Monday, October 5, 2015

And The Rains Came.....

And came...We had flash flood warnings all weekend.  We've been deluged. The roof sprung a leak in several places.Sigh.  Alex Cavanaugh's area was hit too.
Besides a wet week and weekend, it was also a foodie week last week. Wednesday was free pie at O'Charley's. I'm going to go a little off track here. Pie sounds so southern but after living in NC for nearly twenty years,  it seems more of a Midwestern  thing. No Perkins. No Bakers Square. And its not offered that much on menus outside of O'Charleys. From the crowd they pull in on Wednesdays, I would think some of the chains might want to rethink that. Our waitress told us that last Wednesday they ran out.
Thursday, a bud took me to Olive Garden which I hadn't been to in years. They were doing two-fers. One for there and one to take home. OMG. The food was wonderful.
But enough about food....
After setting out buckets to catch the leaks we headed to the east part of the state to see our babies and help the boy, who was on babysitting detail while his wife took a much needed weekend away.
I'm happy to say that when we got back home Sunday evening, the ceilings were still intact. Not that I was worried.....much.
How was your  weekend. Did anybody else deal with the rains?


Crystal Collier's birthday wasn't last Monday it's today! So once again....Happy BDay, Crystal:)

Saturday, October 3, 2015

Cover Reveal: Reid's Deliverance

Cover Reveal!

Reid's Deliverance 4REID’S DELIVERANCE, The Song #2
Nina Crespo

Release Date:  15 March 2016

Genre: Contemporary Romance, Fantasy/Paranormal (contains erotic elements)

Tag: Can their bond withstand the test of time?

Blurb:  Lauren isn't looking for love when she spends a scintillating night with Reid, the sexy keyboardist of Thane's Redemption. While their passion may be off the charts, her trust issues--and Reid's secret life as a time-traveling covert agent--makes any chance for a relationship impossible.

When operatives involved in a mysterious project begin dying, Reid defies orders and travels alone into the future to find the cause. But when things go dangerously awry, it takes all of his strength to get himself back to safety--and directly onto Lauren's doorstep. While neither of them remembers their night of passion, their intense connection leads Lauren to help him. But as Reid's memories reignite, will he be forced to sacrifice everything to finish his mission--including the woman he loves?

Pre-order and backlist links:   Amazon * Barnes & Noble * iBooks * Kensington

Nina-Crespo-Facebook-300About the Author:  Nina Crespo lives in Florida where she indulges in her favorite passions -- the beach, a good glass of wine, date night with her own real-life hero and dancing.

Her lifelong addiction to romance began in her teens while on a "borrowing spree" in her older sister's bedroom where she discovered her first romance novel.

Curiosity about people and places, including what's beyond the stars, fuels her writer's imagination. Let Nina's sensual contemporary stories and steamy paranormal tales feed your own addiction for love, romance, and happily ever after.

Find Nina here:  Website * Twitter * Facebook * Goodreads


Prize one: Nina Crespo’s limited edition The Song Series charm set, eBook copy of Thane’s Redemption, The Song #1, 15.00 Amazon Gift Card and this necklace (Follow Nina on Amazon required)

Prize two: Signed copy of a book from Nina’s backlist, eBook of Thane’s Redemption, The Song #1, 10.00 Amazon GC 

Prize three: 5.00 Amazon GC, eBook Thane’s Redemption, The Song #1 

Prize four: eBook copy of Thane’s Redemption, The Song #1


Reid’s Deliverance, The Song #2 

Chapter 1

The lead singer of Thane’s Redemption jumped on stage. He grabbed the mic and blended his rich baritone with the edgy rock beat.

Waves of sound filled The Song, and the packed audience of mostly women cheered.

Up-tempo guitar riffs and pounding drums brought them to their feet.

Lauren Blake danced. Audible sweetness and the dark-haired keyboardist intoxicated her.

