Wednesday, October 14, 2015

Always Remember…a story of women and war!

This is not an ordinary story of romance. It's more a story of life. In our books sin is very much a part of a good novel, and a writer must balance the good versus the evil in their characters. How do we go about doing that? Is good and evil like black and white? Do we show only the black heart, or do we show growth in the villain as well as the hero?

In Always Remember,  there are three heroines, Ruby, the mother, Rose the oldest, and Josey the youngest daughter of the Anderson family.  All three were heroines in their own way. Rose Anderson was a complex character. Some would call her a nymphomaniac, others just pure sinful and lusting. But there was much more to Rose than met the eye. Rose above all was a survivor. Going through the rigors of growing up during the civil war, Rose had been abused as a child. Her mother, a good woman knew nothing about how to save her daughter. The shame of a senseless act sent her mother scrambling to cope, and Rose scrambling to understand what life was all about. In a way, Ruby was partly responsible for Rose taking on every man she met. And her innocent sister Josey, was grown before she realized what had happened to Rose. All those years of resenting Rose for enticing men to her,  Josey hadn't a clue what drove Rose.

Rose had a simple belief that every man should be loved and happy. However, she never bargained for the deep seeded love she had for the slave her mother had raised. An impossible relationship that hurt her so badly, that Rose was forced to grow up.

Long ago, sex was not a discussion nice women had. Not even with their daughters. Can you imagine anything like that, these days?

We see her go from a wanton young woman to a mature, caring, and still very complex heroine. We see her character flourish under the worse conditions. We see inside Rose.

Always Remember is a tale of a hateful war, that brought chaos to even the struggling families. Women had to fight for their own land. They had to protect it. They had to protect themselves from the evils that lurked.

Josey grows up, her innocence stripped. Rose faces choices she doesn't want to face. Death stares at them. Always Remember is the story of a family that survived during the civil war and the struggles they had to overcome to do so.

The ones back home, this is the story of a family, the victories and the defeats, the love and the losses.

I hope you'll read this book, not because I wrote it, but because of the heartaches and the struggles of the women at home, during wartime. Be it now or back then….

Tuesday, October 13, 2015

Today @AuthorNicMorgan reveals a secret and shares some killer deals! #EroticRomance #99cents

Welcome to Sweet N Sexy Divas, I'm your tour host for the day. So sit back, prop up your feet and get comfy. I'm about to give you some ideas to keep the romance alive in your summer vacation...

Did you know? 

While many of you have known me as Nicole Morgan for years, I've recently branched off as Nicki Day and while I'm not exactly sure where it's going to take me, I've got a couple of hot little titles on sale for only 99 cents. So you can singe your fingers tips for less than a cup of McDonald's coffee. They're on sale for a limited time, so get 'em while they're hot! 

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Newly divorced, Vicky Browning is coming home for the holidays for the first time in years. After losing her supposed friends in her recent divorce, she has nowhere else to go and tries to make the best out of the situation.
U.S. Marine, Michael Barnett just set his boots down on American soil for the first time in eighteen months. He wants nothing more than to go home to his humble mountain home, drink a few beers, and fish the rest of the year away. Michael’s mother has other plans though, and insists he come home to spend Christmas with those who love him.
Michael and Vicky haven’t seen one another in seventeen years. Their last meeting was less than enjoyable as they said goodbye to one another in a bitter break up at the tender age of eighteen years old. As the awkwardness settles between the two they soon begin to realize that the flames of desire haven’t died between them. The wounds they thought had never healed, might just be the very thing that brings them together again. 

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After 12 years of marriage, Priscilla Blackwood has decided to leave her husband. Retreating to their mountain cabin, she hopes the time away will help heal the heartache she feels from leaving the only man she’s ever loved. 
When Max Blackwood returns home to find out that his wife has left him he is devastated. Refusing to give up on her or the life they’ve built together, he sets out to find her before it is too late. When a winter storm hits, his plan to rescue their marriage careens off course. 
Will being stranded together in a blizzard be enough to repair their broken relationship? Or will Max be forced to say goodbye to the woman who stole his heart so many years ago. 

