Thanks to my hubby, Don for sending these to me. They are quite amazing!!
In the 1400's a law was set forth in England that a man was allowed to beat his wife with a stick no thicker than his thumb. Hence we have 'the rule of thumb.
Many years ago in Scotland , a new game was invented. It was ruled 'Gentlemen Only...Ladies Forbidden'.. .and thus, the word GOLF entered into the English language.
The first couple to be shown in bed together on prime time TV was Fred and Wilma Flintstone.
Every day more money is printed for Monopoly than the U.S. Treasury.
Men can read smaller print than women can; women can hear better.
Coca-Cola was originally green.
It is impossible to lick your elbow.
The State with the highest percentage of people who walk to work:
Alaska
The percentage of Africa that is wilderness: 28% (now get this...
The percentage of North America that is wilderness: 38%
The cost of raising a medium-size dog to the age of eleven:
$ 16,400
The average number of people airborne over the U.S. in any given hour:
61,000
Intelligent people have more zinc and copper in their hair..
The first novel ever written on a typewriter, Tom Sawyer.
The San Francisco Cable cars are the only mobile National Monuments.
Each king in a deck of playing cards represents a great king from history:
Spades - King David
Hearts - Charlemagne
Clubs -Alexander, the Great
Diamonds - Julius Caesar
111,111,111 x
111,111,111 = 12,345,678,987, 654,321
If a statue in the park of a person on a horse has both front legs in the air, the person died in battle. If the horse has one front leg in the air, the person died because of wounds received in battle. If the horse has all four legs on the ground, the person died of natural causes
Only two people signed the Declaration of Independence on July 4, John Hancock and Charles Thomson. Most of the rest signed on August 2, but the last signature wasn't added until 5 years.
Q. Half of all Americans live within 50 miles of what?
A. Their birthplace
Q. Most boat owners name their boats. What is the most popular boat name requested?
A. Obsession
Q.. If you were to spell out numbers, how far would you have to go until you would find the letter 'A'?
A. One thousand
Q. What do bulletproof vests, fire escapes, windshield wipers and laser printer have in common?
A. All were invented by women.
Q. What is the only food that doesn't spoil?
A. Honey
Q. Which day are there more collect calls than any other day of the year?
A. Father's Day
In Shakespeare's time, mattresses were secured on bed frames by ropes. When you pulled on the ropes, the mattress tightened, making the bed firmer to sleep on. Hence the phrase...'Goodnight , sleep tight'
Now, tell the truth, did you try to lick your elbow!!
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Tuesday, August 04, 2009
Excerpt from Texan's Wedding Night Wager
Texan's Wedding-Night Wager is #7 on Eharlequin's Bestseller list today!
Here's a little preview:
Cara shut down the ballroom lights and stood in the middle of the floor of Dancing Lights, flanked by a wall of mirrors and elegant surroundings that she'd insisted upon when designing her studios. A smile emerged just as Elton John's voice carried over the speakers. The song stirred up vivid memories and Cara slowly closed her eyes. She moved her hips, swaying to the rhythm and the poetic lyrics.
There's a calm surrender to the rush of day
When the heat of the rolling world can be turned away
An enchanted moment, and it sees me through
It's enough for this restless warrior just to be with you
And can you feel the love tonight
It is where we are
It's enough for this wide-eyed wanderer
That we got this far
And can you feel the love tonight
"Can you feel the love, Cara?" Kevin had said to her the day they'd married.
Kevin had brought her hand to his mouth and nibbled, his dark blue eyes piercing hers. She'd tingled with excitement from that single gesture. Cara had felt his love, with every heart-stopping glance, every tender touch and each tantalizing kiss.
"Yes, I feel it, honey," she'd replied.
He'd kissed her lips, whispering, "This is our song, babe."
They'd hung on to each other and sung the lyrics along with Elton's smooth tones, moving to the music as their family and friends looked on. She thought she'd married her Prince Charming, her college sweetheart who could make her laugh one moment and sizzle the next.
Cara's heart swelled thinking back on her wedding day, thinking of being in Kevin's arms, of loving him for all she was worth and hoping for the same kind of happy life she'd wished for so many of her dance students through the years.
She'd had such big dreams.
"Why, Kevin?" she whispered in the silence of the Dallas ballroom.
Gorgeous Kevin Novak, with the penetrating blue eyes and short blond hair, had often been mistaken for David Beckham. She and Kevin had their own private joke about it since, with her curly blond hair and sky-blue eyes, she hardly looked like Posh Spice. Cara smiled briefly at the memory.
They'd had such good times in the beginning, until Kevin had decided building his real estate empire was more important than building their marriage. He'd become a die-hard workaholic, neglecting her needs in favor of the next big deal. He'd broken her heart—hearing their song again brought it all back. The happiness she'd hoped for with Kevin had eluded them. Cara still felt the ache in the pit of her stomach.
