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Welcome to Endurance

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Hello beautiful readers of romance.  I have put my head against best selling author, Siera London and we came up with this series on single fathers.  I know it is just in time for father’s day.

This is a fresh take on the single father, going beyond just the #DILF.  I firmly believe that life, and love, all have a season. We could think of no better way to introduce you to this series with men for all seasons.

We started the series off with a May/December romance, with a Walk through Endurance, to give readers an introduction to the small mountain town.

Abel and Julie was a sweet romance with an undertone of sexy that was not in your face, over the top.  We wanted to step back a little and revisit the standard romance book and allow the romance to blossom in a small town, where everyone knows your name.

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Written by Alexis Clarke and James NewmanAbel Burney hated flying and today he was stuck on a plane with the worst turbulence he’d ever experienced. Grabbing the hand of the attractive lady next to him for comfort, his fears soon abated. It didn’t take long for Abel to realize she had a calming effect on him overall.

Julie Kratzner was on assignment for a year to cover the Endurance Capital of the world’s sporting events. The small town was charming, but not as charming as Abel Burney. He came to her rescue more than once showing her that life and the small things in it should be enjoyed.

Come take a walk through Endurance and fall in love with the little moments which make life oh so big.

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Intervals of Love

Dr. Chadwick Winter lived his life in sporadic intervals. The only constant was his love ofIntervals of love.png cupcakes which he made a point of securing at least three times per week. However, it didn’t take him long to realize it wasn’t the cupcakes he was looking forward to seeing each week, but the cupcake maker.
Sherron Baker was different. Her lifelong stuttering problem taught her to communicate differently with her customers and the men who sought to take advantage of her impediment, but the doctor found a way to break through her barrier.

Faced with an upcoming class reunion, Dr. Winter suggests that the cupcake lady pose as his fiancé. Sherron admired the single father of a 3 year old hellion, but she wasn’t sure her life could handle such a drastic change – pretend or otherwise. Taking a break from her self doubts, she plunged headfirst into the fake engagement, pausing only to enjoy the intervals of love.
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Staying the Course

goingIvy Summer’s poor choices have deposited her at the last knot in the proverbial rope. With forty dollars to her name and a broken shoe heel, she walks into the town of Endurance desperate and searching for a way back home. But this street-savvy lady is used to taking care of herself and fighting for everything she has. She’ll do what’s necessary to survive—even take on a grumpy mountain man in the middle of the night.

Single father, Owen Tate wants to be left alone, especially by the sexy trespasser who demands entry into his bar. She has a truckload of attitude, a penchant for manipulation, and a ton of baggage trailing behind her. Yet Ivy’s zeal for life might be the kick in the pants a wounded man needs to bury the past.

How will two people used to staying the course change direction and learn to fight for each other?

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Grab a cup of coffee or tea, crack open the pages and sit down to enjoy some really good stories with a warm and fuzzy, happily ever after.

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Hello beautiful readers of romance. I have put my head against best selling author, Siera London and we came up with this series on single fathers. I know it is just in time for father’s day.
This is a fresh take on the single father, going beyond just the #DILF. I firmly believe that life, and love, all have a season. We could think of no better way to introduce you to this series with men for all seasons.
We started the series off with a May/December romance, with a Walk through Endurance, to give readers an introduction to the small mountain town.

Abel and Julie was a sweet romance with an undertone of sexy that was not in your face, over the top. We wanted to step back a little and revisit the standard romance book and allow the romance to blossom in a small town, where everyone knows your name.

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My New Online Series.

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36fdef71a0e318fb8c7cdcfaf3745bceHey there.  I wanted to share something new with you that I am doing on Twitter and my FB pages.  It started as a joke, and I am being very careful not to use the artists names, but I am using those pics, to tell a story about me and my muses. It started off as a joke about me at this super sexy model, that would greet me each morning to make sure I was writing.

The Story is called Me and D Man.

You can follow along on Facebook at the hashtag #oliviaanddman

Or you can follow on Twitter with funny images and responses with the same hashtag of #oliviaanddman.

Each morning is a new entry.

But I had to add a twist.

I needed some conflict.

Some sexy ass conflict.

 He is the ex who doesn’t want to be the ex.

He also knows a secret, that he is using as triumph card.

I am having a lot of fun with this.

Follow along for the fun.

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It’s Time to Turn the Page

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Turning the Page

At first, Ethan thought it was someone playing a joke on him. He almost hung up the phone when the nasally caricatured voice came across the line telling him, “Please hold the line for a call from Mayor Galley.”

