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Welcome Sandra Jones! 6

Welcome Sandra Jones to Everybody Needs A Little Romance! (and so sorry this post came up late!)

HerWickedCaptain72lg (1)Her Wicked Captain

River Rogues #1

By: Sandra Jones

Releasing November 4, 2014

Samhain Publishing




She played right into his hands.

Possessing uncanny people-reading skills like her mama, Philadelphia “Dell” Samuels has spent thirteen years in her aunt’s rustic Ozarks home, telling fortunes over playing cards and trying to pass as white. But the treacherous Mississippi River childhood her mama dragged her away from finally catches up to her on a steamboat captained by her old friend Rory Campbell.

Known to his crew as the Devil’s Henchman, Rory is a gambler in need of a miracle. Following the cold trail of his boss’s wife and bastard daughter, Dell, Rory has only one goal in mind: saving his crew from the boss’s cruelty by ruining him. The only one who can defeat the Monster of the Mississippi is the man trained to take his place. Rory’s convinced he can lure his boss into a high-stakes game against a rival, and with Dell’s people-reading skills, the monster will lose everything.

Under Rory’s tutelage and protection, Dell agrees to the tortured captain’s plan. Passion and peril quickly bring them together as lovers. But when Rory’s plan goes awry, the lives of the innocent depend on Dell’s ability to read the situation correctly—and hopefully save them all.


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Historical romance author Sandra Jones was born and raised in Arkansas. She loves living in a cabin overlooking White River where she enjoys watching eagles and dreaming about the adventurous frontiersmen who once traveled past in steamboats. When she’s not reading, writing or researching, she’s the cook for her cranky old tom cat, her husband of more than 25 years, and her two grown sons. She also loves to chat with her fans.

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If he hadn’t introduced himself, Dell wouldn’t have recognized him. Her childhood memories came in spurts and flickers like sparks drifting up from a burning log, to vanish into the void of a black sky. She recalled how big everything had seemed—her mama’s dressing room, the nice bed where she slept the day away, and the giant paddle wheels as the steamboats came into port. How the kids would come running from the city streets to gather around each arriving ship like a swarm of giddy flies, and the older girls would wave at her friend—her playmate, Rory.

“Gory Rory. You ate a pollywog catfish? Ew!” She’d once teased. Gory Rory? Had she really called him that?

Presently, the captain’s strong arms went around her as he lifted her over the rail. His hands lingered on her sides a moment past propriety.

Flushing, she stepped aside. “Thank you.”

He winked at her and helped hoist the rest of the party up from the keelboat onto the packet’s leaning deck. Standing behind her cousins, Dell could still feel the branding on her ribs where his hands had touched her. She willed herself not to panic, but her pulse fluttered wildly at the base of her throat. She couldn’t hide, nor could she return to the riverbank, though every second she stood under his nose was another second he might recognize her.

She couldn’t allow that to happen.

The steamboat’s whistle rattled to life, and she jerked as if she’d been shot, grabbing the rail. The deafening roars and metallic tones sounded overhead as she gritted her teeth. She vaguely recalled standing too near as a babe, and now fought the instinct to cover her ears like the wailing brat she’d been back then.

For whatever reason, her mama had moved her hundreds of miles away, leaving their home and her husband, Quintus Moreaux. Now here was his former ward, Rory Campbell, standing more than six foot tall with wide shoulders and a rogue’s grin, less than eight feet away.

He and the freedman gave the final visitor, Mr. Gaskin, a boost onto the boat. The lumber mill owner joked that he’d gladly salvage the boards of the vessel, to which Rory declined with rich laughter and clapped a hand on his back.

The shy Rory that Dell remembered had soft, boyish round cheeks, and wasn’t able to put together more than two words around her pretty mother. The confident man standing before them now wore a shadow of golden whiskers on a rigid jaw, but he had the same eyes, the color of green bottle glass lit by sunlight. While the others headed for the bow, her former friend singled her out, sharing his infectious smile.

He bowed slightly, gesturing with his hat. “Ladies first.”

Dell ran unsteady hands down the pleats of her dusty clothes to chase away the twinges of her stomach. She mustn’t call attention to herself. If she lost her composure, he would surely figure out she was Eleanor’s bastard daughter, fathered by one of Moreaux’s black workers. One word from him about her mixed blood, and the town would turn on her.

“Thank you,” she murmured again and glided past, keeping her head down. She felt his measuring gaze, and her chest heated in response.