She'd moved on with her life, leaving Somerset to start a new life in Dallas, but she hadn't escaped the deep hurt and anguish Kevin had caused.
Cara snapped her eyes open and stared at the fading shadows in the mirror. Her silhouette reflected back the new, confident woman she'd become. She was a businesswoman now, owner of a chain of dance studios, and a choreographer and dance instructor as well.
No longer that optimistic, hope-filled girl who'd wanted a life and children with Kevin, it was long past time for Cara to rectify her situation.
She punched off the CD player and headed to the phone to call the man she hadn't spoken with in over four years. She'd waltzed around this issue long enough.
It was time to divorce her husband.
Kevin Novak chalked the cue stick with slow, deliberate twists, contemplating his next shot. He was one of the best pool players at the Texas Cattleman's Club, but his pal Darius Franklin was making him sweat for the win. "You know darn well Montoya is responsible for setting the fire."
Kevin bent over the carved-oak vintage pool table and took his shot, the solid orange cue ball angling into the corner pocket. He knew darn well Darius didn't believe Alejandro Montoya was responsible for the damaging blaze set at Brody Oil and Gas. But he wasn't above using distraction to earn a win.
"I don't know that for a fact, Kev. The fire was definitely an act of arson, but I'm not pointing fingers yet."
"Montoya has always been a pain in the ass."
Kevin missed his next shot and Darius lifted his cue stick, eyeing the pool table. "True, but arson? That's an accusation I'm not ready to make. It looks like a professional job and if that's the case, I'd have to rule him out."
"I say he's guilty." Lance Brody, another of Kevin's old frat brothers from the University of Texas, chimed in. Kevin's four best friends were all members of Texas Cattleman's Club in Maverick County. They watched the game, sipping drinks and cajoling from the sidelines of the club's game room.
"I'm with Lance," Mitch Brody said, agreeing with his brother. "Montoya's got an ax to grind."
Justin Dupree nodded, taking a swig of beer. "I think Montoya is guilty, too. He's got issues with Lance. Always has."
Lance scoffed. " I have issues with him." Their rivalry went back to high-school days.
Darius eyed the striped blue ball and took his shot. The ball rolled into the side pocket and Kevin winced.
"Nice shot."
Darius laughed. "It hurt you to say that, didn't it?"
"Like a knife in my heart."
Darius shook his head. "You're a sore loser, Kev."
"I haven't lost yet."
And when Darius missed his next shot, Kevin went full throttle, unwilling to give an inch. His competitive nature wouldn't allow a loss. He sank the next four solid-color balls, then the eight ball, winning the game.
Satisfied, Kevin shook his friend's hand. "You gave me a run for my money."
Darius slapped a twenty in his palm. "I'll get you next time." He lowered his voice, setting his cue stick into its case. "So you really think Montoya set the fire?"
"I'm thinking he did. I also think he's behind blocking my project in downtown Somerset. He's got it in for the Brody brothers and their friends. Wasn't a coincidence to find the area I'd designated for a major development is being declared an historic district. He's got to be behind the rezoning. It's all a little too suspicious."
Lance walked up and put his arms around their shoulders. "Come on, you two. Let's forget about Montoya for a minute. We need to set a date for my wedding reception. Kate deserves more than the Las Vegas elopement she got."
Kevin grinned. "Yeah, you really know how to impress a girl."
Justin added, "Lance really pulled out all the stops on that one."
"Funny, guys." Lance pulled a frown, but Kevin knew he didn't mind their teasing. He'd found his soul mate in Kate and wanted to provide her a beautiful reception.
When the game-room phone rang, Lance walked over to pick it up. "Cara? Is it really you? It's good to hear your voice."
Kevin froze. All heads turned his way and he met with four pairs of curious eyes. Emotions washed through his system. A tic worked his jaw while he stood rigid and waited.
"Okay, I'll get him. He's right here." Lance nodded his way, holding the phone up. "It's… Cara. She wants to speak with you."
Kevin strode across the room to take the phone. Before speaking, he turned to look at his friends, and with a quick gesture signaled them to continue playing and butt out.
The guys turned around and Kevin spoke into the receiver. "Cara?"
"Hello, Kevin."
So formal.
God, he hadn't heard her voice in four years. Not once. Not since she'd left him high and dry and made a new life for herself in Dallas. He'd kept up on her through friends and what little he'd read in the newspapers about her successful dance studios.
She sounded the same—sassy if not a little stiff. There was an awkward moment of silence.
"I guess it's time for us to end it," she said.
Images of Cara getting remarried immediately entered his mind. After four years, why else would she call? Had she fallen in love with another man?
Kevin didn't know how he'd feel about that. She'd walked out on him and their marriage. She'd tried to file for divorce but Kevin had sent the papers back to her. He'd given her an ultimatum— if she wanted out, she would have to come back and face him.
