Thursday, February 14, 2019

Happy Valentine's Day by Merrillee Whren

Today isn't only Valentine's Day. It is my wedding anniversary. We got married on Valentine's Day as a matter of convenience rather than for romantic reasons. My husband had to be out of his apartment by the end of February, so we wanted to get married before he had to get out of his place. At the time I was a school teacher, and I didn't want to take too many days off for a honeymoon during the school year, so we picked the weekend before President's Day, which I had off. Valentine's Day just happened to be the Saturday before. Not only were we married on Valentine's Day, but we had our reception in Loveland, Ohio. I always say that's why I became a romance writer. Here we are dancing at our reception.


If you read this early in the day, I will be winging my way across the USA from Arizona to Florida for a Valentine and anniversary celebration. We are meeting longtime friends, whom we met just weeks after we got married. We have celebrated our anniversary with them numerous times over the years. We always have a fun time.

Since it is Valentine's Day, my gift to you is HOMETOWN PROMISE, the first book in my Kellersburg series. You can download it by using this link. The link expires on February 15, 2019, so be sure to get it today.

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Do you celebrate Valentine's Day?


Merrillee Whren is the winner of the 2003 Golden Heart Award presented by Romance Writers of American. She is married to her own personal hero, her husband of forty-plus years, and has two grown daughters. Connect with her on her Facebook page and sign up for her newsletter.

Wednesday, February 13, 2019

#SweetRomance #Bargain Books!


WHERE HER HEART IS
The McClains of Legend, Tennessee, Book #3
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Get your Valentines Day on with this small town sweet romance set in the foothills of the Great Smoky Mountains.

Betsy McClain left Legend, Tennessee two years ago, with a broken heart, a baby to care for, and precious little else. She's done well in the city, and so has daughter LizBeth Ann. A heartfelt request from Dorothy McClain is the only thing that could bring them back to Legend, even temporarily.

Mike McClain wants to get to know his only child, but Betsy isn't cutting him any slack. Good looks and the old McClain charm seem to be failing him. Betsy is not the same love-struck girl he married, nor the girl who left Legend in a flurry of anger and tears. But he's changed too. Can't she see that?

Mike has won his daughter's heart. Can he also regain her mother's trust?


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Second Chance Valentine - The Ocean City Boardwalk Series
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One romantic summer at the beach with Alex left its mark on Josie, but she left town with a broken heart. Now years later, she’s back, and cupid shows up in the form of a little girl turned matchmaker who just might give Josie and Alex a Second Chance Valentine.



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A Love Song for Kayla is free until Feb. 16th

When two strangers cross paths their lives are forever altered.

Kayla Russel hates Valentine's Day and has all but given up on finding love until a new guy to town walks into her flower shop right before her least favorite day of the year. There is something mysterious about him that intrigues her, but when she finds out the truth everything changes.

Derek Parker wants to leave his old life behind, but it proves to be harder than he'd anticipated when his past finds him. Now the woman he has come to care for feels deceived.

Will his secrets come between them and destroy what could have been something wonderful?

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When Wade Dalton moves to a small Florida beach community for peace and quiet and a new job, he encounters the four little kids next door who are anything but quiet. Because of difficult circumstances, the little noisemakers live with their young aunt, Cassie Rankin, who is their guardian. Wade is drawn to her determination, giving nature, and beauty, but she’s at least a dozen years younger than he is—way too young for him. At least that’s what he keeps telling himself. Besides, he has issues that would only make life more challenging for Cassie and her charges. So he plans to stay out of their lives, but four little blessings refuse to let that happen.
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Tuesday, February 12, 2019

Happy Vintage Valentine's Day by Cindy Flores Martinez


Image courtesy VintageHolidayCrafts.com

I’ve always enjoyed vintage Valentine’s Day cards. I’m so amazed at how different they are than today’s cards. But the feelings that they express haven’t changed. I've decided to share a few of my favorites. I hope you enjoy them too!



Valentine Greetings


Affection's Offering


True Love


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Dear Heart
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To My Valentine
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Do you enjoy vintage Valentine's Day cards?

Whether you prefer vintage or modern, have a Happy Valentine's Day!


Cindy Flores Martinez is a USA Today bestselling author. She writes Christian Romance. She has an MFA in Creative Writing with an emphasis in Screenwriting. Her debut novel, Mail-Order Groom, started as a screenplay and movie project, which she shopped around Hollywood, New York, and other parts of the world. You can learn more about her at www.cindyfloresmartinez.com

Monday, February 11, 2019

Would you pay $99,000 for a Valentine’s Day dinner? by Josie Riviera


Last year, my local Waffle House offered inexpensive Valentine’s Day dinners featuring their trademark waffles and bacon. To complete the ambiance, candles and a white tablecloth added a touch of romanticism.