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Nicole Morgan is an author of erotic romance novels, which more often than not have a suspenseful back story. Erotic romance mixed with good old-fashioned whodunit. While she's written everything from contemporary to paranormal her leading men will more than likely be wearing a uniform of some kind. From military to police officers, she has a love for writing about those who protect and serve. From her very first novel about Navy SEALs to her more recent releases you will be sure to find a few twists and turns you were not expecting.

She also has a recurring monthly column in Book & Trailer Showcase's eMagazine, is a proud member of the Romance Books 4 Us Gold Authors and also one of the Sweet N Sexy Divas.  

Find out more about Nicole and her books by visiting her websiteblogGoogle + PageTwitterFacebook and her Yahoo Group, Nicole’s Think Tank.

Until next month lovies ~ Nic 

Monday, October 12, 2015

Two NEW releases from me - I'm stoked! #erotic romance

This month I have two NEW romances - Surrendering to the Beast (book two of my Taming the Beast series) and Tropic of Pleasure in the 11 Alpha Doms box set.

Both come out tomorrow- OCTOBER 13

Surrendering to the Beast first...


Book Two - Taming the Beast series

Erotic Paranormal/Romantic Comedy


When she’s good, she’s very good. But when he’s bad, she’s better.

Taming the Beast, Book 2

As a good fairy, Heather is empathetic and chaste to a fault. No bad language, no dirty thoughts, flirting and no sex. But when a satyr named Daemon steps up to her reception desk at From Crud to Stud, she finds herself on the fast track to exquisite corruption.

Daemon is the total bad-boy package with a kiss straight from the dark side. Though he’s here for a supernatural makeover, Heather can’t imagine why any red-blooded woman would want him to change.

A disciple of the god of wine, Daemon has had his share of good times. But sex has never been this good. Heather brings out a new side of him, a side that makes him want to protect as well as pillage.

But Daemon needs a little creative backup to help set his fairy’s naughtiness free. And that means bringing in Mistress Jin. Under the genie’s tutelage and Daemon’s shameless lust, Heather is about to learn what it means to let loose.

Warning: Not your typical bedtime story. May lead to indecent behavior, a taste for voyeurism, discipline, bondage, m/f, m/f/f and f/f action, which will result in screaming orgasms. Proceed with caution.


