Heartwarming Holiday Wishes, 99 cents!

2 (1)Let’s go back to Christmas Town, Maine!

Finding His Fiancee by Christmas, Heartwarming Holiday Wishes

Dara Allen has retreated to Christmas Town in order to hide from a broken heart. Life there has softened some of her edges without changing her style. When ex-NYC cop Carter Howe follows her, they’ll have to come to terms with what’s true, what matters, and messages from a friend.

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FREE READ for February: sweet novella Miss Chance

Miss Chance updatedTo celebrate a great year, I’ve worked on a free novella called Miss Chance. It’s pretty special to me because it was the first thing I wrote after I decided to get serious about becoming a writer. It’s been through many different forms and I’ve learned a lot since I started. It continues to teach me (about the challenges of self-publishing this time), but I hope you’ll enjoy it! It’s available at Barnes and Noble, Apple (and at Amazon but not for free), but Smashwords has all the formats you might need so here’s the link: MISS CHANCE

If you could take a minute to write up a review wherever you like to buy or read books, I’d really appreciate it!

Here’s the info:

MISS CHANCE

Baxter the Badger seriously needs a makeover. After fumbling a paint can on the way to address the high school mascot’s leer, Mischance Missy meets the one man in town she’d like to notice her for something other than disaster, her brother’s best friend and her high school crush.

The town threw a parade the last time Joe Summerville came home. Now, after ending his career in a crash with nearly fatal consequences, he’s afraid to cross Main Street without a human shield. Sober and anxious to help his dad any way he can, Joe’s sure only one thing can save him: coaching winning games.

Missy and Joe are about to learn that sometimes disaster can lead to love.

Sweet Romance, 30.000 words

A Minute on the Lips Excerpt, Ch. 1

Do you need a new book? OF COURSE YOU DO! May I suggest A Minute on the Lips, my small-town sheriff, charming newspaper editor, solving a case and falling in love, sweet romance? Here’s an excerpt:

Andi could see Jackie’s beady, excited eyes over the top of the crowd. He was standing on the bench he’d pulled over to block the door to the diner. Andi would need to get that fixed pretty quick or she and Jackie would both be on the mayor’s hit list.

Andi glanced over the crowd as she asked, “Jackie, what seems to be the problem?”

Jackie wrinkled his brow in an ugly frown. “Sheriff, the problem is that I’ve got a crime scene here, and I don’t want any of these suspects or looky-loos to muddy up the evidence.”

Right. Andi nodded, hoping Jackie would think she cared as deeply as she had the first time she’d answered one of his calls. Or even the second or third. Then she hadn’t realized how frequently she’d be giving Jackie the same nod. Now she knew better than to get her hopes up for a real case. “Why don’t we go inside and have a look? And we can move that bench right back under the window, to get things back to normal.”

Even before she got the second sentence out of her mouth, Jackie was shaking his head. The few red hairs that remained on top stirred in the weak breeze. “No, ma’am, first get statements from every one of these suspects. Then I’ll let you in to look around, take your fingerprints and do any of that forensic investigation. You better hurry it up, though. I’m losing the breakfast crowd.”

Andi stifled a heavy sigh as she looked at the crowd of “suspects” and decided it would be easier to go along with Jackie at this point. He wasn’t going to like that her forensic investigation would be sorely lacking. She could take fingerprints and get some photos, but considering the crowd that went through the diner, unless she found something really out of the ordinary, she’d have a hard time calling anything she found evidence. Thanks to television, everyone expected her to have a crime lab, a source at Homeland Security and a psychic in her back pocket. In most cases, Andi’s resources were limited to her powers of observation—which were pretty good. She was also lucky to work with talented deputies. For almost two years, they had been enough to stay on top of petty crime, not-so-friendly disputes, domestic violence calls, small drug busts and general safety concerns in Tall Pines. No laboratories needed.

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