However, those people with a more disposable income can opt for dinner prepared at their home by a Michelin chef for . . . $99,000!

In an article I recently read, the eight-course meal may feature such items as duck eggs, truffles, and bottle of $27,000 wine.

Entertainment? A professional harpist or violinist, white doves, and/or a poet.

From my research, this Valentine’s dinner has not yet been purchased, but it certainly speaks of luxury at its best.


Do you have any special plans for Valentine’s Day? 
Please leave your comments below.

My husband is checking into Waffle House, although we may opt for early dining at our favorite local restaurant in the Charlotte, NC, area, instead.



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Josie Riviera is a USA TODAY bestselling author of contemporary, inspirational, and historical sweet romances that read like Hallmark movies. She lives in the Charlotte, NC, area with her wonderfully supportive husband. They share their home with an adorable shih tzu, who constantly needs grooming, and live in an old house forever needing renovations. 






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Saturday, February 9, 2019

Good Grief by Christine Bush



It’s that time of year when everyone talks about Valentine’s Day.  Love, flowers, happiness and joy. 


The idea is a good one. Sometimes it’s a real celebration. But sometimes real life doesn’t fit the mode. Sometimes we are grieving.

The grief can originate in all kinds of loss.

People we love can die.  Or have serious illness.

Heartbreak can follow losing a beloved pet. Or even our dream job. Or our home.

We might suffer a broken heart, rejected by someone we hoped to have a “happily ever after” with.

Life does NOT always resemble one of our books.

  So how do we get through this?

I’ve come to believe several things about grief.

First and foremost. It’s NOT bad thing.  Grief is a strong human reaction to loss and pain, and an absolute result of LOVE. We grieve a lot when we love a lot, and life takes a wrong turn. It may sound corny, but I believe it’s an honor to grieve. Even though it hurts so much.  It’s normal, natural, and human.  I’ve had some Valentine's Days where I consciously remembered that fact to get through. It helped.

Next, it’s a PERSONAL thing. No one else really understands our particular feelings. Grief will last as long as it lasts. There is no timetable, and no specific way that a person should grieve. Every loss is different for every person. Some people have intense, solid, powerful feelings, with hurricane force.

 Some people grieve in a more sporadic way, living daily life until a “grief attack” hits like a squall, causing feelings and emotions to leak out without warning, then returning to their daily life again.

There’s no right way.

Lastly, it’s never really over.

That sounds like a harsh statement. The overwhelming feelings WILL cease over time. It definitely gets better.   But grief changes us. It doesn’t mean we will never be happy or joyful again. It means we have been changed by the depth of our experience and emotion.  The intense storm may cease (or at least appear on the horizon less often), but the memories remain. And that’s what I’ve found is ok.

Sometimes we gain more self- knowledge.  Sometimes we gain wisdom. Sometimes we gain more understanding. Sometimes we gain more peace and acceptance of life.  Sometimes we gain more gratitude and appreciation.  Always we are changed.

So here comes Valentine’s Day, ready or not.  If your heart is hurting, I send an understanding hug. I have been there.  We can get through it.

Love is love.  Even when we’re in the throes of loss, we can sometimes look around and see love and share it.  We can appreciate our loving families. We can focus on our friends. We can love our pets.  We can find a way to share love and care in the world by volunteering or helping someone in a tough situation.  Or not. Your choice. It’s all ok.

But most of all, we can allow ourselves our feelings when we are grieving.  And celebrate the fact that we are people who dared to love. Grief is good, in that way. 
What's helped you to get through a time of loss? We'd love to hear!

 

Christine Bush is a USA Today Bestselling author of romance, romantic mystery, and suspense.  She can be found living in the Lehigh Valley in Pennsylvania with her husband and 2 lazy cats, and spending time with her 13 grandchildren.   When she’s not writing, she’s teaching Psychology at a local college, and working with clients in her private practice as a Marriage and Family Therapist. She loves to hear from readers and writers!

Christine’s novella “Christmas with the Cat Lady” is a story of healing from grief. I hope you love it!  Print or ebook!