Sarah and Nathaniel were just steps ahead with the preacher, weaving from the rail, straining to see as much of the vessel as possible. Dell hurried to catch up. Rory’s tread creaked ominously on the deck behind her.

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Paranoia leads to discovery 26

First I should explain that I’ve been on deadline, and so busy living inside my head, that spare time is not something I possess. I have my favorite things to do, and not so favorite things to do. If I have to come out of my make believe world, (it’s certainly not to watch the news), I love to play bridge, beat my husband in Gin Rummy (occasionally), spend time with family and walk our new dog Charley. Still, if you really, really want to sentence me to hard labor—make me go shopping.

I’ve never understood the fascination of going from store to store to discover a bargain. Several of my friends do it, and they wear the cutest things ever. When I ask, “Oh, where’d you get that?” one said, Dillards. “I saw it, waited for it to go on sale, waited for the price to drop even lower, and now I’m the proud owner.”


Who has the time to stalk Dillards? Not only time but desire? I have neither. I thought I was a total genius shopping on line. I had Norton after all, I have Lifelock, I was perfectly safe. Or so I thought. Suddenly, I had a buildup of malware that, while technically not a virus, really slowed and damaged my computer. Then this little charming event happened – Desperate to restore my system and not go shopping for a new computer, I contacted one of those on-line companies that claims it can speed up your computer and you’ll never have malware again. I mean, it sounded so promising. I was so tired of seeing something I was looking at appearing on the right side of my Facebook page. I said let’s go for it.

Suddenly, though, the price went from $50 to $200+, and the computer guy said we can really get rid of all the problems on your computer. I said no thank you. He said okay fine, and since I stupidly, stupidly had given him the remote on my computer, everything on my computer really went haywire.

I took my laptop to my local computer dealer, who rolled his eyes and said, when you turned them down they infected you with a Trojan virus. You should have come to us in the first place. (Anyone see the Good Wife last week?) The storyline revolved around a Russian cyber hijacker who encrypted the firm’s files on its network computers and charged them $50,000 to restore it. Of course, Kalinda and the FBI got involved and the writers were genius and the blackmailer got his comeuppance. But here’s the catch, I don’t have Kalinda or the FBI at my disposal!

I’m truly paranoid now. I’m hesitant to log on to any on line shopping stores, even though my computer people have loaded Kaspersky now and my computer allegedly is clean as a baby’s behind. It’s a scary world out there. I read recently that President Obama is asking companies like Target and Home Depot to beef up its security. But what about stiff/staunch prison time for these cyber bad guys?

Stand from Tuesday morningMy laments do have a happy ending. I’ve had no choice but to go shopping in my city.  I have friends who have exquisite taste to my bleh taste.  They love to go shopping (on purpose!) I take them with me.  They bring clothes to my dressing room and say what about this?  It’s magical and a win/win for perpetual shoppers and for me!

Another thing I’ve discovered is Tuesday Morning and the Dollar Store. I have a shamrock plant that was taking over my counter and dining room table.  I needed new dishes to match my kitchen remodel.  Tuesday Morning (yes, you have to go back several times) has great prices and some incredible finds.Queen Imari Dishware

In October I attended Colorado Romance Writers tea. I needed to provide swag to nine people who were sitting at my table.  To my relief, I discovered The Dollar Store.  In this picture you see a cute little Coke glass.  I filled it with Hershey kisses.  What’s more, the Dollar Store had gift bags for – get this $1.00!  Then, I made another discovery.  In December, I’m hosting a baby shower.  The Dollar Store has invitations, cups and plates for – are you ready for it?  $1.00.  I spent $16 dollars in preparation for this shower, and the accoutrements are adorable.Dollar Store swag

I suspect I’m going to be paranoid for some time to come. I refuse to make it easy on these criminals.  If that means not shopping on line, and shopping in person, I’ll do it.  I hope my experience will help you to #1 not do what I did, and #2 find some real bargains while you’re shopping.

Happy Monday!

~ Donnell


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What a Ride!!! 4

It has been so much fun being a part of this blog over the last few years but now it’s time for me to say goodbye.   I have been a huge reader all my life but had never written a review before I joined this group.  I have always loved sharing my books with other’s and this gave me the perfect and opportunity and format.  I have learned a lot over the years and have gotten to know and become friends  with several writers that I would not have met otherwise.

