So, DON’T MESS WITH THE MISTLETOE will officially be available for purchase for 1 week this coming Wednesday. By the rules of Dickens authors, the preorder and first-week price of 99 cents will end on 11.8 and go to its regular price of $2.99 per Kindle copy, in time for the next book to be released on 11.8. It’s still available in KU, though, so if you subscribe there, you can read it as part of your subscription.
For everyone else, the price will be $2.99.
So….
Why not get your copy now if you haven’t already done so? I love a book bargain and if it’s for a holiday romance, so much the better! You have 48 more hours to take advantage of the #99cent price, so download your copy now before the time runs out. Here, I’ll make it super easy for you: DMWTM
I’ve said this so many times I’m even annoying myself, but to an author, book reviews are the joy of your life and the bane of your professional existence. Luckily, I haven’t received too many egregious and soul-sucking ones ( although, I have received them!)
My newest book, DON’T MESS WITH THE MISTLETOE, has been receiving overwhelming 5-star reviews from readers. I am beyond thrilled with the response to Michael Charles’ story. Across the board reviewers and readers are thrilled with the HEA I gave this deserving man.
From Goodreads, “This is the perfect small town holiday romance.”
From Amazon: “Loved the characters and the vivid locales. Entertaining situations and banter kept the pages turning. Terrific ending.”
From Bookbub: “What a beautiful Christmas story about family, hope, love, together, happiness, taking a chance of forever along with a little bit of Christmas Magic thrown in for good measure. I loved this book so much and I can’t wait to read more books in the future.”
All 5-star reviews!
If you love a holiday romance as much as I do – and my readers do, grab this one. Right now it’s only 99 cents on Kindle, but in 11.8 it goes to full price. So, save some cash and enjoy a fabulous, heartwarming Holiday romance story, too. And enjoy all the other Dorrit’s Diner Dickens books, as well!
Today’s Friday Five is all about my online Holiday Website and why you should take advantage of it this year.
I’m offering the books way cheaper than the major online retailers. Who doesn’t want to save money during the holidays? LOL
You’ll receive the books autographed. Can’t say that when you order from a commercial retailer.
You have the opportunity to buy one of my handpainted book boxes with your book purchase.
Shopping from the comfort of your home computer is very convenient.
you’re supporting an indie author and a small business with your purchase.
Here’s the link to my store – one caveat – US continental orders only ( NO Hawaii or Canada). Shipping costs are ridiculous. In that instance, it is easier and cheaper to buy the books from a retailer.
Looking for some great books to give as gifts this year? How about getting a little something for yourself but you don’t want to battle the bookstore crowds? NNLight’s got you covered. Their annual Holiday Gift guide has hundreds of books and audiobooks you can scroll through to find the perfect gift.
Today, they’re featuring Contemporary romances, and my newest NYC Socialites book, INFLUENCE is highlighted.
Check out the link, here: GIFTGUIDE to see my book and dozens more!! Happy shopping, kids!
Remember – books makes great gifts!! And if you want to get INFLUENCE at a deep discount, consider shopping in my Website Holiday store.
Just as I’ve done for several years, I am opening my own direct-to-you bookstore so you can purchase my books at a reduced price as gifts for yourself or for the romance reader on your holiday gift list.
Below, you’ll find a list of all the books available this year directly from me.
Each book is $13.00 for the print version and this year I’m offering something else if you plan on gifting the book to someone ( or just keeping it for yourself!!!)
Book Boxes.
I handpaint these boxes for my books to nestle in to keep them safe or to give them to someone as a present.
If you would like one for one of the books I’ve indicated, they are $2.50 each, additionally.
The store will be open from 11.1.2023 until 12.5.2023 so I can get everyone’s books to them in time for the holidays. And just as an aside, this offer is only open to US residents. ( I can’t ship oversees or to Canada because of prohibitive shipping costs.) But you can purchase the books at Amazon and major online dealers.
And to make it even easier, here’s the store’s QR code. Just point your camera at the screen and click on the link. You’ll be taken right to the order form!!! Easy Peasy. ( I try, lol)
Less than 24 hours and this little gem will be released into the Holiday book-reading world! I’m excited Really excited!
