because TJ had a training op circumventing their party. So much for buddy reunions.
Behind the bar, a tall, lean beauty glanced up from the beer taps. The gnawing ache in his leg disappeared under scrutiny of wide, sea green eyes. Long, wavy hair surrounded her shoulders like a lion’s mane. His fingers itched to tangle in the strands.
Other more intimate visions flitted through his mind. Months without a woman made him a sick bastard. Probably in stark contrast to the public’s standard perception of a SEAL, but they didn’t know or understand a Special Operator’s life. What they did for love of country and their brothers in arms. For him, the best antidote after a gruesome mission was down-and-gritty sex.
Before he readjusted his sour expression, she stepped in front of him.
Her lovely gaze branded him with I got your number, sailor.
****
Peri Halstead approached her newest patron as he saddled up on a bar chair.
His steely-eyed glint hinted at danger. Most of the Trident’s patrons did. “Wow, I’ve only seen one other man stride into this place with a more pissed-off expression than yours.”
“Your ex?” Mr. Dark Blues matched her sarcasm.
She liked him already. The small scar on his chin kept him from appearing too pretty. “Insightful. Let me guess…vodka tonic.”
He narrowed his gaze.
“Martini?” She smiled and tossed her hair over her shoulder. “You’re too GQ for domestic beer. Heineken?”
He tightened his jaw.
She must have struck a nerve with the pretty boy comment. “Whiskey on the rocks?”
Raising a brow, he lifted his chin.
Such swagger. She slid a cocktail napkin on the bar in front of him. “You gotta be a Jack man.”
He grinned, revealing near perfect teeth.
Delighted at winning their little game, she winked and stepped away to fetch his drink. Usually, she went for the rugged variety of handsome, but his straight nose with slightly elevated bridge was sexy as hell. She poured him a double shot over ice and returned, planting it in front of him.
“My buddy, TJ, said y’all have the biggest and best cheeseburgers.”
“You’re Jax?”
“Damn, a psychic bartender? Guessed my brand and my name.” He winked.
Eyes as dark blue as a stormy ocean. Lord, she needed to keep her distance with this one. “Wish I was. I’d have more money in the bank. Actually, I’ve seen the picture he carries of you guys partying after BUD/S graduation. TJ talks about you often. Are you here for training?”
“Currently in a holding pattern.” With a roll of his shoulders, he scowled and thumped his glass down.
Not linebacker thick, he was more like a running back—built for speed. “They call you GQ.” A Texan not rugged enough to be branded Cowboy and too handsome for Tex.
He sipped his drink, then cleared his throat. “Did TJ share my birthday, too?”
“No. Just a story about you chasing some bad guys through the streets of a South American country in your birthday suit.” Peri grinned.
“Touché.” He held up his glass and shotgunned the remainder of his whiskey.
Usually immune to her bar patrons, she was blindsided with a lust she’d lidded since her daughter was born. “Where’s TJ? Shouldn’t your buddy be showing you the hot spots?”
“Jumping out of a C-130.” He fiddled with his napkin.
“So, you just returned stateside today?”
He checked his expensive, matte-black, multi-function watch that would have marked him special-ops without their previous conversation. “About two hours ago.”
“Long mission?”
“Months.” He glanced around the bar, then to her.
“It’s early. You still have time to remedy your just-back virgin status.” She smirked.
His gaze burned into her like a blue flame. “Is that an offer?”
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December 20, 2015
Weekend Writing Warriors – A Christmas Flash Fiction
This is the final installment of the Christmas short I’m sharing on Weekend Writing Warriors.
Christmas time and at the end of his military service, Jake Reagan returns from deployment to an empty apartment. Single again with his lease up, he plans on wintering on the Outer Banks of North Carolina with his brother and work as a duck hunting guide. His first night there, he runs into an old flame at the hotel bar while waiting for the annual Ducks Unlimited auction to begin. This excerpts ends the story. If you want to read the entire story, click here.
She laid a hand on his arm. “Tell you what, I’ll loan you one of my shotguns, if you adopt one of the lab rescues at the shelter where I volunteer.”
Reading his heart had always been one of Sammy’s talents. “I’d love to, but Dean’s wife won’t be happy if bring in another dog for the winter especially since they already have two.”
“Well…” She winked. “I’ve got plenty of room for a man and his dog.”
An unexpected Christmas, he’d never imagined. Jake smiled, leaned close and tasted her full lips, falling back in time like he’d never left.
