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Release Celebration: A New Witch in a Dangerous Dozen

Woohoooo!  Its Party Time!  Today  I’m celebrating witches, magic and nasty exes because those are the themes of my new release, There’s A New Witch in Town.   

I’m so excited about this release.  New Witch is a story I wrote just for myself at a time when I really needed the reassurance that writing was something I loved.  I ignored all of the demands to change it, to make it more this or less that, I held tight to my vision of the story.  Why?  Because I seriously loved it just the way it was for a lot of reasons.  Here are just a few…balloons

  • Of every book I’ve written, New Witch still holds the prize as having my very favorite opening line:  

In the grand scheme of life, was slipping Viagra into your husband’s dinner really that bad of a thing?

Hmm, what do you think?  Was it?  

  • I won’t tell you what Miki decided to do, but she did end up issuing a pretty wicked curse.  It went like this:

She ground her teeth together, and focused on the still churning magical energy.  Drawing it in to calm her, she spoke through her teeth, “If it’s an ending you want, then ended we’ll be.  Appearances are all you ever did see.  You wouldn’t listen or give us a chance.  Now I curse you to waste that useless joke in your pants.  Only in public will it ever again work, that’s what you deserve for being a jerk.”

It was a lousy rhyme, but it did the trick.  Miki put her dramatic genes to good use and shoved away from the table so hard the silver jangled against the china and her half-empty glass of wine spilled, like blood, over the white linen.  Two narrow tapers toppled together, froze for a brief moment like a bright red X, then hit the table.  Melted wax splattered, rapidly followed by a lick of flames dancing directly toward where Perry sat watching in horror. 

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She smirked through her tears as he jumped to right the candles, then slapped his napkin at the fire to put it out.  Smoke and the acrid scent of burnt fabric filled the air.   

Miki took one last look at the mess that so perfectly summed up her marriage, then spun on her heel and stalked to the door.  This had turned out to be the worst night of her life. 

Turning thirty sucked. 

  • And I wrote a hero that was the perfect example of mellow determination.  Here’s the reader’s first peek at Gideon:

Gideon Ross inhaled the rich scent of freshly brewed coffee with a deep sigh of appreciation.  Nothing like a small vat of java to start the day right.  Only one way better.  Gideon eyed the only other people in the diner, three old codgers arguing baseball and Marcia, the waitress.  She was fifty-going-on-eighteen, did scary things to spandex, and was one of the few single women in Rossdale, Idaho, population two thousand twelve.  Gideon took another sip of his coffee.  He’d stick with the java.

  • No cursed town is complete without a legend, I added this one:

Gideon grimaced.  Damn, he hated when conversations veered into the woo-woo area.  He hated all talk of magic.  But he knew the fairy tale Fred referred to.  Rossdale legend had it that Gideon’s own great-great grandpa, Hiram Ross, saved a beautiful woman from a mountain slide and earned her everlasting gratitude.  The woman, per the legend, was a witch who blessed the town with peace and prosperity as long as they welcomed faith, magic, and love.  There was even a statue in the town square commemorating the story.

  • And, of course, the villain.  Sven, can you cue the spooky music for Tilda, please:val toast

Tilda forced herself to release the anger and focus on the land, the energy flowing beneath her feet.  She hadn’t set foot in this town in six years, and as strong as the energy was, it was barely worth the fury stirred up by her memories of it.

            Damn Gideon for hauling her here to this rinky-dink joke of a town.  For thinking this would suit her, that she’d be content to waste away here in Nowhereville.  The only saving grace was the vein of magic tied to the land.  And once she’d realized she could tap into that without putting up with being smothered by the rest, she’d left.

           And Gideon, damn him, had refused to leave with her.  With the combined strength of her powers, the magic of the prophecy, and Gideon at her side, they could have done anything.  The key was Gideon though.  Oh, she’d tried other founding descendants.  But it didn’t work.  Either the prophecy was only half-true, or she needed the love of Gideon Ross to avail herself of its full power.

