Monday, December 9, 2013
Sunday, December 8, 2013
There will be a slight delay before it's available for Nook, due to Christmas cards. Need to get them done and in the mail, tomorrow I hope. Just depends on the weather. Right now we can't get down our driveway because it's coated with thick ice from the storm that passed through here a couple days ago. Fort Worth is not supposed to be like this!
How are y'all doing where you live? If you'd like to vent about your nasty weather, I'm ready to listen. If you want to gloat like certain people I know in Florida, where it's in the 80s, well, I guess I can take it. Although I might gnash my teeth a bit. :(
Friday, December 6, 2013
Almost set to go! This boxed set combines all four of my Texas Devlins books. Look for it on Amazon and Barnes & Noble by Monday, Dec. 9th. It’s a steal at just $3.99 through New Years!
Wednesday, November 27, 2013
Friends, I’m taking part in a special holiday event. Coming December 1-January 1: HOLIDAY CHEER and a chance to win a $25 Barnes and Noble gift card, as well as other prizes. Join twenty-nine authors as they talk about their holiday celebrations, share their romance novels and provide a yummy recipe. Find it all on Anna Kathryn Lanier’s blog: http://aklanier.com/annas-blog/.
To be eligible for the $25 gift card and author prizes, just leave a comment on each blog post. Authors will draw names from the comments the day following their post. Anna Kathryn will draw a winner for the $25 gift card on or about Jan. 3, 2014.
Come join the fun for a chance to win!
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Sunday, November 24, 2013
Three days ago my husband and I spent several hours working in our yard, cleaning out garden beds and trimming bushes. Why? Because we’re having family and friends over for Thanksgiving and we want our yard to look nice.
I used to care for the gardens on a regular basis, mainly by myself, but over the past few years my legs have weakened due to a hereditary disorder. Meaning the gardens don’t get much attention and when they do, it’s a big job. Long story short, when we quit work on our project my legs were even more wobbly than usual. I was super careful while showering, but afterward I bumped into the bathroom door and jammed my left big toe under the edge of the door. Oh my, did it hurt!
When I took a step the toe bent slightly and screamed at me, and I realized it was broken at the middle joint. After checking on WebMD I decided not to go to the doctor because there likely wasn’t much to be done for the toe except keep it elevated and use ice to prevent swelling. So here I sit thinking about Thanksgiving, all the things that need doing this week, and I’m not a bit worried because my wonderful husband and kids have promised to do most of the work. I have a lot to be thankful for!
Saturday, November 23, 2013
Author Katharine Ashe has complied a list of Christmas romances from a number of authors. My short story, Christmas Cookies for Tristan is included. Come choose a book to warm your heart and put you in the holiday mood.
Here’s a snippet from : Christmas Cookies for Tristan
Tristan tensed when he saw a striking auburn-haired woman hand her coat to a butler in the penthouse foyer and walk into the crowded living room. He’d never met her, he was certain, yet he felt instantly drawn to her. Despite his avoidance of female companionship over the past two years, his pulse quickened and the chatter of partygoers faded away as he watched her.
She wore a cranberry red dress with tiny cap sleeves that went surprisingly well with her mahogany hair. Smiling brightly, she exchanged air kisses with Johanna Cantrell, their hostess and Tristan’s distant cousin, who had opened up her lavish Park Avenue suite for this early Christmas party. So gracious of her, everyone agreed. Of course they all knew tonight’s party was aimed at garnering backers for the lady’s upcoming mayoral campaign.
The redhead had arrived unescorted. Was she a personal friend of Johanna’s or some high-placed business executive who might be convinced to throw her support behind the candidate? Tristan doubted it was the latter. She didn’t look old enough to fill such a role.
Curious to discover her identity, he edged his way through the crowd and followed the woman down a hall toward the kitchen, admiring the slender curves revealed by her subtly flowing skirt. Members of the catering staff buzzed past like worker bees, carrying empty food trays to be refilled and filled ones back out to the buffet table in the spacious living room, or salon as Cousin Johanna called it.
Pausing in the kitchen’s open doorway, Tristan leaned against the door jam and observed the redhead as she held out a large Christmas tin to a portly, bearded man in a white chef’s uniform.
“Please arrange these cookies on a tray and set them out with the other desserts,” she said in a low, smoky voice reminiscent of actress Kathleen Turner’s.
The man scowled. “Madame, I personally prepare all food for every event I cater, including the desserts.”
“Oh, but I baked these especially for tonight as a gift for Jo . . . I mean Mrs. Cantrell. She told me to bring them back here for you to serve.”
“I doubt that, young woman,” the pompous ass sneered. “That good woman knows I never allow anything prepared by another hand to be served at one of my events.”
“Are you calling me a liar?” The redhead’s voice shook slightly, either with distress or anger.
Having heard enough, Tristan strode to the woman’s side. “There you are. What’s taking so long? I want one of your famous cookies.”
She turned her head and stared at him with eyes as green as the emerald broach pinned to her demurely cut bodice. A light blush bloomed on her cheeks, lending her ivory features a delightful glow. “Do I know you, sir?”
“Not yet, but I’ve heard of you . . . and your cookies.”
Friday, November 22, 2013
Fifty years ago today I was sitting in my high school English class. The teacher had left the door open to the hall and I was sitting up front closest to the doorway. I heard someone, another teacher, out in the hall say the President has been shot. I repeated this to the classroom full of students, and our teacher exclaimed, "Don't say that!" Then she scurried into the hall, returning a few moments later to confirm what I had overheard. I think we were released early from school but can't clearly remember. I spent that weekend glued to our little old black and white TV, along with my parents. We saw Oswald shot and cheered Jack Ruby. We were probably wrong to do that, but like many, we were so overcome with emotion that Ruby seemed like a hero at the time.
Today my husband and I are glued to our 52 inch plasma TV, watching the ceremonies in Dallas, our neighbor city, only 30 miles east of Fort Worth, where we live -- where JFK spent his last night on earth. There was a moment of silence at 12:30 our time and church bells rang out all over Dallas. I cry now, just as I did back then on that mournful day.
Wednesday, November 20, 2013
Monday, November 18, 2013
And . . . she's interviewing me on her lovely blog. Y'all come! Please, please, please!