Things have gotten so crazy between work and home that I just can’t keep up with it all so I had to give up something.  I will always  read and share my love of books with others (especially my little monkey).

I will continue to follow the blog, i love hearing about things going on in everyone’s lives.   Good luck to each and everyone of you and I hope you all have long and wonderful career and life.

I thought I would share a couple of pix of our angel from Disney.  Good luck all.

Lilly #1 9-9-14


Lilly #2 9-10-14

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Guilt Is My Motivator… 2

It’s Saturday morning and I am feeling a little rushed. I have several things to do before I leave town and now the kids are asking me to fix breakfast. Which I sort of promised my son I would do while chatting with him on Facebook last night. Because I felt guilty. Sort of.

I was raised that the woman of the house cared for the children. She was expected to clean the house, feed the animals, make the meals, shop for the groceries, pay the bills, do the laundry, wash the dishes, and basically manage the household while the man of the house went to work and brought home the money. Yeah. Nice idea. Let’s fast-forward to today’s expectations shall we?!

The reality is that I have worked all of my life. I took some time off when my youngest was born and stayed home while my husband worked outside of the house, but when The Princess turned three I went searching for a job that would fit in with their schedules, was something I enjoyed doing, and that paid fairly decently.

That’s when I discovered bus driving. I had been a courier for years before the girls were born, so driving a bus seemed like a great way to earn better pay and still do something I enjoyed, which is driving.  So I became a school bus driver and then moved over to driving transit, where I have remained for over 17 years. When I got behind that wheel I received better pay but there were sacrifices along the way I couldn’t foresee, one of which was the long hours that I wasn’t home. Missing out on family time because I was at work late. Not taking The Princess to her first day of kindergarten because I couldn’t get the day off from work. Things that I couldn’t repeat and won’t ever get back. These sort of things still haunt me to this day.

Because of this, I have guilt issues. Granted, driving transit bus has helped me attain many of my life’s goals. I drive a nice SUV, my girls were able to go to private school, and we own our home. On the flip side, transit is not a family-friendly career. The hours suck and when you are on the bottom of the totem pole you get whatever crappy schedule comes down to you and are grateful for it, because otherwise you are stuck working extra board where you have no idea what schedule you will have from day to day or what days off you might get. If my husband hadn’t decided to stay home with the kids I could have never done it. And there is the kicker.

See, we had this deal. My husband and I met while working in a group home together. I actually worked at one house and he worked at the other. We saw first hand the damage that can be done to children by those that are supposed to be the ones caring for them.  We also realized that there is no reason to have children if one of us isn’t going to be home to raise them–why would I give my children to a stranger for the better part of the day to care for them and pay them to do so? So we decided that whomever had the better paying job when we decided to have kids would be the one to work and the other one would stay home. When I started driving bus that person became me and I have earned the main income for almost twenty years now. But at what price?

My husband became a house husband. I still dealt with the girls most of the time–getting them off to school, taking them to functions, etc, but he was the one who was home when they got out of school. He did the laundry, the dishes, paid bills, and even cooked dinner! He stayed home until the youngest turned eleven, then came to work with me and now he also drives transit bus.

It worked for us but we caught a lot of flack for it. He did things outside the home to earn money but no one saw it except me. Before the big craze on TV about buying and selling storage units hit he made a decent living flipping units. My family especially didn’t understand. Like I said, I was raised that the man of the house was the major bread winner, but I never quite fit into that mold and I was seen as a nonconformist most of my life because of it.

Anyway–back to the guilt. Because of the kind of hours I work I am not home in the mornings. Weekends are the only time I can make my family a nice breakfast but with everyone’s busy schedules it doesn’t always work out that we will all be home to enjoy it.  The Princess is at work this morning. My “son” is on the couch trying to catch a little shut eye, having worked the graveyard shift at his job, and now he is here to help his “dad” get a few things done around the house and yard.  My oldest daughter and I are leaving for LA at noon to go to a concert, and when we come home tomorrow the husband and I are leaving on a little trip to South Lake Tahoe for the vacation we didn’t get to take when my dog Cash got stolen. I am packed and ready to go but still have things to do and now I should make breakfast. Because I feel guilty for all the times I didn’t get to. And I have a grand daughter that lives with me now who needs to have those same memories that her auntie and her “Mom-Mom” have of Nanny making breakfast on the weekends… Sigh…

So how does guilt motivate you? What kinds of things can others guilt you into doing? How do you cope with all of the things you HAVE to do versus the the things you WANT to do? Which one wins?