Muscles flexed underneath the clean-cut hottie’s navy button-down shirt. The rock and thrust of his jean-clad hips inspired fantasies of holding on for a sinful ride. As he played a rapidly building chord, he scanned the crowd. His gaze lingered where she jammed with Ari and Celine.

Her heart rate ticked up.

Silly, he’s not staring at you. Interacting with the crowd was part of the gig.

The band launched into a cover of a popular song.

Lauren plopped down in the curved, faux leather chair at the table.

Celine sang the lyrics along with the band. Dark hair skimmed her shoulders as she shimmied to the beat. Finally, she was enjoying life.

As Lauren fanned her face, she winked at Ari.

Plum-colored lip tint complimented her friend’s light brown complexion along with her smile. “Mission accomplished.”

Celine had given them hell about going out tonight. Still, they’d zipped her into a killer red dress and dragged her from the apartment. Her having a good time now made up for the massive attitude. Not to mention, she’d snagged Thane. The tall lead singer had a silky-looking mane most women would die for; a muscular build, and, from what she’d heard, mesmerizing golden eyes. He was the sexiest guy in the band. Well, one of the sexiest.

Thane sat down on a stool center stage with an acoustic guitar. He dedicated the next song to Celine.

The sensual rumba-styled melody captivated most of the women in the audience. The rest shot eye-daggers in their direction. Lauren flipped her hair and gave the haters pointed looks. Please. They needed to get over it. Celine more than deserved the attention.

Lauren immersed herself in the lyrics. They were an invitation for one night of passion. The chords hummed through her veins. Images drifted in of the keyboardist wrapping her in his arms. His caresses floating over her. His wicked, tantalizing kisses weakening her knees.

Prickles gathered along her spine.

He looked her direction.

Her face grew hot. It was dumb to entertain the illusion, especially with her good-man indicator on the fritz. Hadn’t she learned her lesson after consistently picking out so many duds? Her handy hell-no list did ferret out the worst. Mama’s boys and cable sports junkies. In-between-jobs types who wanted to use her as their personal ATM. Commitment-phobes who didn’t “do” relationships. Courtesy of the last loser, double hell-no to self-centered pricks. And, of course, no heroes committed to protecting the world—military, police, not even those cute firemen at the local station. Nothing against dedication, but the sacrifices they made for their jobs ruined relationships.

The ballad ended to thunderous applause.

At the end of the show, a server dropped an envelope next to Celine. She opened it and pulled out three blue tickets.

Ari’s brown eyes widened. Lights from the stage shimmered in her metallic top as she wiggled in her seat. “We’re going to the after-party!”

“It’s late. I need to go home.” Celine shot up from her chair and rushed out.

Bright fluorescents flickered, erasing the muted glow of bar neon. The Song transformed into gray walls, dark floors, and steel. The lingering crowd skirted past round, red tables littered with used glasses and crumpled napkins.

“Shit.” Ari swept dark bangs into her short cut. “I thought we’d made a breakthrough. You know what this means—we have to convince her to go to the party and hook up with Thane.”

“Nope.” Lauren finished the last of her tangy-sweet mangotini. “You heard her snap my head off earlier when I suggested she talk to that guy at the bar. I’m done with matchmaking. It’s your turn.”

Ari sighed and grabbed her purse. “Wish me luck.”

Lauren stood and picked up her green clutch. No need to hurry. She had the keys. Hopefully, World War III would end before she got to the car.


**Want more of REID’S DELIVERANCE, The Song Book 2? Pre-order is now available. Read the rest of Chapter 1 on Nina’s website Start the series with THANE’S REDEMPTION, The Song Book 1, on sale for a limited time. Pick up your copies today!

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Friday, October 2, 2015

The First Friday of October

Happy, spooky Friday. It's not too early to be watching out for ghosts and goblins.
Congratulations to Jessica Marie on her new job.