 

 

 


 

                                                                                    

 

 

 

Friday, February 8, 2019

My Annual Super Bowl Commercial Awards by Kristin Wallace

Okay, yes it is February, which means Valentine’s Day, but since I am still very much single, I tend to ignore it entirely. Instead, I’m doing my 2ndAnnual Super Bowl Commercial Awards where I present my favorite commercials from the big game. The Super Bowl was Sunday and though the game was a bit of snooze (13-3 and the last 10 points came in the last 5 minutes), there is still the entertainment factor of the commercials. Overall, even the commercials were a bit tepid this year, but there were a few standouts.

Best Super Bowl Commercials of 2019

NFL 100

The standout for me actually came courtesy of the NFL, which celebrated its 100th with a spot that featured a roomful of past and present football greats. The action starts in a ballroom of a reward show. There’s a cake with a gold football on top. The football is knocked off…and then chaos ensues, as every player wants that football. Brilliant and funny and so many great players, it’s hard to catch them all.




The Elevator – Hyundai

You know that saying, “I’d rather have a root canal” in reference to something you don’t want to do? I think that was the inspiration for this funny spot for Hyundai. It features Jason Bateman as an elevator attendant taking passengers to all kinds of horrible places, including the dentist, jury duty, the middle seat on an airplane. Of course, car shopping is among the horrors, but since the couple has Hyundai Car Assurance, it’s actually not so bad for them. 




T-Mobile

This spots is done entirely through texting and it’s super clever. There’s a guy wanting to celebrate Taco Tuesday but knowing his girlfriend with want sushi, a case of mistaken identity with a Lyft Driver, and a clueless dad thinking he’s texting Google for a recipe, but it’s really his daughter. 

  


Amazon – Not everything makes the cut

This ad shows the “fails” when Amazon tried to incorporate Alexa into a bunch of other products like dog collars, toothbrushes, hot tubs and even the space center. Also features a hilarious cameos by Harrison Ford and his dog. 


Mercedes-Benz - Say the Word

Yeah, there are a lot of car spots, but this one is clever and touts the voice commands of the Mercedez-Benz. A guy gets magical powers that can make parking tickets disappear, lights change to green, money rain out an ATM, and Free Willie. Too bad real life doesn’t happen that way, but it can “somewhat” happen with this voice-activated car. 


Kristin Wallaceis the USA Today Best Selling Author of inspirational and contemporary romance, and women’s fiction filled with “Love, Laughter and a Leap of Faith”. Look for her upcoming release, SECOND CHANCE HERO





Thursday, February 7, 2019

Read an Excerpt from Jean C. Gordon's No Time for Apologies

It's out! My No Time for Apologies, Book 5 in the No Brides Club Series. (All six of these sweet romances can be read as standalones.)

To share my excitement—and let's be honest, hopefully pique your interest—here's an excerpt.


Chapter 1 

Kate (or K.A. as the corporate name plate outside her cubicle at work read) Lewis stepped from the dimly lit stairwell into the still bright evening sun of the Briarwood Tavern’s rooftop bar in the Tribeca neighborhood of New York City. She waved to her best friend Julie Harrison holding down their usual table, hitched her messenger bag up on her shoulder, and went straight for the antique mahogany bar.

“One fresh cherry margarita coming up,” the regular Thursday evening bartender said when she reached her destination.


Kate eyed the glass the bartender lifted from the rack and flipped over with a twist of the wrist. “No, Andre, that won’t do it tonight. Give me the monster size.”


He looked at her straight on. “You know that’s five times what you generally order.”


“Yep, I did the math on the walk over.”


“You’ve got it.”


While she waited, Kate tapped her fingernails on the wood and scanned the room, her gaze fixing on a guy sitting alone at a table for two, his eyes glued to his cell phone. Stood up? She blinked. The guy looked familiar, but she couldn’t place him.


“Here you go.” Andre slid her drink across the bar to her.


“Thanks.” She cradled the glass in both palms and walked the table maze to where Julie was sitting.


“Well, are we celebrating?” Julie asked. “Did K.A. Lewis break the glass ceiling? Am I looking at the DeBakker Funds’ new Growth and Income Fund Manager, the fund’s first female manager?
“Not exactly.” Kate sat, and took a healthy swallow of her drink. 


“Want to spill or wait for the others? Julie asked.


Kate glanced toward the entrance. None of the other members of the No Brides Club had arrived yet. The group was her lifeline when she was drowning in frustration over her career. She didn’t want to imagine what her life would be like without the support of other women who were equally focused on their careers. Women who were so focused that they’d decided not to weigh themselves down with the baggage of trying to balance romantic relationships on top of the struggle to climb the corporate ladder.