"I'm coming to Somerset. I'd like to make an appointment with you to discuss the… divorce."
"Fine." Kevin's lips tightened.
"It's business, Kevin. You should understand that. I need an expansion loan for my studios. The bank recommends… Well, let's face it. We both need to get on with our lives."
It's business.
How many times had he said that to her when he couldn't make it home for dinner? When he'd come in so late that he'd plopped into bed beside her and held her tight until they'd fallen asleep? She'd wanted children and Kevin had asked for her patience. His business had come first, but only because he'd wanted to provide a good life for her. He'd made his millions, but she never understood that he'd done it all for her. And how had she showed him her undying love? She'd packed up in the middle of the night and left him. Just like that. After five years of marriage.
Damn her.
"I'm good with that," he said. "When are you coming in?"
"Tomorrow?"
Kevin turned to find all four of his friends silently watching him. "Tomorrow is good. Meet me at the office at five."
Kevin hung up the phone and contemplated his next move. Cara wasn't going to get away with breezing into his life for a day to get her divorce. No, he wouldn't make it so easy for her.
A plan began to formulate in his head and his lips lifted. "Cara's coming to town tomorrow," he said needlessly. "She wants to finalize the divorce."
"I've seen that expression on your face before," Darius said. "What's got you looking so damn smug?"
"Nothing," he replied innocently.
"Like the nothing that nearly got us expelled from UT? Remember when we stole Professor Turner's prized Shakespeare bust from his classroom?" Lance asked, narrowing his eyes. "That kind of nothing?"
Kevin shrugged.
"I don't like it," Lance said. "You looked fit to be tied when she called, and now you're looking like a fat cat who just lapped up a pint of milk."
Kevin only smiled and finished his beer. "I'd better get going."
"I feel for Cara already. That girl won't know what hit her," Darius added.
Kevin walked to the door of the game room, shaking his head. "That girl is my wife. And she deserves everything she gets."
Darius shot him a warning look. "I always liked Cara."
"Yeah," Kevin said on a deep breath, before exiting the room. "So did I."
Here's a little preview:
Cara shut down the ballroom lights and stood in the middle of the floor of Dancing Lights, flanked by a wall of mirrors and elegant surroundings that she'd insisted upon when designing her studios. A smile emerged just as Elton John's voice carried over the speakers. The song stirred up vivid memories and Cara slowly closed her eyes. She moved her hips, swaying to the rhythm and the poetic lyrics.
There's a calm surrender to the rush of day
When the heat of the rolling world can be turned away
An enchanted moment, and it sees me through
It's enough for this restless warrior just to be with you
And can you feel the love tonight
It is where we are
It's enough for this wide-eyed wanderer
That we got this far
And can you feel the love tonight
"Can you feel the love, Cara?" Kevin had said to her the day they'd married.
Kevin had brought her hand to his mouth and nibbled, his dark blue eyes piercing hers. She'd tingled with excitement from that single gesture. Cara had felt his love, with every heart-stopping glance, every tender touch and each tantalizing kiss.
"Yes, I feel it, honey," she'd replied.
He'd kissed her lips, whispering, "This is our song, babe."
They'd hung on to each other and sung the lyrics along with Elton's smooth tones, moving to the music as their family and friends looked on. She thought she'd married her Prince Charming, her college sweetheart who could make her laugh one moment and sizzle the next.
Cara's heart swelled thinking back on her wedding day, thinking of being in Kevin's arms, of loving him for all she was worth and hoping for the same kind of happy life she'd wished for so many of her dance students through the years.
She'd had such big dreams.
"Why, Kevin?" she whispered in the silence of the Dallas ballroom.
Gorgeous Kevin Novak, with the penetrating blue eyes and short blond hair, had often been mistaken for David Beckham. She and Kevin had their own private joke about it since, with her curly blond hair and sky-blue eyes, she hardly looked like Posh Spice. Cara smiled briefly at the memory.
They'd had such good times in the beginning, until Kevin had decided building his real estate empire was more important than building their marriage. He'd become a die-hard workaholic, neglecting her needs in favor of the next big deal. He'd broken her heart—hearing their song again brought it all back. The happiness she'd hoped for with Kevin had eluded them. Cara still felt the ache in the pit of her stomach.
She'd moved on with her life, leaving Somerset to start a new life in Dallas, but she hadn't escaped the deep hurt and anguish Kevin had caused.
Cara snapped her eyes open and stared at the fading shadows in the mirror. Her silhouette reflected back the new, confident woman she'd become. She was a businesswoman now, owner of a chain of dance studios, and a choreographer and dance instructor as well.
No longer that optimistic, hope-filled girl who'd wanted a life and children with Kevin, it was long past time for Cara to rectify her situation.