Why would the Mayor be calling me? The Mayor’s booming baritone came across the line with his deep Southern drawl.

“Ethan, my boy, something of grave importunacy has come across my desk. I do not like it, nor do I desire for it to come to fruition,” Mayor Galley told him.

The one-sided conversation continued for several more minutes before Mayor Galley asked, “Do you understand what I am saying, Son?”

No, I don’t.

“Good. I will see you in my office at 11 am sharp! I have meetings all day so do not be late,” he told him.

Ethan hung up the phone. As he stood behind the counter, a perplexed look covered his face. His mother, a quiet woman born to be church first lady, watched him closely.

“Is there something wrong, Ethan?” Hester Strom wanted to know.

“I was summoned to the Mayor’s office today for a meeting at 11,” he told his mother.

Hester checked her watch. “You only have a half hour. Since you don’t have time to call anyone in to cover the shop, I will stay and handle things for you,” Hester said.

“Thanks, Mom, that means a lot,” he told her. The great thing was, his Mom came to the bookstore every Wednesday for a cup of Palheta’s Bouquet. One day, Ethan was slow getting the dark brew started, and his mother learned how to operate the coffee machine. Since she was in the shop each Wednesday anyway, Ethan trained her to man the register, stock shelves, receive inventory, and update the POS system. Leaving his mother in charge of the shop was an easy thing to do. Getting through the next few hours he found to be more than taxing on his patience, his nerves, and his eyeballs.

Janie didn’t really know what to make of Mayor Galley’s request to come to his office. She was told to be there at 11 am sharp. Dressed and ready to head out the door, she stopped briefly to update her brother. Jem was out of school and able to man the store for her in the morning, and Meg would be in at noon to start her shift.

Not quite certain what to wear, as well as having no fashion sense whatsoever, Janie donned her favorite pink tee shirt and a loose fitting pair of gym pants and headed to her meeting. Once she arrived, she immediately understood her favorite tee was probably not the best choice of clothing. This became evident when a black man standing in front of the Mayor’s office began to gawk at her chest. It wasn’t as if Janie was a triple D-cup, but she had enough to fill up an average sized male’s mouth. Her mother always told her that more than a mouthful was simply too much.

Still, the way he stared at her breasts was rude and uncalled for; she would not take his forwardness without a challenge. “Hey, bub!” she called to him. “My eyes are up here.”

Ethan was appalled. He had been caught staring at her shirt. Not only was the shirt a neon hot pink, which is what first caught his attention, but what kept him focused on it was the image. He asked, “I’m sorry. Is that a weight lifter on your shirt?”

Janie’s hands were on her hips in defiance, “Yes, it is!”

He could not stop himself from frowning when he said, “The position and pose of the weightlifter implies that he is performing a dead overhead lift of your…”

“Again, my eyes are up here, Bub,” she said.

Ethan could not let it go. He had never seen anything so blatantly sexist and sexy all in one neon hot pink package. The courage she had to wear it in public was one thing, but to wear to a meeting with the Mayor was another. She strolled past him into Mayor Galley’s office, as pretty as she pleased, shaking the Mayor’s hand and taking a seat.

Evidently, Ethan was the only person in the room who had not officially met the one and only Janie Cimoc. Neither the Mayor, the Deputy Mayor, nor the Mayor’s assistant paid any attention to the tee. Ethan’s eyes kept wandering back to it. There was even a weightlifting bar that sat perfectly under the two mounds, which held two black half circles that made it look as if her boobies were being cradled in the cups. The look on the weightlifter’s face implied he was straining to hold up the two masses.

“I’m glad you are both here. I think once we finish this meeting we are going to have a great plan to save both of your businesses and the sanctity of our town,” Mayor Galley Said. The rest of his team agreed with him.

Janie and Ethan spoke at the same time, “Our businesses are in trouble?”

The Mayor stood up and walked around his desk. He wore a long jacket that favored a tuxedo coat with tails. This jacket was complimentary to a pair of pin striped pants. To Ethan, the man looked like Mayor McCheese, bulbous nose included.

“The infidels are at the gate, and they are trying to destroy our way of life,” the Mayor told them both. Through a series of rants filled with pontifications and lopsided allegories, the meeting boiled down to a big box bookstore coming to Venture.

“Ethan, my wife looks forward to book club at your store. I also send my assistant over every Thursday for a large cup of that Guatemala Huehuetenango. That is some mighty fine coffee there, my boy,” the Mayor told him.

