Bookish & Sexy Collection from Melinda De Ross

Welcome to Living the Dream! I’m about to take a three-week hiatus, but before I go, I wanted to leave you with something to consider. Lately, life has been too serious. People have lost the ability to laugh at themselves. What has happened to our sense of humor? 

The  Bookish & Sexy Collection is a compilation of chick-lit/romantic-comedy stories featuring sexy bookish women, who don’t realize how appealing they are…

*The books can be read in any order. Find out more at 

Here is a quick look at each book.Enjoy!



Within twenty-four hours, Kendra Kensington’s life changes drastically. She lands a million dollar contract for her latest novel, now on the road to becoming a movie, catches her boyfriend in bed with another woman, and decides to move across the country from Chicago to California. But the City of Angels harbors more demons than she had imagined.When she meets Blake Tyler, the famous movie star she’s secretly crushed on for years, she thinks her attempt to rebuild her life may just be on the right track. However, the past and the present seem to be conspiring against her and happiness may be harder to achieve than she thinks.Buy from



Just when Angelina Jameson thinks she has the perfect way to kickstart her career, her hopes go up in flames. When she steps into her boss’s office ready to pitch him a satire article about ‘Billionaires, BDSM and Blah-blah-blah’, she discovers that another man has taken the reins of Unabridged—the literary magazine she works for. A man she knows all too well.Looking for a change to clear the mess in his life, Blade Spencer accepts the job as editor-in-chief of Unabridged, not knowing Angelina, the woman who broke his heart, works there. Given their new circumstances, maintaining a professional distance is essential, but controlling his feelings proves to be a challenge.Amidst humor and melodrama the reunion unfolds, taking the reader on a wild ride. Will Blade and Angelina be able to deal with the past, or will the emotions simmering under the surface set them both on fire?Buy from



Camilla Jackson is an ordinary young woman with an extraordinary knack for attracting disaster. When she is fired from her job as a secretary at a law firm, she realizes she has no idea what she wants to do next. Every job she does land ends up tragi-comically.
But when she meets the drop-dead-gorgeous journalist, Carter Evans, her life seems to brighten. Until she discovers that he hides some very deep and painful scars.
It remains to be seen if she will be able to help him heal and, in the process, find her own path in life. That is, if she manages to overcome her accident prone nature, which gets her into serious trouble…
THE JOB BLOWER is a lighthearted, laugh-out-loud Romantic Comedy, the kind of book that you will keep in your bookshelf and reread to brighten your days and spice up your nights.Buy from



Thirty-three-year-old librarian Andrea Sachse doesn’t have the time or skills to date. No man can ever live up to her dreamy book boyfriends, so why bother? But with her parents looking more desperate each time she shows up solo for their annual Christmas party, this year she’s determined to find herself a boyfriend by any means—fair or foul.Buy from

Author bio:

Melinda De Ross

Melinda De Ross is the first Romanian to become a USA Today bestselling author. A prolific writer, she weaves humorous romance and tension-filled thrillers with the same enthusiasm. Her books combine the elegance of European literature with the modern appeal of American culture. While she’s a law graduate and professional target shooter, she prefers to spend her days spinning tales for her readers. In her downtime, she’d rather read or watch a classic story than go to a noisy club. She loves to hear from readers, so if you have a question or want to learn more about her books, visit her website:


Tuesday Tales From the Word GREASY.

Welcome to this week’s Tuesday Tales. I hope 2019 is treating you well. I won’t be around again until February 12th when I’ll return to The Price of Courage.

For today, I post one last time fro His Christmas Family. This week’s word is GREASY.


Diana shrugged. “I was going to try and find Dr. Everson. Mom says she takes in strays and I figured I was a stray. She went looking for Muffin’s brothers and sisters so they wouldn’t be cold, so I thought she would take me, too.”

Lee swallowed. It was a good fifty miles to Magda’s from here, and in this weather, the child wouldn’t have stood a chance.