She punched off the CD player and headed to the phone to call the man she hadn't spoken with in over four years. She'd waltzed around this issue long enough.
It was time to divorce her husband.
Kevin Novak chalked the cue stick with slow, deliberate twists, contemplating his next shot. He was one of the best pool players at the Texas Cattleman's Club, but his pal Darius Franklin was making him sweat for the win. "You know darn well Montoya is responsible for setting the fire."
Kevin bent over the carved-oak vintage pool table and took his shot, the solid orange cue ball angling into the corner pocket. He knew darn well Darius didn't believe Alejandro Montoya was responsible for the damaging blaze set at Brody Oil and Gas. But he wasn't above using distraction to earn a win.
"I don't know that for a fact, Kev. The fire was definitely an act of arson, but I'm not pointing fingers yet."
"Montoya has always been a pain in the ass."
Kevin missed his next shot and Darius lifted his cue stick, eyeing the pool table. "True, but arson? That's an accusation I'm not ready to make. It looks like a professional job and if that's the case, I'd have to rule him out."
"I say he's guilty." Lance Brody, another of Kevin's old frat brothers from the University of Texas, chimed in. Kevin's four best friends were all members of Texas Cattleman's Club in Maverick County. They watched the game, sipping drinks and cajoling from the sidelines of the club's game room.
"I'm with Lance," Mitch Brody said, agreeing with his brother. "Montoya's got an ax to grind."
Justin Dupree nodded, taking a swig of beer. "I think Montoya is guilty, too. He's got issues with Lance. Always has."
Lance scoffed. " I have issues with him." Their rivalry went back to high-school days.
Darius eyed the striped blue ball and took his shot. The ball rolled into the side pocket and Kevin winced.
"Nice shot."
Darius laughed. "It hurt you to say that, didn't it?"
"Like a knife in my heart."
Darius shook his head. "You're a sore loser, Kev."
"I haven't lost yet."
And when Darius missed his next shot, Kevin went full throttle, unwilling to give an inch. His competitive nature wouldn't allow a loss. He sank the next four solid-color balls, then the eight ball, winning the game.
Satisfied, Kevin shook his friend's hand. "You gave me a run for my money."
Darius slapped a twenty in his palm. "I'll get you next time." He lowered his voice, setting his cue stick into its case. "So you really think Montoya set the fire?"
"I'm thinking he did. I also think he's behind blocking my project in downtown Somerset. He's got it in for the Brody brothers and their friends. Wasn't a coincidence to find the area I'd designated for a major development is being declared an historic district. He's got to be behind the rezoning. It's all a little too suspicious."
Lance walked up and put his arms around their shoulders. "Come on, you two. Let's forget about Montoya for a minute. We need to set a date for my wedding reception. Kate deserves more than the Las Vegas elopement she got."
Kevin grinned. "Yeah, you really know how to impress a girl."
Justin added, "Lance really pulled out all the stops on that one."
"Funny, guys." Lance pulled a frown, but Kevin knew he didn't mind their teasing. He'd found his soul mate in Kate and wanted to provide her a beautiful reception.
When the game-room phone rang, Lance walked over to pick it up. "Cara? Is it really you? It's good to hear your voice."
Kevin froze. All heads turned his way and he met with four pairs of curious eyes. Emotions washed through his system. A tic worked his jaw while he stood rigid and waited.
"Okay, I'll get him. He's right here." Lance nodded his way, holding the phone up. "It's… Cara. She wants to speak with you."
Kevin strode across the room to take the phone. Before speaking, he turned to look at his friends, and with a quick gesture signaled them to continue playing and butt out.
The guys turned around and Kevin spoke into the receiver. "Cara?"
"Hello, Kevin."
So formal.
God, he hadn't heard her voice in four years. Not once. Not since she'd left him high and dry and made a new life for herself in Dallas. He'd kept up on her through friends and what little he'd read in the newspapers about her successful dance studios.
She sounded the same—sassy if not a little stiff. There was an awkward moment of silence.
"I guess it's time for us to end it," she said.
Images of Cara getting remarried immediately entered his mind. After four years, why else would she call? Had she fallen in love with another man?
Kevin didn't know how he'd feel about that. She'd walked out on him and their marriage. She'd tried to file for divorce but Kevin had sent the papers back to her. He'd given her an ultimatum— if she wanted out, she would have to come back and face him.
"I'm coming to Somerset. I'd like to make an appointment with you to discuss the… divorce."
"Fine." Kevin's lips tightened.
"It's business, Kevin. You should understand that. I need an expansion loan for my studios. The bank recommends… Well, let's face it. We both need to get on with our lives."
It's business.
How many times had he said that to her when he couldn't make it home for dinner? When he'd come in so late that he'd plopped into bed beside her and held her tight until they'd fallen asleep? She'd wanted children and Kevin had asked for her patience. His business had come first, but only because he'd wanted to provide a good life for her. He'd made his millions, but she never understood that he'd done it all for her. And how had she showed him her undying love? She'd packed up in the middle of the night and left him. Just like that. After five years of marriage.