Heather steeled herself to do battle with Satan. Cautiously, she faced her webcam and his image on her computer monitor. This evening, he’d assumed the form of a European playboy, a snifter of cognac held casually in one hand, dark hair slicked back, his blood-red ascot contrasting nicely with his white shirt and navy blazer.
He certainly knew how to dress.
Cara mia.” Heat smoldered in his voice and dark eyes. “What can I do to you?”
“For me,” she corrected gently, wondering when he’d ever get that right.
Grinning, he focused on her white peasant blouse and jutted nipples, her areolas tightened from the chilly weather, not him. Tonight was damp and cool thanks to a spring storm that continued to rage in the French Quarter. Lightning flashed and the office lights flickered.
Flames flared briefly in his pupils. “We’ll do many things to each other, no?”
Heather smiled politely, a knee-jerk reaction for a good fairy. Needing to get tough, she held up his overdue bill, hoping he’d look at it rather than her chest. Her hand shook so badly the paper rattled.
“How you tremble,” he cooed. “How pale you are. Allow me to put some color in your lovely cheeks. Heat that will last an eternity.”
Her skin got even clammier. “Please, just pay your account.” She waved the paper and talked fast before losing her nerve. “Your grandson failed to show for his last two appointments. I’m sure he had a good reason. Unfortunately, he didn’t call to cancel.” She offered an apologetic smile and pressed on. “Because you’re the cardholder, we had to charge you for the time. I’m so sorry, but it is the rule.”
One she was honor-bound to enforce as an employee of From Crud to Stud, a makeover service for supernatural beings. Howls from weres, hisses from vampires and obscenities from demons poured from the treatment rooms. Those poor souls were going through proverbial hell to suppress their beasts. They longed to date mortal women without freaking them out, while also winning their hearts the normal way. With real charm, not magic, with integrity and love, not lies and manipulation.
But these makeovers took the staff’s valuable time and clients needed to pay for the effort. Even Satan should understand that.
He gave her an indulgent smile. “What charges?”
Gasping, she dropped the flaming paper in her trashcan before it burnt her fingers.
“Later,” he said and killed the call.
Hurriedly, Heather put out the small blaze, chiding herself for letting the account get to this point. She should have been firm with Satan’s grandson when he signed up for the service. Determined to make up for being too nice, she brought up her bank account to pay the charges herself. She was about to transfer the funds when the lights flickered twice, thunder boomed and the front door flew open, banging against the wall.
She flinched.
A blast of dank air and rain blew inside, followed by a guy who looked to be thirty or so. He wore a black cowboy hat, snug navy tee, low-slung jeans and cowboy boots.
Once he shoved the door shut, he slumped against it, breathing hard.
Heather stood so quickly her chair rolled into the wall.
He didn’t notice. He’d closed his eyes and raised his face to the ceiling, his prominent Adam’s apple bobbing with his hard swallow.
Alarmed yet intrigued, she regarded the short, dark hairs on his throat and took the rest of him in. His rain-dampened hair was the color of dark chocolate, thick and wavy, flowing to his broad shoulders. They heaved with his next ragged breath. Tall, possibly six-three, he was lean yet muscular. His wet tee clung to his well-defined pecs and abs, those bruising biceps. Stubble covered his strong jaw, upper lip and cheeks. His bronze skin spoke of days in the sun.
Even from where she stood, Heather smelled his scent. Clean and masculine, a woodsy, fresh fragrance along with something else…the unmistakable odor of liquor.
Uh-oh. It wasn’t often that mortals, drunk or otherwise, happened upon this place. When they did, Heather had ironclad rules to follow. First, buzz Constance, a voodoo priestess who could remove memories by laying her hands on someone’s head. Following that, Heather was supposed to buzz Becca, a half-mortal witch who owned this place.
Heather leaned over her desk to press the intercom button.
The guy turned to her, blinked slowly and stared.
Her hand stalled.
His eyes were amazing, the color of Lipton tea, ringed by long, sooty lashes, his attention riveted as he drank her in. Given his slow, sexy smile, Heather suspected he was undressing her with his eyes.
She swallowed and was about to press the button when he groaned suddenly and mournfully, the sound of someone in serious pain.
Heather paused and decided not to call for anyone just yet. “Are you all right?”





11 ALPHA DOMS - 99¢ box set

My Novella - Tropic of Pleasure


Blurb (for box set):

From New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Authors and more!

Are you ready for 11 alphas that will make you sigh, make your toes curl, and make your panties wet? You won’t be disappointed! We have military, menage, contemporary, and a dash of paranormal romance that will send you right over the edge.
Jump into the action and suspense and find out now how these alphas take care of their women!

Blurb (for Tropic of Pleasure):

The one woman they shouldn’t want. Two Doms she can’t resist. A sizzling weekend beyond their wildest desires.

Bondage, submission, punishment, oh my. Cara’s wanted Hud and Ryder forever. They’re Alpha to the core and love a wicked good time, which has her ready to sign up for their brand of BDSM.

Although Ryder and Hud haven’t been immune to Cara’s charms, they don’t have a death wish—her billionaire daddy is a major investor in their high-end construction firm. When she insists it’s no problem and offers to be their sub, visions of blindfolds, collars and her sweet surrender dance in their heads, along with the longing they’ve fought.

Oh baby. The battle’s just begun during a smoking-hot weekend on a private island.

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Sunday, October 11, 2015

Those Fading Thoughts

It has been a tough six weeks since my heart failed. At 71, I simply did not consider another valve failure a possibility, but it happened. Everything was fine … and then it wasn’t. Perhaps it was the sinister way it all sneaked up on me that surprised me the most. One day I thought I had allergies from the oak pollen that blooms this time of year, and the next I couldn’t brush my teeth without gasping for breath. My lungs had filled with water overnight. I couldn’t breathe, and only the quick response from our primary care doctors saved me. 

Very soon I entered the Plano Heart Hospital and was the recipient of a science fiction-like operation via robotics. A tiny slit under my arm provided access for precision tools that removed the old valve repair and rebuilt a new mitral valve inside my heart. But that’s not what this blog is about.