Merry Christmas!
For more fun at Virginia Beach and the Outer Banks, Sand and Sin releases on December 22.
Jax is a SEAL all about the mission, but a sexy bar owner has enough saucy wit to drive him off course.
December 17, 2015
A Kiss Beneath the Mistletoe
Today I’m hosting Jenna Jaxson’s hero from her Christmas novella, A Kiss Beneath the Mistletoe.
Pleased to meet you, Mr Isley. Will you introduce yourself to readers?
My name is Alexander Charles Isley, only son and heir to Sir Henry and Lady Isley. Until lately I lived in London, as most gentlemen of good name do. At the beginning of December I was summoned home to attend a birthday party for one of our family friends. Her name is Miss Jenny Crowley and we’ve known each other since we were children. Our parents are great friends and Jenny, that is, Miss Crowley, was my sister’s best friend.
Sounds like fun. What do you believe is your most attractive feature? Physically, I would say my smile. *he smiles a lopsided grin* It never fails to annoy Miss Crowley. My best inner feature is protectiveness. I am protective to a fault. I’ve told Jenny…Miss Crowley, that is, that I meant to keep her safe from making a terrible mistake, and I’ll take drastic measures if I have to, to do it.
Such the gentleman. How do you stay fit? When I’m in London I box at Jackson’s, of course. I also train at fencing, although it is mainly for the exercise. No one defends themselves that way anymore, although it’s nice to be able to do so, should the need arise. When I’m in the country I ride a great deal and walk as well.
I always enjoyed horseback riding. If you could change one thing in your life, what would it be? I think I would not have gone to university. It was stimulating, as one might expect, but I feel perhaps the money could have been better spent on the estate and training me to run it.
They say it makes one more cultured but I find it makes some snobby. **smiles** But not you! What do you consider your most comfy article of clothing? My blue silk damasked banyan, sort of a dressing gown. It is the perfect garment for relaxing either at night or in the morning before breakfast.
What’s your method of travel and is said mode special to you. Well, it depends on where I’m going. Around the estate I use either a horse or carriage, although usually my horse. In London I can use either, but I prefer the carriage. I’m planning on acquiring a curricle, but recent circumstances may delay that purchase indefinitely. I am quite fond of my horse, Rubicon, or Con for short.
Like that name. So, do you have a hobby? Well, I pursue all the pastimes a fashionable gentleman in London of 1819 ought to. I ride, I shoot, I box, I fence, I gamble (although not to excess), I dance, I go to my club in the evenings. Do I prefer one of these pastimes to another, perhaps I am more fond of boxing than of the others.
Sounds like you’re a well rounded fellow. A favorite place you’d like to travel. I would love to travel to the Continent, to Italy, for a honeymoon perhaps, although I am not looking to get leg-shackled any time soon. I am not quite four and twenty yet.
Leg-shackled…LOL! A favorite piece of clothing to remove from your lover? That is rather an impertinent question. However, I can envision unpinning the jeweled hairnet from…a certain lady’s hair, very slowly, watching and waiting as her hair droops lower and lower until it finally cascades about her shoulders in a riot of chestnut curls.
Sorry, we’ve become a bit presumptuous in the last century. Hope my next question isn’t too personal. Do you rely on your physical prowess or your intelligence to attract a lover? I suspect I wish the answer was the latter, but in truth I fear it is the former. Women can so easily become victims of unscrupulous men and in my day and time need a strong man to defend them. Such strength would be therefore attractive to women in distress. Knowing how to use both weapons and my hands for defense, I do rely on those things to attract ladies more often than intelligence.
Is there a specific type of woman that attracts you? Does your current lover meet the criteria? I would have told you that a petite figure with blond hair and sky blue eyes were the most attractive of features. However, upon further reflection, a tall, curvaceous shape with long chestnut curls and bright blue eyes seems most attractive to me. I do not have a “lover” at the present time, although I will confess that Miss Crowley is possessed of an exquisite pair of blue eyes, long shining chestnut curls, and luscious red lips. I would not refuse the chance to “run the mistletoe” with her.
Well that pretty much sums it up Mr. Isley. Thank you for patience and answer such personal question. My author knows best. In fact she left an excerpt for your readers. I hope you enjoy.
Excerpt:
“Aunt Arabella, what is this running the mistletoe Lady Celinda told me about? I’ve not heard of it before.”