Damn her.
"I'm good with that," he said. "When are you coming in?"
"Tomorrow?"
Kevin turned to find all four of his friends silently watching him. "Tomorrow is good. Meet me at the office at five."
Kevin hung up the phone and contemplated his next move. Cara wasn't going to get away with breezing into his life for a day to get her divorce. No, he wouldn't make it so easy for her.
A plan began to formulate in his head and his lips lifted. "Cara's coming to town tomorrow," he said needlessly. "She wants to finalize the divorce."
"I've seen that expression on your face before," Darius said. "What's got you looking so damn smug?"
"Nothing," he replied innocently.
"Like the nothing that nearly got us expelled from UT? Remember when we stole Professor Turner's prized Shakespeare bust from his classroom?" Lance asked, narrowing his eyes. "That kind of nothing?"
Kevin shrugged.
"I don't like it," Lance said. "You looked fit to be tied when she called, and now you're looking like a fat cat who just lapped up a pint of milk."
Kevin only smiled and finished his beer. "I'd better get going."
"I feel for Cara already. That girl won't know what hit her," Darius added.
Kevin walked to the door of the game room, shaking his head. "That girl is my wife. And she deserves everything she gets."
Darius shot him a warning look. "I always liked Cara."
"Yeah," Kevin said on a deep breath, before exiting the room. "So did I."
Monday, August 03, 2009
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Friday, July 31, 2009
It's Freebie Fridays and a total downpour!
Look for "Drench Yourself in Desire" Book Shower coming on the Desire Blog this weekend!!
Go to Desire Blog and post your comments for the month of August to be entered!!
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Wednesday, July 29, 2009
The Man in the Beans
This is bizarre - after you find the guy - it's so obvious.Doctors have concluded that if you find the man in the coffee beans in 3 seconds, the right half of your brain is better developed than most people. If you find the man between 3 seconds and 1 minute, the right half of the brain is developed normally. If you find the man between 1 minute and 3 minutes, then the right half of your brain is functioning slowly and you need to eat more protein. If you have not found the man after 3 minutes, the advice is to look for more of this type of exercise to make that part of the brain stronger!!!
And, yes, the man is really there!!!
BTW- I found it after about 5 seconds. How did you do?
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
EMBARRASSING MEDICAL MOMENTS
1. A man comes into the ER and yells, 'My wife's going to have her baby in the cab!' I grabbed my stuff, rushed out to the cab, lifted the lady's dress, and began to take off her underwear. Suddenly, I noticed that there were several cabs -- and I was in the wrong one.
Submitted by Dr. Mark MacDonald, San Antonio , TX
2. At the beginning of my shift, I placed a stethoscope on an elderly and slightly deaf female patient's anterior chest wall. 'Big breaths,' I instructed. 'Yes, they used to be,' replied the patient.
Submitted by Dr. Richard Byrnes, Seattle , WA ..
3. One day I had to be the bearer of bad news when I told a wife that her husband had died of a massive myocardial infarct. Not more than five minutes later, I heard her reporting to the rest of the family that he had died of a 'massive internal fart.'
Submitted by Dr. Susan Steinberg
4. During a patient's two week follow-up appointment with his cardiologist, he informed me, his doctor, that he was having trouble with one of his medications. 'Which one,' I asked? 'The patch, the nurse told me to put on a new one every six hours, and now I'm running out of places to put it!' I had him quickly undress, and discovered what I hoped I wouldn't see. Yes, the man had over fifty patches on his body! Now, the instructions include removal of the old patch before applying a new one.
Submitted by Dr. Rebecca St. Clair, Norfolk , VA.
5. While acquainting myself with a new elderly patient, I asked, 'How long have you been bedridden?' After a look of complete confusion, she answered....'Why, not for about twenty years -- when my husband was alive.'
Submitted by Dr. Steven Swanson, Corvallis , OR
6. I was caring for a woman and asked, 'So, how's your breakfast this morning?' 'It's very good, except for the Kentucky Jelly. I can't seem to get used to the taste,' the patient replied. I then asked to see the jelly, and the woman produced a foil packet labeled 'KY Jelly.'
Submitted by Dr. Leonard Kransdorf, Detroit , MI
7. A nurse was on duty in the emergency room when a young woman with purple hair styled into a punk rocker mohawk, sporting a variety of tattoos, and wearing strange clothing, entered. It was quickly determined that the patient had acute appendicitis, so she was scheduled for immediate surgery. When she was completely disrobed on the operating table, the staff noticed that her pubic hair had been dyed green, and above it there was a tattoo that read, 'Keep off the grass.' Once the surgery was completed, the surgeon wrote a short note on the patient's dressing, which said, 'Sorry, had to mow the lawn.'