            And that had been his downfall, and how she’d known he didn’t really love her.  Because that ultimate power had always been denied her.  Like fine wine, revenge was best with age.  And Tilda would have her revenge.  Nobody, not even the sexiest man she’d ever had, turned away from her.  Especially not after she’d let him into her heart.

  • heart & flowerOh wait, the real  reason I love this story?  Miki and Gideon falling in love, of course :-) 

He leaned down and brushed his lips over hers.  Just a taste, soft and gentle.  Feeling her sigh against his mouth, he deepened the kiss slowly.  Like a blind man feeling his way in the dark, Gideon took the final steps, carefully navigating an emotional labyrinth.  As their tongues swirled together in perfect unison, he reached the center.

           And knew, without a doubt, he was falling in love with the woman in his arms.


            Shock ripped through his system as the realization took hold.  Gideon pulled back, staring down into Miki’s questioning eyes.

            “What’s wrong?”

            “Nothing.”  Nothing.  Being in love didn’t mean the end of the world.  It meant… what?  Gideon tried to calm his panicked heartbeat and willed the tension to leave his shoulders.  He had to get over his past. 

            Falling in love was a good thing.  Falling in love with a woman as wonderful, as normal, as Miki, that was a great thing.  He just needed a little time to get used to it, and decide if he was going to continue to fall, or bail before it got too ugly.  Once he’d figured it out, maybe then he’d share his discovery. 

I hope you’ll check it out.   You can find New Witch in the Dangerous Dozen: Heroes To Die For boxed set for only .99 cents (limited time pricing) or it’s on sale all by it’s lonesome as well.  Or for a chance to win one of three copies, tell me what’s the most important part of a  romance for you?  The heroine?  The hero? The love story?  What about the external plot or the heat level?  


April Coming Attractions

Last Temptation of Dr. Dalton

March was an AMAZING month in the lair. Our fabulous Tawny Weber hit the New York Times List as a part of the Lucky 7 Bad Boys boxed set, which features her story Naughty Vegas Nights. And if that wasn’t enough, Anna Campbell won the Australian Romance Readers Award for Best Continuing Series AND was nominated for a RITA award in the historical category for A RAKE’S MIDNIGHT KISS! 


But never fear that we’ve been too busy partying in celebration of our banditas’ successes. We have an action-packed April for you this month!

 On April 2nd, Robin Giana returns to the lair to discuss whether eyes are truly the windows to the soul.  You can see her inspiration in the cover of her latest release, The Last Temptation of Dr. Dalton.

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 Our very own Thelma and Louise, Nancy Northcott and Jeanne Adams, hit the road on April 4 and 5 and will bring you their latest adventures on a research trip through coastal Georgia. Savannah, Brunswick, and (of course, since Nancy is involved) the Okefenokee are all on the itinerary, and there may be some surprises along the way. Safe travels, Nancy and Jeanne! No cliff-diving now, OK?



On 12 April, Nancy welcomes Alexis Morgan for her Lair debut.  They’ll chat about Alexis’s new release, Immortal Cowboy.

Break out the cabana boys, because Tawny’s full-length paranormal, There’s A New Witch in Town will released on April 14th!  A sexy fairy tale of a witch, a hot hero and a cursed town… and a whole lot of fun!

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On April 15 Trish Milburn celebrates the release of CLOUDY WITH A CHANCE OF LOVE the second novella collection in the Starfish Shores series from MJ Fredrick, Tanya Michaels and (of course) Trish Milburn!

April 16 – Caren Crane hosts Deb Marlowe and various others of the Red Door Reads authors to talk about their exciting new novella adventure. Be sure to Like their Facebook page before April 15 so you will be first to hear all the news!




April 17 — Elke Feuer debuts in the Lair with her book, Deadly Bloodlines, in which “A serial killer is determined to repeat a murderous pattern that started twenty years ago.”

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On April 18, Lisa Tapp joins Joanie to chat about her debut novel, FINDING BETH.  

April 21 Allie Burton returns to the Lair with Atlantis Dark Tides, book 4 in her YA series, where treachery and spies determine the fate of the underwater world.

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April 23rd brings debut author Ursula LaCoeur to the lair.  Learn how the romance of New Orleans inspired her debut, The Willing Widow.



