Southern Life

For those who don't live south of the Mason Dixon Line, you may not fully understand this. Our weather consists of Spring, Summer, Fall, and Winter. However, we delegate winter to the 25th of December and demand it go away by the 25th of March at the latest. Our springs should be long from April to the first of July, leaving the months of July and August to the triple H's.
Ah, you say, what are the triple H's. None other than Hazy, Hot, and Humid. Weather that could make a host of angel's sweat and bring even the most onery non believer into church even if just to enjoy the air conditioning.

Well, the triple H's are here early. 90+ degrees and humidity into the triple digits all this week. Thank goodness I wear a ball cap at work. Ladies, its not going to be a good hair day. Have a great Monday.

Saturday snippet...

I've had a bunch of releases this year. So I thought I'd put up a snippet from the latest release. A short story entitled, Room at the Inn.

"Come sit down," he urged her. Helena moved toward him and paused at the arm of the couch. "I'd like to thank you." She paused and brought her hand to her forehead, grimacing as her fingers touched the swelling on her brow. "I can't remember if you told me your name." "It's James, James Buchanan."
He smiled and relief flowed through her body. "Well, then, thank you, Mr. Buchanan. I'm Helena McCray."
"You're quite welcome, Helena," he told her softly. "Won't you sit down?"
She moved to the couch and lowered her body into the plump cushions. Her eyes grew wide as he leaned close to pull the quilt from the back of the sofa. Again, Helena could smell the comfort of his scent. Her muscles relaxed as his strong hands tucked the blanket around her shoulders.
"Now, off with those boots."
"My boots," she questioned.
"Boots." he nodded.
Her fingers crawled down her calf to find the strap and draw down the zipper. The leather fell away but her feet refused to come free. "Sorry."
"Sit back," he said.
Dumbfounded she watched as he bent down, the flannel of his shirt pulling tight across the well-defined muscles of his back. Then the silk touch of his fingers caressed her foot. Helena sucked in a breath as the boot glided off.
"Their cold as ice," he murmured. His hands quickly purged the leather from her other foot.
She wanted to contradict him because she could feel the heat rushing from her center to all parts of her body, making her heart work rapidly. Her eyes widened as his arms slid beneath her knees and he swept her legs beneath the edges of the quilt.
"Better?"
She swallowed and gave a nod. Reaching across the tray, he handed her a mug of steaming coffee.
"Drink."
She lifted the mug and let the warm dark liquid fill her mouth. Every bit of will disappeared as she swallowed. "Nothing has ever tasted so good," she moaned.
James chuckled and picked up his own drink. Instead of sitting across from her, he took his place, beside her on the other cushion of the couch. "Now, how are you feeling?"
"Other than cold?" she asked, gazing at him over the rising steam from her mug.
"Other than cold," he replied.
"I've a bit of a headache. I was going to ask if you had some antiseptic. I wiped off the blood as best I could in the bathroom."
"I see," he said. "Let's see if we can thaw you out a bit."
He smiled and set his steaming mug back on the tray. "I should have brought it with me." His voice rose as he stood and walked back to the kitchen.
"It's okay. I'm just glad you have coffee." She brought the mug to her lips and took a sip. Her eyes closed as her body absorbed the heat, and she gave a contented sigh. The log in the fireplace crackled as if laughing. Helena turned her gaze on it and sat hypnotized as the flames danced, devouring the wood.
A gust of wind rattled the windowpanes. She stared at the darkened glass and realized how lucky she was to have had this man and his dog find her. She lifted the mug and took another sip.
"I've got a band aid that might work."
She looked up as James crossed the room and sat down.
"Here," he reached over and took her coffee. "Now, let me see."
Helena found it hard to breathe as he leaned close. His sandy blonde hair was brushed away from his face. The edges a bit rough and in need of a good trim. He gaze skimmed along the length of his jaw toward the cleft of his chin. It was then she noted the faint line of a beard and thin mustache that gave him a kingly look. She'd studied costume design in college and the images of Lerner and Lowes Camelot sprang to mind. Yes, he could easily play Lancelot or King Arthur.

To read more or purchase your copy of Room at the Inn, use the links below.

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Morning Mayhem...

I think I need a heroine who works for a living so we can commiserate together. LOL. I've a bit of outside work to do today before I hit the notebook. I've got my Tim McGraw soundtrack ready. :o) It will be a productive day.

Crazy days of summer....

It's hard to believe summer is almost here.

I'm working hard to keep up with my edits and writing new stories. I've been so lucky this year to find two great publishers, Victory Tales Press and Five Star Press. I hope to be having at least two more releases before this year ends.

Prince Charming Wore Spurs is the first in a series of books set in Indigo Springs, Texas. A place where cowboys can be cowboys and girls just adore them. Widower Jason Malone has a five year old daughter that adores fairytales and when her dad drags his feet on finding a new wife, what's a little girl to do but summon the matchmaker. Gillian Malone thinks the sun rises and sets in her new nanny. But Delaney Holmes or her alias Trudy has a secret of her own that could very well threaten her life at Fairy Tail Ranch.

Be My Always 2015 Summer Anthology is filled with five great stories. Random Acts of Kindness takes place in Rebel's Crossroads. It seems the church lady, Muriel Lowe has taken upon herself to play matchmaker for the local librarian. She pays two adorable children to help Jocelyn Lankford and Dan Rodgers find one another. Its a sweet tale just made for summer in your hammock.

I hope you'll take time to read and enjoy a great book. Happy reading until we meet again.