Submitted by RN, no name.
AND FINALLY!!!...
8. As a new, young MD doing his residency in OB , I was quite embarrassed when performing female pelvic exams. To cover my embarrassment, I had unconsciously formed a habit of whistling softly. Th e middle-aged lady upon whom I was performing this exam suddenly burst out laughing and further embarrassing me. I looked up from my work and sheepishly said, "I'm sorry. Was I tickling you?" She replied, "No doctor, but the song you were whistling was, 'I wish I was an Oscar Meyer Wiener.' "
Doctor wouldn't submit his name (Can't blame him!)
Thursday, July 23, 2009
The Kid in Me
I'm blogging today (Friday) at http://www.petticoatsandpistols.com/ and giving away three of my brand new, not in the stores yet, September release.
Stop on by... it's a fun blog about birthdays and Disneyland!!
Stop on by... it's a fun blog about birthdays and Disneyland!!
Monday, July 20, 2009
Bookseller's Best Award
Friday, July 10, 2009
What I'm Reading... Montana Rose
This book is from my fellow Filly at Petticoats and Pistols!! Mary Connealy has a great sense of humor and a wonderful gift for writing. I'm just into it and already it's a delight.
What It's About:
Fire up your love of romance with Montana Rose, where Cassie Griffin, a seemingly spoiled pregnant woman, is widowed one day and wedded the next. Marrying handyman Red Dawson seems the only alternative to Cassie's being hitched to a brutal rancher. But can this "china doll" bear exchanging smooth silk for coarse calico? Red was reluctant to be yoked to an unbeliever, but sometimes a man has no choice. Will Red change Cassie's heart by changing her name? Wade Sawyer is obsessed with saving Cassie from a marriage of convenience. How far will he go make her his own?
What It's About:
Fire up your love of romance with Montana Rose, where Cassie Griffin, a seemingly spoiled pregnant woman, is widowed one day and wedded the next. Marrying handyman Red Dawson seems the only alternative to Cassie's being hitched to a brutal rancher. But can this "china doll" bear exchanging smooth silk for coarse calico? Red was reluctant to be yoked to an unbeliever, but sometimes a man has no choice. Will Red change Cassie's heart by changing her name? Wade Sawyer is obsessed with saving Cassie from a marriage of convenience. How far will he go make her his own?
Available on Amazon
Wednesday, July 08, 2009
A Morning Funny - Guaranteed to make you smile!!
Living in 2009
YOU KNOW YOU ARE LIVING IN 2009 when...
1.. You accidentally enter your password on the microwave.
2. You haven't played solitaire with real cards in years.
3. You have a list of 15 phone numbers to reach your family of 3.
4. You e-mail the person who works at the desk next to you.
5. Your reason for not staying in touch with friends and family is that they don't have e-mail addresses.
6. You pull up in your own driveway and use your mobile phone to see if anyone is home to help you carry in the groceries.
7. Every commercial on television has a web site at the bottom of the screen.
8. Leaving the house without your mobile phone, which you didn't have the first 20 or 30 (or 60) years of your life, is now a cause for panic and you turn around to go and get it.
10. You get up in the morning and go on line before getting your coffee.
11. You start tilting your head sideways to smile. : )
12. You're reading this and nodding and laughing.
13. Even worse, you know exactly to whom you are going to forward this message.
14. You are too busy to notice there was no #9 on this list.
15. You actually scrolled back up to check that there wasn't a #9 on this list
AND NOW YOU ARE LAUGHING at yourself.
Go on, forward this to your friends. You know you want to.
Special thanks to my friend Sandy for sending this along!
YOU KNOW YOU ARE LIVING IN 2009 when...
1.. You accidentally enter your password on the microwave.
2. You haven't played solitaire with real cards in years.
3. You have a list of 15 phone numbers to reach your family of 3.
4. You e-mail the person who works at the desk next to you.
5. Your reason for not staying in touch with friends and family is that they don't have e-mail addresses.
6. You pull up in your own driveway and use your mobile phone to see if anyone is home to help you carry in the groceries.
7. Every commercial on television has a web site at the bottom of the screen.
8. Leaving the house without your mobile phone, which you didn't have the first 20 or 30 (or 60) years of your life, is now a cause for panic and you turn around to go and get it.
10. You get up in the morning and go on line before getting your coffee.
11. You start tilting your head sideways to smile. : )
12. You're reading this and nodding and laughing.
13. Even worse, you know exactly to whom you are going to forward this message.
14. You are too busy to notice there was no #9 on this list.
15. You actually scrolled back up to check that there wasn't a #9 on this list
AND NOW YOU ARE LAUGHING at yourself.
Go on, forward this to your friends. You know you want to.
Special thanks to my friend Sandy for sending this along!