Okay–it’s now 10 AM. I am going into the kitchen to make a big stack of pancakes, kiss my grand baby, take a shower, and get the heck out of Dodge because I hate the traffic in LA and it’s a five hour trip just to get there! Guilt will be assuaged and I can leave with a clear conscious!! I will let you know how this all turns out next week…   :)


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My Brain Runs on Energizer

My Brain Runs on Energizer 14

Last Friday, I went to the New Jersey Romance Writers Put Your Heart in a Book Conference. Despite living only three hours away and always having a decent-sized group of local writers in attendance to hang with, this was the first time in 20 years that I attended.

(I actually don’t know if they’ve been holding it for 20 years, but that’s how long I’ve been in RWA and my local chapter. Yikes!)

I attended some good workshops, met a few people, held my breath for my friend who’d finaled in the contest during the award ceremony, failed to win any prizes, sold 7 books at the literacy signing, and actually danced at the after-party. It was a great time, and I’m really glad I went.

But then came this:

Room ViewThis was the view from my balcony from Sunday through Tuesday.

Long-time readers might recall that I have a thing for the beach. Like a lot of people do, I guess, but mine’s all tied up with childhood memories and my complicated relationship with my mother and her death 11 years ago, blah blah blah. I live inland now, just far enough to be within reach but not close enough for it to be practical to actually go there. My family doesn’t particularly care for the beach, so years go by between visits.

This year, I needed some ocean. A break from my day jobs and real-life stress, a chance to focus on writing and recharging. I did a lot of both. :) And it was very close to perfect.

The first flaw was Monday morning. Twenty minutes after I woke up, a migraine hit. I had my vibrating-lightning-bolt aura for about an hour. That makes it hard to see, and uncomfortable to use a computer screen. Typically, the longer I have the aura, the worse and longer-lasting the pain is. But…there was no pain. Talk about dodging a disaster!

But I wasn’t satisfied with that kind of dodge, apparently.

FeetI finished editing a novella and prepping it for publication and went for a walk in the surf. The weather was gorgeous the whole time  I was there. Low 60s and sunny. The water wasn’t cold (not that I cared if it was), so I rolled up my jeans and went for a nice, long walk.

This is where the Energizer Brain comes in. It never shuts off. I stood at the water’s edge, watching the waves and the gulls, staring out to the edge of the world, and it just would. not. stop. I thought about my family and work and this blog post and Facebook and my manuscript and the conference and my car and every tiny little thing that runs through my head on a normal day. I was relaxed and re-energized, sure, but that just seemed to rev up my brain even more.

And then I paid for it.

I was walking along, and watching the waves rush up into these rocks:


The surf was running about a dozen small waves and then one big one that rushed up the beach, and it was coming up higher at the rocks. I knew I was likely to get my jeans wet if I got caught in there, so I was going to go around them. But they were still a good way’s away, and guess what? Yeah. I got lost in thought again. And I started to walk into the rocks at the water’s edge. And that one big wave came rushing up, and not only would it probably splash up my thighs, it was going to catch me where I was, before the rocks. I dodged—but “inadequate” describes that move.

So I started running. Ha! The sand was very deep and soft, and I sank a good two inches for every step. So by “running” I mean “stumbling sideways.” It wasn’t going to be enough. The water was going to soak my cuffs, so I tried to move faster, knowing that was dumb, that I couldn’t get my feet clear, and I was going to fall. And sure enough, I did. Big ol’ belly flop onto the sand, with a good two inches of surf still under me.


I was wet from chest to ankles, and covered in sand. My sneakers, which were in my hand, got super-soaked. Luckily, my Kindle in my back pocket and new smartphone in my front pocket didn’t get wet at all. The cash in my other front pocket got slightly damp by the time I got back to the room, because of the water soaking through my sweatshirt, T-shirt, and jeans. And it wasn’t at all cold, so I stayed on the beach for a while longer.

Then I had to re-enter the hotel (and spa! high-end place!) and cross the gigantic lobby to the elevators. Again, luck was with me, and the lobby was mostly empty, unlike the rest of my time there (starting about two hours later) when there were always like 50 people milling around.

My only remaining clothes were a truly ridiculous combination, which wouldn’t have been a big deal to drive home in, except I had to go back to the conference hotel to pick up a sweater I’d left when I checked out, and I couldn’t really be in public dressed like that. Also, I was going to need Starbucks. So I wore the ridiculous combination of clothes to the laundromat and washed and dried my salty-sandy stuff.

