Twelve Brides of Christmas – Mystery of the Claddagh Rings

On the fifth day of Christmas brides, it’s all about the rings. Please welcome Kallie Lane.

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Blurb:

Worried about her family, Fiona returns home to find her mother in danger when the Claddagh rings resurface along with the hit men searching for them. Approached by an FBI agent who offers to protect her in exchange for the rings, she must decide—trust a mysterious stranger who is not all he seems. Or go it alone and lose everything…maybe even her life.

Under pressure to retrieve the rings, Agent O’Shea is willing to do whatever it takes to get the job done, even if it means putting Fiona in the crossfire. He never imagines her strength and spirit will touch his heart, leaving him with a choice—give in to his desire for her or ignore the danger she’s in to clear his father’s name.

As they join forces to beat the odds, will he be able to keep her safe…or will he surrender to the legacy of the Claddagh rings and let her go?

I loved writing this short story. Fiona’s celebrity mother attracts danger like a moth to a flame. Her former indiscretion has far reaching consequences, plunging Fiona headfirst into danger…and straight into the arms of Special Agent Ryan O’Shea. Fiona’s loyalty is divided between her mother and Ryan. Ryan’s allegiance wavers between Fiona and the case he must solve. The Claddagh rings hold the secret to millions intended to fund a terrorist organization—a treasure the old guard IRA is willing to kill to possess. Now it’s up to Ryan to protect Fiona while keeping his eye on the prize.

A digital copy of this book will be given away on December 24th. Please leave a comment on this site along with your email address for a chance to win!

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About the Author:
Kallie Lane writes suspenseful romantic fiction with a touch of humor to lighten the dark moments. She understands the rough edges of alpha males and loves to write about them, helping them find the women who complete them in every way that matters. She excels at hard hitting action and complex relationships that end with the heroine and hero building a life together.
Kallie loves to write stories with realistic characters, intricate plots, and happy endings. With her Shadow Soldier series, she has had the pleasure of meeting many military men who fit the bill. And while she loves doing extensive research, many of the locations and perils in her stories stem from personal experience. The isolated cottage in Dark Abandon is her own, her boating disasters serving as inspiration for her heroine’s. Her recent release, Reckless Abandon, takes place at a rodeo where she spent much of her time. She was thrilled when the novel was rated Best Book by Long and Short Reviews.

Kallie lives in Canada, was born and raised there, and loves winter in the cool blue North. Ever the optimist, she claims a hot toddy by the fire can work wonders after dragging oneself through snowdrifts and -45C degree temperatures. The perfect setting for hatching romantic suspense novels.

To learn more about Kallie, just click on the link to visit her WEBSITE or follow her on FACEBOOK and TWITTER.

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Tuesday This-n-That

Jim Hunt Coffee ForecastThis is sort of like Monday on a Tuesday. shiftyeyes There’s a break today from the Christmas Brides so this is my weekend update and stuff like that there. First off, in case y’all aren’t on Facebook or missed the announcement, Harlequin is doing a Goodreads Giveway for COWGIRLS DON’T CRY. You can go HERE to sign up!

MOON SHOT is back from the editors and will be headed to formatting soon. I’m still hoping for a release later this week.

Ilona Andrews (a husband and wife writing team) are going to kill me. I’ve stayed up too many nights in a row reading the dang Kate Daniels series. The good news is, if/when I finish the last book in the series–at least until the next three contracted ones come out–I’ll have met my 200 book Goodreads Challenge for this year. I’ve read more than that because of rereads but they don’t count. *shrug*

I baked over the weekend. Many, MANY cookies plus turtle/pretzel candy. I still have to make rolls for the family and neighbors. I still have a box of Christmas cards sitting on the kitchen table unopened. They may be late. I did get the Christmas wreath, garland, and stocking up on the fireplace. And the centerpiece for the dining room table. The cactus tree is still in the closet. Maybe today.

I need a nap so maybe not today. Today is not the day to run out of coffee. Just sayin’. What have y’all been up to? I feel like I’ve been living under a rock. 😦

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Twelve Brides for Christmas – Till the World is Safe for Dreams

Today, on the Third Day of Christmas, we welcome Fleeta Cunningham! And look! There’s a chance for a free book so keep reading…

perf5.000x8.000.inddThank you so much for hosting me today for the “12 Brides of Christmas” Author Spotlight! My book, “Till the World is Safe for Dreams” is the third stanza of the Twelve Days of Christmas which includes three French hens—and a World War II bride. It’s a sweet story set in the turbulent days of 1942.