“You are most definitely not a stray, Diana, and there’s nothing you could do that would make your mother not want you. That goes for me, too. Now, let’s get you back to her. I think she’s worried enough for one night.

Shifting into drive, Lee negotiated the fie-minute drive to the house in ten minutes, thanks to the road conditions. While the drive wasn’t an easy one, he was pleased to see he hadn’t lost his skills. He pulled up in front of the front door. He’d just turned off the truck when the door opened, and coatless, Laurie burst outside.

“Alfred, did you find her? Please tell me you found her.”

“It’s me, Laurie, and yes, I found her. She needs a bath and bed, but she’s safe.”

He opened the door and Diana climbed out. Laurie ran to her, heedless of the facet she had no coat or boots and the blizzard raged around her.

“I was so worried,” she said, enveloping her daughter in her arms.

Tears welled in Diana’s eyes again. “I’m sorry, Mommy.”

“Let’s get you both inside,” lee said, emotions filling his throat. “In case you haven’t noticed we’re having a blizzard. Are Sean and Kirstine back yet?”

“No, but Sean called and they should be here soon,” she answered, awkwardly picking up her daughter with her right arm.

Lee nodded and left her to it, knowing she needed to feel the child against her—hadn’t he done the same thing?

He followed them up the stairs closing the door behind them.

“I think you and your clothes need a bath,” she said good-naturedly. Your hair is all greasy, and I don’t think it’s because you didn’t wash it today.”

Diana laughed. “It’s ‘cause I was cuddling with Amber. She’s having her baby, Mommy, and Uncle Lee will take me to see it in the morning.”

Laurie paled, no doubt realizing that the child hadn’t just been in the stable, she’d been in the stall.

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Tuesday Tales: From the Word Bracelet.

Good morning and welcome to this week’s edition of Tuesday Tales, the weekly blog post where I share scenes from my current work in progress with you, the reader, based on a word or picture prompt. This week’s word is BRACELET, and I’m continuing with His Christmas Family.

Cover by Melinda De Ross


Lee stared at the tableau before him—the woman he’d fallen in love with, holding his niece whose words had probably shattered her soul.

Torn, he sat on the opposite side and reached for Greta when what he wanted was to pull Laurie into his arms.

Greta turned to him, lifting her arms to put them around his neck, the thread bracelet she and Diana had made earlier in the evening, still on her wrist.

“Now, sweetie, you have to stop crying and tell me what happened.” He ran his hand down her quivering back.

Still shaking with tears, she hiccupped twice and tried to pull herself together.

“I wanted to slide down the banister like I did at home, only this one is bigger and higher. I asked Diana to do it with me, but she was ascared, so we got pillows and piled them up. Zack seen us and he wanted a ride, too.”

Lee winced at the bad grammar, but knew this wasn’t the time to correct it.

“What happened next?”

“Diana thought we needed another cushion because he was littler than us, but he bounced really high and smashed your pot.” She started crying again.

“Shh, sweetheart. I’m not mad about the pot. Now, when did Diana run away and why?”

She said her daddy was right and she’d done a bad thing because she was a bad kid. Nobody would want a bad kid, not even you.”

Lee swallowed. What he wouldn’t give for the opportunity to wrap his hands around Frank Wilson’s throat.

“Did she say where she was going?”

Every minute the child wandered alone in the dark and cold increased the danger.

“No.” She sniffled, but then sat up. “She did say she was going to say goodbye to Amber.”

“Who’s Amber?” Laurie asked, sounding both hopeful and devastated.

“She’s a horse, Sonia’s pregnant mare.”

“Then Diana went to the stable? Would she be able to find her way in the dark?”

He nodded. “Yeah, the path’s lit at night.” He turned to Greta. “Thank you for telling the truth and helping us. Now, I want you to be a good girl and go to sleep. I’ll go and get Diana, and she’ll be right there in her bed when you wake up tomorrow.”