What happened next is the amazing part. I was walking around the ward on the second day after the operation--off pain pails on day three. I felt and looked great. I thought I had dodged a bullet, but no, there was more to come--and I would not have guessed it in a million years.

A couple of weeks after surgery, I was on my way to cardiac rehab when suddenly I lost all my energy. I felt faint, like I couldn’t take another step. I found a chair in the hospital and sat for about 15 minutes before pressing on. At rehab, the technicians wired me up as usual, but they wouldn’t take their eyes of their monitors. They soon told me to stop and sit. I found a chair where I could see the monitor. I was stunned, mostly because I still felt good. The lower chambers of my heart were beating around 140, way too high, and the upper chambers were working at around 300 beats per minute. That is very abnormal--more like a vibration that a real heart beat.

After about 45 minutes, things settled down. The technicians scurried off to set up a battery of appointments for me for the next day, and in time, I was allowed to leave. I made it as far as the grocery store. As I put a small watermelon on the back seat floor, I felt a wave of nausea in my stomach and darkness closing in. It’s a very distinct feeling, and your body instinctively knows it’s in deep trouble. I managed to push the cart away from my car, climb in the front seat, start the vehicle, and turn the A/C on high. The blackness continued to close in, and my mind swam in a thick soup of jumbled thoughts. For the first time in my life, I believed I was dying. I had always wondered what that would be like. What last thought would I cling to? I knew without question my newly-repaired valve had failed, and thought only of my wife as the blackness and nausea took me away.

I woke about 30 minutes later, totally confused. I didn’t know where I was or who I was. I drifted in and out of semi-awareness for about 15 minutes as my vision cleared from gray with red spots to blurred vehicles around me. In another 15 minutes, I thought I would be able to drive home, and I did. The next few days meant lots of tests and some uncomfortable procedures; however, I was delighted to learn I was wrong about the valve. The valve repair was okay, but the heart was not accommodating the repair. After a few severe shocks to reset the rhythm, everything returned to normal, everything except my attitude.

It is strange how your perspective changes when you are so very certain you are going to die, and then don’t. Suddenly you have a new lease on life, a different way of viewing things. As for me, I will take everything far easier in the future. I will take my wife on more cruises. I will enjoy my grand kids even more. The “age of relaxation” has finally been thrust upon me.

My only advice to anyone reading this is simple. Enjoy every second of every day. Repair your relationship with your wife if you are at odds, and if you are not, then make the effort to bring romance back into your marriage. Forget the small things; love the big things. Life is short, perhaps shorter than any of us believe. Live each day like it could be your last.

Yes, this event will impact my writing. I want to return to what I love most--writing comedy with Miss Havana. So, after I publish my true WWII story (Ordinary People; Extraordinary Times), I will write the next Miss Havana novel. That one will be called Sisters, and anyone who has read the last book in the series, The Trophy Wife, will understand both the title and the reason I simply MUST write it. 

BTW, my latest novel, Aftermath Horizon, will be released by Eternal Press on November 1, 2015. That one is a young adult romantic adventure. If anyone out there wants to provide an honest review of that novel, I will be happy to send an ARC .pdf copy for that purpose. Just let me know at jhatch6@hot.rr.com.

Thanks for reading,
James L. Hatch   

Saturday, October 10, 2015

A new phone by Jennifer Kacey

So I had to get a new phone. *shudders*
Lots of people love getting a new phone. *shudders*
I am not one of those people. Anything else I'm fine with. Vehicle purchase, real estate, cake walk.
New phone? *shudders*
I'll pass.

But my old phone was literally two messages away from shitting the bed completely and being without a phone is the only thing worse than having to change phones.

So i sucked it up and went last night and got a new one. I'm a droid girl so I got the latest and greatest since I'll be keeping my phone until it turns to dust.

Every time I think I have it all set up I remember four more things I forgot. And that's AFTER I made my gigantic app list from my old phone so I didn't forget anything. Meh!!!

So I raise a glass to everyone whose had to change their phone in the last...two years. I feel your pain.


