Photo of the day, day 16

People come into your lives for a reason, a season, or a lifetime. The artist who painted me today’s photo is life-time keeper.

The first day of kindergarten, my daughter made a forever friend. Luckily the young lady’s mother became one of mine, as well. I watched this 5-year-old grow into an inquisitive, lovely, and funny child, teenager, and then woman. Along the way, she found her passion in photography and art. As an aside, my professional headshot picture was taken by her. Several years ago when I embarked on this writing journey she painted me today’s photo. It’s a little play on words because you can interpret it two ways: as write, being I must write now, and as a just do it – right now! I love that.

If you’re looking for an amazing photographer for a family shoot or a wedding, you can contact her here: STEPHANIE RITA PHOTO

If you’re looking for some amazing art to line home, you can view her stuff here: Stephanie Rita Creative

She truly is a lifetime keeper!

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Photo of the day, day 15

As a writer, I am first a voracious reader. I love reading books about the craft of writing and try to get in at least 4 or five new ones every year.

Under the title WHAT I’M READING NOW is this new little gem I picked up the other day. I am almost done with it. For a romance writer, tropes are something I think about all the time when I am starting a new story or trying to figure out why one I’m writing isn’t working.

This book is very easy to read and chock full of examples of tropes in the movie world, books, and every day life. Love that!

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New release: BEN ( The Dawsons of Montana) by Jan Scarbrough

On January 17, a new book by my friend Jan Scarbrough hits the book-reading world – and you don’t want to miss it! Jan is prolific writer and embodies that old saw write what you know!

Here’s a little about BEN and Jan….

Blurb:

Ben Dawson is a loner with a chip on his shoulder as big as the blue Montana skies he rides under every day. His widowed father’s marriage had been too quick, his stepbrother is a pain, and his stepmother turned his mother’s family ranch into a dude ranch. Ben has only returned to Six Buckles Guest Ranch to keep a promise to his late father, to watch over the ranch and his stepmother. He’s not there to get involved in a relationship, especially with a girl he knew back in high school.

Leigh Weston just wants to do her job as an event planner at Six Buckles and stay far away from entanglements. No good has ever come from them. Her father cheated on her mother, just like her ex-husband cheated on her. Her reunion with Ben leads to more than she expected, but she’s not ready to risk her heart. She exacts a promise from him that their relationship will be strictly hands-off. But when she needs a fake date to an event, Ben looks like the perfect choice. He understands the boundaries she’s set, right?

But even fake dates can ignite real romances. Are some promises worth breaking if it leads to a second chance at love?

Buy Link: https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B09PVFQT4B

Release Date 1/17/2022

Whether it is the Bluegrass of Kentucky, the mountains of Montana, or Medieval England, Jan Scarbrough brings you home with romances from the heart.

Hi! My name is Jan Scarbrough. After a life-threatening illness when I was thirty-eight, I decided it was time to make my dream of being a novelist come true. So, I did!

I’ll print my website biography, then comment on it so you’ll get to know me better.

The author of two popular Bluegrass series, Jan writes heartwarming contemporary romances about home and family, single moms and children, and if the plot allows, about another passion—horses. Living in the horse country of Kentucky makes it easy for Jan to add small town, Southern charm to her books and the excitement of a Bluegrass horse race or a competitive horse show.

“They” say to write what you know. I live in Kentucky, so I set many of my books in my home state. I’ve been a single mom and raised two children. I like to ride American Saddlebred horses, so some of my books involve the horse show world. I also own a very small percentage (think ½ per cent) of a few thoroughbred racehorses. I’ve stood with other owners in the paddock of Churchill Downs and walked with them to the owner’s seats. I haven’t been in the winner’s circle yet for a group picture, but there’s time.

The Ghost Mountain Ranch series contains a trilogy of three contemporary western books with a good blend of mystery and happily-ever-after romance.

You need to read at least three books of the Ghost Mountain Ranch series to find “who done it.”

I have two contemporary western series on KindleUnlimited. The Dawsons of Montana series is about the ramifications of a father’s death on his family. My new release BEN is the fourth book in the series.