Then I walked on the beach some more before dinner. :)

I also held the room service cart hostage for a full day so I could write like this:

Writing in Room

If I can manage it, I’m totally going back next year! And hey, maybe I’ll make belly-flopping a retreat tradition. :)

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Icebox Trolls and Other Mysteries 7

Let me just say upfront, as husbands go mine is about as housebroke as they get. He does dishes. Laundry. Someday possibly even a toilet, but let’s not get crazy here. And yet, I am still baffled.

Why does he put little bits of leftover food in the refrigerator when he knows no human being in our household will ever consume them? Not once since the beginning of our cohabitation (which yes, was just after the beginning of time) has either of us ever eaten a leftover French fry. Not a single, slimy, wilted time. And yet he persists in stuffing the damn things into To-Go boxes at restaurants, as if even the dog wants to eat day old grease. For the love of our arteries, leave the fries, man.

Then there are the chicken nuggets. Our son almost never eats all of them. Always there are one or two left sad and neglected in their little paper box. The boy who would not eat them when they were as fresh as a chicken nugget can be (and let’s not think too hard about that concept)? That boy is not going to eat the same nuggets when they have been rubberized to steaming perfection in the microwave two days later. And yet, even as I type there is a fast food bag lounging on the second shelf of my refrigerator, the nuggets inside well on their way to petrification (assuming that is a word).

My husband never removes these odds and ends from the refrigerator for consumption by himself or anyone else in the household. As far as he’s concerned, this is a one-way portal. What goes in does not come out. So one has to wonder…where does he think they go? Does he assume it’s like an old school freezer, the kind that would eat away at your forgotten Popsicles until nothing was left but a stick coated in purple goo? Or perhaps he believes that deep in the night, our gangs of mice gather round to haul the door open and wine and dine on flat Pepsi and hockey pucks formerly known as McGriddles.

Or, and this is my favored theory, he believes there are trolls who live in the bottom drawer of the refrigerator. The one marked ‘Produce’, because God knows no one ever opens it so as far as we know, we could be harboring any number of loathsome creatures. When the menfolk are gone, the icebox trolls come grumbling and growling out of their lair to feast upon the remains of the not-so-happy-now meals, their faces screwed up into perpetual scowls of disgust as they make the tantalizing tidbits disappear.

Or possibly that’s just me, cleaning the refrigerator.


Kari Lynn Dell – Montana for Real




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‘Cause Your Hot, Then Your Cold… 4

This time of year always makes me think of this song:

Because we keep see-sawing from near 80s in the afternoon to low 50s in the morning. For me, sitting around in pj’s all day, not such big deal. I have a tiny space heater under my desk. I keep gloves…somewhere. Not on my hands right now where I’d like them. This is really one of my least favorite times of the year.

For kids going to school, even less fun. Too cold for shorts in the morning. Too hot for pants in the afternoon. So as I make a daily search through Son’s closet, I stand there singing this, dreaming for winter, spring and summer.

What’s your least favorite season of the year?


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Ride Your Best Horse First 8

Last weekend some folks that I judge horse shows for gave me a bottle of wine and a western sign as a gift. The sign read, “Ride Your Best Horse First”. They said that after my rides at their horse show the week before they figure I needed it! What can I say? They know me very well!

Because they welcome green riders and horses I love to judge there and haul my own horses there as well. This year I haven’t gotten to ride nearly as much as I should but I figured since my schedule was open and my horses needed hauling I decided to go. I took my seasoned gelding and my green mare that’s only been hauled a few times.

The morning of the show was the first cold morning and first frost that we’ve had so of course the horses were absolutely full of it! Fortunately, we pulled in to the show grounds with an hour to spare and I was able to get both horses in the ring to see all the sights. Aside from a little snorting and upturned tails, it went well. I knew both of their energy levels were up more than usual and expected them to be a handful.

My husband took the green mare into her In Hand Trail class. She’s never even seen a trail obstalce let alone backed through an ‘L’ shape but she handled it all like a pro. She didn’t give the water obstacle a second look either. I was hopeful that the day might go well after all.

Then it was time for the seasoned “been there done that” gelding to go through the same class. When my husband went to trot him between obstacles, my gelding had all four feet up in the air at one point!