May I suggest a delicious bite out of the Members Only series to get over the phone changeover trauma........ :P
The books in the Members Only Series can be found here...
Stand Alone

Jennifer Kacey is a writer, mother, and business owner living with her family in Texas. She sings in the shower, plays piano in her dreams, and has to have a different color of nail polish every week. The best advice she’s ever been given? Find the real you and never settle for anything less.

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Friday, October 9, 2015

Book 7 of The Angel Pack Saga

Warning: Excerpt contains adult language.

“Yes! Oh my fucking Gods, yes!” Crew screamed out. “More, Haven. Please don’t stop. I want to feel all of you,” Crew begged.
Well who was he to deny his mate what he wanted? But he would take it slow. No one had ever been able to fit his whole cock inside them and he didn’t want to hurt his mate. Haven pressed forward and slowly inched his way inside Crew’s body. Crew arch up off the bed as his head shook from side to side, and his hands fisted the sheets below him. A moan escaped Crew’s lips that was so damn sexy, that Haven thought he was going to come just from the sound. His cat roared and scratched to claim their mate. He needed to feel the connection, too. Haven’s eyes shifted and turned into his feline’s as he felt his fangs rip through his gums. He closed his eyes, trying to gain control of his cat. His jaw clenched from the breathtaking feeling of Crew’s inner muscles flexing and moving around his shaft, opening to allow his cock to slide in and then gripping him tightly. Haven was in total bliss as he pressed forward. His head fell back on his shoulders, eyes closed, and his mouth open as he panted and moaned his pleasure.
He was so lost in the feeling of being inside his mate and all the emotions swirling around inside him that his eyes flew open in surprise, and his head snapped down, when he felt his balls touch Crew’s ass. He stared at where their bodies were joined and he was lost in the sight. He was fully encased by his mate’s body. Not an inch of his cock was to be seen. His balls pressed against Crew’s smooth skin and his wiry curls mixed with Crew’s as he pressed his groin against his lover’s balls.
Holy motherfucking son of a bitch, sweet ecstasy. How? He was shocked at the sight in front of him. He couldn’t believe he was fully seated inside his mate. His eyes quickly shifted to look at his mate’s face, expecting to see pain and horror there, but instead he found a man who was lost in the pleasure. Crew’s face was relaxed, his eyes closed and lips parted as he panted. Exquisite moans and whimpers escaped his lips. He watched in awe at the sight of his mate’s face. Crew’s eyes opened, his gaze meeting Haven’s, and Haven gasped from the look in his mate’s eyes. They were full of desire, passion, need, and…love. Was that love he was seeing mixed in with all those other emotions?
“Move, Heaven. Please move,” Crew begged. Haven didn’t have the heart to correct his mate when he called him heaven instead of Haven. He could see in Crew’s eyes that he said what he meant. Haven’s heart clenched, then filled with joy―he liked it that Crew called him heaven.
Haven pulled back slowly until just the tip remained and then thrust forward again. Never before had he experienced such intense bliss.
Haven grabbed onto Crew’s hips and began a steady rhythm. As his thrusts increased, Crew began to babble and thrash below him. He begged and pleaded for Haven to take him, to make him his. Haven lowered his body over Crew’s and held himself up by his forearms. He captured Crew’s lips in a heated kiss as his hips began to snap against Crew’s body. Crew threw his arms around Haven’s shoulders and held him tight as he began to move his hips, meeting Haven thrust for thrust. Haven devoured his mate’s mouth. He couldn’t get enough of his taste. He wanted to stay right here inside his mate’s body with his tongue and his cock, as he lay pressed against him, encircled by Crew’s arms.
This was it―this was the pleasure he sought his whole life. He was here and he never wanted to leave it. Crew pulled his lips away and opened his eyes. Beautiful emerald-green eyes stared into his. “Do you feel it too, Haven? Do you feel like you’re finally where you were always meant to be?”
“Yes, baby. I feel it,” Haven whispered in awe. Crew said in words exactly what he was feeling.
“Claim me, Heaven. Make me yours.”
“Heaven, huh?” Haven asked with mirth.
“Yes. You are my heaven. Take me.”
Haven lowered his head and licked the side of Crew’s neck where it met his shoulder and he struck, sinking his teeth into the smooth, delicious flesh of his mate.
Crew’s blood coated his tongue, and Haven finally knew what ambrosia tasted like. One drop, one taste, and he already knew he was addicted to his mate’s blood. His hips thrust faster as he drew more of the intoxicating fluid into his mouth.
Crew’s fingers thrust onto his hair fiercely and tightened on the strands. Haven groaned from the sensation. He felt like he was being claimed at the same time he was claiming. Crew’s body drew him in, and his blood gave him life. There were too many sensations at once, that Haven felt dizzy from it. The feel of Crew’s body pulling him in and wrapping around him. His legs wrapped around Haven’s waist, locking them together, his arms holding him intensely as his fingers kept Haven’s lips pressed against his throat. Their sweaty chests sliding against each other, all mixing in with the incredible taste of his mate, and the intoxicating smell of him surrounding Haven’s head.
His sac pulled tight against his body, and an electric current shot down his spine. He thrust hard one last time, and his body stiffened as his seed exploded out of him, filling his mate’s hole. His body reacted, and he shot a second load, as he felt and smelled Crew’s release between them, as Crew screamed out his name to the heavens.
Envy is part of The Angel Pack, and Beyond the Angel Pack Series. The books should be read in order:
Betrayal, Secrets, Truth, Trust, Dante's Mates (Under Beyond the Angel Pack), Underneath, Viktor's Familiar (Under Beyond the Angel Pack), United, When World's Collide (Under Beyond the Angel Pack), and Envy.
 All titles by Maggie Walsh can be found at: www.bookstrand.com
All titles but Envy can be found on Amazon.com 