Jan leaves her contemporary voice behind with two paranormal gothic romances, Timeless and Tangled Memories, a Romance Writers of America (RWA) Golden Heart finalist. Her historical romance, My Lord Raven, is a medieval story of honor and betrayal.

Most of my writing career I couldn’t decide what I wanted to write, so besides contemporary romances, I wrote two gothic romances and one medieval. I love all three of these books.

A member of Novelist, Inc., Jan self-publishes her books with her husband’s help.

Without Bill’s help, I couldn’t self-publish my titles. He’s the tech guy. I have a great editor named Karen. That’s my team. I hope you’ll download a few of my books and tell me what you think at jan@janscarbrough.com.

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Photo of the day, day 14

in 2021 I did a weekly post called #mugshotmonday because I have sososo many mugs. This one, though, is among my favs.

First of all it’s a 24 ouncer so I can have 2 cups of whatever at a time. That’s the glutton in me.

But second and mostly, it really epitomizes my motto for the last few years, ever since I got my first book published by The Wild Rose Press.

Never give up on a dream, kids, because you don’t know who’s listening to it and who wants to make it come true for you.

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Photo of the day, day 13

DO you have an ALEXA? Do you find her helpful or wickedly annoying? LOL

This one was given to me for Christmas several years ago by my daughter. It’s synced to my phone so that’s why my picture is on full display. I must say there are times I adore having her for the ease and swiftness I can get information from her like, how many cups in a half-gallon, which I needed to know for a recipe. Or what’s the weather like in… where we are traveling that day.

Other times? I want to yank her plug from the wall. We can’t say her name anywhere in the house without hearing, HOW CAN I HELP YOU? boom from her. It’s pretty creepy, actually. Hubby and I have taken to spelling her name out when we refer to her.

Who says technology makes your life simpler? I never did, that’s for sure.

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Photo of the day, day 12

Namaste Kitty resides in a sunny corner of my backyard. Beneath the statue are the remains of my beloved, crazy-ass cat Felina who lived to the age of 18. When she passed away in my daughter’s bedroom one warm and bright summer day, my heart broke in two and has never fully recovered.

Felina Catina Jaeger came to us at barely 8 weeks old from the Human Society when my daughter turned 6 years old. From the moment she entered the house she was best buds with my 7 year old Lab, Ella and never left either her side or my daughter’s. She’d sleep on our beds, under the covers if we let her, on us, across us and always with us.

The day I had to call my daughter in her apartment and let her know Felina had passed is one of the bottom 5 days of my life.

They leave us much too soon, kids. Much too soon.

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#TeaserTuesday, 1.11.2021

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From the upcoming MIX & MATCH, dropping on 3.1.2022

“What’s wrong with this one?” Donovan asked when she shook her head. “Seems fine to me.”

“It’s too hard.” Jasmine pressed down on the mattress with both hands and met resistance.

“Aye, and you said the other was too soft. I feel like we’re starring in a Grimm’s tale instead of shopping for a guest bedroom mattress.”

“You don’t want your parents or anyone else who comes to visit to be uncomfortable, do you?”

“No. But we’ve been to three stores already and found nothing to your liking.”

“That’s why they call it shopping.” She rolled her eyes. “You can’t pick the very first one you see. You’ve got to shop around. You’ve got to try them out. You don’t buy a car without taking it for a test drive to see how it handles, do you? A bed is the same way.”

“What do you propose we do to take it for a drive? Sleep on it?”

“Don’t be snide. Here.” She led him to one labeled comfort sleeper. After pressing down on it with her hands and noting how firm, yet supple it was, she said, “This one looks promising. Lie down.”

“What? Here? On that?”

“How else are you going to know how it feels?” She sat on the bed, bounced a few times, then assumed a supine position, her feet pointed toward the bottom. Patting the mattress, she said, “Come on. Hop on. Take it for a spin.”

With his hands fisted on his hips and his brows glued together over his eyes, he shook his head. Then he shrugged and settled down next to her.