For a chance to win a FREE e-copy of “Till the World is Safe for Dreams” comment below with your memory of a Christmas when things just didn’t work out the way you planned. I will be choosing one random comment by 6:00 p.m. Central Time tomorrow, so leave a comment! Thanks again for stopping by, and please leave your comments.

Here’s a little about the story:

Till the World is Safe for Dreams: Blurb

A lot of dreams were put on hold when bombs hit Pearl Harbor, including Kay and Jeremy’s wedding plans. Now he’s half a world away, injured, and Kay is hiding her worry about his wounds from her meddlesome grandmother and aunts who disregard the realities of war and are determined to plan a fairytale wedding. Kay is carrying on, spending her days in a war plant, forging bonds with other women who worry and wait. The she hears—Jeremy’s injuries are serious, life threatening. Will he come back? If he does, will he be the same? Will the world ever be safe for dreams?

Excerpt:

Kay thought of Jeremy, halfway around the world, hurt–who knew how badly–and knew if he were sent home, it would be for something serious. Of course, she wanted him home. Yes, she’d been certain of becoming his wife for two and a half years. And once, an age ago, in a different life, she’d dreamed of coming down the aisle of the family church shimmering in white silk, trailing orange blossoms and tulle. But everybody was making sacrifices, putting personal plans on hold, until the world was again safe for dreams. She wouldn’t ask for more than that–that the world was at peace, and everyone’s special person was home. Her wedding, and the future she and Jeremy had envisioned, would wait. It had to. “Miss Mary Katherine Abbott?” “Yes, this is she. Who’s calling, please?” “Peters, Nolan Peters. I met you at your grandmother’s party.” “I remember you.” Kay’s heart beat triple time, her throat tight, as she waited to hear the reason for his call. “Sorry to call so late. Your Jeremy is up against it. The leg has developed a nasty infection, and so far the medicine isn’t doing the job. His fever is raging, and he’s in a damnable amount of pain. The situation is critical. No way to say this to make it easier. There’s a good chance the boy is going to lose that leg. It may come down to the leg or his life.” The rest of his message came with a rush. “Better if you hear it from me instead of V-mail. The next forty-eight hours will tell the doctors what they’re dealing with. And I’ll make sure you know, as soon as there’s news.”

Buy Links for TILL THE WORLD IS SAFE FOR DREAMS

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QUESTION
In “Till the World is Safe for Dreams”, you often mention rationing and the shortages the folks at home faced during World War II. How did families manage Christmas with so many staples of holiday cooking rationed?

During the war, everyone faced hard times with ingenuity and ‘make-do’ determination. Women with small children were hard pressed to create a holiday meal for their families. And finding a way for Santa to bring presents to the children was no easy task. Newspaper columns, like the one Kay’s mother writes in the story, offered special recipes, making use of every substitute, so some flavor of the holidays was maintained. Sugar was scarce and so was coffee. But honey and molasses were available so many cake and candy recipes used them to replace sugar. Most homes had a small “Victory Garden”, often converted from a flowerbed to a vegetable patch, and home canning kept meals healthy and colorful. Though meat was rationed, chicken wasn’t, and many a festive meal featured a baked hen as the main course. On Christmas Eve, not many stockings were filled with candy, but an orange was a special treat. Many a little girl was thrilled to have a rag doll, created from the odds and ends from her mother’s scrap bag. Fortunate was the boy who received a homemade set of bow and arrows constructed in Grandpa’s garage.

If you really want to try living on the rations of 1942, here’s a typical week’s provisions for one adult (children would be apportioned half as much):
Weekly ration for 1 adult
• Bacon & Ham 4 oz
• Meat to the value of 1 shilling and sixpence (around about 1/2 lb minced beef)
• Butter 2 oz
• Cheese 2 oz
• Margarine 4 oz
• Cooking fat 4 oz
• Milk 3 pints
• Sugar 8 oz
• Preserves 1 lb every 2 months
• Tea 2 oz
• Eggs 1 fresh egg per week
• Sweets/Candy 12 oz every 4 weeks

You might want to try the cake Kay’s aunt created for Christmas; here’s the recipe.
Sugarless, Eggless Cake
3/4 c. molasses
1/4 c. oil
1 1/4 c. flour
*1 c. corn flour
1 c. milk
4 tsp. baking powder
2 tsp. cinnamon
1/4 tsp. cloves
1 c. raisins
*Grind corn meal until it is fine as flour.
Beat molasses and oil. Add flours and milk, baking powder, cinnamon, salt, and cloves, stirring just until smooth. Add raisins. Pour into loaf pan. Bake at 350 degrees for 60 minutes.