He turned his attention to Janie. “My kids have grown up in the Comic Book and your store is a staple in this town as well.”

So that is who she is. Janie Cimoc. In the flesh.

Ethan spoke up, “Sir, I am not certain what this meeting is about. Can you please clarify why we are here?”

The Mayor looked at Ethan as if he had just burped up a bologna mouth fart. “That big box store is going to run you both out of business. You will be out of business in less than a year unless we can get ahead of those bastards!”

Janie spoke, “Sir, I am certain there is enough business for all three of us to survive.”

“That is where you are wrong, Janie girl,” Mayor Galley told her. He went on to explain that corporate stores like those bring in their own management teams. “Locals are only hired part time at best. The book prices are too high and what they give back to the community is minimal.”

His eyes were filled with fire when he spoke to them, “You two understand this town because you live here; you grew up here. Our way of life is about uplifting and supporting each other.”

“What are you proposing, Mayor Galley?” Ethan asked.

Mayor Galley rubbed his rounded belly, “The city has two buildings, one on your side of town, Janie, and the other on your side, Ethan. The taxes are past due by three years, and now the properties belong to the City of Venture. I will let you have either building. You can pay up a year on the back taxes and set up a payment plan on the rest if you can’t pay the taxes out right.”

Janie was looking at Ethan and Ethan at her. She asked the same question of the Mayor that Ethan had, “What are you proposing, Mayor Galley?”

The Mayor seemed frustrated with them both. A large gust of coffee tinged breath came out of his mouth as he exhaled in exasperation. “In order for you two to be around after those corporate bastards come to town, you are going to have to combine forces!”

Ethan was staring at Janie’s shirt. “She and I combine our businesses?”

“Son, until now, I had never thought you to be daft. I am starting to wonder,” Mayor Galley said with a frown on his face.

“Your Honor,” Ethan said as he rose, “I am not daft, nor short-sighted, but if I am given a choice on whether or not to combine my business with a random stranger, I would rather not!”

The mayor slammed his hand on the desk. “Fine! You will be out of business in less than a year. You too, Janie girl!”

He breathed deeply before waddling his way behind his desk. “I am trying to do what is best for the two of you as well as the citizens of Venture. You two are young, and if you put your heads together, I am certain you can work out a fair deal and create the best of both worlds.”

Mayor Galley opened his desk drawer and pulled out two sets of keys. “Here are the addresses and keys to both of the buildings. I need you two to make this work,” he told them as he checked his watch.

Janie knew that meant their time was up. “Thank you, Mr. Mayor,” she said as she led the way out to the office.

In the hallway, she faced Ethan. My new business partner. He’s kind of cute. Based on his slow-witted responses in the meeting, he doesn’t seem very smart, though.

Janie stuck out her small hand for a shake, “Put it there, part’nuh!”

Ethan’s head was whirling. He accepted her handshake, then her business card that looked like a six-year-old had doodled stick people on a piece of card stock that was cut out at a whopsided angle. Janie proceeded to rattle off a list of things she needed to get done by the end of the day.

Why is she telling me this?

“Call me later, after four, so we can decide to meet or ride together to look at those buildings tomorrow,” she told him. He watched the neon pink shirt walk away. She was as interesting coming as she was going. On the back of the shirt was the same cartoon weightlifter, face down, doing pushups on dumbbells. The dumbbells were strategically placed on her butt cheeks. Each time she took a step, it looked as if the weightlifter was doing a one-armed press.

What just happened? Better yet, where in the hell did she get that crazy ass shirt?

That, he would have to answer later. Right now, his mind was focused on his arms. The fine hairs were sticking up from all of the goose pimples that had arisen from when she shook his hand.

Ethan was about to start a new chapter in his book of life. There was a great deal of information that would need to be set up in order for the story to flow smoothly. If not, this story would end just like his last novel; a hot, flat, mess.

He was smiling when he got into his car.

I have goose bumps.

 

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Finally, a Reason to Love Thursdays

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Now Available for Pre-Order on Amazon
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Jesse Orison knew he was on borrowed time, but he had a plan. Savannah was set to marry another guy in year. Experience had taught him that a man could make a lot of things happen in 12 months.

His first priority starting next week, was to make her fall in love with him.

He would begin his methodical plan by paying her a visit on Thursday.

Savannah Niden had everything a girl could want, a nice condo, a great job and a fiancé. The only problem was the maintenance man, Jesse.

Jesse started coming over on Thursdays and he liked to stay all night.

Savannah’s primary problem, she was learning to love Thursdays and Jesse a whole lot.

