Monday, August 22, 2016

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About The Good, The Bad and The Ghostly:
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Wild, Wild Ghost by Margo Bond Collins
With everyone she loves in the grave, Ruby specializes in the dead.

Comes An Outlaw by Keta Diablo
An outlaw returns to his childhood home to find his parents and brother dead, and the lovely widow in grave danger.

Long A Ghost, and Far Away by Andrea Downing
Ghosts are restless souls, and Lizzie Adams is one of them. How many lives will she get to find the perfect love?

A Ghostly Wager by Blaire Edens
Even a skeptical detective needs a little otherworldly help.

How the Ghost Was Won by Erin Hayes
There are ghost stories. And there are ghost legends.

McKee's Ghost by Anita Philmar
The ghost living in his house might have saved him from an unhappy marriage and brought him the girl of his dreams but when his ex- fiancé returns, the same spirit turns his life upside down.

A Ride Through Time by Charlene Raddon
P.S.I. Agent Burke Jameson wants to find out if Eagle Gulch, Colorado has genuine ghosts. But he found far more than he expected, including a horse ride that could change his life forever

The Ghost and the Bridegroom by Patti Sherry-Crews
She's sent west to solve a case. What she finds will change her forever. 



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Friday, August 19, 2016

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Wild, Wild Ghost by Margo Bond Collins
With everyone she loves in the grave, Ruby specializes in the dead.


Comes An Outlaw by Keta Diablo
An outlaw returns to his childhood home to find his parents and brother dead, and the lovely widow in grave danger.


Long A Ghost, and Far Away by Andrea Downing
Ghosts are restless souls, and Lizzie Adams is one of them. How many lives will she get to find the perfect love?


A Ghostly Wager by Blaire Edens
Even a skeptical detective needs a little otherworldly help.


How the Ghost Was Won by Erin Hayes
There are ghost stories. And there are ghost legends.


McKee's Ghost by Anita Philmar
The ghost living in his house might have saved him from an unhappy marriage and brought him the girl of his dreams but when his ex- fiancé returns, the same spirit turns his life upside down.


A Ride Through Time by Charlene Raddon
P.S.I. Agent Burke Jameson wants to find out if Eagle Gulch, Colorado has genuine ghosts. But he found far more than he expected, including a horse ride that could change his life forever

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She's sent west to solve a case. What she finds will change her forever. 

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Sunday, November 1, 2015

New Release - SILVER BELLES & STETSONS

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* Western Romance
* Hunky Cowboys

Silver Belles & Stetsons
 

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Saturday, October 31, 2015

Welcome HEBBY ROMAN - Western Romance Author

Please help me welcome Hebby Roman to the blog. She's visiting today to tell us about "A Hard Candy Christmas" her story in the Silver Belles and Stetsons anthology.

Tell us about your story in the Silver Belles anthology
 

"A Hard Candy Christmas" is a story that's very close to my heart. I set it in my hometown of Del Rio, Texas, and I've included railroaders along with sheep ranchers because the railroad in the early days of Del Rio was a huge boost to the local economy.

My father was a railroad engineer in Del Rio when I was growing up, and our life revolved around his train schedules. Another interesting fact about Del Rio is it was originally settled by ranchers, but not cattle ranchers—sheep ranchers. The climate is arid and the soil is poor and mostly grows brush and some prairie grass, so the original ranching families learned they could run more sheep per acre than cattle. My sister married into one of the pioneer families, the Bakers, and I spent several of my summers on their ranch, working sheep on horseback and helping out around the shearing shed.

The story centers on a young single mother, Abigail, whose husband has deserted her. She has an eight-year-old son. They're dependent on her demanding and miserly father, a railroad engineer, who also owns a boardinghouse, which she runs for him. Given her relationship with her husband and her father, Abby has been hurt and is fearful of men. She goes to great lengths to avoid men--until Clint Graham, a sheep rancher and the local sheriff, rents one of her rooms. Even though they're caught between the railroaders and sheep ranchers in a local feud, Abby and Clint learn they have a lot in common. And Clint's steadfast devotion to her son helps to dispel her fears about men. Their romance blossoms, but then Abby's long-absent husband shows up.

What inspired you to write "A Hard Candy Christmas?"