Thursday, October 1, 2015

Back Porch Visitor

This little guy must have thought he was a catbird since he came in the cat door. Even after I propped opened the porch door it took him several hours to figure out how to gain his freedom. Birdbrain.

Happy first of October! Can you believe it?

Wednesday, September 30, 2015

Wacky Wednesday

And a Happy Birthday Monday to our very own Crystal Collier.


Tuesday, September 29, 2015

Ghost For Sale Is Out

Today is Ghost For Sale's book birthday.
As authors we become attached to our characters, even the villains. But Liam O'Reilly has a special place in my heart. He's just an old-fashioned ghost with old-fashioned values thrown into the hustle and bustle of the modern world.  And the first thing he sees is the one girl who will irrevocably bind him to her no matter what plane he dwells on.
I got up and put the lamps back on the tables. Surprisingly, except for a dent in one of the shades they weren't damaged. I collapsed back on the floor my back against the couch. "Remember the other day when I told you your ghost's name was Liam?"
"Yeah, what a coincidence."
"No coincidence, Marcy." I rubbed my forehead. I could feel a tension headache forming.
"What are you saying?"
"The ghost in the tube that wasn't damaged was Liam."
"My ghost made this mess?" Marcy looked around in amazement.
"No! And he's not your ghost. He's mine," I snapped.
Liam studied me, a strange little smile on his features.
I felt myself blush but notched up my chin. He is my ghost. Mine. No matter what happens. No matter where he ends up. He’s mine.
Marcy rubbed her chin with a well-manicured index finger and watched me as well. Finally she said, "This just isn't like you, Caitlin."
"What do you mean?" I asked cautiously.
"There’s never been any rivalry between us about guys or objects. Even if I've had more than you have, you've never cared."
"He's not an object," I said hotly. I could feel my eyes spark. I clenched my fists. "He's a living breathing entity," then amended, "well maybe not the same as you or I live and breathe, but he’s alive on his own plane.
“And Marcy, the guys that dumped me to try to make headway with you were jerks. Good riddance to
She nodded in agreement.
"You can't have Liam. He's mine, Marcy."
"I am, lass, yours completely.  I love you so much it makes my heart hurt.”  He had moved till he stood in front of me, his outline sharp and defined, emotion strong on his face.
My eyes filled with tears. "And I'm yours, Liam," I whispered.
"We'll pretend that's the case for now. But you've got to remember it’s temporary. I can't give you what you want and need, Caitlin." Misery crossed his strong-boned features.
"You're all I want." To my horror, I began to cry.
"Here now, lass. Please don't." Liam looked stricken and moved as close to me as he dared.
Marcy came over, put her arms around me and hugged me before she handed me a tissue. I blew my nose, a loud honking sound, definitely not a feminine girlie-girl blow. Her features pasty white, she hurried to the phone and began to dial.
"Who are you calling," I blubbered.
"Your parents. I'm afraid you're having a breakdown, Caitlin.”
"No, no don't call my parents," I gurgled in alarm, trying to talk through the thickness in my throat.
The phone disappeared out of Marcy's hands and floated across the room. Marcy began to shriek.
"It’s okay, Marcy. It’s only Liam."
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Monday, September 28, 2015

It's Monday...Again

Says the woman who doesn't have to set her alarm.

Greetings Blogsters,
To the best of my knowledge I made it through grocery shopping Friday without adding to anyone's cart but ours:)
Saturday night was movie and pizza night. Since last weekend's movie night was intense we went to the opposite end of the spectrum and rented  The Age of Aadaline and Cinderella. I really had problems getting into Adaline. Once Harrison Ford came into it, the plot picked up. It was an interesting premise, but I would have liked to have seen them do more with it.
Cinderella was sweet. It exemplified all the awe of fairy tales.  I could see this film leaving children dazzled. Did you see either film? What's your take?
Oh yeah, and the pizza was good. grin.
Ghost For Sale is released tomorrow.......