I had a two class break before I was supposed to ride the gelding in my Trail class. I figured if he was that bad on the ground, he’d be a lot worse under saddle. I know him well knew I needed to lope a few circles to get the bucks and crow hops over with.

I took him to a nearby paddock  to work him and sure enough after a few strides he gave me his best shot. He bucked, crow hopped and reared and put on a pretty good show as he caught some air. I think some of the pleasure folks were appalled at such a display of outright rankness but over the years I’ve pretty much gotten used to it.

The first Trail class he wouldn’t settle for anything and pretty much obliterated the trail pattern because he was moving around. I’m sure I didn’t help anyhow because I was still jacked up from the bronc ride we’d just had.

The second Trail class he was a little better but still wasn’t really paying attention or settling until the last three obstacles. The very last obstacle we had to rope the dummy calf. He side passed in to pick up the rope beautifully and then stood perfectly still while I threw and then as I coiled my rope up. Where had this horse been all this time?

My husband showed him in Showmanship and Halter and he behaved very well through those.  After that I tied him to the trailer and sure enough a little later he was bucking there too.

I rode the mare in two walk/jog pleasure classes and a horsemanship class. Granted she wasn’t as finished as the other horses in the class but she trafficked well and didn’t look at the all the stuff outside the ring. She managed to keep a good consistent pace in her Horsemanship class too. I don’t think I’ve ever been so proud or happy after working one of my young horses. She redeemed the day for me!

I think I know who my best horse is and it’s not the horse that’s done everything from sort cattle to extreme cowboy racing. It’s a little mare that’s done everything I’ve asked her to do. Yes, I’ve got to put some more training on her but I think she’s earned the title of my best horse!




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Review: Ecstasy by the Sea by Chris Almeida & Cecilia Aubrey 0

Ecstasy by the Sea (Bytes of Life #2) by Chris Almeida & Cecilia Aubrey
Published:  July 6, 2012

This steamy spinoff to COUNTERMEASURE sees Trevor Bauer and Cassandra James having just tied the knot and moving across the pond to their new digs in Ireland to begin their life as a married couple. Their days have been swamped with planning the wedding, setting up their new business, and Trevor’s NSA commitments—not to mention their continued investigation into his parents’ disappearance. So when it’s pointed out to him that a key launching point for a new marriage has been overlooked, Trevor takes matters into his own hands.

Unbeknownst to Cassandra, Trevor plans the perfect honeymoon getaway down to the daintiest swatch of lace. His detail-obsessed wife won’t know what hit her when he sweeps her away for what will result in nothing less than a weekend filled with pure ecstasy by the sea…

**Hotness Rating 3 out of 5**

For those of you that have read Countermeasure by Chris Almeida and Cecilia Aubrey you have to read this book. I can not tell you how many books that I’ve finished and just wished I had a little more of what happens next. Ecstasy by the Sea is that book. The Bytes of Life series could be read independently of the Countermeasure series, but I would advise reading them as companions.

In Ecstasy by the Sea we get a peek at Trevor and Cassandra’s wedding and their move to Ireland. I loved the descriptions of how Bob is stepping up to be the dad that he should have always been. Trevor is so sweet and works so hard to surprise Cassie with an unexpected honeymoon. Their love comes across even more in this short story and the scenes are a ton hotter.

I can not wait to read more on this couple and the characters that make up the Countermeasures series.

I give Ecstasy by the Sea 4 Flaming Hearts

4 Hearts

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Comings and Goings… 2

I got up this morning and headed for my coffee pot and realized it was Saturday and I had a blog to write. I have been off work since the beginning of September while I recover from some minor hand surgery. In any other profession I would have been back to work but because there are restrictions on how much weight I can pick up/push/pull I can’t drive a bus so I am off until my doctor releases me.

I don’t know how those of you who work from home do it. I have no idea what day of the week it is, what the date is, or what’s going on in the world. The only reason I even know it’s the weekend is because my husband stays in bed until noon instead of rolling out at about 9 am to head to work!

I promised last week to tell you the story about the newest member of our family, but today I am also going to tell you about rehoming  one of my many dogs to a new family.

Rehoming is a big deal. I think I have mentioned before that I do a LOT of rescue–dogs and cats mostly but I have also gotten a horse or two over the past couple of years. Sometimes I end up keeping the animal but mostly I find them a good forever home. It’s a great feeling matching a homeless or unwanted animal to a family who needs them in their lives!