Summers spent on the Baker ranch and Devil's River, along with growing up in a railroad family and adapting to its peculiar lifestyle.

What is a typical writing day like for you?


Is there such a thing as a typical writing day? I wish there were, but I find I have to fit my writing schedule around my family, household stuff, my new granddaughter, and social media. However, if you ask what my ideal writing day SHOULD be, I would say, it's getting up, brushing my teeth, etc. and then immediately sitting down at my computer to write and ignoring everything until I've reached my page count (I'm old fashioned, I still use pages, not words, for my daily quota). My preferable page count is around 8 to 10 pages per day, six days a week. But if I'm on a deadline, I will write any time and burn a lot of midnight oil to make the deadline.

Blurb
Abigail Kerr Sanford is a single mother struggling to raise her child. Sheriff Clint Graham is a man scarred by his background and family tragedies. Drawn into a bitter feud between ranchers and railroaders, Abigail and Clint work together to resolve the feud, learning to respect and trust each other. And as their feelings deepen, they recognize their love is the most special Christmas gift of all.

Excerpt

“Don't! Don't say it.” Abigail covered her ears with her hands. “I can't stand it.” She rose and stood before him, tears trailing down her cheeks. “Too much sorrow, too much grief. There aren't enough words, there isn't enough…anything.”
Clint rose and put his arms around her waist. And she didn't pull away. Instead, she slumped against him and buried her face in his chest.
   
Talking about what had happened made the grief fresh again, like a knife cutting out his guts. But at the same time, he felt a breath of relief, as if he'd cauterized a gaping wound, and stopped the bleeding.

He rested his chin on the top of Abby's head and sighed. Her hair was soft and silky. And holding her in his arms helped—just touching her. He hoped she felt the same way.
   
She lifted her head and gazed at him. “Kevin reminds you of Timothy?”
   
He nodded. “Yes, being with your son is the only thing that's helped. I took the sheriff's job to make money and restock my ranch. But the real reason was to get away from the river. I couldn't stand to look at it—to be reminded of what happened.”
   
He trailed his fingertips along her cheek and down her throat. “I know I'm a crazy man, Abby. But being around you and Kevin makes me less crazy.” He snagged her gaze. “That should be a good thing, right?”
   
“Yes, Clint, a good thing.” She ran her pink tongue over her ruby-red lips.
   
And God help him, he bent his head and touched his lips to hers.
   
At first, she started to pull away, but he made himself go slow. He brushed her lips lightly, gently. She sighed and leaned into his embrace. He caressed her lips with his, angling his head this way and then that, but careful not to seek entrance to her mouth.
   
She might be the mother of an eight-year-old boy, but she acted like a virgin.
   
He cradled her and she snuggled closer, offering her mouth to him.
   
He groaned.
   
Would he ever get enough of her?

Author Bio 

Hebby Roman is the multi-published author of both historical and contemporary romances. Her first contemporary romance, SUMMER DREAMS, was the launch title for Encanto, a print line featuring Latino romances. And her re-published e-book, SUMMER DREAMS, was #1 in Amazon fiction and romance.

Hebby is a member of the Romance Writers of America, and the past president of her local chapter, North Texas Romance Writers. She was selected for the Romantic Times "Texas Author" award, and she won a national Harlequin contest. Her book, BORDER HEAT, was a Los Angeles Times Book Festival selection.

She graduated with highest honors from the University of Texas in Austin and was selected for inclusion in the first edition of Who's Who in American Women.

She is blessed to have all her family living close by in north Texas, including her family's latest edition, her granddaughter, Mackenzie. Hebby lives in Arlington, Texas with her husband, Luis, and maltipoo, Maximillian.