“No, I need to get it out.” She was closest to Julie. They’d been friends since college. “But where is everyone, anyway?”


“Kinsley is upstate at her wildlife sanctuary, Rachel has an extra play practice, and Georgina and Melody are working late. So what excuse did your boss give you this round?”


Kate fortified herself with another slug of her margarita. It was the third time she’d been up for this promotion—a promotion she needed to take advantage of the opportunity she’d been offered recently to buy her apartment. Her apartment building was converting over to condos, and its location was too perfect to even think of moving. She’d earned this.


 “Bob started with some BS about how I’d been putting in long hours lately, longer than usual, and my hard work had made a difference in our returns. I was on the edge of my chair, sure he was going to follow that up with an offer for the manager position.”


“But, no.” Julie shook her head, thumbs up, her mouth holding the O of no.


“No. The higher-ups want to delay naming a new manager.” Kate slapped her palm to the table. “I was sure I had it this time.”


“But you’re still in contention?”


“Supposedly.” Kate rested her elbows on the table and splayed her fingers, palms up. “I’ve paid my dues. Four years as a statistician and analyst for Growth and Income Fund, two of them as senior analyst, two years at a smaller fund family before that, and four years juggling that awful bank job and graduate courses for my MBA. What does it get me? A pat on the back, a small bonus next pay period, and an assistant for two months to help catch up on the backload of work the new software conversion caused.”


“That rots.”


“And that’s not all. They’ve hired some guy who used to be an associate at the largest private equity firm in Boston as my assistant. No consulting me about it. Yeah, like a guy with those credentials wants to be an assistant statistician. Right.” Kate gulped her margarita to the halfway mark. “So, I get to train the guy who’ll probably get the manager position.”


“What?” Julie placed her drink glass on the table with a clunk.


“Yep, first I asked Bob whether the guy seriously wanted to be an assistant statistician/analyst. I mean investment management is a cutthroat business. People don’t take demotions, unless forced to.”


“What did Bob say?”


Kate swirled her finger tip around the edge of her glass and licked the salt off. “He had the audacity to chuckle and say, ‘No, he thinks he wants to be a professor at some small college upstate, but we’ll convince him otherwise, eh.’ You know, teamwork and all that.”
Julie shook her head.


Kate downed most of the rest of her margarita to combat the bile rising in her throat. “Then I asked Bob outright if I was being asked to train this Smith guy … his name is John Smith.” Why did that name sound so familiar, other than it was terribly common? “Train the guy for the position I wanted.” She cleared her throat. “Am I talking really loud?”


“No,” Julie said. “Maybe a little. What was Bob’s answer?”


Kate waved a hand at her friend. “He said I was still his first choice for the job, that the hiring came from higher up. His hands were tied.” She leaned forward.  “Well, I’m going to untie them. I don’t care what John Smith’s experience is. He’s been hired as my assistant, and I’m not going to let him take my promotion.”


“That’s the spirit,” Julie said. “I’m going to get a drink. You want another one?” 


Kate eyed the empty monster glass. “I’ll wait. I should eat something first.”


Julie headed to the bar, and Kate’s gaze followed her as far as the lone guy she’d spotted earlier. The bar server approached him and stood talking far longer than it would take her to get his drink order. She flipped her hair over her shoulder and said something that made the guy laugh. The server was flirting with him. Kate drew her lips into straight line. Not that there was any reason that should interest her. She was still focused on him after the server left and Julie returned.


“That is a nice view,” Julie said before she sat.


“Hmmm?” Kate said.


“The eye candy sitting over there by himself.”


“He looks so familiar, like I know him from somewhere,” Kate answered as much to herself as to Julie.

***
“I trust your stay with us was enjoyable,” The Greenwich Hotel concierge said as she opened the door for Jon Smith to exit.

“Excellent,” he answered. It wasn’t the Four Seasons, but had been more than fine for a one-night stay. Jon squinted at the bright sunlight that greeted him as he stepped outside. He was well-rested and ready for his meeting. Staying at the hotel had saved him the half hour to Rhinecliff and the two-hour early train to New York this morning. Getting up three-and-a-half hours before his meeting versus getting up an hour before should have been a no brainer. But it also entailed getting someone to stay with his grandfather, check on his livestock last night, and come feed them this morning.


