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There are a thousand and one reasons I could give for being late, but the bottom line is I overslept. It happens. In fact, it’s been happening more often in the last few weeks because I haven’t had the common sense to go to bed on time. Why, you might ask?
The answer is simple. Like Mother nature, I’m running late, trying to catch up on book edits to make a deadline that seems to loom closer every day while “The End” on the book seems farther and farther away.
Here it is, June 13th, and I have yet to turn on the air conditioner. Summer hasn’t arrived.We’re dealing with a late spring in this neck of the woods. My lilacs are in bloom! The patio furniture is covered in fine, yellow pollen, the bane of my existence at the moment as some of you who’ve been following my blogs may remember. We’ve sat out by the fire pit on the few clear nights we’ve had, but we’re wearing heavy sweaters, jeans, and wool socks! The fact that I go camping, in a tent, for ten days and nights, in less than an month, holds nothing but trepidation for me at this moment.
On the plus side, with all the rain and warm but not really hot weather we’ve had, the perennials that survived the winter are thick and lush. The rhubarb is the best it’s ever been, but I want the heat–maybe not incessant days and nights at ninety degrees and more, but heat enough to warm up the pool. My grandkids have been swimming in it for a couple of weeks now, but sixty degrees is way too cold for Grandma. Heck, she can’t even soak her feet in water that temperature.
Spring will inevitable turn to summer on June 21st, and let’s hope Mother Nature turns up the heat. I want to be able to sit outside and relax. Since I’m going to set time aside to read, I look forward to enjoying a few good books while communing with nature.
If you’re looking for a quick read, I can suggest Grand Slam, the baseball novella I’ve written under the name, Misty Matthews.
Seven days under the Louisiana stars with major league catcher Justin Harris left Brittney James broken hearted and pregnant. Ten years later, her son has baseball in his blood and idolizes the last man Britt ever wants to see again. When she reluctantly agrees to take her son to a game, the worst possible thing happens . . . he catches his hero’s grand slam ball. Justin asks for a meet and greet, but Brittney is terrified. How can she face him knowing the secret she’s kept from him all these years?
Justin Harris’s first grand slam is one for the record books, but his biggest shock comes from seeing the woman he loved and lost ten years ago up on the stadium screen. The fact that her son caught the ball gives him an opportunity to renew an old friendship. How will he react when he learns Brittney’s secret?
It’s available on Amazon, Barnes and Nobles, and the Sweet Cravings website,
Sometimes, you have to step out of the box.
Kindergarten teacher, Cleo James, needs a break. For the past three years, she’s put her life on hold to help her father deal with grief, but now she’s ready to move on. A weekend in Vegas at a sci-fi convention may be just the place to start. She’ll be costumed as an alien and no one will recognize her. What could go wrong? Things get complicated when she’s attracted to a conventioneer whom she believes is a gorgeous Chippendale dancer. Can Cleo set her strict moral code aside and enjoy what promises to be a once upon a time weekend?
Multimillionaire real estate developer, Sam Mason has sworn off serious relationships. In Vegas to visit family and friends, he’s talked into attending a sci-fi convention for the night. Dressed as an alien, he’s confident he can elude the usual gold diggers looking to star in the role of Mrs. Sam Mason. When he spots a beautiful woman dressed as a green-skinned slave girl, he’s captivated by her and changes his plans to leave Vegas in the morning. The more time he spends with her, the more he realizes she’s unlike any woman he’s known. Fantastic sex and too much alcohol find him married to his alien siren, but before he can tell her the truth about himself and see if they can make their marriage work, the bride vanishes. Finding her is going to be a challenge.
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