Paperback is now available for pre-order on Amazon.

Coming May 23, 2014

What I am Reading

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This month, my book club is reading Night Pleasures, By Sherrilyn Kenyon..

After March’s book club selection, I was moved aside and told it would be a while before I would be able to choose another book. Shannon chose this one and it sounds pretty good.  I did make up some brownie points by giving each member, their own personal coffee mug.

Here is a description.

He is solitude. He is darkness. He is the ruler of the night. Yet Kyrian of Thrace has just woken up handcuffed to his worst nightmare: An accountant. Worse, she’s being hunted by one of the most lethal vampires out there. And if Amanda Devereaux goes down, then he does too.

Headed to 2nd & Charles to see if I can find it tomorrow.

An Unlikely Love Affair

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I was embarrassed. Truly, remarkably and unequivocally ashamed of myself, but I have fallen so in love, that it is unseemly. As I traveled the road this month, there is one thing that I look forward to returning to each and every night, and it is my pillow. I know, I could take it with me when I travel, but that would just be creepy.
Before you start to judge me, please allow me to explain.
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My love affair started innocently enough. I was in the mall, and I needed a new pillow. I became an African American Goldilocks as I went from store to store, squeezing pillows in my arms. The plastic wrapped packages of sensual comforts were pressed against my unmade face while I sampled the receptivity of my future love. That one was too hard, this one was far too soft and squishy yet none that I felt, felt just right. Until the last one.

It fit me to a tee.
love_on_a_pillowI rushed home, unwrapped my new lover and spritzed his oblong body with lavender before tossing him in the dryer. He came out fluffed, smelling good and ready for some one on one with Mama. I broke his ass in good too.
Slowly, I pulled back those covers on my bed. Jamie, my former love, was tossed aside for Frank. I propped Frank against the head board as I slipped my weary body in between the sheets. I reached for Frank as I slipped down and snuggled under the covers. My head sank into his strength. He engulfed me in his embrace and it felt so damned good, a tear ran from the corner of my eye. Yet, I felt uncertain. I turned over on my belly, flayed my arms flat, and mushed my face into his comfort. He gave into me. I closed my arms around him and held him that way, all night.
I love him so.
I just left a four star hotel with fluffed bedding and turn down service. It was nothing in comparison to my Frank. I drove four hours at the max speed the law would allow so that I could hurry home. I came into the door and dropped my bags, reset the alarm, and stripped down.

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Frank was waiting for me. This is just the greatest love affair ever. A big strong fella waiting for you when you get home, no talk, no discussions, just firm support and yielding comfort.

Don’t think me a monster, I can be fair.

Jamie now resides in the cat bed.

Self-Talking to Sucess

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I have come to the harsh realization that some people are not happy not matter what. It does not matter if they have a good schedule on the job, the job still doesn’t pay enough.  It doesn’t matter if they are respected and revered by their co-workers; everyone wants to dump their work on “me”. I have found that it doesn’t matter, they are unhappy.

During a recent training session, our guide in the learning exercise talked to us about self- talk.  Self-talk are those positive words that we say to ourselves to get us through sticky moments.  You know, like the first time you were on a roller coaster and truly learned to pray. Or the time when you almost when to jail and even though you told yourself you were talking to Jesus, you really were just giving yourself a friendly reminder to never do this shit again. Those moments are called self-talk, positive thoughts in positive situations.

When you think positive thoughts, positive things happen.  When you speak positive words, you think positive thoughts.  If you need some help with either, there is an app for that. Ironically, sometimes we need some help.  Our inner children have been disappointed and we get hurt. Instead of dealing with the disappointment, we become unhappy and blame others for our maladies. This disappointment can turn you into a Bitch; a mean, surly, and angry one that no one likes.  Never fear, there is a cure.

When you arise in the morning, be thankful that you woke up, somewhere in the world, someone else, did not. When you look in the mirror, say hello to that face, tell that face you like it and are glad to see it.  There are soldiers returning from Afghanistan that are only coming back with half of their faces. These soldiers get to relive that nightmare for the rest of their lives thinking, if I had just moved two steps to the left instead of two steps to the right.

Today, I want you to recall one good thing that happened to you last week.  Now I want you to play for one good thing that is going to happen next week. Now give yourself some love, go ahead, wrap your arms around yourself and thank your vessel for still being able to carry your soul. Go get your vessel a cookie, because both of you deserve it. Because you will never perform at the level of your potential, you can only perform at the level of your beliefs.  You have to be happy or at least moderately content to do either.

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