Still time to preorder and lock in at the 99cents release price. Here ya go: DMWTM
It’s the holiday season in the tiny town of Dickens and pilot Michael Charles is home for his annual visit. His wanderlust has him itching to get back up in the skies as soon as possible, especially since he’s got a full schedule of rich and famous clients waiting to be transported to warm, exotic locales for the winter.
When his heavily pregnant sisters present him with a plan to give their workaholic mother some time off from managing the family diner, he balks. But one look at how tired the woman who took him into her home and heart is, and Michael agrees to run Dorrit’s Diner for a month so Amy Charles can get some well-deserved rest.
He’ll be back in the skies by the New Year.
The diner staff functions like a well-oiled machine, most of them long-term employees. The exception is new waitress Julia Maryland. The beautiful blonde has a past filled with heartache, a charming six-year-old daughter, and a smile Michael could spend the day getting lost in. But starting a relationship with her wouldn’t be wise because his visit is temporary and Julia seems like a permanent kind of girl.
When a family emergency requires him to rethink and reassess his life, Michael wonders if it’s time he becomes a permanent kind of man.
Happy Halloween kids! Hope your candy bucket will be filled to the brim tonight, lol!
Today, a Tuesday tease from one of my PNR books, befitting the day.
I wrote The Sheriff & The Psychic in about 2 weeks a while back, put it in a computer file, and then forgot about it. When I found it last year I thought it was pretty good ( if I do say so) after re-reading it, and decided to self-publish it. At the time, Magnolia Print had just launched so i sent it to them. Pretty quick I got a response they wanted it and within 2 months it was on the shelves.
Fast, I know.
So, today I’m celebrating that quick rise to publication with a little snippet. Since it’s Halloween, a story about a psychic sounds about right, no? Hee Hee
Here ya go. Enjoy….
The stinging started in her nail beds, and like lightning, shot upward. Leaning back in the chair, she removed her fingers from the keyboard. The burning turned to a cold, wet, numbing. Behind closed eyes, she gave the vision, cloudy at best, time to take shape.
The colors were green. Iris colored one moment, holly-hued the next. Through the haze, she heard a sound, familiar and yet not. A call, distinct and heart-wrenching, for help. Not a human voice. It was too deep, too guttural to be human. An animal, maybe. But what kind?
The clouds moved. A clearing surrounded by what looked like a forest materialized. Thick, rich grass shot up, tall and strong, from fertile soil. The sweet smell of chlorophyll was potent. Suddenly, her eyes began to burn. The cloud dispersed, and flashes of sunlight prevailed.
Then she saw it, almost buried in the thick turf.
The animal’s mid-section rose and fell rapidly, heaving, the breathing labored and hard. The call sounded again, a lonely foghorn with no shoreline in sight. The animal’s nostrils flared, the massive, bulging, red tongue sagging to one side. There was a branding mark on the flank, plain and legible.
A freezing chill iced through her. Death, final and bleak, solidified through her senses..
The scene began to shift, dimming. The fog once again engulfed her senses.
Abruptly, all went black. The animal, the meadow, and the trees ceased to exist.
Silvestra opened her eyes and stared down at her hands. They were cold, and rigid, the nail beds cyanotic, frozen. Flexing them a few times, trying to get the blood back into them, she sighed heavily.
A great weariness swallowed her whole, but she refused to succumb to its strength. Getting up from the chair on legs shaky with fatigue, she moved to the phone. Hesitating only once, she forced herself to dial.
It has to be done. I have no choice.
~~
Cal drove with a reckless speed he couldn’t put a name to.
When Silvestra called, her voice sounding so tired, so fatigued, a spear of passion, razor-sharp, ripped through to his soul. He had to get to her. Fast.
Throwing the car into park, he tore from it in one brisk motion. Jake met him at the opened front door.
“Come on in, Cal. Shy’s in the den with Mabel.”
“Is she all right?” he asked, removing his hat. “When she called, I thought something happened to one of you.”
Jake ran a hand through his thick salt and pepper hair and sighed. “No, we’re fine. But Shy’s, well, she’s a little out of it right now. Always gets that way after…”
“After what?”
The older man stared up at the Sheriff and shook his head. “Think I’ll let her tell you.”