Cash, the dog I wrote about last week who was stolen from me, came from a litter I raised when my husband’s miniature Dachshund, Halle Weenie, and my Pomeranian got together and had pups. I never fixed my male Pomeranian because he was a show quality dog and I really wanted to find a nice female to breed him with so I could have another Pom when Tavi got older.  Halle came to us as a rescue and we had no idea if she was fixed or not. Well, SURPRISE! She wasn’t and we ended up with four pups. Halle was a TERRIBLE mother and we fixed her as soon as we could so we wouldn’t have to deal with her again, but the pups were beautiful and I found homes for them without any trouble.  All of them, that is, except the little girl.

Princess was given to my adopted daughter for her birthday with the understanding that when she got on her feet financially she could take her home. I expected to have the pup for 6 months tops, but as time went by I realized that a dog was more than my daughter could handle and I decided to find Princess a different home. The person who wanted her kept flaking out on me and so I finally posted her yesterday on a group I am a member of on Facebook. It is a local rescue group for dogs and cats who are lost or found and we try to locate the original owner or help find a new home for the displaced animal. Anyone on the page has already been vetted pretty much so I knew it was a good place to start. I got an immediate response and after chatting for a bit I realized I had found the perfect home for my little girl.

So this morning it was with mixed emotions that I handed Princess to her new mom and said good-bye. The woman who is taking her is older and is home all day and wanted a companion dog. She lives on her daughter’s property and her grand-daughter (who is 5) comes to visit every day and is going to absolutely fall in love with her new puppy! I have already been told her name will be changed–which is fine with me–and she will either be Elsa or Anna, one of the princesses from Frozen! I gave my little girl a kiss and wished her well and watched with a smile as she was snuggled in her new mom’s arms as they drove off. I think she is going to be very happy in her new home!

As for our newest member. I think you all remember my beloved Tango and how I lost her. I had already mentioned to my husband that I wanted another tiny dog–I really loved my little pocket puppy–and had started looking  a little before Cash went missing. My cousin kept telling me to go to the pound and adopt a dog, because as soon as I did I would find Cash.

So I went. And I looked. There was a litter of Chihuahuas that wasn’t ready to go yet that I was interested in so I kept going back to look at them. In the aisle of small dogs that were already approved for adoption was a small, wiry-haired black and tan pup that seemed overwhelmed by her surroundings and crouched in a corner of the kennel watching everyone come and go with big sad eyes. I noticed her and my husband told me to look at her but since she wasn’t a Chihuahua I wasn’t that interested.

A week went by and I took my 2-year-old grand-daughter with me to check on the Chihuahuas again. They were supposed to be released that day so I thought I would go and see if they were available yet. They still hadn’t been processed, and as DriDri and I walked through the kennels looking at all the hopeful faces I noticed a woman coming back in with one of the kennel volunteers and they had that wire-haired pup. She put her back and I was surprised that she hadn’t been adopted yet. Since I had nothing better to do, and I felt sorry for the little scruffy thing, I asked if I could see her.

They brought Babes, her name at the time, into the visitation room. Since she was so tiny I decided it would be better to sit on the floor instead of the chair. As soon as I did she ran to me and curled up in my lap. Okay–she scored big points right there! When DriDri grabbed her and squeezed her as only a toddler can all the pup did was wag her tail and lick her. I was gone. I picked her up and I started to cry. It was the first time I had cried since Cash had gone missing and I had lost Tango. She just felt right in my arms and I knew I couldn’t leave her there. I took her to the front desk and asked what I needed to do to take her home, handed over my debit card, and she became mine.

She has now been named Jacki Daniels. My husband says she is Jack Daniels illegitimate sister, which made me laugh. She is very smart and uses a potty pad, which is great because I won’t allow her in the back yard with the pool! JackiD loves her toys, she loves the family, she loves the other dogs and cats, and she loves me. Cash and she get along well and he has even started to play with her! She was the perfect dog for us. I can’t believe I was lucky enough to get my little Jacki before someone else scooped her up! before

If you are thinking of adding a new pet to your family, I would  like to strongly suggest checking at your local animal shelter first. There are so many loving dogs and cats who just need a chance and all they want is a loving family they can call their own. It breaks my heart to see all those wonderful faces and realize that many of them won’t ever leave the cage they are living in. I can promise you a shelter animal will be the best pet you will ever have! Adopt, don’t shop! sweet babyJacki bogarting toys from Gannon(This is JackiD, bogarting all the toys!)



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