AUTHOR HOME

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Amazon Author Page

Getting to Know Hebby

Favorite animal would have to be dogs with horses a close second.
Biggest fear is probably any of my family or friends being in a terrible car accident on the highway.
Easiest person to talk to would be my three closest girlfriends, all of whom I've known over 20 years, one of which was a college roommate.
Favorite song would be Chris Botti's "Indian Summer."
Favorite book would be "Gone with the Wind."
Ghosts, are they real? Yes, I think certain places that have deadly or notorious histories, tend to encourage spirits to "hang around."
Hometown is Del Rio, Texas.
I'm in love with my husband and son and granddaughter. Boring, aren't I? Well, there is "Downton Abbey." I love that series.
Middle name is Lynn, as in my mother, who when she was mad, would screech: "Hebby Lynn McCuller (maiden name), you get over here and…"
One wish would be to visit Venice before I leave this earth.
Reason to smile anything that lampoons egotistical people.
Song you last sang was "England Swings" because we were in Great Britain and that old 60's song kept playing in my mind.
Underwear color Really? Who cares? But again, I'm old fashioned, so definitely white.
Vacation destination Again, Venice and anywhere along the Mediterranean.
 Favorite movie is "Charade" with Audrey Hepburn and Cary Grant.
Worst habit is snacking, late at night, while I'm reading, even though I'm not really hungry.
Favorite food is beef stroganoff.
Zodiac sign: Virgo.


Thanks so much for visiting us today, Hebby!

You can read Hebby's story in the:
SILVER BELLES AND STETSONS ANTHOLOGY


Friday, October 30, 2015

Welcome SUSAN HORSNELL - Western Romance Author

Please help me welcome Susan Horsnell to the blog. She's visiting today to tell us Marshal Mistletoe, her story in the Silver Belles and Stetsons anthology.

Tell us about your story in the Silver Belles anthology

Marshal Mistletoe is about Penny and Eric, a couple who were deeply in love. Unfortunately the Marshal is sent away on duty and because of lies, deceit and jealousy, Penny ends up married to his good friend. Will fate intervene and bring this couple together? Penny is hiding a secret, what could it be?

What inspired you to write Marshal Mistletoe?

I was asked by two of my good friends to join this anthology. I love to write Western Romance. I love to develop my stories using marshals, outlaws, robbery, murder and of course, lots of romance.

What is a typical writing day like for you?

I really, really wish I had one! I can write anywhere from my office, on the couch while hubby is watching TV, in bed, in a waiting room, in our caravan at night when we are travelling, on planes. Get the idea? Wherever I can snatch some minutes.

Blurb

Penny Turner is the most beautiful girl in Bare, North Wyoming.  She is deeply in love with Eric Miller, the Marshal of Bare. She is the love of his life.

So, why does she end up married to Eric’s friend, Walter Adamson? What happens to place her daughter, Larissa in danger? Can Eric save her? Will these two finally find happiness?

Excerpt

Chapter One

Bare
North Wyoming 1870

Penny sighed as Eric released her from the searing kiss. She loved this man with all her heart and knew he must love her.  A man wouldn’t kiss a women like that if he didn’t cherish her.

“What are you thinking, honey?” Eric asked.

“I was thinking about how good I feel in your arms. I know what we just did would be considered wrong, but it felt so right.”

“Regrets?”

“Not at all.” Penny had never felt so wonderful. She was now a woman and she had given her innocence to the only man she would ever love.

“I should get you home.” Eric started to rise from where they had made love on the blanket. Penny held him tight. “We have to go, honey. It’s past midnight. April and Mitchell will worry.” Since Penny’s family had returned to their native Ireland, the Kelly’s had been kind enough to give her a home. They treated her like a member of their family.

“They know I’m safe with you. Can’t we stay here? Please? Make love to me again.” She placed her finger into the cleft in his chin.

Eric found it difficult to refuse Penny. Hell, she had managed to talk him into making love to her on a blanket by the river. Twice already! He had always promised himself, he would take her innocence in their marriage bed. Slowly, seductively. He knew he was well endowed and hadn’t wanted to hurt her. Making love had been frantic. It had been like trying to tame a wildcat. A wildcat who was possessed. She’d had no trouble taking him. His gal was going to be a handful in bed and he looked forward to it.

Penny was the most beautiful girl Eric had ever set eyes on. Their attraction to each other had been instantaneous. She was tall, only a few inches shorter than his own six feet one inches, with curves where they should be. Her sparkling blue eyes captivated him and he loved the feel of her silky blonde hair as it slipped through his fingers. Her hair was now tangled with pieces of grass caught within it. Thanks to their frantic lovemaking.

He leaned forward and captured her lips in another bone melting kiss. “We have to go. I start work in a few hours.”