Christmas didn’t work out quite the way Kay and her family expected. Maybe you had one that had an unexpected twist, too. Tell us about it and you might win a copy of “Till the World is Safe for Dreams”. Look forward to hearing from you.

Fleeta Cunningham author photoAuthor BIO
A fifth generation Texan, Fleeta Cunningham has lived in a number of small Texas towns. Drawing on all of them, she created Santa Rita and its inhabitants. After a career as a law librarian for a major Texas law firm, writing a monthly column for a professional newsletter and other legal publications, she returned to her home in Central Texas to write full time. Along the way, she and her mother had a successful wedding design business, numbering celebrity weddings and ‘unique’ events in their twenty-five years of partnership. Fleeta has been writing in one form or another since the age of eight. When she isn’t writing, she teaches creative writing classes, serves as the wedding coordinator for her church and keeps house for her feline roommates. Her other musings can be found at AUTHORS BY MOONLIGHT or her WEBSITE . She loves to hear from readers. The Santa Rita Series includes DON’T CALL ME DARLIN’, BLACK RAIN RISING, ELOPEMENT FOR ONE, HALF PAST MOURNING, and CRY AGAINST THE WIND. The first book in her new series Confronting Destiny, BAL MASQUE, was released earlier this year. Her story “Help Wanted: WIFE” was named Book of the Month by Long and Short Reviews.

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Twelve Brides of Christmas – Late for the Wedding

Please welcome our Day 2 Bride’s author, Barbara Edwards talking about her sweet romance, LATE FOR THE WEDDING!

LateForTheWedding_w9253_750Stranded by the storm, she needs his help or she’ll be late for the wedding. She promised to make the wedding perfect, but fate steps in with a less than perfect man.

During the last Nor’easter, we were cut off for six days by the snow. It gave me the idea for Late for the Wedding.

Blurb: Heather Green will do anything to make her twin’s wedding perfect. Despite an impending nor’easter, she sets out with the wedding dress, cake, favors and cake topper in her car. As the snow piles up, her car is wrecked and she barely misses injury in a major accident.Nicholas Burnes would rather be ensconced with his latest cuddle than drive a tow truck, but his brother needs his help. He reluctantly agrees to help Heather find a way to the wedding locale, but when the storm closes the roads, he ends up offering her shelter in his penthouse.Warm and rested at last, Nick and Heather explore their powerful attraction to each other, only to part when he delivers her, on time, to her sister’s wedding. But weddings breed weddings…

Excerpt:
She strained to see past the broken windshield. Her throat hurt when she swallowed. Other vehicles lay tangled in a mess, not just the truck and her car. She prayed another car wouldn’t hit her again and inhaled to calm her racing pulse. She finally got the seatbelt lock to release, forced her door open and stood. Her knees shook and she had to hang onto the sagging door for support. She stared around. Headlights glittered like monster eyes. Her vehicle was at the edge of a horrendous multi-car pile-up.

Sirens wailed like lost children. Blinding red and blue lights flashed everywhere as emergency personnel rushed by. Her hands shook as she dragged on her cashmere coat. Time squeezed and expanded like an accordion being played. A fireman asked if she was okay and ran on at her nod.

She brushed moisture from her face and realized she was crying. She pillowed her head on her arm, the roof supporting her as she wept.

“Hey, lady, you okay?” A gentle hand gripped her shoulder.

This time the questioner stopped to listen.

She looked up into scorching blue eyes so bright they could have been a propane flame. Her skin warmed and her pulse leaped as if it recognized the message in them. They promised heat and comfort and strength like the hand on her shoulder. He’d pulled his knit hat down over his forehead and his lower face was covered with dark stubble that matched his thick black eyelashes. His hands were splotched with grease and he smelled like oil and fuel fumes. His quilted jacket was stained and patched, his boots wet and cracked, but he exuded strength and caring.

