Wednesday, November 25, 2015

Thanksgiving: 5 Things to be Thankful For

So, Thanksgiving is tomorrow. As I sit here pondering the pumpkin pie I'm going to attempt to make from scratch tomorrow morning (cross your fingers! lol), I thought maybe I'd stop and count my blessings.

My PTSD is something that never really goes away. A friend told me she thinks of it as going into remission every once in a while. I haven't had a remission in a while. I'm caught somewhere between high anxiety and hyper awareness to hovering on the edge of depression.

What I've learned to do to counteract all of to stay positive. I stop at the end of every night and thank God for all the things that went right that day. It's such a small thing, but I'm finding it changes my whole outlook.

So, here are 5 things I'm currently thankful for:

1: My husband. We've been married for...( old is the oldest?) ah yes, 19 years. What I love the most about him? He makes me laugh. It's his way of breaking tension, but it makes me forget whatever I was upset about in the first place. And yeah. It means I can't stay mad at this man. lol

2: My boys. They were raised by me and actually turned out to be good people. That amazes me. lol

3: My dogs. We have two. Tiger, the Chihuahua mix, is the "baby." She's a needy little lap dog who has to have someone to sit with. And Misty, the Lab mix, whose the sweetest dog I've ever met. She loves everybody. Well, except the UPS man and that squirrel in the tree in the backyard. lol They take me out of my head.

4: Certain friends who help whenever I ask, even though I'll probably never be able to repay them for what they've done for me. This is very cryptic, I know, but I don't want to put them on the spot. They know who they are. I love you.

5: My writing. Because there was a time when I couldn't, I'm grateful for the desire that still drives me to my computer every day. On the hard days when sales are low or I've gotten another rejection...this is what I remember.

I could probably go on, but I'll stop here. Do you count your blessings? What are you thankful for?

And of course, a very Happy Thanksgiving, from my family to yours.

Friday, November 6, 2015

Book Blast: Traitor's Curse by @BethTrissel #Historical #Romance @GoddessFish #TWRP

by Beth Trissel


Halifax, North Carolina, 1783.

Captain Stuart Monroe returns home from the Revolutionary War to find Thornton Hall threatened by a peacetime foe: debt. He knows the location of a treasure amassed to pay for the capture of Benedict Arnold that would restore his manor to its former glory. The catch, it's hidden in the graveyard, and coveted by old enemies.

Hettie Fairfax inherited the Sight from her Cherokee ancestors, and her otherworldly visitors warn her, and Stuart, away from the buried treasure. Half-dead from fever, she delivers a message: the treasure is cursed. But will he believe a girl half out of her mind with illness? Even when a very real enemy attempts to poison her? Stuart soon wants to marry Hettie, but she fears her "odd ways" will blemish his reputation. The spirits have their own agenda, however, and the battle against darkness tests everything the couple holds dear, including their love for each other.


Stuart clasped her shoulders. She was flesh and blood beneath his grip, yet seemed not of this world. “What did he say?”

“To watch for your coming.”

“How could they possibly anticipate my visit?”

“That has not yet been revealed.”

Her answer baffled him, as did she. “Why did you call me master? Are you a servant?”


He’d doubted she was in anyone’s employ. Her smooth hands, opulent coverlet, and refined manner, all bespoke gentility. And she smelled of violets, a costly scent.

He gazed deeply into those mesmerizing eyes. “Why are you here?”

“I seek the living among the dead.”

A peculiar reply from the haunting stranger. “Who?”

“You. Stuart Monroe.”

Again, the sensation of ants scattering down the nape of his neck. “How did you know I would come?”

“I was told. In a dream.”

She spoke like one in a dream. The cold mist, the woman—an apparition in the fog—seemed unreal. Yet she was no ghost.

“You can foresee events?” A sense of dread possessed him.

“In glimpses. Your father appeared to me.” Her barely perceptible voice faded entirely, and her eyes fluttered, then closed. She swayed against him, any further explanation muffled by his coat.

Stuart held her fast and kept her from sliding to the cold earth. What did his father have to do with this visitation? Was the woman in his arms some sort of witch?

About the author

Married to her high school sweetheart, Beth Trissel lives on a farm in the Shenandoah Valley of Virginia surrounded by her children, grandbabies, and assorted animals. An avid gardener, her love of herbs and heirloom plants figures into her work. The rich history of Virginia, the Native Americans, and the people who journeyed here from far beyond her borders are at the heart of her inspiration. She’s especially drawn to colonial America and the drama of the American Revolution. In addition to historical romance, she also writes time travel, paranormal romance, YA fantasy, and nonfiction.

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Wednesday, October 14, 2015

Spooktacular #Giveaway Hop, #Halloween

Welcome to the Spooktacular Giveaway Hop! There’s a $10 Amazon gift card up for grabs here on my blog, so be sure to enter via the rafflectoper below, as that's where the prize winner will be chosen from. Then go visit all the other fabulous blogs. There are a ton of prizes to be had! The linky list should be at the bottom of this post. In case it's not, the image above is linked the list. 

In the spirit of Halloween, thought I’d share a story, though I wouldn’t call it spooky. I suppose you could say I live in a haunted house. When we moved into our current home, about eleven years ago, I began to notice odd things. Hearing what sounded like my youngest driving his Hotwheels on the walls (which he used to do), but when I was alone. Seeing someone dart down the hallway or watching me out the corner of my eye (again when I was alone). I’ve been touched (by something that felt very much like a hand) more times than I can count on both hands.