Suzanne Ferrell’s KIDNAPPED is FREE on Amazon, iTunes, and KOBO ebooks.

Susan Sey and Caren Crane will be participating in a huge Red Door Reads giveaway (prize is an iPad mini!) starting April 15. To keep in the know, Like the Facebook page.

Tawny Weber’s There’s A New Witch in Town will be out in the Dangerous Dozen boxed set on April 7th – for a limited time, the boxed set is specially priced for only .99 cents.

A SEAL’s Kiss: Let’s Party!

It’s Happy Dancing Time!!!  

Sven, bring in the dancing boys, please!  Cue the music.  Load the confetti in those balloons and let them fly.  

I’m so excited about this release.  Now, granted, I tend to be excited about all of my releases to one degree or another.  But this story is a special one to me because the heroine was so fun to write, and she’s one I put a lot of myself into.  Her friends call her a free spirit, but everyone knows they mean she’s a flake.  Now, granted, few people have called me a flake (to my face) but Sage’s interests and her pursuit to find her calling, her quest for bliss, that I can relate to. 

Its not that I didn’t know what I wanted to do when I grew up. As my stepmother likes to share, at a young ageM14 reading I informed everyone that I would grow up to be a mom, a gypsy and a writer.  And I pretty well stuck with these goals through my childhood.  But by seventeen, I realized that there weren’t a lot of Irish/German gypsys roaming around, that I’d have to get a college degree in English to be a ‘real writer’.  And being a mom?  My parents were pretty adamant that that goal remain on hold for a while.  

Eventually, I found a way to make it all work, in my own fashion.  The mom part was easy, and hands down the most amazing, joyful, blessed thing I’ve ever done.  And yes, I waited long enough that my parents were comfy being grandparents LOL.

I wasn’t actually a gypsy, but I did spend 10 years as a professional tarot reader and Reiki practitioner, roaming from new age store to psychic fair peddling my trade.  And I have not one, but two crystal balls now.  

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After the birth of my second daughter I was struggling to figure out what I wanted to do that’d meet all my requirements (the main one being to work from home since we were already home schooling and home is kinda the key word there). My husband asked me what I’d do if I could do anything in the world-no holds bard, my dream job.  Without thinking, I said romance author. I then immediately began piling on excuses for why I couldn’t… but he didn’t listen.  Being the pushy type, he told me to go forth and write, dammit.  

And so I went forth, I wrote.  And I found my bliss.  

Needless to say, it takes Sage in A SEAL’s Kiss a teensy bit longer.  But her hero is just as instrumental in her finding hers as mine was in my finding mine (and how’s that for a convoluted sentence?!)

Here’s a peek at A SEAL’s Kiss:

“You don’t think I’m a flake?”

     “I think the term that fits you best is free spirit.”

     “I likethat image,” she decided.  “It makes me sound like I should be running around outdoors, naked.”

     “I like that image,” he decided with the husky laugh she’d happily come to recognize as his horny alert. 

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     Mmm, decisions, decisions.

     The temptation to go the naked route was overwhelming.

     But she’d come this far. And while she might be a free spirit, she wasn’t a chicken.  So she resisted the urge to pull her dress over her head.

     “Actually, I meant my blog.  You know, the posts I write. The causes I try to bring attention to.  Do you think it’s a waste of time?”

     “You’ve found homes for how many dogs?” he asked, tugging her off the path and over to the little gazebo at the base of the hill. 

     “Thirty or so,” she said.  She pulled her hand free so she had both free to wave over her head.  As if it were a vague number that didn’t matter instead of thirty-two beautiful, loyal animals who now had safe, loving homes. 

     “How much did you raise for that water project in Africa last year?”

     “You knew about that?”  She wished the moon was brighter so she could see his face.  Instead, it was shrouded in shadows, so all she could go on were his words. And those were surprising the hell out of her. 

     “You blogged about it, didn’t you?”

     “You really do read my blog?” Now she was grateful for the lack of light, since there was nothing attractive about her jaw hanging open.