Penny grumbled but allowed her lover to stand. Eric was a tall man, handsome and well-muscled. His stormy grey eyes hid nothing as the color changed to reflect his emotions. She watched as he covered his sensuous body with clothes. It was almost sinful to cover such male perfection, but she wouldn’t like any other woman to see him in all his glory. It was hers, and hers alone to worship. She had loved seeing him naked. It seemed like she had waited forever for tonight and she wanted to lie there and bathe in the after-love glow for as long as she could.

“Penny, please.” Eric held out his hand.

She reluctantly stood and allowed him to help her dress.
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Favorite Animal = Definitely dogs. I have 2 and have had them all my life.
Biggest fear = Someone thinking they have wasted money on a book of mine.
Easiest person to talk to =  My husband.
Favorite song = Can’t Help Falling in Love by Elvis Presley.
Favorite book = Gone With The Wind by Margaret Mitchell.
Ghosts, are they real? = Absolutely. We had one in our house in Adelaide, South Australia. His name was George.
Hometown = Manly, NSW (Sydney suburb)
I'm in love with = My husband and Life.
Middle name = Don’t have one.
One wish = To see our Granddaughter ride at the Olympics.
Reason to smile = I’m alive!
Song you last sang = Bye Bye Baby – Col Joye. Sang along on the radio.
Underwear color = Black
Vacation destination = Hawaii
Favorite Movie = An Affair To Remember – Cary Grant and Deborah Kerr
Worst habit = Grinding my teeth when asleep. I spend a lot of time at the dentist having them repaired because of it.
Favorite food = Chicken
Zodiac sign = Sagittarius


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Thanks for dropping by today, Susan!

Sunday, October 25, 2015

Welcome KRISTIN HOLT - Western Romance Author!

Please help me welcome Kristin Holt to the blog. She's visiting today to tell us about The Drifter’s Proposal her story in the Silver Belles and Stetsons anthology.

What inspired you to write The Drifter’s Proposal?

Two things inspired this story: baking (which I’m ultra familiar with) and forensic accounting (which occurred with frequency in the Victorian era—but the term hadn’t yet been coined in 1900—and something I know absolutely nothing about). I took two characters who need each other desperately and have very little in common. The pair discovers they’re so well suited it’s their own kind of Christmas miracle. These two, more than most of my characters, needed the security of a certain happily forever after. Bringing Malloy and Adaline together was a most rewarding writing experience.

What is a typical writing day like for you?

 
In a perfect world, I’d have the ease of writing from 7 AM to 4 PM, and I could set work aside and enjoy other pursuits (and maybe my family) in the evenings. I’ve discovered the world is far from perfect.

About The Drifter's Proposal

 
The baker’s man is home for Christmas…

A spinster is startled by an overdue mortgage and imminent eviction, mere days before Christmas. Dare she trust a drifter to fight at her side, and invite certain heartbreak when he moves on?

