Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!

Father Christmas Saint Nick 2016As the big day quickly approaches, I want to take the time to thank everyone who has followed me during this past year, whether here on this blog, or on my Website, Facebook, Twitter, Amazon, Goodreads, All Author, or my new Smashwords account. If you have read one of my books, please consider leaving a review. You can do so at any of the retailers where the book is sold, on my website, or on Goodreads.

It has been a busy year and fans and followers like yourselves make the efforts all worthwhile. Take a few minutes to check out my new Smashwords Interview. In the next few months, I will be moving away from Amazon exclusivity in hopes of attracting more readers. Will it work? We’ll see.

snowbound-snugglesSimon and Schuster has two new bundles out with my work featured in them. Snowbound Snuggles is currently available from all online bookstores. It features my novel, On His watch, along with 5 other full-length novels.

Let it snow, let it snow! It’s time to stoke the fires and pour a glass of cabernet as you join these sexy couples who find love while they’re stranded together.

Cloaked in Christmas: Wulfkin Cacey Varg and her daughter have made a new life in Finland, far from her abusive ex. But as Christmas approaches, Cacey learns he’s coming to take their daughter. A massive snowstorm prevents her from fleeing and instead delivers a sexy stranger, powerful hunter Vincent Lyall, to her doorstep. Is love potent enough to win when two sexy wolf shifters, an unwelcome past, and animalistic urges wreak havoc on the holiday season?

Wynter’s Journey: Tragedy tore Wynter and Sam apart twelve years ago, and now she’s back at his doorstep, widowed, desperately broke, and very pregnant. What’s a nice guy to do but offer her shelter? But living under the same roof quickly leads to old feelings resurfacing, even if Wynter is determined to leave the pain of Scallop Shores behind. Now the one person Sam wanted to forget is the one person he can’t let go.

Edie and the CEO: Edie Rowan is passionate about workers’ rights, but when her protests backfire, championing the little guy gets her in trouble with sexy CEO Everett Kirk. He sends her to attend management camp—and even drives her there himself. But when they are forced to seek shelter in a snowstorm, they let down their professional guard, and the sparks start to fly.

Starr Tree Farm: Laura Tanner returns home a year after her husband’s death and reunites with Brad Asher, a wounded vet who has come back to pull his life together. When her husband’s murderer targets Laura, too, can her childhood-playmate-turned-devilish-man unravel the secret before it’s too late?

On His Watch: Special Agent Jason Spark is enjoying some welcome peace and quiet when he’s summoned to a 911 call and steps into a horrifying bloodbath. Survivor Nikki Hart believes Jason might be the angel sent to protect her, and willingly goes into hiding with him in a mountain cabin far from civilization. But when she learns about the secret role he played in her tragedy, can she ever forgive him?

As If You Never Left Me: Rey and Joely Birch had what they thought was a perfect marriage … until it fell apart. Joely picked up the pieces and built a successful retail business. Now Rey is back on the doorstep of her mountain cabin, determined to win her heart again. But will his carefully laid plans disintegrate when she finds out what really brought him to Colorado?

Sensuality Level: Sensual

Come January, a second bundle, currently available for pre-order, called Lost and Found, will feature 8 great novels including my In Plain Sight.

Lost and Found cover.Risking their bruised hearts for a second chance at love is a dangerous prospect for these widows and widowers, but risk definitely has its rewards…

The Election Connection: War widow Lily Ashton’s heart is closed to love, so she’s the perfect choice to play fiancée to help secure a re-election for her pal, Congressman Ford Richardson. But as they work together, their not-quite engagement starts to feel much more real than either is ready to admit.

Luc: Widow and erotic romance author Liz Anderson moved home to the small town of Angel Bay to heal her broken heart. She’s so not ready when friends set her up with a single father ten years her junior. But this hot young chef is igniting her long-dormant desire. Too bad the last thing Luc Rossi’s life has room for is romance. Or can they cook up something that might last a lifetime?

Her Faux Fiancé: Hotshot lawyer Erik Sigurdson breezes into town determined to survive a two-week family reunion. He makes his ex, widowed combat photographer Analise Thordarson, an irresistible offer: pretend to be his fiancée and he’ll pay off her grandfather’s debts. But when their fake engagement is complicated by a very real pregnancy, they must sort out just who is using whom and if this sham relationship could lead to a real future.