She swallowed. Her mouth was suddenly dry. Another fixer-upper, like her ex, she briefly thought, although with those gorgeous eyes he might be worth the trouble.

Want to buy LATE FOR THE WEDDING? Click on a link! AMAZON | WILD ROSE PRESS for any format.

BarbaraEdwardsPhotoWant to know more about Barbara?

I’m Barbara Edwards and a native New Englander. I’m a graduate of the University of Hartford with a Master’s degree in Public Administration. I write poetry for myself and novels when I need to tell a longer tale. I’m fascinated by the past so naturally turned to writing historical romance. The dark paranormal stories evolve from nightmares. The romance comes from my belief in people’s basic goodness and longing for love.

I lived in Florida for several years and am past president of the Central Florida Romance Writers and a member of Romance Writers of America. When I returned to Connecticut, I founded the Charter Oak Romance Writers, a Chapter of Romance Writers of America, along with several close friends. My husband is a retired Police Sergeant. We share an interest Civil War re-enacting and travel the Eastern states to participate in events. I love visiting museums, galleries and battle sites, gathering information for my stories. I taught Romance Writing at Manchester Community college for three years. I’m fond of gardening and growing antique roses with limited success. Most of my exercise is when my Belgian Shepherd, Dixie, demands a walk.

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Twelve Brides of Christmas – Big On Christmas

Please welcome Jan Romes who is leading off with Day 1 of our Christmas Bride countdown!

BigOnChristmas_w9224_750BIG ON CHRISTMAS is a contemporary romance centered in a small town with deep English roots and rich with Christmas tradition. My heroine, Cassie Newman is from L.A. and doesn’t get all the fuss about Christmas.

I’m tickled to be here today as part of the “Twelve Brides of Christmas” author’s spotlight! My part of this incredible series was geared around ‘Partridge in a pear tree’, and is titled Big On Christmas! In the opening scene, Cassie says right from the get-go that she’s NOT a partridge in a pear tree kind of girl. From there, the fun begins.

One of things stressed in the story is the annual Wassail Weekend that in reality takes place the first weekend of December in Woodstock, Vermont. I thought I’d share a wassail recipe in case you’d like to make it for your Christmas get-togethers:

Wassail
2 qts. Apple cider
1 ½ c. orange juice
1 Tbsp. brown sugar
½ tsp. lemon juice
2 cinnamon sticks
Pinch of ground cinnamon
Pinch of ground cloves
Pinch of nutmeg
* For wassail with a kick add brandy or rum

Put all ingredients in a slow cooker & cook it until it boils, then simmer it the rest of the day. It will taste delicious and the house will smell yummy too.

Here’s the blurb from BIG ON CHRISTMAS:

Born to free-spirited, convention-shucking parents, Cassie Newman thirsts for normal. Leaving L.A. with a secret, she finds herself in Woodstock, VT – a town rich with Christmas tradition. She’s not big on Christmas but Woodstock feels like the perfect fit. Landing a job with Stennett’s Hardware, she tried to forget the world she knew, but Luke Stennett’s small-town charm makes her even more aware of the life she never had.

Luke has his hands full with running the store and caring for his dad. He’s attracted to Cassie but he doesn’t have time for a relationship. Things are starting to go right but he harbors a secret of his own that has the potential to turn everything upside down. Once their secrets are revealed, will it kill the chemistry and send Cassie back to L.A.? Or will she fight for her happiness and stay firmly planted in a place big on Christmas?

Want to Buy BIG ON CHRISTMAS?
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100_2800 (640x480) (2)Author Bio: Jan Romes is a hopeless romantic who grew up in northwest Ohio with eight zany siblings. Married to her high school sweetheart for more years than seems possible, she’s also a proud mom, mother-in-law, and grandmother. She likes to read all genres, writes witty contemporary romance, and enjoys gardening and finding new ways to stay fit.

You can visit Jan at: http://www.authorjanromes.com or on Facebook and also on Twitter. Just click and go!

