Handbag and Book w guest author Lynn Crain on Bitten by the handbag bug #Brightonhandbag #Christmasgift #readromance

First, thanks to Vicki for having me. I must admit, this was a very intriguing idea when I first saw it. See, I’m a purse whore and I’ll be the first to admit it. This particular model, it’s a Brighton bag called a Kayden Cross Body Satchel. Are you amazed that someone pays attention to the name of their handbag? I was when I was bitten by the handbag bug about 20 years ago. All, with maybe one or two exceptions, are Brighton bags because I felt that the heart motif on every bag was meant for the author in me.
This particular version I received at Christmas from my husband. I love the material, the color and the fact that it can fold up into a small case hidden on the inside. Because of that, it’s a perfect bag for travel making it easy for me to take another smaller Brighton bag.
For me, Brighton bags are a must and I think I have collected about 20 of them throughout the years. I still have my very first bag and pull it out when I want a light-colored bag. It was a simple tote that was the softest leather I’d ever felt. It was also one of the most expensive bags I’d ever had but I found it on sale and to the matching wallet.
See…told you I was a purse whore…hope you enjoyed this little look into my purse habit.


Aingeal Cochran is on a mission to save humanity from itself when suddenly she’s staring head-on at her forgotten past. Lukas Everhard must bring her up to speed regarding the real enemy before allowing himself to love her completely. In learning about her past and mission, Aingeal realizes the best is yet to be and she will do anything to protect those she loves. For Lukas, Aingeal is the mission.
 “You know the rules here. No fighting in the mess hall.”  The object didn’t remove itself from my body.
I whirled furious, jerking my arm away, energy in both hands now and was stopped short by the man who stood before me. I was not a small woman, yet this man dwarfed me.  Slowly, my gaze moved from his chest to his wide shoulders to his face and stopped there. Ice blue eyes stared at me without one bit of emotion attached to the look. He’s one cold cookie. I blinked rapidly almost as if I had been hit in the gut. This man was not going to take my crap in any way, shape or form. While I might be able to fool Darien somewhat as I had learned since I had arrived, I would never be able to fool this one.

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