Jon pulled open the gleaming glass doors to the DeBakker Mutual Funds office building, thinking he should be nervous, excited, something walking into his first face-to-face with a new employer. But he felt nothing but a little curious, maybe since he hadn’t pursued the statistician position he was starting Monday. His former girlfriend Olivia had done that for him, before she’d thrown him over for a surgeon she’d met over coffee at the Westchester Medical Center when Grandpa had still been in inpatient rehabilitation there. Olivia had been staying at the farm with Jon then and had come to hospital with him. 


He let the door drop closed behind him. Olivia had her father call a friend, who happened to be one of the DeBakkers of DeBakker Funds soon after Grandpa had had his stroke and Jon had moved from Boston to his grandfather’s place. By the time he’d received the email setting up the Skype interview, she’d tired of what she called his playing at professor and gentlemen farmer. She’d needed a man she could depend on to keep her in the style Daddy had made her accustomed to. By then, Jon, as power of attorney for his grandfather after his stroke, had learned of the home equity loan Grandpa couldn’t afford that he’d taken to come out of retirement and start up a grass-fed beef operation. The summer gig with DeBakker-Gelm would knock out a good chunk of that loan before Jon started his lower paying college instructor position in the fall.


His cell phone pinged as he pressed the elevator button for the fourth floor.
 

Morning. Thought I’d let you know I’ve made it to another day.  
Grandpa and his gallows humor.
Good to know.

Jon stepped out into the hall.


Having breakfast with my babysitter.


He and his grandfather had gone `round and `round about Grandpa needing someone to stay with him, and Jon had finally gotten him to agree to the widow from up the road. Jon suspected his grandfather had a thing for Dottie—or at least he had before the stroke. Starting Monday, Dottie’s 18-year-old grandson would be stopping in to do the chores and be there for Grandpa, and Dottie would be coming in the early evening to prepare supper.
 

Enjoy. I should be home about three.
Okay.

 

John checked the suite numbers on the offices for 410, where the funds’ analysis and statistics offices were.
 

“Good morning,” a young woman behind the reception desk greeted him. “How can I help you?”
 

“I’m Jon Smith. I have an appointment with Robert Conway.”
 

“I’ll let Bob know.” She smiled, her gaze lingering on him a moment longer than he was comfortable with before she picked up her phone.
 

He still wasn’t accustomed to the difference people—well, mostly women—saw in his appearance since he’d taken up swimming in college and dropped the extra 40 pounds he’d carried in high school. And he’d built up some muscle taking over for his grandfather on the farm.

“Jon.” An affable man about Jon’s father’s age stepped into the reception area and offered his hand. “I’m Bob Conway.”


After shaking hands, Bob said. “Leave your bag here with reception, and I’ll take you up to HR to get all that out of the way first.”


Jon handed the receptionist the gym bag he’d brought as his overnight bag and walked with Bob into the hall. 


“Stairs good with you?” Bob asked, reaching for the knob to the stairwell door. “It’s only two flights.” He sized up Jon and patted his own slight paunch. “And I could use the exercise.” 


The old shame weighed his chest. “That’s fine.” Jon shoved his hands in his pockets while he waited for Bob to open the door.


“When you’re done in HR,” Bob said. “I’ll introduce you to the senior statistician you’ll be working with and the three of us can go to lunch.”


“Sounds good.” Jon grasped the handrail. That would shoot his plan to catch the 12:30 train and be home by three. He should still be home in time for afternoon chores. Grandpa had beef cattle now, not dairy, so the afternoon schedule wasn’t as important, and their neighbor had said she’d stay as long as needed. Of course, Grandpa thought that was not at all. Jon made a mental note to phone Dottie first about the change in plans and then clue his grandfather in, so he didn’t send her home.


An hour and a half later, after he’d filled out all the required papers, sat through an interactive video about corporate compliance, and completed the required computer modules on sexual harassment in the workplace and safety, Jon was back in the reception area of the statistics and analytics offices, sitting and waiting for Bob and the senior statistician to join him for lunch. He stood when he heard Bob’s voice in the hall and looked in that direction. Bob walked toward him accompanied by a woman about Jon’s age with brunette hair artfully pinned back from her attractive face. Hmm. Bob hadn’t mentioned his new boss was a woman. Not that it mattered or that Bob should have.


As the pair stepped into the reception area, the office lighting played tricks with his eyes and superimposed an image of his high school secret crush and nemesis on the poised woman.


“Jon,” Bob said, “this is …”


Jon blinked. “Kate Lewis.” The lighting hadn’t been playing tricks. 






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