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Friday Free For All – December Version

Still on the media blitz for the Twelve Brides of Christmas. Today, there’s an Author Roast and Toast – with prizes! Click and check it out. All the authors are there in one blog with fun stuffs. Starting tomorrow, I’ll be posting the Twelve Brides blogs for the next 12 days. I think some of the authors are offering prizes so you might want to drop in. *nods*

According to Buzz Feed, these are 51 of the Most Beautiful Lines in Literature. Click to check them out. What do you think? What’s a line you consider to be beautiful?

He wants coffeeAnd to round out the fun stuffs today, some facts about coffee because…COFFEE! Right? RIGHT!

In days gone by, Turkish bridegrooms had to promise that they would always provide their new wives with coffee. ~gomestic.com

This would keep my marriage happy!

A La Trobe University study has fond stressed people who drink five cups of coffee can exhibit signs of hallucination. They study determined that stressed people who had drunk about 200 mg of caffeine during the day were more likely to imagine hearing things.

Is this why writers drink so much coffee? I like those voices in my head. Just sayin’…

For women, caffeine may prevent long-term memory loss. Because caffeine is a psycho-stimulant, older women who drink three or more cups of coffee or tea a day have less memory loss and cognitive decline than their counterparts who drink less or none. Unfortunately, caffeine consumption doesn’t seem to have any preventative effect against dementia. ~ecosalon.com/20-surprising-facts-about-coffee

Yippee!!! 😀 And…bummer. 😦

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Sneaky Universe

universeThe Universe IS sneaky because it’s Thrusday. Already. And I’m not ready for it to be Friday or the weekend. With only two weeks left before Christmas. Can we pretend December is just another month? No? In that case, the Universe needs to give me all the help it can because I need some magic in my life!

Accidents, coincidences, and serendipities, Silver, are the disguises I use to sneak magic and miracles into your life without arousing suspicion that the game is rigged, the dragons are fake, and you’re about to hit the biggest “home run” of your life.

Now, please don’t ruin this for anyone –
The Universe
Thoughts become things… choose the good ones!®
© http://www.tut.com ®

I’d say it’s time to get ready to write your book and plan the world tour, Silver. And please remember to give a smidge of credit to these NOTES when you’re on Oprah, Ellen, or… The Discovery Channel. Well…

Uhm…yeah. Right. Me on any of those shows? Not hardly. But the first part? I definitely need to write the next book! What about y’all? Who needs magic? *looks around for Ariel to steal some faerie dust* Have a great Thursday!

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Wednesday Words – Moon Shot and Fire

Don’t forget the Twelve Brides of Christmas Facebook Party tonight. I’ll be hosting from 7:00 to 7:30 EST. That’s 6:30 for us normal peeps in the central time zone. 😉 Stop by and say hi. There’s a Kindle Fire up for grabs plus prizes from all the authors. Also, the 12 Brides books are supposed to be on sale for 99¢ each. That’s a bargain! Go grab them. The stories cover every Wild Rose imprint and romance subgenre so there’s something for everyone! 😀

MoonShot 680It’s Wednesday. Time for words. Over on Kiss of Death’s #1lineWed twitter feed, the theme is Earth, Wind, and Fire. So many possibilities! But…since I’m editing MOON SHOT, here’s some snippets from it–and I’m all about the fire today.

Here’s the opening salvo–quite literally. 😆 Followed by other bits and pieces, all about the fire. 😉

Light.
Blinding. Phosphorescent. Deadly.

Followed immediately by the whistling whoosh of a mortar round. The team’s Zodiac, pulled up on the beach, disintegrated in a flash-bang and a shower of sand.

****

The seven members of SEAL Team Atlantis were sprinting toward the ocean before the explosion rocked the beach, creating a blast hot enough to fuse sand into glass, loud enough to deafen the Tangos on their tail, and bright enough to give them cover.

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Rain fell in silent sheets and low, scudding clouds wreathed the mountains, making the late autumn foliage look like it was on fire. Dark shadows gathered in the valleys spread out across the Cumberland mountain range as Hannah stared out the wide window. Seemed shadows followed them everywhere, no matter what any of them did.

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“Official report says high rate of speed and fog contributed to the accident. Lead car went over the cliff and the rest followed. Lucky thing they landed in a big ol’ rock slide. Kaboom. Lots of fire but none of it touched the surrounding forest. Nothing worth recovering left of the cars, and very little left of the bodies.” ~DJ Collier-Fontaine

And finally, a little glimpse of what Mac feels for Hannah:

That was the invitation Mac wanted. His mouth seduced hers. Slow. Easy. Patient. Even though he wanted to take her hard, he didn’t. The needy fire burning inside him would consume Hannah. He didn’t want to extinguish those flames with something hot and quick. He wanted to fan them into scorching life.