There for a while, every night when I went to bed, something would jump up with me (you feel the bed shake, you know?). I’d feel tiny paws walk up my body, then hear and feel a cat’s purr, as if it were sitting on my chest. We don’t have a cat.

Stuff like this continues to happen. My sons tell me they hate my bedroom, because they can feel eyes watching them.

My fondest memory, though? I woke up late one night, something like three in the morning. I’m a woman and I’ve had children, I get up to pee at least three times a night, so it wasn’t unusual for me to be awake. This particular night, I happened to glance at the hallway outside our bedroom door as I was sitting up. There was this…column of white light, so bright it illuminated the hallway as if someone had turned on a light. The top reached the ceiling, but it didn’t have a bottom, no feet, no shape to speak of, actually. As I watched, this column of light moved slowly past the doorway, taking the light with it. Then disappeared and the hallway went dark again.

What was it? I’ve never figured it out, but that was about the time my angelic experiences began as well. I started waking up every night at exactly 4:44. I suffer from PTSD, which includes nightmares. When I’d wake from one, sweating, heart still hammering, a large, warm hand would settle on my shoulder and this immense peace would flow over me. In an instant, I’d be calm and drifting back to sleep.

What’s your spookiest (or fondest) Halloween memory? Care to share?

Thursday, October 1, 2015

Book Blast: Stargazing by Bernadette Marie #contemporary #romance @GoddessFish

by Bernadette Marie

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Bethany Waterbury left Hollywood and the shadow of her mother's death to give herself a fresh start. Her main intention—to connect with the family she’d never really had the chance to know.

Author Kent Black is enjoying his chart topping success and living freely wherever his travels take him. But when he meets the illustrious Bethany Waterbury his wanderlust subsides and the thought of a steady future begins to take over.

Kent believes in happily ever after, but the burden of Bethany’s past might be too much for him to embrace —unless true love is more powerful than a Hollywood tragedy.


Coffee houses once were a source of inspiration. They had a vibe and a feel to them. Now, Kent thought, they were more like bars.

The same people walked in and out of the door every day. They ordered the same addictive concoction and either carried it out or sat for hours and chatted with others.

He missed the days where he could pull up to a table and no one bothered him for hours. Since he was traveling it was one of his only options. Sure, he could hold up in his hotel room, but that wasn’t very inspirational either. Even though he’d rather be alone, he needed to surround himself with people for inspiration—he just wished they weren’t so noisy.

The door opened again. It had become habit to look up and study the person. This one had him sitting up, removing his fingers from the keyboard of his laptop, and following her with his eyes.

Long red curls bounced over her shoulders, which were bare in a sundress with yellow flowers. She was lean and toned and absolutely radiant. She walked to the end of the line and Kent turned in his chair to follow her with his gaze.

Smiling at the boy behind the counter, Kent noted that the young man flushed at her simple gesture. That said something.

She continued on to pay for her drink. He heard the woman ringing up her order offer a pastry to which the redhead waved off with her hand and a laugh. Obviously she’d avoid that, he knew just by looking at her. Her drink was probably low fat blah too.

When she turned the beauty of her hit Kent right in the chest. He’d never seen such a beautiful specimen.

About the Author

Bestselling Author Bernadette Marie is known for building families readers want to be part of. Her series The Keller Family has graced bestseller charts since its release in 2011, along with her other series and single title books. The married mother of five sons promises Happily Ever
After always…and says she can write it, because she lives it.

When not writing, Bernadette Marie is shuffling her sons to their many events—mostly hockey—and enjoying the beautiful views of the Colorado Rocky Mountains from her front step. She is
also an accomplished martial artist with a second degree black belt in Tang Soo Do.

A chronic entrepreneur, Bernadette Marie opened her own publishing house in 2011, 5 Prince Publishing, so that she could publish the books she liked to write and help make the dreams of other aspiring authors come true too.

Bernadette Marie is also the CEO of Illumination Author Events.

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Tuesday, September 29, 2015

Re-release: Bayou Born by Linda Joyce from #AmazonEncore @LJWriter #smalltown #southerncharm #romance

Bayou Born is the first book the in the Fleur de Lis series from award-winning author Linda Joyce, and it’s a RONE Award Finalist. Bayou Bound and Bayou Beckons of the series are available. Linda is finishing the much-anticipated Bayou Brides. She also has a second series—The Sunflower Series. Book one, Her Heart’s Desire launched last month.

In Bayou Born, you’ll meet Branna Lind and James Newbern in fictional Lakeview. There is a canine character, General Beauregard, who is very real. He is one of the three dogs in my family. He is very much a general—takes charge and full steam ahead.

I hope you’ll enjoy the story of Branna and James:

Branna Lind's self-esteem rests at the bottom of the Mississippi River. She’s canceled her "wedding of the decade" and refuses to say why. She wants life on her own terms—no ready-made job in the family business, no safety net of close-knit kin, and no more betrayal. Men are purely optional.

College professor James Newbern prizes his bachelorhood. He knows beautiful women are high-maintenance trouble, and Branna fits that “type.” He is happy to avoid her until the college vice president assigns him to mentor the newest hire—Branna.

Branna is on her way to a new life, but will the scars of the past send her running from love? Even if she faces the truth, will she ever convince James she truly is his "type"?

About the author

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