“You promise?” her eyes begged. “”Cross my heart,” he vowed, praying fate wouldn’t prove him a liar.

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Insecure Writer’s Support Group Post: Hello 2019

Welcome to my first IWSG blog post of 2019.

Today’s question is
What are your favorite and least favorite questions people ask you about your writing?

The favorite question is easy. It’s the one that goes something like, “Wow, that’s awesome. You must be thrilled.”

The answer is yes, I am, but maybe thrilled isn’t exactly the right word. Surprised, stunned, awed,might be better, but I would have to add disappointed too. If you want to know more about the disappointment, you can check out this interview.

The question I hate is usually a two-part one. It starts with “Wow, I’ll bet you’re raking the money in hand over fist. How much did you make last year?”

Not only is this question rude, it really is no one’s business but my own. Unfortunately, politeness dictates that i answer something. “Not a lot, but more than I would’ve made if I hadn’t taken the chance and written at all.” When they hear the number, the second part of the question comes out. “OMG! You do all that work for next to nothing? Why bother?”

They don’t get it. They just don’t get it. Not ten minutes earlier, they’ve asked for a free book, but don’t realize that every “free” book costs me money! But, when it comes right down to it, it doesn’t matter how little I make, it’s the dream of someday making the bestseller list and my passion for writing that keeps me going. It’s no different than the person who keeps running marathons. Deep inside, they know they won’t win, but if they can do a little better than last time … If I wanted to get rich, I would probably have better luck buying lottery tickets since my odds of hitting in big in a world with millions of authors trying to do the same, isn’t that much better than winning the lottery. But I do it for the stories screaming inside my head to be written and shared. I do it for the “OMG! I loved your book.” I do it for the love of writing.

Read other answers here:

Susanne Matthews

Here is a recent interview about the ups and downs I’ve faced since I began writing.

Kris Wampler

Murder&Mistletoe.jpgSusanne Matthews has had negative experiences with traditional publishers, but has learned valuable lessons along the way. She shares them here in this detailed interview.

1. Tell me briefly about your latest book – what is it about and what motivated you to write it?

My most recent release is Murder & Mistletoe. It’s a Christmas-themed romantic suspense set today, that deals with reuniting two branches of a family separated after the American Civil War—the rich Kaynes of Georgia and the middle-class Kaynes of Northern New York. Not everyone in the family is happy with the idea of sharing their current riches, as well as missing pirate treasure hidden somewhere in the house. One member of the family determines to get rid of the newest Kayne while another falls in love with her and vows to keep her safe despite the attempts on her life.

I decided to write the story…

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Tuesday Tales: Happy New Year

New TT imageHappy New Year! Welcome to the first Tuesday Tale of 2019. Hard to believe another year has come and gone so quickly. For many, 2018 was a hard one, filled with the aftermath of one disaster after another. May 2019 be kinder, not only to the people of Earth, but to the planet itself.

I’m posting a bit early this week since I will be going out shortly. As is fitting, this week’s word is YEAR. I’m going to finish off the next three posts with more from His Christmas Family, before it goes into secrecy until I know whether or not it’s found a home.  Here is today’s post.

When Laurie opened the door to the girls’ room, the sound of muffled tears greeted her. It had been a tough year for all of them until Lee had come into their lives. The girls hadn’t meant any harm. They’d only been after a little fun, and her little empath had to be devastated by this. She and Zack were especially close.

“It’s okay, Diana,” she said softly, approaching the bed with only the light from the open door to guide her. “Mommy isn’t angry. Zack is fine, and I’m sure you won’t do that again.”

Instead of calming, the tears grew louder, but once they did, she recognized that the one weeping wasn’t Diana.

“Greta, there, there, sweetie,” she said, sitting on the first bed intent on soothing the child. “Uncle Lee isn’t mad at you. He claims he didn’t even like that silly old pot,” although she seriously doubted that. Who could possibly hate an original Ming vase?