Friday, July 03, 2009
From Cataromance ... My First Review!
Review: Texan's Wedding Night Wager by Charlene Sands
Pride and lack of communication are at the root of the Charlene Sand's excellent story, Texan's Wedding-Night Wager.
Cara Pettigrew has not talked to her husband for four years. Now it is time to end the marriage and get a divorce. She agrees to meet with Kevin Novak so he can sign the papers but Kevin refuses to let her off easy. In return for his signature, Cara must remain in town for two weeks and then Kevin wants one final night. Kevin embarks on scheme to court and seduce Cara and when she falls in love with him, he will leave her just as she did him four years ago. Cara left those years ago because she felt she came in second to Kevin's work. Now she sees a different man and begins to hope there could be a future for them, until she learns the truth.
Both Cara and Kevin felt hurt and injured in their breakup but neither fully understood how the other felt. Charlene Sands does an excellent job of allowing us to view their opinions and feelings. Both were trying to protect themselves from more hurt and wanted to keep their heart safe. Intensely emotional and thoroughly satisfying, Texan's Wedding Night Wager will tug at our emotions and have us rooting for these two to put pride behind and talk to each other honestly. Texan's Wedding Night Wager - another not-to-be missed tale by Charlene Sands.
Cataromance.com
Debby Guyette – Reviewer
4.5 Stars ****
Sensuous Rating
Pre-order on Amazon
Pride and lack of communication are at the root of the Charlene Sand's excellent story, Texan's Wedding-Night Wager.
Cara Pettigrew has not talked to her husband for four years. Now it is time to end the marriage and get a divorce. She agrees to meet with Kevin Novak so he can sign the papers but Kevin refuses to let her off easy. In return for his signature, Cara must remain in town for two weeks and then Kevin wants one final night. Kevin embarks on scheme to court and seduce Cara and when she falls in love with him, he will leave her just as she did him four years ago. Cara left those years ago because she felt she came in second to Kevin's work. Now she sees a different man and begins to hope there could be a future for them, until she learns the truth.
Both Cara and Kevin felt hurt and injured in their breakup but neither fully understood how the other felt. Charlene Sands does an excellent job of allowing us to view their opinions and feelings. Both were trying to protect themselves from more hurt and wanted to keep their heart safe. Intensely emotional and thoroughly satisfying, Texan's Wedding Night Wager will tug at our emotions and have us rooting for these two to put pride behind and talk to each other honestly. Texan's Wedding Night Wager - another not-to-be missed tale by Charlene Sands.
Cataromance.com
Debby Guyette – Reviewer
4.5 Stars ****
Sensuous Rating
Pre-order on Amazon
Monday, June 22, 2009
New Contest on my Site Today!!
I'm celebrating the release of my Texas Cattleman's Club book in September with the Texan's Wedding Night Wager Contest! You could win two great prizes... all you have to do is Enter Here!!
Don't miss out and Good Luck!!
And Texan's Wedding Night Wager is available for pre-order on Amazon and will be available in August on Eharlequin!
Saturday, June 20, 2009
The Proposal with Sandra Bullock
I loved this! My hubby loved this! If you want to see a cleverly written, very funny, feel good movie, this romantic comedy is for you. Gotta give Sandra Bullock and Ryan Reynolds kudos for their portrayals.
It's been very well reviewed, but often I don't pay them much attention. This time they got it right! Run, Don't Walk, to make this one the next movie you see!
Monday, June 15, 2009
Tuesday, June 09, 2009
Sneak Peek at Texan's Wedding Night Wager
Monday, June 08, 2009
Join me on Facebook!
I'm new to Facebook, but I already have 67 friends.
Come join me and let's talk romance, books and anything else!
We also have a Desire and Silhouette site on Facebook.
Lots of things cooking!
Facebook!
Friday, June 05, 2009
Marrying Minda ... a great read from Tanya Hanson
Just a note to be sure to read Marrying Minda - Tanya Hanson's new western is available now on Amazon. Be sure to pick up your print copy!
Or if you love ebooks, it's available today at Wild Rose Press!!
The Story:
Mail-order bride Minda Becker arrives in Paradise, Nebraska and eagerly marries the handsome man who meets her stagecoach. His wedding kiss melts her toes. Too bad he's the wrong bridegroom. Cowboy Brixton Haynes can't deny he'd like a wedding night with the eastern beauty, but the last thing he needs is to be saddled with a wife and the three children his brother left behind. First chance he gets, he'll be back point riding along the Goodnight. But leaving Minda proves to be much harder than he expected.
Read a short excerpt:
Night fell soft and silent, and the snuffles of Norman Dale’s livestock comforted Brixton with memories of the trail. Lord, he couldn’t wait to get back. Habit had him walk quiet as he could from the barn to the house. Even the tiniest noise sparked stampedes on the trail, so his footsteps were cautious wherever he went.