Drawn to Jonah: New York-trained artist Quinn Baker is back home in Scallop Shores to reconnect with her family and figure out what to do with her life. Then handyman Jonah Goodwin asks an intriguing favor: teach him to read. Illiteracy has kept widower Jonah from forging friendships and building a career his daughter could be proud of, and hiding his secret has always been a full-time job. Yet something about Quinn inspires trust—but can she show him that he, too, is deserving of love?

Wildflower Redemption: Luz Wilkinson returns to tiny Rose Creek, Texas, to lick her wounds and toughen her resolve against love’s sting. She wants nothing more than to spend her days caring for discarded animals. But will Aaron Estes, her riding student’s widower dad, spur her to try again?

Breaking the Rules: A forbidden love affair in the past has led middle school principal Hope Robinson to restart her career in Harbor Bay, Florida, where this time she’s determined to play by the rules. But when a broken foot sends her to the clinic and Dr. Colin Calaway, sparks fly. Widowed Colin is ready to give love another shot, but he’s the father of one of her students. Is happily ever after worth the risk?

All About Charming Alice: Quirky Alice Treemont has given up hope of finding love in rural Blake’s Folly, Nevada, where she spends her time rescuing unwanted dogs and protecting snakes. That is, until dashing and well-to-do author Jace Constant comes to town to research his new book. Opposites indeed attract, and soon the whole town is determined to make a love match.

In Plain Sight: Widow Misty Starr has fled her past to settle in Pine Falls, New York, where she feels safe enough to sing in an amateur theater revival of Jesus Christ Superstar. Then dashing Nick Anthony joins the cast and stirs up feelings she thought long dead. The doctors say there’s nothing wrong with his vision, yet the former concert pianist and secret CIA courier has been blind since the accident that killed his wife. As Misty and Nick’s attraction grows, so, too, does a series of suspicious events. Nick holds the key to protect them, but only if they both drop their secrets to see the truth.

Sensuality Level: Sensual

This book is available for pre-order from all online bookstores.

As well, after a successful Kindle Scout campaign, which unfortunately did not result in a contract, Wedding Bell Blues is available for pre-order at the price of 99 cents, USD.  The price will go up after January 15, 2018 when the book is available at several different retailers and in paperback. Get your copy now and save!

WBB final coverRomance, mermaids, cursed treasure, and more.
MJ’s having a bad year. She’s canceled her wedding, but refuses to give up the honeymoon. When she arrives on Paradise Island, she discovers her ex has changed the reservation. Stranded, she has to rely on her first love, a man who sees her as his kid sister, for help. When Paul discovers the man behind her plight is the bully who made his own teen years hell, he gets MJ to agree to pretend to be his fiancée. Reluctantly, she agrees. Add in mermaids, treasure hunters, and Quimbois magic, and anything can happen—even falling in love.

Finally, this holiday season marks the start of a new venture for me. Come January, I will be publishing a monthly newsletter.You can join the mailing list by adding your contact information in the comment section here or by messaging me on Facebook. Each month, I will update you on the status of my published books and current w.i.p. To sweeten the pot, everyone who signs up for the newsletter before December 31, 2017, will receive a free digital copy of  my Christmas novella, Come Home For Christmas.  Each month the newsletter will contain an opportunity to give feedback on ideas I’m considering and the chance to win an electronic copy of one of my indie published books. Sign up today for your chance to win.

May you all be blessed this season and in the coming year. Health and happiness to all.


Tuesday tale: The finale of Where There’s a Will…

Badge for TT - very small (1)Christmas Eve is finally here, and while I look forward to tomorrow, I’ll miss the excitement and anticipation tonight will being.

Today’s post marks the last instalment of my Christmas story written just for you. If you missedd parts one and two, you can find them by looking at yesterday’s post.

is (2)Without further ado, let me invite you to read the ending of Where There’s a Will…

“I was sorry to hear about the accident,” he said as the limo moved along the busy Victoria street where houses shouted out their joy this Christmas. “I know how much being able to dance meant to you.”

“Thanks. Sometimes I think this is all a bad dream and like Clara I’ll wake up and it’ll just be a memory, but…”

“When life gives you lemons, you can either let it get you down or make lemonade and get on with it. You’ve never struck me as someone who’d give up easily.”

“If I were, I would never have made it. I’ll never be able to dance again, but I’ve got the memories and enough money to support myself for the rest of my life. I’m just not sure what I’m going to do with that life.”

“Coming home was the right decision,” he said. “Could you teach?”