     “Of course I read it.  I’ve donated, too.  Not always, but whenever I can.  I’ve been known to nag guys to donate sometimes, too,” he admitted, laughing quietly as he held out his hand to lead her up the steps of the gazebo. 

     “You got your big bad Navy pals to donate to my causes?” she asked, delighted. 

     “Hey, some guys push their daughter or nieces’ Girl Scout cookies.  I push charitable causes.”  His shrug was uncomfortable, like he wanted to brush off the conversation as fast as possible.  “Look, it’s no big deal.”

     “It is to me,” she admitted, lifting first one of his hands, then the other, to her mouth and brushing a kiss over his knuckles.  “It means everything to me.”

     “You’re kidding, right?”4 Sexy SEALs

     Sage blinked hard, not sure where the tears had come from or why, but knowing they were the bittersweet happy kind that she couldn’t run from.  

     After all, they were falling in love tears. 

And here’s my Party Challenge:  Finish this sentence for a chance to win!  I’ll award three commenters a copy of any of my previous SEAL releases (winners choice):

A SEAL’s Kiss is… ?  

Choosing A Favorite

I’m really not an indecisive person.  I am actually pretty good at knowing what I want and what my favorites are.  Some people might call that picky, and they’d be right.  I rarely invest calories, money or time on things unless I love them.  This makes me a very easy person to go to dinner with, and I’m hell on wheels when it comes to shopping.  


How about a little Either/Or fun to see what you’re favorites are?

Sees or Godiva? 

choose cake

Margarita or Beer?

Chocolate or Vanilla?

Hothouse or Wildflowers?

Iced tea or Soda?

choose flower

Dogs or Cats?

Heels or Flats?

choose margarita

My answers?

Sees, especially Nuts & Chews (although I love the California Brittle!) 

Pomegranate Margarita, but only if it’s blended.  I love the tarty yumminess.  Best drunk ever!!! 

I’m all about the chocolate, especially when it comes to cake.  German Chocolate is my go-to, but i’m happy with it in almost any other form.

I love all flowers, but my favorites are roses, irises and stargazer lilies.  The lilies for their scent, roses and irises because they were the first bouquet my husband ever gave me.  


I’m pretty sure if you cut me open, I’d bleed tea.  Iced only (sorry, Anna) by the gallon.  I haven’t had soda in over 20 years (freaky, right?)

Oh, this is a toughie for me!! But (looking around) don’t tell my cat, okay?  I’m more of a dog person.  Cats rock, but my dogs are so fabulous.  Check out Daisy Mae… how could I not love that silly face?!  

Heels!  Nothing makes the legs look better than heels of any height. I’ll take a 1/4 inch heel over a flat, even :-D  

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See, decisive, right?  But when it comes to my books, I just can’t choose.  Especially my Sexy SEALs. Ever one of these stories is special to me and a favorite in one way or another.  A SEAL’s Salvation is my favorite because it is the first, last, only book I’ve written specifically to theme and I loved the heroine’s lesson.  

A SEAL’s Surrender is a favorite because I adore  klutzy Eden and how she hero worships Cade. But most of all I love the epilogue.

A SEAL’s Salvation… Oh, Brody!  I adore bad boys, and he is the ultimate. Poor tortured guy, he is, to date, my favorite hero I’ve written.

And a SEAL’s Kiss, which is out in print today and in digital on April 1 (no joke) Sage is the heroine who is the most like me, which made this so fun to write.  Add to that my own twist on the traditional engagement-of-convenience trope, and I love this one, too! 

I’ll have two more SEALs out this year; A SEAL’s Fantasy in September and A SEAL’s Secrets in November.  I’m sure they’re going to make choosing even MORE difficult.  

How about you?  What are your favorites?  SEALs or from the Either/Or choices above :-D  

Naughty Vegas Nights Winners

Congrats to: Amy Conley, sandyg265 and Kim (post 19) !!!   Your names were all drawn as winners of Naughty Vegas Nights!!! If you’ll email me at tawny@ and mention Banditas in Vegas I’ll get your digital book to you right away!!!  BanditBooty

Launch Time: Naughty Vegas Nights!