“Well, that is a bit of a story.” Her aunt laughed and linked arms with her. “It’s a particular custom in Marbury’s family. His mother is German and when she married, she brought a lot of those customs to England. That’s why we celebrate Christmas with a Christmas tree.”
“I’d wondered about that,” Jenny said with a smile. “Mama thought it very odd when she first heard of it.”
“Many people do, although Queen Charlotte had one for many years.”
“Yes, I’d heard that as well. And we are to decorate it this afternoon, aunt?” It sounded like a fun time. “And the Snapdragon? We will have that as well, won’t we?”
“Of course.” Aunt Arabella stopped to look around. “This way,” she called to the larger party following behind them and pointed to several large evergreen trees on her left.
“But what is running the mistletoe?” Jenny had almost forgotten about that mysterious event.
Aunt Arabella laughed, a ringing sound in the crisp air. “You know what mistletoe is?”
Jenny nodded. She’d seen sprigs of it hung over the doorway at home at Christmas and caught her parents kissing under it a time or two.
“Well, when we come to cut greenery for the house, we also find a ball of mistletoe to take back as well.” Her eyes twinkled. “Be careful going through the doorways for the next couple of weeks, Jenny. You don’t know who you’ll meet coming the opposite way. I suspect you’ll end up collecting a lot of little white berries.”
“What do you mean, aunt?” Collecting berries? How odd.
“For each kiss, the gentleman cuts off one of the berries and gives it to the young lady he kissed.”
Jenny’s cheeks heated despite the nipping cold, and her aunt laughed.
“But since the ball we find out here is high off the ground, we do something different in the woods. The story goes that several generations ago, in the Dowager Viscountess’s family, an earlier Viscount Marbury arrived with letters of introduction from England. According to family history, he was out in the woods with a large party, searching for a Christmas tree to cut down. He spied some mistletoe high in a tree, directly above a pretty young lady of the family. He gave a great shout and began to chase her. She screamed and ran, but he caught her underneath the mistletoe and kissed her hand.” Aunt Arabella smiled. “Marbury’s family has continued this tradition, although it’s changed a bit from that original run. Now the participants line up and the young men dare the ladies to run underneath the mistletoe. They give them a five count start and if they can catch them by the time they reach the mistletoe ball, they can claim a kiss.” Her aunt grinned and whispered, “That’s how I met Marbury.”
“Really, Aunt?” Jenny’s heart beat a little faster. Would she fall in love with someone who caught her under the mistletoe?
A Kiss Beneath the Mistletoe is available at
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AUTHOR INFORMATION
Jenna Jaxon is a multi-published author of historical and contemporary romance. She has been reading and writing historical romance since she was a teenager. A romantic herself, she has always loved a dark side to the genre, a twist, suspense, a surprise. She tries to incorporate all of these elements into her own stories. She lives in Virginia with her family and a small menagerie of pets. When not reading or writing, she indulges her passion for the theatre, working with local theatres as a director. She often feels she is directing her characters on their own private stage.
Jenna is a PAN member of Romance Writers of America as well as President of Chesapeake Romance Writers, her local chapter of RWA.
She has equated her writing to an addiction to chocolate because once she starts she just can’t stop.
Find Jenna Jaxon online:
BLOG: https://jennajaxon.wordpress.com/
TWITTER: https://twitter.com/Jenna_Jaxon
FACEBOOK: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Jenna-Jaxon/146857578723570
December 15, 2015
Romance Weekly Advent Treasure Hunt
Check out today’s Romance Weekly host, historical author, Collette Cameron, on Keeping, Tossing, and Making New Christmas Traditions and Santa Basset Fred’s clue for the day .
Happy Holidays! Or at least, we here at Romance Writers’ Weekly hope that they are. But we know what it’s like to be moms, dads, daughters, sons, workers… you name it, we have it covered. It doesn’t matter which hat you’re wearing, December can be the most stressful and busiest time of the year.
So we’ve decided to have some fun in among all the chaos. From December 2nd we’ll be posting once a day about Holiday traditions, songs, stories and movies, to remind ourselves of how much fun it can be. To make it sweeter still, we are going to have a treasure hunt buried in each post, giving you a chance to collect all the clues and a chance to win a $100 Amazon Gift Card . Plus there will be daily prizes to win, so make sure to read each blog!
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What are we waiting for… let’s have some fun!
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December 9 – Susan Scott Shelley
December 15 – Collette Cameron
December 22 – Victoria Barbour
December 25 – Round Up & How to Enter