“Ballet? I suppose I could, but I’m not quite ready for that yet.”

Their eyes met, and she could have sworn her heart stopped beating.

“You know, I’m a little disappointed about tonight,” he said, reaching out to take her empty hand, surprising her by the quick change of topic.

She cocked her head questioningly.

“I was really looking forward to carrying you out kicking and screaming.”

Brandi burst out laughing, the tension seeping out of her. “You wouldn’t have.”

“Maybe not,” he said and winked, “but we’ll never know.” He held onto her hand.

Chrysler Hall (2)Within minutes, the limo pulled to a stop in front of the country club beautifully decorated for the occasion. There had to be several hundred lights wrapped around the pillers, pine trees and other trees and shrubs, and artificial snow gave it a wintery look.

“Wow! The club certainly knows how to put on the Ritz, doesn’t it?”

“Blame your sister. She’s the one who arranges the décor. This is her baby, as is the charity Valentine’s Day dance she hosts each year. Last year, Jane’s silent auction raised over thirty thousand dollars for the BC Children’s Hospital at this event alone. I happen to know that one item tonight has already sold for twenty-five grand.”

“You’re not serious?”

“I am. The purchaser paid the money this afternoon on the proviso the item would not be put on public display. He didn’t want to chance losing it.”

“Wow. That must’ve been some … what was it?”

“A poster.”


isShe knew what that poster was. She’d signed and provided it herself. It was the one from her first ballet as the lead. Swan Lake, five years ago. Who on earth would pay twenty-five thousand dollars for a poster?

“Yup. Your sister is certainly dedicated. Wait until you see inside.”

“Without that hospital, my niece, Hope, would never have survived,” Brandi said. “Jane takes her fundraising responsibilities seriously.”

“Are you ready to face the lions?” he asked.

“As ready as I’ll ever be.”

“Don’t worry. I don’t plan to leave your side.”

“You don’t have to do that,” she said. “I’m sure you have friends here. I’ll be fine.”

“Don’t have to do it, but I want to do it.” He rang the doorbell before she could comment.

“You’re here and dressed for the occasion,” Jane said, when Jarrett escorted her into the club’s main room, all decked out for the festive season. “I almost expected you to back out.”

“I came close, but I figured you wouldn’t let me, and as I’ve learned on the way over, he would’ve dragged me here as you’d requested.”

“No,” he wouldn’t have,” Jane laughed, “but I’m sure he’d have tried to persuade you to attend. Now, come on over here and say hello to everyone.”

Brandi followed her sister into the room, leaning on Jarrett for support even though she clutched her cane in her left hand.

“You look wonderful, darling,” her dad said, kissing her. “How’s the house?”

“It’s great. You did a wonderful job.”

“Not me. Jarrett did all the work.”

“You didn’t say anything,” she said turning to look up at him, noticing the slight flush on his face.

“It wasn’t very much really—mainly redoing the bathroom and putting in sturdier staircases and railings.”

“Well, I appreciate it. I’m more solid on my feet right now, but when I’m tired and my back aches, I feel like I’ve danced all night.”

“Brandi,” her mother pushed forward. “Let me look at you.” She frowned. “You’re still too thin.”

“Mom, you saw me just last week. I can’t gain weight that quickly…”

“I know, but you’re even smaller than you were when you danced.” Her mother’s face turned a deep red. “I’m so sorry…”

“Mom, it’s okay. I used to be a prima ballerina. Now, I’m not. I’ve accepted that. You have to accept it too. We can’t keep dancing around the elephant in the room.”

“I know, sweetheart, but I didn’t want to be the one to bring it up.”

“Then let’s not talk about it anymore.”

Swallowing her pain, Brandi moved from relative to relative, friend to friend, shaking hands, answering nosy questions, and accepting their commiserations, until she was ready to scream.

“You look like you can use a break,” Jarrett said. “Santa’s on his way in, and while he visits with the children, let’s grab some air.”

“You’re a lifesaver,” she said wholeheartedly.

is (1)He led her down the hall to the back of the clubhouse and into the empty dining room that opened onto the terrace, a fairyland of lights and automated Christmas figurines. She stopped in front of the glass doors.
“Oh, this is beautiful.”

“Not as beautiful as you are,” Jarrett said. “I snuck this in here before I rescued you.” He pointed to the champagne bottle and two glasses sitting on the table closest to the French doors. He poured wine into two flutes, handed her one and with the bottle in his hand, offered her his other arm. “We’ve got about an hour before everyone piles in here to eat. Come outside. It’s even more magical there.”