Yay -it’s Party Time!!!


I’m super excited about the release of Naughty Vegas Nights  in digital!  Until today, it was only available in the Lucky 7 Bad Boys boxed set (still is, as a matter of fact).  The boxed set hit both the USA Today and the New York Times bestseller lists this week, so I’m even more excited about this release.  I hope readers are, too!  

To celebrate, Sven and the boys have decked the lair out in roulette wheels, poker tables and over there, next to the champagne fountain is a bank of slot machines. It’s Casino Day here today!!! 

vegasHere’s a peek at Naughty Vegas Nights, and a virtual stack of chips for playing to your heart’s content (well, imaginary playing, you know *g*)  

“Aren’t you curious?” Drew asked as Natasha walked away.

“Almost as much as I’d be curious about a car wreck,” she replied over her shoulder.  “Simple morbid fascination with probable doom.  Or at the very least, pain and suffering.”

Drew appreciated her quick mouth.  And the sway of her hips.  This was going to be fun. 

She stopped, the diaphanous fabric of her skirt swirling with the sudden movement.  She glanced back and gave him a look of contemplation.

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Then she turned and took two steps back toward him.  His arms filled with boxes, Drew stood stock still as she took his face in her slender hands and gently pulled his head down.  Stunned, he watched as humor vied with curiosity in her stormy gray eyes. 

She winked and Drew started to laugh.  He’d forgotten that sly, subtle humor of hers.  Tasha presented such a cool, sleek shell, it was easy to mistake her for cold. 

Then she took his mouth and proved she was pure heat.  And his heart stopped. 


Her kiss was an inferno.  A wild storm, a crazy rollercoaster.  Sensation swirled through his mind, his body.  Tasha’s lips were hot, wet and luscious as they softly played over his.  Tempting, teasing, she used her teeth and tongue to keep the kiss on the razor’s edge of passion.  As he teetered there on that precipice, Drew realized he was on the verge of begging.  Willingly begging for her to deepen the kiss.

Mindless of the boxes between them, Drew used one arm to pull her closer.  His tongue delved into the heavenly warmth of her mouth.  She tasted like pure temptation.  Hot, sexy woman in a cool, controlled package.  The challenge of making her lose that control was overwhelming.  

Before he could attempt to rip that control to shreds, she pulled back, drawing in a deep breath through her nose.  Then she offered him a cool, friendly smile, patted his cheek and walked away.

Drew stood there, his mind foggy with longing.  He could only form a single thought…

Who was chasing whom?

 You can check out Naughty Vegas Nights on Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Kobo and at some point today, iTunes :-)  

So tell me, what do you think of Las Vegas? Wild party town?  Fun and games? Or two steps away from the Pit of Despair?  

And I’ll offer three copies to three random people who can tell me which of my Blaze books Naughty Vegas Nights is connected to (hint, its on my website

Tawny Hits the New York Times Bestseller List!

Woot! Tawny Weber is so excited to share the news that she hit the New York Times bestseller list as a part of the Lucky 7 Bad Boys boxed set, which features her story Naughty Vegas Nights!  

Valentine’s Kisses

I’m a fan of kisses.  Baby kisses, puppy kisses.  Hubby kisses, movie kisses.  And, of course, chocolate kisses!  

For Valentine’s Day, I thought we’d take a second to appreciate a few  favorites! 

There is the cute kiss (yep, thats cute.) 


The sentimental kiss (this is how my mother convinced me to eat spaghetti even though my brother told me they were worms – my love of romance started young) 

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The sigh-worthy kiss (c’mon, who doesn’t sigh when he kisses her for the last time?!)

Kiss ghost

The one to beat kiss! (Has any movie kiss to date hit the heat level of this one?  Really?) 

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The pure romance kiss (yes, I consider The Princess Bride to be pure romance.  I really do.)

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The hot and sexy kiss (this is romance novel kissing, babeeee!) 


The Woooot! kiss (I wooooted when Han kissed Leia.  Didn’t you?)

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Ahhh, the hand kiss.  Yes, it’s cheesy, but so sweet and romantic!!!