EXCERPT

She met his gaze, straightened to her full height— five-feet-nothin’— and pointed a finger at his nose. Somehow, she’d drawn awful near, that close-trimmed nail mere inches from his face.
Fire sparked in her hazel eyes, turned far more green than brown by the apple-green of her shirtwaist and the flush of her porcelain skin. “Shame on you.”“Excuse me?”
“Shame on you for proposing—” She shook her finger harder at him.
Silence skipped over several heartbeats.
“There you go again,” he countered, “hauling up short and never finishing your sentences. I don’t understand you, lady.”
“Be quiet and let me finish.”
Sparks fairly flashed in those captivating eyes, and he found himself willing to do just about anything she asked. So he shut up and tried real hard not to smile.
“I do not care what you think to do for me and my family, Mister Malloy. Anyone who finds it amusing to propose marriage to a—”
Marriage?
He choked.
Whoa! How in the blazes had she jumped from here to there?
“—to a spinster, simply to—” She drew in a great breath.
Before her runaway wagon could get any further down the wrong turnoff, he jumped into the fray. “Now hold up, right there.”
“Simply,” she poked him in the chest with that forefinger, “for amusement?”
Not sure how it happened, he found his fist wrapped ‘round her little hand. Darn, but it fit snug inside his own. Soft, too. Warm, and decidedly feminine.
She tried to yank free.
He tucked their clasped hands against the chill of his coat. He’d never seen such a pretty woman riled up over a misunderstanding. “Where’d you get the idea I proposed marriage?”
“Maybe not in so many words. But that’s what you wanted me to think, now isn’t it?”
Nothing could have prepared him for the way his heart knocked hard against his breastbone, all because this soft, captivating female thought he’d hurt her. On purpose.
Aw, darlin’.
He stroked a thumb over the edge of her finger.
True, it might have been the soft hiss of steam from the coffee pot or tea kettle, but he’d have sworn she sucked in a quick breath.
And it sure as shootin’ didn’t sound indignant. Or angry.
In fact she’d calmed, a good deal. “Adaline… may I call you Adaline?”
She shrugged.
“Adaline.” He liked how her name rolled off his tongue. “Let me get this straight. You thought I’d proposed marriage.”
He watched her expression for tell-tale signs, ‘cause he genuinely wanted to know. Unbelievable, to think this woman was actually in a lather because he hadn’t proposed.
This woman.
The beauty he’d wanted to start something with but had stayed away ‘cause he had to be in Cheyenne before Christmas and she— well, she was a lady and wouldn’t be interested in the likes of him.
“Just so I understand,” he murmured, easing the hand he held ever nearer his lips, peering into those captivating green-and-brown eyes, “you’re put out, angry, because I didn’t propose marriage?”
She shivered and he felt the movement all the way at the tips of her fingers.
He captured her gaze and waited for an answer.
“Yes.” She shook her head. “No.”
“Did I hear you say something ‘bout a spinster?” That seemed to bother her worse than anything else. Odd. Surely this sweet girl couldn’t be a day over twenty.
He tried not to smile. “I don’t scare so easy.” He dragged his lips over her knuckles. Not a kiss, exactly, but the touch of her skin fired his blood just the same.
Playing with fire.
“I’m here ‘til this is over, Adaline. Watching a big bank throw its weight around and cause trouble for a widow and her daughters just don’t sit right with me. We’re gonna work this out, side by side, you and me. Understand?”




Thanks for visiting with us today, Kristin.

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Thursday, October 22, 2015

Welcome PATY JAGER! Western Romance Author

Please help me welcome Paty Jager to the blog. She's visiting today to tell us about Christmas Redemption, her story in the Silver Belles and Stetsons anthology.

Tell us about your story in Silver Belles & Stetsons anthology
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It’s a story of Redemption not only for the hero but the heroine as well.  The hero is an accused bank robber, who at the age of fifteen had been lookout for a bank heist. He was caught and sentenced to five years in jail. The heroine’s father was killed in the crossfire that day- or was he? A prominent judge has spread rumors her father was an accomplice and she’s had to live with the shame.

What inspired you to write Christmas Redemption?

I read a book about Oregon outlaws. In it was a story about a man who as a young boy participated in a bank robbery, returned to his home town after serving his sentence, and eventually ended up the president of the bank he’d help rob. This happened in the county where I grew up. So the whole forgiveness of the town and the man having the courage to return seemed like a great story for a romance and especially a story set at Christmas time.


What is a typical writing day like for you?

Now that my husband is semi-retired and home a good deal. (his part time job is across the fence) I have to really fight for my writing time.  I tell him, I can’t help you until I’ve written 2500 words. So that is my goal every day. To write 2500 words before I am pulled away from the computer.

About Christmas Redemption
Van Donovan returns to Pleasant Valley, Oregon where twelve years earlier as a boy of fifteen he left in handcuffs after standing guard for a bank robbery. He's learned a trade and excelled at it and is ready to prove to his father and the town he can amount to something.
Upon his return he learns the fate of the daughter of an innocent man who died in the robbery crossfire. To make amends he takes her out of the saloon and gives her a job, not realizing she'd been squatting in the very building he'd purchased for his business.
Can two battered hearts find solace or will the past continue to haunt their lives?

Excerpt
Tessa leaned against the bar, giving her feet a break. The room was still packed and it didn’t look like the bunch would leave any time soon. Marge and Vi had gone up and down the stairs so often they started serving drinks to keep from being dragged up there again. Which had brought Floyd’s attention to her.


He gripped her arm tight and leaned across the counter, breathing his nasty air into her face. “You could help take up the slack with some of these boys lookin’ for a good time.”


She jerked her arm from his grasp. “I told you. I don’t do that.”


“If you want to keep this job, you better start.” 