Opening the doors, he led her to a rattan sofa and wrapped a blanket around her shoulders.

“I suppose they keep blankets out here for the guests?”

“Of course they do,” he deadpanned, making her giggle.

“You’re like a Boy Scout, always prepared.”

“You don’t know the half of it,” he said. “Look up.”

She raised her glance and saw the tiny clump of mistletoe he held high above her head.

“Merry Christmas, Brandi.” He bent his head to kiss her.

His lips were soft and tender and broke through the walls of loneliness she’d hidden behind for longer than she could remember. He slowly pulled away.

“I’ve been waiting more than ten years to do this,” he said quietly.

“But you never said anything.”

“What was I going to say? What could I have said? You were destined for great things and my place was here, but I knew you’d come home one day and I’d be waiting. You’ve always been my girl, even if you didn’t know it. The only thing that stopped me from coming to Toronto after the accident was Jane. She said I had to let you heal. I did, but I can’t stay quiet any longer. We’re on the verge of a new year, and I want you to be part of my life from now on. I won’t rush you, I just want you to let me in.”

Tears filled her eyes. “Consider yourself admitted,” she said smiling. Leaning forward, she kissed him. In the background Tchaikovsky’s familiar music played.

“If your parents named you after the song the first kissed to, does that mean we have to name our daughter, Sugarplum?”

She giggled. “No, but Clara isn’t so bad. Merry Christmas, Jarrett.”

He bent his head and kissed her once more.


The End

Well, that’s it for me. Now, please drop by and visit all the Tuesday Tales for the remaining stories written just for you. 

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Tuesday Tales, Part 2, Where There’s a Will…

Badge for TT - very small (1)Yesterday, I published part 1 of this Christmas story. If you missed it, you can read it here. Part 1 Where There’s a Will…

Now, I’d like to invite you to read Part Two.

Two hours later, wearing a floor-length, chocolate-brown silk gown,dress that hid the scars crisscrossing her legs as well as the unflattering flat shoes, so like the ballet slippers she’d worn for years, Brandi stood next to the tree staring out the living room window, watching for her private chauffeur to arrive. Glancing at her watch, she saw it was after five.

Great. I’m being stood up by the date I didn’t want in the first place. How perfect is that?

limo.jpgShe was about to call Jane when a black limo pulled up to the curb. The uniformed driver opened the back door and Jarret stepped out. Dressed in a dove gray suit with a charcoal shirt and a Christmas tie, he was as handsome as she remembered.

Moving out of the window, she reached for her coat and clutch, staringcane at her cane before deciding to leave it behind. Without it, after a short period of time her mobility would be limited, and she could use her discomfort as an excuse to bail early.

The doorbell rang.

Opening the door, she smiled. Standing there in all of his plus six foot glory was the one man who could still make her heart do flips. In the five years since the wedding, silver had peppered his dark brown hair, adding rather than detracting from his appearance. He was clean-shaven, the way she preferred her men. In his hand, he held a box.

“I see you’re ready,” Jarett said, stating the obvious, his hazel eyes conveying more warmth than she’d expected. “I’m glad you left your hair down. It reminds me of flowing lava.”

“Aren’t you afraid you’ll get burned?” she teased, fighting not to touch the copper curls cascading over her right shoulder, not sure whether the comment was a compliment or an insult.

“I’m hoping for it,” he answered cryptically. “I thought this might add to your holiday appearance, but you look perfect just the way you are.”

“I’ll bet you say that to all the girls,” she parried, reaching for the corsage of white roses with holly and pine. “It’s beautiful. Thank you. Can you pin it on?” She felt like a teenager going to the prom she’d never been able to attend. By the end of her last year in high school, she’d made the National Ballet and had moved to Toronto.

corsageHe reached for the corsage, pulled out the two beaded straight pins. “I’d forgotten how tiny you are,” he said bending down to attach the flowers to the left shoulder of her dress. “You know, if you’d stuck around ten years ago,” he continued as if he could read her mind, “I would’ve asked you to the prom. Since I couldn’t then, I thought I’d at least bring you the flowers, although I know you’ve been given dozens of roses over the years.”

“Yeah, but those were given to Alexandra Jameson. These are the first ones I’ve received in a very long time,” she answered, a tinge of sadness in her voice. This wasn’t the time to feel sorry for herself. She was over that, but the chances were, regret would come later once she was alone again. “Thank you.”