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And, of course, the Chocolate Kiss!


And, if I may indulge myself… another of my favorite Chocolat kisses…(okay so it’s not the kiss scene, I liked this picture better *g*) 

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How about you? What’s your favorite kiss?  Movie, chocolate or otherwise ;-)  

Happy Valentine’s Day!!! 

A SEAL’s Salvation Launch Celebration

Yay and whoohooo, there’s another Sexy SEAL on the shelves!!  That means it’s Launch Party Time!!! 


I am ecstatic to share this book!  So happy that I think I might be able to get Sven and the boys to do a little dance for us (what?  You don’t want to see me dance.  They are much more fun!) 

For today’s celebration, we’ll be doing something a little different.  Yes, of course there is a chocolate fountain, champagne and the margarita machine!!  It’s not a party without those. But we also have ice cold milk being brought around by the cabana boys, and trays of cookies.  Oooh, the many delicious cookies!!!  

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We’re partying with cookies because Genna, the heroine of A SEAL’s Salvation, turned her baking hobby into a career over the course of this book. Mmmm, cookies…

Want a peek at a cookie scene? 

A SEAL’s Salvation excerpt…  

“Let me get this straight.”  Genna set the tray of cookies on the counter, opposite Brody and too far for him to sneak one. A frown between narrowed eyes, she gave him a long look.  Strikingly 

similar to her father’s look, actually.  Brody’s lips twitched.  She probably wouldn’t want to hear that.

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“I write to give you bad news, and you hit on me by mail.  I come to see you to pass on an invitation and a message—neither of which are from me—and you feel me up then kick me out.  And today my father, clearly overstepping both his parental and legal bounds, warns you to stay away from me.”  She paused, as if waiting for him to dispute anything she’d said so far. Since she was pretty much on track, he just shrugged.  “And now that I am, according to someone who has no say in it, off-limits, what?  You want me?”

“I didn’t say I wanted you,” Brody corrected quickly.  No point giving her the wrong idea.  Or in this case, the right idea that he planned to ignore. 

“Ah, my mistake.”  She tossed her hands in the air, the move sending the scent of fresh-baked cookies through the room.  Brody’s stomach growled.  Risking her glare, and the spatula she was currently smacking against her palm, he snagged a cookie from the closest tray. 

It melted in his mouth, rich molasses goodness coating his tongue and sliding down to create a celebration in his stomach.


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He lifted the small piece left in his hand, peered at it, then looked closer at the trays around the room.  He knew these cookies.

“I’ve had this before.”

“I brought you a plate of them less than a week ago.”

He shook his head. “I tossed those out.”

“You threw out my cookies?” Outrage and shock rang out, her voice rising with each word.  Eyes wide, mouth half-open, she kept trying to say something but the words seemed to be stuck somewhere.  Instead she shook her head and gestured, tried again, then settled on a low growl. 

Brody smothered a laugh.

Well, well. 

He’d intimidated her.

He’d groped her.

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He’d put on his meanest face and tried to scare her.

And she’d had a sassy comeback every single time. 

But now he’d finally done it.

He’d rendered Genna Reilly speechless.

All it’d taken was to insult her cookies.

He couldn’t help it.  He laughed out loud. 

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Okay, I’m unquestionably biased, but I love Brody. I really, really do.  I really hope readers love him too. He’s the kind of guy who needs lots of love LOL.

So one of the most difficult parts of writing A SEAL’s Salvation was, yes, all the cookies. And cakes, and desserts. But mostly, Genna is about the cookies.  I can’t count the number of batches I was forced (yes forced) to make in the process of writing this story to make sure I was conveying the right amount of yumminess on the pages!!!  

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So, with that in mind, I’ll give away three autographed print copies of A SEAL’s Salvation randomly for answering this question…

What is your very favorite kind of cookie?  

And you can check out Genna’s Snickerdoodle recipe, as mentioned here in A SEAL’s Salvation, on my website :-D

“You bringing the cookies to Friday’s poker game?” Landon asked, referring to their monthly game whenever they were on base in Coronado.