Thursday, October 8, 2015

Rewriting: waste of time or sign of growth?

Writers play all kinds of games with themselves to convince themselves to get words on the page, even when they aren’t completely sure what might come next. We say things like “You can’t revise a blank page” or “BISFOKB” (butt in seat, fingers on keyboard)—which says nothing about actually having anything to say J, or “Just write, the words will come”.

While I’ve always agreed with this advice, I’ve never been good at taking it. I hate to rewrite work, which means if I don't know what's coming I will spend a lot of time staring at a blank words document. It’s not even one hundred percent conscious, but more that often when I write something it tends to be set in stone in my mind (which can be really hard when you lose work, to human or computer error). I know I can change anything and everything later on, but I rarely do.

But over the last year I’ve found myself doing more and more rewriting. And I’m not talking about just a few words or phrases here or there, that happens with every story, but huge rewrites of entire scenes.

I think this is occurring for a couple of reasons. One is because I’ve been writing longer works lately. Longer works, mean more complicated stories and characters, that sometimes aren’t completely right the first time. Another is because I’ve been working more on my series, and sometimes I have to make changes to one story to keep it consistent with the other stories.

But I think the biggest reason is because I’m working much harder on being true to my characters.

When I first started writing I was more focused on stories, one thing happens, that forces the next event in the story, and so on and so forth, until you hit happily ever after. I wasn’t focused on the characters as much and what was right for them. not that it didn't matter at all, but I would sometimes bend the characters to make the story work the way I wanted it. Throughout the years (before and after I was published) I’ve worked hard to get more in touch with my characters, to really get to know who they are before I sit down to write (though I don’t always figure it out completely until I’ve got a few scenes down on the screen), and as a result when a scene comes out that doesn’t completely fit with that character, I’m changing it.

I also think it’s about confidence. Now, I have the confidence to know when something isn’t right, I also have the confidence to change it. Over the last five years I’ve learned more, I’ve grown, and I can see when something is wrong and have the confidence that I can fix it. That I can rewrite it better. I can improve it.

So while doing a lot more rewriting might seem like a setback, I think it’s really a sign of growth and development. And even better, realizing this is making me rethink some of the other things in my life. Are other changes, that might on the surface look like setbacks, really signs of growth and maturity that I just don’t see yet? Are they really steps in the right direction?