She didn’t comment on the prom, not because she didn’t want to, but because she was too stunned by his admission to say anything. Other than teasing her, he’d never indicated he’d been interested in her one way or another—of course, her life had been crazy back then. She’d barely had enough time to eat and sleep between school, ballet classes, and rehearsals for the ballet that had been her stepping stone to the top.

“I never understood why you danced under another name,” he said.

“It wasn’t another name; it was my middle name. The executive director thought Brandi was too kitchy for a prima ballerina.”

“I always thought it was cool.”

“You always made fun of it.”

“Maybe,” he admitted, “but it got your attention. I made sure no one else did.”

The realization that no one had ever called her by any other name but her own surprised her. Why had she never noticed?

“Why did your parents call you that?”

She chuckled. “It seemed like a good idea at the time, and given the color of my hair even back then, they thought it was fate. Back in high school, they’d dated a bit before my dad’s father was transferred to England. They kept in touch for a while. Brandi was the song playing when they first kissed and again when they kissed goodbye. When they met again fifteen years later…”

“That’s kind of romantic, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, but when Jane came along four years later, she got a normal name.”

He laughed. “Her name may be normal, but your sister is a force to be reckoned with.”

“Amen to that.”

He took her coat from her and draped it over her shoulders. Before she could stop him, he handed her the cane.

“I wasn’t going to bring it…”

“I know. Jane figured you’d leave it behind as an excuse to cut out early.”

Shaking her head, Brandi sighed. “She knows me too well.”

“Sisters should know one another like that. It shows how much they care.”

He waited as she locked the door, and then tucking her arm in his, he led the way to the limo, and helped settle her into the car’s luxurious interior. It wasn’t the first time she’d travelled in such a vehicle, but it was the first time she’d done it with the man she’d pined over years ago. If he’d asked her to the prom, would she have said yes?

“Thanks for picking me up,” she said, surprised when there was no one else in the vehicle. “Where’s your wife?”

“I’m not married—never have been. The girl I wanted wasn’t available.”

“I can’t believe that blonde from the wedding didn’t get you to put a ring on her finger,” she answered horrified at the peevishness in her tone.

What the hell’s wrong with me?

He guffawed loudly. “You must mean Destiny, my plus one at the wedding. She realized I wasn’t rich enough for her and married a Vancouver plastic surgeon three years ago.”

“I’m sorry,” she said, feeling like a fool.

“Don’t be. I’m not. I consider it a lucky break.” He sat back as the chauffeur poured them each a flute of of champagne—Dom Perignon—nothing but the best.Xmas 6

“Well, this must be costing a pretty penny.” She thanked the driver who’d handed her a glass and sipped.

“Actually, it isn’t. Destiny just didn’t stick around long enough. The limo belongs to the company, although I sprang for the champagne.” He raised his glass in a toast. “Here’s to us, old friend reacquainted at the most wonderful, magical time of the year. Sort of like your parents.”

“History repeating itself?” She sipped her wine again. “So, what is it you do that has a limo on the company payroll?”

“I own a construction company. The limo impresses foreign clients when they come to view my designs.”

“I see.” She wanted to say something witty, but felt as awkward and gauche around him as she had as a teenager. It looked as if her ability to dance wasn’t the only skill she’d lost.

Now, please  drop by and visit  Tuesday Tales  for those with on-going stories. Don’t forget to come back here tomorrow for the final part of Where There’s a Will….


Tuesday Tales: Christmas Story Just For You: Where There’s a Will…

Badge for TT - very small (1)As the song says, “it’s the most wonderful time of the year.” I love the lights that take the edge of the darkest, dreariest days of the year. I love the parties, seeing family, and most important, the faces on the children as they wait for Santa to bring them all their Christmas wishes. I’d like to deny the commercialism associated with the holiday, but that’s simply another example of social evolution. We might decry it, but the reality is we all profit from it in one way or another at this magical time of the year.

Xmas 4This week, in honor of the season, my fellow authors and I are offering you something different. As usual we used a wiord prompt–Christmas–but we chose different ways of giving you a unique holiday gift. In my case, I present, Where There’s a Will…

This Chrsitmas short story will be given in three parts, one section each day for the next three days. Please come back and read it all.

