Posted by: Author | November 1, 2018

Christmas Spirit Renewed- Available now

Available in both paperback and ebook.  Three fun tales of Christmas Spirit.  BUY LINK

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                                                        Candy Kane                                                                    

Ten years ago, Candace Miller put her dreams of attending college on hold because she was needed at her mother’s floral shop. Candace was content with her simple, no frills life. But right before Christmas, she’s knocked off kilter by stunning news. Her former boyfriend, Hank Kane, who won the Powerball in college and stayed away has now lost that fortune, gotten a divorce and is back in town to lick his wounds.

Candace is desperate to avoid him, but that’s going to be tricky. As the current owner of the shop, she has to honor her contract to provide the flowers for his sister’s wedding.

Along the way, she learns it’s true that the best laid plans always go awry.

The Magic of Fruitcake

Marla Ravenscroft, an aspiring actress, befriends a homeless woman on the streets of New York. The older woman sends a tin of fruitcake to Marla who immediately meets a famous Hollywood director who gives her a chance to read for his latest movie.

Hans Sinclair is looking for a new face for his latest film. The problem is, the man he’s relying on to play the lead hates Marla and is determined to make sure she’s not hired.

As Hans and Marla work together on her screen tests, other people around them start to have incredible luck in finding romance. Marla begins to wonder if the appearance of that fruitcake tin has anything to do with it. Could a beat-up old tin really hold the Christmas spirit?

The Ugly Sweater Quest

Yvette Jones has a huge crush on a super popular classmate, Mark. She’s heard he’s having an ugly Christmas sweater party. Even though she doesn’t really know him, she’s determined to finagle an invitation. She and her best friend plan to visit every store that sells the best used sweaters. And by best, they mean worst.

She runs into a gorgeous Nordic-looking guy at the Goodwill Store. Before she can even look at the selection there, two other girls take them all.

Disappointed, her quest continues at another store. To her surprise, Nordic Guy is already there, looking at Christmas clothing himself. As she sorts through the racks with him, she can’t help but wonder if he’s flirting or just trying to get help finding his own ugly sweater.

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Posted by: Author | October 30, 2018

Wordless Wednesday

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Posted by: Author | October 29, 2018

Tuesday Tales- October 30, 2018- Tragic

The Tuesday Tales word of the week is tragic. My alter-ego and I have a new Christmas anthology out this week and am sharing a bit from one of the stories in it. This is from The Magic of Fruitcake. The heroine is an actress and has befriended a homeless lady on the streets of New York. The heroine has landed an important movie role and finds herself falling for the director.

Check out the other tales here. 

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“I’ll call you as soon as I’m out of the meeting with the production team,” Hans said. “Go inside and treat yourself to the vitamin C and zinc. We want you well enough to do a press conference in a few days once everything is approved.” He touched her lightly on the cheek. “We don’t want any red noses.”

She laughed. “I do have some stage makeup. It can hide any number of flaws.”

“You’re flawless already,” Hans said. He appeared to realize what he said and added, “And we want to make sure if you do get sick from being out in the weather that you’ll still look healthy for the press conference.”

Marla smiled. “Thanks for lunch and an interesting day.” She turned to Abigail and Gus. “It was nice to meet you, Abigail, and I wish you and Gus all the best.”

“We’ll see each other again. I’m sure of it,” Abigail said.

When Marla was on the sidewalk, the car pulled away. Marla had mixed emotions. She wanted to be alone but she already missed Hans. She was in trouble and she knew it. There was no way she should be having feelings for the man who was going to be her boss. But she did.

Instead of going inside and having the pity party she wanted to give to herself, she decided to see if she could find Miss Jane. Suddenly, the thought of her empty apartment made her want to not be in there by herself. Besides, she still owed Miss Jane her thanks for the fruitcake.

She walked down the street toward Miss Jane’s usual spot. As she went, she wished she had returned to her apartment long enough to get her wool beanie. The fedora wasn’t warm at all.

Miss Jane wasn’t in her regular alley nor was she at the coffee shop. Marla really was getting worried now. Had her friend frozen to death somewhere during the snow storm or was she holed up somewhere warm and cozy? Marla hoped it was the second option, but she wasn’t at all sure that would be true. The city’s homeless problem was tragic and epidemic. She’d tried many times to get Miss Jane to tell her where she was from and where her family lived.

Miss Jane would always smile coyly and say she and her husband have a lot of work to do the last part of the year. Marla had never seen a husband and wasn’t sure he even existed but Miss Jane was always referring to him.

The older woman didn’t explain the kind of work she and her husband did either. It was decidedly odd. She didn’t really seem homeless as she was always tidy and never smelled bad but the truth was, she was always on the street since she’d appeared a couple of months ago.

Posted by: Author | October 22, 2018

Tuesday Tales- October 23, 2018- Picture Prompt

This week, the writers of Tuesday Tales are writing to picture prompts. Each post is limited to 300 words. I wrote a little Halloween tale. It was hard to limit it to 300 words, but I did it. I love Halloween!!