They entered a spacious wood-paneled room. Cal’s eyes immediately were drawn to the small petite body, lying across an oversized floral couch. Seeing how pale and languid she was, formed a lump in his throat.
“Cal,” Mabel said, with a small smile. “Thanks for coming. Here’s the Sheriff now, darlin’. Tell him what happened.”
When she turned towards him, his heart stopped. A deep line of worry was etched into her delicate forehead. The elegantly shaped hands he’d held in his own just hours before were trembling. The dictates of his job were pushed from his mind. All he could think about was gathering her up into his arms, and holding her until all the worry, all the dread washed away. An unfamiliar feeling shot through him like a bullet.
Protection.
He wanted to protect this woman, shelter and shield this wonderfully desirable woman, for the rest of his life.
Silvestra tried to sit up. The effort looked almost too much for her.
Crouching next to the couch, Cal cradled one of her hands in his and said, “Why don’t you just lie here and tell me what happened, Silvestra.
Dull eyes looked up at him.
Taking a deep breath, she began. “I was working down at the guest house. Suddenly, my hands started to go numb. That’s the way it usually starts, with a tingling in my hands.”
“The way what starts?” he asked, rubbing icy knuckles with the pads of his fingers.
Hesitating for a moment, lips trembling, she swallowed.
“It’s okay, Shy,” Mabel said. “Cal will understand.”
Silvestra stared up at him. “My visions. I can see…things…in my mind. Things…other people can’t.”
He stared at her for a moment, his eyes briefly widening. “Go on.”
“When my hands go cold like that, I know something is going to come to me. I can’t fight the visions, they’re too powerful. They come whether I want them to or not. I sat back and let this one come. That’s when I saw the cow.”
“The Bolton cow? The dead one?”
Chestnut-colored waves shook around her head. “No, another one. Similar, but different. The brand on the flank read CR. A large curlicue C with the R inside the opening.”
“That’s the Cambdon ranch, out by Winchester,” Cal said. “Was the cow alive or dead?”
Running her tongue over her lips she said, “Dying. I watched it take its last breath.”
“Here, darlin’ have some of this.” Mabel gave her a glass filled with an icy liquid.
“What does this mean?” Cal asked after she’d taken a large draft. “Is this something that’s happened, will happen, what?”
“The cow is dead, of that I’m sure. And I don’t think it died like the Bolton one.”
Cal kept his face calm as years of law training had taught him. “How then?”
“The feeling is hazy, but I don’t sense it was a natural death. And there might have been another one with it. I can’t be sure. Everything went dark before I could see more, but I think I can describe where it was. The area’s very distinctive.”
“Go ahead.” He took out a small notepad and began jotting down what she told him, her voice breaking once from fatigue. Cal stopped writing, and gave the glass back to her, prodding her to drink.
“I know that place. It’s part of the Cambdon ranch,” he said. “Out on the back border of the property.”
Standing, Cal addressed Jake. “I’ll swing out there right now and see what’s up.”
“I’m going with you,” Silvestra said, rising from the couch.
“That isn’t necessary.”
When she set her lips into a thin, firm line, he was at once enticed and angered. The stubborn tilt of her square chin made Cal’s mouth water. He wanted to trace his lips down and around its edge.
“Shy’s done stuff like this before, Cal,” Jake said. “Helped police with investigations and such. She’s used to seeing unpleasant things if that’s what’s worrying you.”
Cal remained silent, staring at Silvestra. Even as she pulled herself up off the couch, he could see how unsteady and wobbly her legs were.
“It’s true, Cal,” Mabel said. “And she might be able to help.”
He continued to stare, silently weighing their words. Silvestra squared her small shoulders and for a second he felt a sense of pride at the unyielding caste in her yellow eyes. Then, the Sheriff saw something else, something he’d not noticed previously: strength.
“You can come. But when we get there, keep out of the way. Understand?”
Silvestra nodded.
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Maybe psychics are your jam. I’ve got ya covered, especially if you like a hunky cowboy, too. The SHERIFF & THE PSYCHIC will satisfy you, no doubt!
And if short stories are your preferred reading, along with death, retribution, murder and just plain creepiness, try my collection DEATH BETWEEN THE PAGES
With Halloween just around the proverbial corner, I figured now was a good time to remind you I’ve got some of my own spooky books available for purchase!.
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