Where There’s a Will… Part One

Brandi pushed a strand of red hair back behind her ear, oblivious to the dirt she’d deposited on her cheek. Sweat trickled down her back and between her breasts, but she felt alive for the first time in months. The warm mid-December sun, so different on Vancouver Island than in Ontario, beat down on her face as she raised it skyward allowing nature to add color to her wan complexion.

reindeer_christmas_decorationsLooking around the front yard, she smiled at the evidence of three hours of hard work. Everyone in the neighborhood was decorating for Christmas, and while she couldn’t climb a ladder and string lights, thanks to a bum leg that would never fully recover, she’d added poinsettias to her iron planters and had strung lights in the pine tree and flanked it with a half-dozen lighted deer, giving the house a festive look. No dreaming of a white Christmas here in Victoria, but she wouldn’t wallow in misery. New city, new home, new life. Where there was a will, there was a way, and by God, she’d played the victim long enough. It had never been her style, and she’d be damned if it would be now. She’d fallen, picked herself up, and dusted herself off. It was time to get back to living, but she’d do it at her own speed, not anyone else’s—and that included her well-meaning sister, Jane.

christmas_angel_decorationStepping inside the house, she admired the lights strung around the living room window and the decorated, table-top tree placed where those outside would see it as they passed by. The angel tree topper had been an extravagant purchase, but she’d loved it. Someday, it would sit atop a full sized-tree, but for now, it reigned gloriously over the miniature pine she’d plant out front as soon as the holiday season was over, a reminder that miracles did happen. Her collection of nutcrackers, a bittersweet reminder of her lost hopes and dreams, stood atop the fireplace mantel, the various soldiers and their multicolored uniforms adding to the room’s festive atmosphere.

She’d just filled the kettle when the familiar strains of “The William Tell Overture” announced her sister’s call. The thought of letting it go to voice mail surfaced briefly, but that would only bring Jane racing across town expecting the worst. Reluctantly, she picked up the phone, dreading the conversation to follow. Jane meant well, but she was so insistent at times it felt more like bullying than a loving sister’s concern. She pressed the call answer button on the fifth ring.

“Hey, Jane, what’s up?”

“What took you so long?” Jane asked, her voice filled with a mixture of suspicion, annoyance, and concern, but Brandi was certain annoyance would win in the end.

“I just came inside. I was decorating outside…”

“What? Are you crazy? You know you’re not supposed to exert yourself…”

Brandi laughed. “Obviously, you’ve never seen one of Adrianne’s sessions.”

“Adrienne is a trained physiotherapist. You, on the other hand…”

“I feel fine.” The white lie slipped off her tongue effortlessly. “I suppose you called about the Christmas party tonight. I’ve thought about it, and decided I can’t make it after all.”

“You just said you were fine,” her sister challenged suspiciously. “You promised you’d come,” Jane continued, playing the hurt card that inevitably got her what she wanted.

“I know you’re trying to do what you think is best,” Brandi said contritely, hating herself for being such a wimp, “but I’m not ready to face strangers.”

“Brandi, for heaven’s sake.” Her sister’s voice was filled with frustration, the hurt momentarily forgotten. “It’s been over a year. At this rate, you’re never going to be ready. There won’t be a single person here tonight you haven’t met before. My God, you performed in front of thousands. There’s no way I’ll let you shovel any bullshit about stage fright. You didn’t die in that accident, and there’s no reason to act as if you did.”

“I’m not comfortable driving the car in the dark yet,” she prevaricated, knowing damn well she had nothing to be afraid of. There would be no freezing rain here to ruin her life.

“Not a problem. Tom’s cousin Jarett is going to pick you up. You’re on his way. You must remember him. He was one of the ushers at our wedding. I think you two actually went to school together.”

If she hadn’t wanted to go before, Brandi was definitely dead-set against it now.

She remembered Jarett all too well—him and the gorgeous blonde who’d clung to him like Velcro at the wedding and had shot invisible daggers at her from behind venom-filled eyes. She also remembered the boy in high school who’d owned her heart, but had ignored her except when he thought to tease her by calling her names—Hey, Scotch; hi, Vodka; looking good, Bourbon; did you finish that math assignment, Gin?—he’d called her by the name of every alcoholic beverage but her own, except at the wedding when they’d danced.

You’ve grown into a beautiful woman, Brandi. His words echoed in her head, but then Yuri had claimed her and the blonde bombshell had whisked him away. Now Yuri was dead as was her career as a ballerina. She could walk, but she’d never dance again. Her last performance had been as the Sugarplum Fairy. She’d never even finished the run—the freezing rain had seen to that.

the-nutcracker-toronto1Svetlana Lunkina and Artists of the Ballet in The Nutcracker. Photo by Bruce Zinger.

