Thursday, January 5, 2012

New Year Memory Free Book Winner is


Husband selected her post and she has been sent a copy of Circles Interlocked.


And thanks to all who dropped in a posted.

And today I'm a guest

on One Writer's Journey - I invited Penny over to guest blog on Pages of Romance and she invited me over to her wonderful blog -

I'm giving away a copy of my latest contemporary romance - Circles Interlocked - if you guess my favourite number. I'll give you a clue - it's less than 50.

Hope you can spare a moment and drop over.

Tuesday, January 3, 2012

That Midnight Moment

As a child I remember not understanding about New Year's Eve. It was some mysterious adult thing. Like most things seem to be when you're 5. My parents would get all dressed up. The babysitter would arrive and my parents went out. That's all there was to it.

I went to bed and woke up the next day to grumpy, sleep deprived, not- feeling-so-well (aka – hungover) parents. I went out to play in the snow. The first day of the new year seemed to be pretty much like the last day of the old year. Didn't see what all the fuss was about.

When I got old enough to not have a babysitter, I learned about staying up late, making Jiffy Pop and the ball in Times Square. Didn't know where Times Square was. It was some cold place where somebody pushed a button, a bright shiny ball fell, everyone counted down then yelled Happy New Year and kissed somebody. Yuck! Still didn't see what all the hype was about.

Then high school came along and I became the babysitter. Sat on the couch, drank a pop (soda if you're American) ate chips and waited for the ball to drop. At least now, I knew where Times Square was. The big moment would arrive, I'd salute the air with my drink and that was that. Didn't actually want to kiss the family pet – ugh – dog breath. At least I was beginning to get a feel for what the excitement was about.

University! Went to one out of town. Every year - went home for holidays. Friends went home. Boyfriend went home – 5 1/2 hrs away. New Year's Eve - on couch - with family. Ball drops. Hug Mom. Hug Dad. Watch lovers kiss in New York. Someday I'm going to get this night figured out.

Present day – married. Various New Year's Eves spent alone with husband (kiss kiss giggle giggle). Or with family and husband. Got that kiss. Or with friends and husband. Still got that kiss. At last, I get it. The joy of the moment – celebrating the future with the one you love.

As I write this, it is 8:25 pm New Year's Eve and it's going to be one of those evenings where it is "home alone with husband". You're probably smiling wondering what mischief we'll get into at midnight. I'll be blowing a kiss across the room if he's still awake.

Oh no! Is the romance gone?

Naw – he has the world's worst head cold and is sneezing and blowing his nose every five minutes – I timed it. I love him, but I sure don't want that cold!
Oh well maybe next year.

If you're looking for a little romance – Circles Interlocked is my latest and I'm offering a free copy to one lucky poster. For a chance to win – leave your name and email and I'll ask husband to pick a random entry. If he's over his cold.

Circles Interlocked – available at Amazon and Smashwords.

Scorned and angry, Julie Anderson slapped Robert Holiday ending their love affair that is until they woke up in bed together.

Also – for more chances to win the grand prize – go to each of the 65 blogs and comment and that will give you 65 spectacular chances to win! Good luck.

Tuesday, December 27, 2011

Circles Interlocked

My latest - Circles Interlocked is now up on a promo site

greats ite for authors to get free publicity and for readers to find books.

Friday, December 16, 2011

Welcome to the last weekend before Christmas blog

You must be pretty well organized and ready if you're calmly sitting here reading all the blogs in this blog hop. Isn't it amazing how every year Christmas sneaks up and surprises us? It's not like we don't know what day it's going to be on.

My family isn't religious, but we celebrate the joys of the season. Christmas to us is a time for family and friends and showing each other how much we love them. My mother and I bake and cook, and the family wolfs everything down. That's love.
'Cause sometimes the edges of the cookies get a little burnt. Or the turkey might be a little dry. The family doesn't complain – they eat. They know the cookies were baked with love and consider the burnt edge just a bit of extra love. They also know that if they complain about the turkey being dry – they'll just get handed the job next year. Amazing what a little bit extra gravy can cover up.

The best cooking trauma happened last Christmas. I bought a jar of special cranberry sauce. A couple of weeks before Christmas I put it in the fridge to chill. Christmas dinner is on the table everything looks and smells great. Turkey is carved and isn't dry. Mash potatoes are all fluffy. Gravy doesn't have burned bits in it. Rolls and butter, salad, veggies - everything is ready. As everyone sits at the expanded dining room table, mother and I do the last minute check. And, as always, we forgot the cranberry sauce. I think it's become a tradition to forget the cranberry sauce.
I got the bowl and spoon, grabbed the jar out of the fridge and spooned it into the bowl. Something wasn't right? It didn't look or smell right. When I bought the jar, the expiry date was way past Christmas, so I wasn't worried. I checked the jar then burst out laughing. Mom came to see what the problem was.
I know gremlins exist because they do this to me all the time. Let's retrace the events – I went to store. I purchased a jar of cranberry sauce. I brought it home. I put it in fridge. And sometime after that the gremlins got to it and switched it grape jelly! My father doesn't like grape jelly in the first place and I very much doubted he wanted it on his Christmas turkey.
So for this year, I have purchased another jar of cranberry sauce and I have shown it to people to check that it is STILL cranberry sauce. My mother has purchased a jar and so has my daughter. I said I'll have to get a 50 lb bird just so we can eat all the cranberry sauce!
Have you ever had a funny Christmas trauma?
To win a copy of my latest contemporary romance – Circles Interlocked – you'll have to guess what my favourite Christmas carol is. (you'll have to leave an email so I can contact you.)