“Without a doubt.” Brody confirmed.  Irene’s snickerdoodles were worth a buck a piece, her macadamia white chocolate anted up for five.  And her fudge brownies?  Those babies were pure gold. 

Black Cats, The Rule of Three and Cracked Backs

Do you believe curses come in threes? That celebrity deaths happen in threes, that running around a building three times will remove a curse, that bad news knocks thrice?  

How about stepping on a crack will break your momma’s back? Never walk under a ladder?  Don’t let a black cat cross your path?  Rhea & Gypsy

C’mon, tell me.  Are there any superstitions you buy into?  

As much as I am into myth, legend and all things woo woo, I’ll admit, I’m really not superstitious.  I’ve almost always had black cats (pictured are two of my babies, Gypsy is the fluffy one and Rhea the tiny girl behind her).  The only time my walking habits have hurt my mother are when I’ve tripped and fell into her (not a rare thing).  And ladders? Well, I’ll admit the only ones I’ve been around are the kind that unfold, so walking between those legs would require some major limbo action.  I, as my comment about tripping might have hinted at, am not graceful enough for limbo.  

So here I am last week, not really believing in that superstition stuff .  Its a typical day, except I’ve got a vicious pain in my stomach.  I blamed it on exercise.  I’d dived in wholeheartedly, as I usually do, starting my exercise program at the same level I’d left off. in other words, totally out of shape for working that hard. So I figured the pain was my muscles protesting.  Until I couldn’t stand upright.  Then my husband figured the pain was my body’s way of asking for a ride to the ER.  

As I told the fabulous ER nurse, and the equally fabulous ER doctor, I was fine.  I had a lot to do, a deadline and a new book release coming up. I had all the Christmas decorations stacked around my living room, waiting to be packaged away for the year.  I had a new dog that needed training and has major separation anxiety issues, and homeschool had just started again so I couldn’t miss a day.  No, no, I was fine.  

The fabulous nurse and doctor decided otherwise, and wheeled me off to surgery.  The surgeon (also fabulous, btw) said it would be a simple appendectomy and such I was such a good (and frantic) patient, I’d likely get to go home the next day! Yay, right?  I only had time to text my kids (poor babies) and send my mom an email.  Just in case *g*  Yes, I am superstitious enough to believe that if I didn’t tell my mother I love her before I go into surgery, something bad could happen and she’d be mad at me forever.  

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So fast forward to the next day.  I’m fine, albeit appendix-less. I get to come home, albeit in a lot of pain.  And I call my mother (see, I should be getting good daughter points or something!)  She’s practically hyperventilating.  At first I thought it was because she was worried about the dog (my new dog with separation anxiety was one of her puppies. She breeds Yorkies and they are so freaking cute!). Nope. I was the third family member in the hospital that week.  My brother had back surgery the pervious thursday, which I knew about.  What I didn’t know is that he’d had complications. My grandmother was wheeled off in an ambulance (escorted by a couple of firetrucks.  Yowza) Sunday night for what turned out to be an ugly case of dehydration.  And then, after dealing with all of that, my poor mom gets up Tuesday morning to a note from her favorite (okay, I added that. She’d probably deny it.  In public) child, telling her she’s going into surgery.  Not a good week for my  mom. Or, I guess, for the rest of my family LOL. Then on Weds while on the phone with my other brother (not the one who’d had back surgery) he tells me he’s heading into the doctor because he’s afraid his lung has collapsed again.  I told him if it did, don’t tell mom. She can’t take one more. But here’s where the superstition thing comes in.  He went in, they said he was fine. HE had my pulled muscles!!! Okay, so he pulled his muscles, but he had the injury I claimed I was so sure I had.  


So we did the three hospital visits, and voila.  Curse broken.  


That’s all it takes, isn’t it? 

As you can probably tell from this post, the pain meds are still lurking in my system.  But I have to ask… do you believe in superstitions? Just a few? None at all? Every single one? What ones have you seen come true?  Chime in and make me feel less silly, and I’ll draw one name to win their choice of any of my backlist books (that I actually have *g*)  

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