“I don’t know. I get nervous in any car and it’s just worse at night…”

“Brandi Alexandra Jameson, I just knew you’d pull a stunt like this, and I won’t let you ruin this party for me.”

Yeah, it’s all about you, Jane. What about what I want?

“It’s three o’clock, now,” her sister continued. “He’ll be there to pick you up at five. I suggest you get your ass in gear. He’s got orders to carry you out kicking and screaming if he has to.”

“You’re not being fair,” Brandi cried.

“Fair has nothing to do with this. It’s for your own good, and Mom and Dad agree, so unless you want to end up here in your pajamas or worse, get dressed.”

She winced as Jane ended the call with a satisfactory slam of the phone, something impossible to do with a cellphone.

Defeated, Brandi sighed. She had two choices: dig in her heels and refuse to budge, although she was certain that wouldn’t stop Jarett who had more muscles in his shoulders than Yuri, her best friend and fellow dancer, had ever had, or give in graciously, and make an appearance. Surely there would be a plant she could hide behind. She’d stay for an hour, two at most, and then get a cab back to the house. It wasn’t a huge rebellion, but it would send a message. Wearily, moving as if she were on the way to her own execution, Brandi climbed the stairs to her room to shower and get dressed.

Well, that’s it for now. Now, please drop by and visit all the Tuesday Tales and don’t forget to come back here tomorrow for Where There’s a Will… Part Two.


Holiday Blog Hop

Hol;iday B;og HopAs Christmas quickly approaches, let me welcome you to Living the Dream and this the third of my Christmas blog hops. To say this year has been memorable is an understatement. I’m actually looking forward to the end of 2014 and hoping 2015 will be bigger and better for everyone.

Now let me be clear. It’s not the Christmas season that has brought me to the end of my rope, but all of the everyday happenings that have raised my stress level to Defcon 1 or anything, but I’ve been hovering around ;plevel 2 all month. Last night, I finally got a chance to relax and participate in one of my favorite Christmas activities. We went to Upper Canada Village for the Alight at Night event.

This year, for my Happy Holiday Blog Hop, I’d like to share the beauty of the experience with you. In Holiday Magic, my Christmas release, Georgia loved everything there was about Christmas. She’d have adored this.


The Church is outlined in white lights with peach colored floodlights making the structure appear magical. If you’re so inclined, you can step inside the structure and sing or listen to professional and amateur singers blend their voices in traditional and a few modern Christmas carols. If the night is chilly, the heat of the sanctuary will warm your numb fingers and toes.

Don’t feIMG_0562el like going inside just yet? You can take a horse wagon ride to admire the lights.  The Woolen mill and the flour mill sit side by side welcoming you into the park. You can get wine and spirits at Cooke’s Tavern, The Harvest Barn or Willard’s’ Hotel. Feeling adventurous? You could take a ride on the Toy Train and explore the grounds, or ride the Ferris Wheel and check out the village from 50 feet above ground.  If you’re like me, you just want to walk around and take in the sights and sounds. Every half hour, the lights sing and dance at Chrysler Hall. There’s the general store and the tavern beside it and of course The Masonic Hall and the farmer’s house too.


Upper Canada Village is a sight to behold. Even the trees are dressed up for the occasions. IMG_0578IMG_0564

Holiday Magic (2)This is just some of the magic of the season

Seeing is believing, or is it?

Georgia Baxter loved everything about Christmas until she walked in on her fiancé in bed with another woman. Wounded and heart sore, she canceled her Christmas Eve fantasy wedding and fled to New York City, leaving everything and everyone, including her twin sister, Eleni, behind.

Three years later, still hurting but knowing it’s time to move on, she agrees to come home to help her sister, despite the fact she’ll be doing so at a time of year she now associates only with pain and betrayal. Discovering she’ll have to work closely with the man who shattered her dreams only makes things harder, especially when her body craves his touch.

Mark Anderson has no memory of his bachelor party other than waking up naked in the wrong woman’s bed. He clings to the hope someday he can convince Georgia to give him a second chance, but until she’s ready to listen, it won’t happen. Discovering she’s coming home to manage Holiday Magic for three months may be his lucky break.

Is there enough magic left in Christmas to help them overcome the past?

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