They were on a bare, king-sized mattress in the middle of a commercial bed store, surrounded by other shoppers and salespeople. It never occurred to Jasmine there was anything remotely sexual about reclining on the bed with him.  They were merely shopping for an item he needed.

The moment his back hit the mattress and he turned his head to look at her, that notion flew out the proverbial window and her pulse started racing. 

The bed was big enough they could stretch out their arms and only barely touch fingers, but to Jasmine it suddenly felt small and intimate.

Too intimate.

She bolted upright then threw her legs over the side so she could sit on the edge. For some reason sitting on the bed seemed less… carnal.

“Aye, this feels brilliant,” he said. “More comfortable and cushy than me own bed, for sure.”  Donovan was oblivious to her discomfort as he rolled side to side, testing the coils and springs.

Jasmine stood, her face feeling as if she’d stayed out in the sun for days.

“Can I help you two?” A salesman with an I-hope-to-make-a-sale cheek-wide smile approached them.

Donovan pulled off the bed to stand. The salesman stuck out his hand, which Donovan took.

“If you two are looking for a bed that’s gonna last a lifetime, you’ve found it,” he said. “I’ve gotten letters from dozens of couples who’ve told me how pleased they are with this mattress brand. Everyone from the kids who come in on cold mornings to cuddle to the pets who find their way at the bottom of the bed during the night love the comfort of this brand.”

For some reason Jasmine felt the urge to clarify the situation.

“Oh, we’re not together.”

“I thought—”

“I mean, we’re together, here and now, just not together like a couple. The bed’s not for us. It’s for him.” She pointed at Donovan. “For his guest bedroom. His parents are coming for an extended visit and he wants them to be comfortable. We’re not a couple. Just friends,” she added.

Donovan’s brows were kissing again by the time she finished babbling. The salesman’s smile dimmed, when he turned his attention to Donovan.

With a nod, Van explained what he was looking for in the way of cost and availability.

Me thinks the lady doth protest too much, hee hee!

here’s the preorder link if you’re intrigued: https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B09P48WPZC

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Photo of the day, day 11

I always show you Maple’s puppy stew when it’s already in the containers. This is what it looks like when it’s cooking. Today was cooking day. I have enough for the next 21 days now. She gets fed this every morning and since day 1 of giving it to her she’s had no more diarrhea, skin allergies, or weepy eyes.

Here’s a quick funny story.

You all know I cook every week for my parents. I usually do It on Mondays. A few months ago I was cooking Maples stew at the same time I was cooking my parents’ meals for the week.

After I delivered them I got a call from my mother saying, “Peggy, that stew you made was the most delicious stuff ever.” I was baffled because I hadn’t made them stew that week. Then it hit me: I must have given them some of Maple’s food by mistake.

Of course, I didn’t tell her she was eating the dog’s food. I may be dumb at times but I’m never stupid!!

Here’s the recipe if your dog has severe allergies to EVERYTHING like mine does.

2lbs skinless, deboned chicken pieces

2 lbs stew meat, or lamb cut into bite-sized pieces

2 28 ounce cans of diced tomatoes

1 lb shelled peas

1lb green beans

1 lb cut carrots

3 large sweet potatoes, peeled, and chopped

2 cups barley or brown rice ( i alternate every month)

1 teaspoon oregano

2 cups cut squash ( if you want)

1 lb corn kernals ( if you want. Some dogs don’t digest corn well)

Place everything in a stew pot. Cover with water until just covered. Bring to a boil then once it is, cover and simmer for 2.5 hours or until meat and veggies are very tender ( no longer than 3 hours).

Place into individual containers and freeze. I have 2 cup containers. Defrost one per day. Maple gets hers as her breakfast.

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Photo of the day, day 10

Remember I showed you my Aerogarden the other day? This is the scaled-down, garden herbs version that I bought last year on one of the VIEW’S Deal of the day for 1/2 price. You’re supposed to grow herbs in it. I choose to grow lettuce.

You all may be asking HOW MUCH LETTUCE CAN 2 PEOPLE EAT? but’s it’s really 3 people.

Well, 2 humans and a dog. Every night for supper Maple has a salad of lettuce, chopped carrots and either salmon or chicken.