She whirled away from the bar as a man stepped through the door. He was a good six feet, broad shoulders, dressed better than a cowhand but not so flashy as a dandy. Standing just inside the door, he scanned the room. His gaze rested on her long enough to bring heat to her neck. She grabbed the whiskey bottle Wesley ordered and crossed to the gaming table.


“Tessa, darlin’ sure you wouldn’t want to run your hands over my winnings to bring me good luck?” Wesley drawled. He’d been matching the unsuspecting mark drink for drink, which was unusual. He usually pretended to drink, duping his mark into thinking he was just as drunk then taking him for everything he had.


She leaned down next to his ear and whispered. “Wesley, you shouldn’t be playing cards in this state."


“You’re right darlin’. In this state I should be showing you a good time.” Before she could gain her senses, he’d pulled her down onto his lap and covered her mouth with his. She shoved at his face, and he captured her hands, holding them down between them as he continued to try and kiss her. He rubbed the backs of her hands against the bulge in his lap


“No! Get! Let me go!” she screeched. Laughter erupted at the table. Rage and embarrassment heated her face and flamed her actions. She shoved her hands into his crotch, and he let go with an oath.


Tessa shot to her feet putting space between her and Wesley.


An iron grip shot pain up her arm and swung her around. “You don’t treat customers like that!” Floyd’s hand shot in front of her face. She scrunched her eyes shut, waiting for the blow.


“No!” growled out a deep voice.


Floyd’s grip released on her arm. She opened her eyes. The latest arrival to the saloon had Floyd by the front of his shirt.


“You don’t hit women.” He shook Floyd like a rug and flung him

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Tessa, held her breath as her employer landed hard on a table, glasses shattered to the floor, and patrons shot to their feet to avoid the collapsing table.


“Did they hurt you?” The stranger’s deep voice drew her gaze to his face, a half a head above hers.


She shook her head, rubbing her arm. His eyes, a dark, shiny brown, held her captive. He swallowed and reached out, brushing her hand from her arm. His gaze dropped to the redness caused from Floyd’s grip. The planes of his jaw twitched, and his eyes lit with anger.
“Get away from my help.” Floyd regained his feet and charged toward the stranger.


“If this is how you treat your help, I’m surprised anyone works for you.” The man turned a steely stare on her boss and sidestepped his charge.


Tessa grinned inside as Floyd shot passed the stranger and landed on the floor.


The stranger didn’t spare her employer a glance. He clasped her hand in his and dragged her to the door.


“You leave with him and you’ll never work here again!” Floyd shouted from his spot on the floor.


Tessa tried to pull out of the stranger’s grasp.


“She doesn’t need your job,” the stranger said. 


She stared at the man. Shaking her head she backed away. His eyes didn’t leer like most men. They stared her straight in the eyes, no wandering to her exposed chest or legs, and held her gaze.


“She’ll be working for me.” 


She started to protest.


“In my boot shop.” He opened the door and waved an arm toward the street. “How about it? You want to be a clerk?”



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Favorite Animal = toss-up between a horse and a dog. Love them both!
Biggest fear = mice- had one run up my pant leg when I was pregnant and I’ve feared/loathed them ever since.
Easiest person to talk to =  my friend Danita
Favorite song =  Rascal Flatys’ “Take me There”
Favorite book =  The one I’m writing.  Favorite that I’ve read…Wow, there are too many old and new that I’ve loved.
Ghosts, are they real? =  I prefer to call them spirits and I do believe in spirits.
Hometown = Lostine, Oregon
I'm in love with = my husband, my children and grandchildren, and my life.
Middle name =  Marie   
One wish =  Hatred was not an emotion
Reason to smile =  So many!  A beautiful day, hubby being thoughtful, my dog happy to see me… the list could go on and on.
Song you last sang = Moves like Jagger
Underwear color = black and white leopard print
Vacation destination = Trying to talk hubby into a trip to Hawaii.
Favorite Movie = Tough one…I have half a dozen I watch over and over again. Dirty Dancing, Hairspray, Sherlock Holmes,  Indiana Jones, While you were Sleeping, Miss Congeniality I and II.
Worst habit = chewing my cuticles
Favorite food = cheesecake
Zodiac sign =  cancer


Thanks so much for stopping by today, Paty!

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