She reached for the girl and pulled her into her arms as the dam broke, moving from sobs to wails. The child was probably missing her mother, especially now that she was upset.

“I know you miss your mom, but she’ll be back on Sunday. Now, settle down, before you make yourself sick.”

The child nodded, but the tears didn’t seem to ease. With the noise she was making, poor thing, it was amazing that Diana wasn’t awake and crying, too. That was what usually happened.

Cold filled her at the thought.

Still holding Greta in her arms, she turned toward the other bed and reached out a hand. Instead of touching a shoulder shrouded in blankets and flannel, she felt the soft body of one of Diana’s teddy bears.

“Diana?” she squeaked as fear gripped her.

“She runned away,” Greta wailed louder than before and pushed out of her arms.

Laurie blinked twice before the air whooshed out of her as if she’d been gut-punched.

“Wh … what did you say?” she asked, her voice coming from what seemed to be a million miles away.

“Diana runned away,” the child repeated, her voice clogged with tears. It was my fault.” She hiccuped. “I wanted to slide down the banister, and…” Her tears started in earnest again.

Laurie’s heart pounded and her breath came in gasps as the words sunk in. A keening cry started deep inside her and filled the room.

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Tuesday Tales: Merry Christmas and a tease from the word CHRISTMAS


Four of my grandchildren, the inspiration for Laurie’s children in His Christmas Family,  join me this morning in wishing you all the merriest of Christmases. From our home to yours, may this day with family be one of the best ever.

New TT imageWelcome to Tuesday Tales on this special Tuesday. Each week, a group of authors share a scene from their work in progress with you, based on a picture or word prompt. This week, our prompt is the word Christmas. I’ve learned a lot from the wonderful writers in this group and hope you’ve enjoyed their posts as much as I have. I’ll presenting you with another scene from His Christmas Family which I hope will be available next year.

His Christmas FamilyLee stepped out of the stable.

“Good morning! How’s everyone today? Ready to go sledding?”

“Yes!” the children cried loudly, the youngest two bouncing up and down and dancing around.

“I love sledding almost as much as skiing, but what’s the other surprise?” Greta asked, getting right to the point.

“I thought you might like to help me pick out our Christmas tree.”

“A real tree?” Diana asked, her eyes wide. The child had been wanting a real tree to decorate for years. The artificial one they had was on its last leg and would have to be replaced.

“Yes, sweetie,” Lee said. “A real tree—two actually. We’ll cut them down before we go sledding, and Alfred, and Sean will have them all set up and ready for us to decorate when we get back, although we’ll have to fit lunch in between. Your mother brought over her decorations and I have some that used to belong to my parents. Mrs. Forbes said something about popcorn chains and cookie ornaments, too. While we’re in the bush, we can collect pine cones. She has a book full of different ways to make ornaments out of them.”

“Not Mrs. Forbes,” Zack piped up. “She’s Aunt Kirstine now.”

Lee laughed. “Yes, she is. And Aunt Kirstine has glitter and spray paint for you to use. She and Sean have made a space for you at the back of the garage. If these ornaments are as lovely as those you made yesterday, then we will definitely have the most beautiful trees in town.”

Her children stood in a row mouths agape. Frank had never been a fan of Christmas since his accident had happened only days after it. He’d allowed them to have a tree, but it had been sparsely decorated with only a few store bought ornaments. He refused to let it stay up for more than a couple of days. He hadn’t had a tree nor presents at his place the only year the children had visited him at Christmas.

“Daddy never let us have a real tree and he said we couldn’t decorate the one we did have,” Fiona added. “According to him, a real tree was a messy, waste of money and homemade ornaments were garbage.”

Shock flashed across his face, quickly hidden.

“Well, beauty is in the eye of the beholder, but I prefer handmade ornaments.”

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