At the back porch, he set down Minda’s valises and paused to peek in the back window. Her lush curves swayed beneath the simple dress as she readied the children for bed, and he couldn’t fill his vision fast enough. The memory of her soft sweet cheek brushed his fingertips once more, and his heart raced and his groin throbbed. It was the heartbeat he didn’t like; a man desiring a beautiful woman was just what a man did. But a galloping heart might mean a man felt something deep inside. Even worse, night after night alone on the trail, he’d keep seeing her shining hair sweep across Ned’s shoulders while she kissed the top of the lad’s head. So he pulled out his flask and drank deeper. It was too much like having a family of his own, something he swore he never needed. Suddenly he missed his brother more than he’d missed anything.
Until this minute, he had never felt shy about coming through this door without a knock. His wife’s current disposition gave him pause, but he had goods to deliver and damn, the kids just might like one of his good-night songs. His tongue clicked. Truth to tell, his bride would think him nothing but a rowdy bridegroom wanting a tumble between the sheets. Already she’d tried to disgrace him by letting a room at the boardinghouse just for herself. Another long hard swig consoled his throat as it emptied his flask.
Damn woman.
Tuesday, June 02, 2009
Conan's Tonight Show
Do you like Conan O'Brien as the new Tonight Show host?
I'll admit to being a fan. When my hubby worked nights, I'd stay up late to wait for him and began watching Conan's late night show. I'd usually be dosing off just at the 12:30 am hour and then Conan came on. Before I knew it, I'd be laughing at something so outrageous that I'd find myself wide awake! He is so off-the-wall and strange that it's refreshing and I find him funny. It's a matter of taste, I suppose.
Some friends don't enjoy his brand of humor. It's either, you like him or you don't. I do. You never know what he's going to do or say. And he's taping in our valley now, right up there at Universal Studios. There's something nice about familiarity too.
I've seen a taping of Jay Leno and he is a really nice man. He relates to his audience and talks to them in a warm way before the show. When his prime time show comes on the air in Sept, I'll probably watch him too. I need my talk show hosts to fall asleep to at night ... no offense intended to Jay or Conan. But after a stressful day, a bit of comedy relaxes me. What can I say?
I'll admit to being a fan. When my hubby worked nights, I'd stay up late to wait for him and began watching Conan's late night show. I'd usually be dosing off just at the 12:30 am hour and then Conan came on. Before I knew it, I'd be laughing at something so outrageous that I'd find myself wide awake! He is so off-the-wall and strange that it's refreshing and I find him funny. It's a matter of taste, I suppose.
Some friends don't enjoy his brand of humor. It's either, you like him or you don't. I do. You never know what he's going to do or say. And he's taping in our valley now, right up there at Universal Studios. There's something nice about familiarity too.
I've seen a taping of Jay Leno and he is a really nice man. He relates to his audience and talks to them in a warm way before the show. When his prime time show comes on the air in Sept, I'll probably watch him too. I need my talk show hosts to fall asleep to at night ... no offense intended to Jay or Conan. But after a stressful day, a bit of comedy relaxes me. What can I say?
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Sexy Texans - The Texas Cattleman's Club
Here's a sneak peek at some sexy Texans! I'm thrilled to be a part of this series from six Desire authors!
Katherine Garbera starts off the series with Taming the Texas Tycoon.
STARTING IN JULY
A NEW 6-BOOK TEXAS CATTLEMEN SERIES
July - Taming the Texas Tycoon by Katherine Garbera
August- One Night with the Wealthy Rancher by Brenda Jackson
September - Texan's Wedding Night Wager by Charlene Sands
October - The Oilman's Baby Bargain by Michelle Celmer
November - The Maverick's Virgin Mistress by Jennifer Lewis
December - Lone Star Seduction by Day LeClaire
I'm anxiously awaiting my new cover for my September book!
Look for my new Texan's Wedding Night Contest!!
Coming soon!
Katherine Garbera starts off the series with Taming the Texas Tycoon.
STARTING IN JULY
A NEW 6-BOOK TEXAS CATTLEMEN SERIES
July - Taming the Texas Tycoon by Katherine Garbera
August- One Night with the Wealthy Rancher by Brenda Jackson
September - Texan's Wedding Night Wager by Charlene Sands
October - The Oilman's Baby Bargain by Michelle Celmer
November - The Maverick's Virgin Mistress by Jennifer Lewis
December - Lone Star Seduction by Day LeClaire
I'm anxiously awaiting my new cover for my September book!
Look for my new Texan's Wedding Night Contest!!
Coming soon!
Thursday, May 21, 2009
It's my day at Petticoats and Pistols
Stop on by! We have a brand new Contest up and running.
And don't forget to post a comment.
We're talking WEDDINGS!
www.petticoatsandpistols.com
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