How about all of you? Have you ever done anything that might to others look like a setback, but you knew was actually a step in the right direction? Maybe quitting a job to start at the bottom again in a field you love, or going back to school? Is there a change you’ve always wanted to make but was to scared if you did it might seem like a setback? Leave your experience in the comments, so we can encourage each other along.

Wednesday, October 7, 2015

Happy Halloween from Harlie

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So its the spookiest time of the year.  I love Halloween.  In Texas, it means that the temps aren't in the 90's, football is here and the days are shorter.  I don't like the spring ahead.  I like my days shorter.  Yes, I'm weird.  Summer in Texas is brutal and as I get older, I'm beginning to really hate it.  High electric bills, Brian gets bored when its too hot to play outside or even go swimming, plus, I'm not into sweating as I walk out the door.

Of course, Brian loves to dress up for Halloween.  He wants to be Marty McFly this year.  He is obsessed with the movies which is great but where in the wide world am I going to find the red puffer vest?  We have everything else.  *sigh*  He never makes it easy on me.  Oh and he's discovered the video "Thriller".  *bangs head*

I wish I could tell you that I'm already drinking my coffee with Pumpkin Spice creamer.  Sadly since I live in a small town its not here yet.  I have to be patient.  Plus, the nearest Stabucks is in Tyler and I don't see myself going to Tyler anytime soon.  I can tell you that I will be getting my Gingerbread creamer in November.  Its always here early.

And lastly, some how I have failed as a mother.  My son doesn't like ANY of the fall scents at all.  Where did I go wrong?

Until next month.  Have a great Halloween!

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Monday, October 5, 2015

Who Said That?

Several years ago I released a romantic comedy called “Anywhere the Heart Goes.” It was about a man and woman who had both been burned in the relationship wars and didn’t really want to get into anything serious. As these stories always go, they went out on a date arranged by two mutual friends, and…I won’t give away what happens in case you want to read it yourself.

I did something different, using quotations about love and relationships to begin each chapter. It was fun to research and a nice way to set up the action. See if you can match the quote with who originally coined it. The answers are at the end of the post. Have fun!

1 – “Marriage is what happens between two people who don’t really know each other.”

2 – “Bachelor: One who is committed to life, liberty, and the happiness of pursuit.”

3 – “I’ve had a perfectly wonderful evening. But this wasn’t it.”

4 – “If at first you don’t succeed, try, try again. Then quit. There’s no sense being a damn fool about it.”

5 – “A kiss is a lovely trick designed by nature to stop speech when words become superfluous.”

6 – “What’s irritating about love is that it’s a crime that requires an accomplice.”

7 – “Relationships are like sharks: if they stop moving, they die.”

8 – “Women need a reason to have sex. Men just need a place.”

9 – “A man can be happy with any woman as long as he does not love her.”

10 – “Love is the triumph of imagination over intelligence.”

11 – “When the candles are out all women are fair.”

12 – “We have all the time in the world.”

13 – “In Genesis, it says that it is not good for a man to be alone; but sometimes it is a great relief.”

14 – “Frailty, thy name is woman!”

15 – “It’s been my experience that just when I think I know ‘where it’s at,’ it’s usually somewhere else.”

16 – “It’s déjà vu all over again.”

17 – “The difference between ‘involvement’ and ‘commitment’ is like an eggs-and-ham breakfast: the chicken was involved, the pig was committed.”

18 – “You better run like hell!”

19 – “Friendship often ends in love, but love in friendship – never.”

20 – “Like the fella once said: ain’t love a kick in the head!”


1 – Oscar Wilde
2 – Tim Smith
3 – Groucho Marx
4 – W. C. Fields
5 – Ingrid Bergman
6 – Baudelaire
7 – Woody Allen
8 – Billy Crystal
9 – Oscar Wilde
10 – H. L. Mencken
11 - Plutarch
12 – Ian Fleming
13 – John Barrymore
14 - Shakespeare
15 – Blake Edwards
16 – Yogi Berra
17 – Anonymous
18 – Pink Floyd
19 – Joseph Caleb Colton
20 – Dean Martin

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Tim Smith is an award-winning, bestselling author whose books range from mystery/thrillers to contemporary erotic romance. His website is www.timsmithauthor.com.