Spoiled much?

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#SundaySnippet 1.9.2022

from the upcoming MIX & MATCH 3.1.2022

https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B09P48WPZC

The Friday night social scene in Heaven N.H. wasn’t the eclectic, happening, busy one she’d grown used to while living in Manhattan. She and her ex had routinely made Friday a date night when his work schedule allowed and they’d attended many a packed jazz bar or bistro over the years. Mood lighting, expensive décor and a drink menu that boasted thousand dollar bottles of wine and champagne had been the norm, along with cocktails going for upwards of twenty-five dollars a glass.

The Love Shack, Heaven’s own answer to the bar scene, was a wooden, rustic, brightly lit establishment with butcher block tables covered in gingham tablecloths and where the most expensive bottle of wine topped out at sixteen dollars. The costliest cocktail served was a four dollar cranberry Cosmo that was heavy on the Ocean Spray and light on the vodka and Cointreau.

Jasmine scanned the bar where Olivia told her her date would be waiting. There were three men scattered down along the rail. Two she recognized from high school and one guy whose face she couldn’t see because his back was to her. When he turned she realized immediately this was not the man she was due to have drinks with.First there was no way this guy was 36 years old. Her mother would have called him Gramps.Clue number two was the wedding band on the hand holding his beer. It was so tight, the skin surrounding it swollen, his knuckle hair squeezed around it, indicating it had been there for decades.Nope. This wasn’t her guy. A cursory glance around the place showed most of the tables were taken with couples.Her date had yet to arrive.

“Hey, Jazz,” the bartender and owner, Kick Loomis said from his perch drying beer glasses behind the bar.

“Kick.”

“You squattin’ or sittin’, sweetheart?”She’d been in the place enough times in her life to know he meant was she going to sit at the bar or take a table.

Jasmine was self-conscious enough she didn’t want to be seated on a bar stool, sitting alone while waiting for her date, especially when one of the guys she’d gone to school with tossed her an inquiring eye and a raised eyebrow. She didn’t want to get into a how-you-doing-what-you-been-up-to-since-high school chat. If her memory served, and it always did, the guy had been one of the football heroes of Heaven High back in the day. Those glory days were long gone and she had no desire to listen to him dredge them up.

She spotted an empty table in the corner and nodded toward it.

“I’ll send Raylynn over with a menu.”

She nodded and as she was about to head for it felt a tap on her arm.

“Excuse me. Jasmine?”

She turned at the sound of her name, spoken in a deep, soft voice blessed with a charming accent and found herself face to face with the gorgeous guy she’d spotted in her mom’s office. The one Sharmaine had been sucked on to like a tick

.Good Lord, he was even better looking up close and personal than he’d been, seated, and ten feet away from her. Stunning blue eyes, the color of freshly laid Robin’s eggs topped a face with high cut cheeks and a jaw forged from granite. Midnight hair curled around his ears and caressed the nape of his neck. Layered waves fell across his head in a chaos of perfection.

She’d been right about his height. Most men she could stare straight in the eyes due to her own long legs. But she had to tilt her head back a bit to look into this man’s striking ones.“You are Jasmine, aye?” Even his voice was gorgeous, the song of Ireland singing through it.

She nodded, her own voice deciding now would be a good time to leave on vacation. And when his smile took a slow stroll from one corner of his full, thick lips to the other, showing perfect, straight white teeth, the tips of her fingertips began to tingle like she’d fallen asleep on them and spent the night with them cuddled beneath the weight of her body.

He-of-the-handsome-face stuck out his hand and declared, “Good. Olivia said to meet you here. Donovan Boyd, but everyone calls me Van. Lovely to meet you.”

Jasmine knew she should shake his hand. It was the polite thing to do, wasn’t it? For some reason, her brain wasn’t sending any signals down her arm to lift it up to his outstretched one.

Donovan, or Van, kept his hand out, his smile in place, and ticked his head to the left a hair. A clap of booming laughter rang out from somewhere behind her and finally propelled the gears in her brain to start turning again.

After a head shake where she actually heard her brains rattle, she extended her hand and slipped it into his.

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