Still hoping this will be out before Christmas! I’m working my little brain to the max. What about y’all? Any words from your WIPs or reading to share?

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Tuesday Treats – Peanut Butter, Chocolate, and Cream Cheese

Don’t forget I’m taking part in a Santa Baby blog on Donna Cumming’s site. Here’s the LINK. A bunch of different characters are sitting in Santa’s lap and telling the jolly old elf what they want for Christmas. Want to know what’s on the top of Abhean’s Christmas list? Check it out while you are making these yummy (and easy!) cookies. They are going on my To-Bake list for this year!

PB and CC Cream cheese cookiesPeanut Butter & Chocolate Chip Cream Cheese Cookies

Ingredients
1 can seamless crescent rolls (or pinch together seams on a regular can)
8 oz cream cheese, room temperature
1/3 cup sugar
2 tsp vanilla
¾ cup mixed peanut butter and chocolate chips

Directions:
Beat sugar, cream cheese and vanilla together until smooth and creamy
Unroll the crescent roll sheet onto lightly floured surface. Stretch out the dough then trim the edges to give it a rectangular shape (A pizza cutter works well.)
Spread the cream cheese mixture over the top of the crescents, leaving a 1/2 inch gap at the edges
Sprinkle chips on cream cheese and press lightly into dough
Roll the crescent sheet up tightly and wrap in cling wrap
Place in freezer for at least 2 hours

Once chilled, line a cookie sheet with parchment paper (prevents sticking)
Slice the roll into 1/4″ slices (They won’t keep the precise round shape)
Bake at 350* for 12-14 minutes until golden brown

You know I’m going to add nuts to this, right? And maybe substitute white chocolate chips or caramel chips/bits (for the peanut butter because of allergies). The possibilities are endless! I’m all about the easy baking this year!

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Monday Funday

You know when I said I wasn’t going to talk about college football anymore? Yeah…that was before Saturday. Because…uhm…Oklahoma State BEAT OU. We’re all a little gobsmacked around here because OSU hasn’t exactly had a stellar season, and while OU was supposed to be in the top four, they faltered because of injuries, but they still pulled out some big games. Not Saturday. It was…AWESOMESAUCE!!!

MoonShot 680In other news, MOON SHOT is headed to beta readers and my editor. Here’s the fantastic cover Only made for me. It is PERFECT for the story! In MOON SHOT, one story ends and another begins. We get a preview of the men of SEAL Team Atlantis. We get a chance to see the Wolves of Army’s 69th Special SciOps Unit moving on with their lives–after a LOT of excitement. The book will be out before Christmas, though I don’t have an exact date yet. I also haven’t written the back-of-the-book blurb yet either. I suppose I need to do that, huh?

What else is going on? I’m behind on Christmas decorating but I’m taking today to make Sprout’s Christmas stocking. I’m excited about the design. I’ll share pics of it once it’s done and Only gets to see it first. 😉

I really need to start my Christmas baking and Christmas shopping and all that sort of stuff like that there. Yeah. Maybe tomorrow. In the meantime, I’ve got some appearances around the intrawebz coming up.

Tuesday, December 9th: I’m taking part in a Santa Baby blog on Donna Cumming’s blog. Here’s the LINK. A bunch of different characters are sitting in Santa’s lap and telling the jolly old elf what they want for Christmas. Want to know what’s on the top of Abhean’s Christmas list? Check it out tomorrow.

Wednesday, December 10th: 12 Brides of Christmas Facebook Party. 7:00-10:00 p.m. EST. I’ll be there in the 7:30 time slot, sharing with Jan Romes. There will be prizes from all the authors, including a Kindle Fire provided by Wild Rose Press.

Starting on Friday, December 12th, I’ll be hosting some of the authors from the 12 Brides series here on the Wild Side so my regular schedule will be hit or miss through the holidays. On Sunday, December 21st, I’ll be in Author Spotlights for FAERIE FAITH at various blogs.

So that’s what I’ve been up to. What about y’all?

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