Check out the other photos and tales here.

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The five-gabled roof of the two story abandoned mansion loomed in the darkness cast by the shadows of the leafless, yet large, oak trees.

Marguerite glanced at her friend Jane. “I don’t want to. This place creeps me out.”

“Don’t be scared. I told you, it’s fine. We both need homecoming dance dresses. There’s a closet full of them up there. We can borrow one each and bring them right back.”

Taking a deep breath, Marguerite shook her head. “It’s illegal to go in and steal.”

“We’re not stealing. We’re borrowing.” Jane stepped on the porch and grabbed the door knob.

Once inside, she beckoned to Marguerite. “Come on. It’ll just be a second.”

Marguerite followed. The house was even creepier inside. The furniture left behind made weird shadows on the wall. It seemed as if the house itself was alive and they were in the lungs. Inhale, exhale.

Wanting to flee, but compelled to follow her friend, Marguerite kept going, past the creak of the stairs and the half-broken balustrade.

In a bedroom at the end of the hall, Jane stood in front of a closet of beautiful dresses. “See? Like I said. Doug and I found them when we sneaked in. Pick one.”

Feeling forced to go along, Marguerite ran her hand along the side of a pale blue one. “I like this.”

Jane pulled a salmon pink one out for herself. “Then let’s go. They’re both the right size.”

As they left the room, a loud crash startled Marguerite. She darted a glance over her shoulder and  panicked. Shoving Jane aside, she ran for the stairs.

“What’s happening?” Jane cried out.

The last Marguerite saw of her friend, Jane was being pursued down the street by a group of formal gowns apparently bent on revenge.

 

 

 

Posted by: Author | October 19, 2018

Special Guest- Debbie De Louise- New release

Welcome to my guest, Deb De Louise.  She has a new release.  Take it away, Debbie!

I’m proud to announce the release of the 4th book of my Cobble Cove Mystery series, Love on the Rocks. Love on the rocks-001 (2).jpg

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It’s February in the small town of Cobble Cove. Love is in the air . . . but so is murder!

When Alicia helps plan a Valentine’s Day Party at the Cobble Cove library that also includes a surprise for her newlywed friend, Gilly, things go wrong when a mysterious box of chocolates addressed to the director turns out laced with poison.

Clues Lead to A Dead Suspect

 Although Alicia promised John she’ll no longer meddle in crime investigations, she and Gilly set out to find the person threatening Sheila who murdered the courier of the deadly candy. The three people they suspect include the professor from California who’s been romancing Sheila while she assists him with research for his book; the obnoxious patron Rhonda Kleisman who threw coffee at the director after refusing to pay for a damaged book; and a visiting widow staying at Gilly’s inn who’s unnaturally curious about Sheila and earns the nickname of Madame DeFarge for her interest in knitting.

New Cat in Town

 While Alicia and Gilly are trying to solve this new Cobble Cove mystery, Sneaky is introduced to Gilly’s new kitten, Kittykai, a calico she brought home from her honeymoon in Hawaii. It’s not like at first sight, but the two cats eventually become friends. They also both play a part in foiling the killer’s murder attempts, but will Alicia and Sheila survive unscathed?

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“Alicia, come with me to the Reference Desk. I left a few more decorations there and can use a hand putting them up.”

Alicia followed Sheila back to the desk admiring the paper hearts and flowers hanging from the library’s ceilings and the red streamers that lay across the stacks. Two huge red hearts graced a banner strung across the entranceway over the turnstiles. In the center of each, handwritten in glittery purple script were the names of her best friend and new husband – Gilly and Ron. She knew Gilly would be glad they used her nickname but wasn’t sure the sheriff would approve of the use of his first name. Most of the town resident’s knew him as Ramsay.

Sheila ran around the desk pulling out drawers. She reminded Alicia of a hen tending her chickens. “Gilly and Ramsay are going to be so surprised.”

Alicia agreed. The idea for a combination wedding and Valentine’s Day party was hatched up by Sheila, and it was a great thought. The rest of the staff was busy upstairs where the party would be held arranging more decorations there and putting out all the home-cooked dishes they’d prepared along with the red, pink, and white sheet cake that would be served for dessert.

“What’s this?” Sheila paused in her tossing of decorations atop the desk.

Alicia came over to see what had grabbed the director’s attention. A velvet shaped heart box sat by one of the computer stations. As Alicia came closer, she could see a post-it attached to it with the words, “To Sheila from your secret admirer.”

Sheila smiled. “That Ryan. He knows I have a sweet tooth and am particularly fond of chocolates.” She opened the lid. “My favorites. I know I should wait for the party, but these are just too appealing.”

Alicia watched as Sheila took a few pieces and bit into them. Only a few seconds after she swallowed, her smile faded. She began to choke and clutched her throat.

“Sheila, are you okay?” Alicia rushed over afraid she wouldn’t recall how to do the Heimlich maneuver, but Sheila had already passed out on the floor. “Help!” Alicia called racing to the stairs. The romantic music playing above her drowned out her voice. Just as she grabbed her cell phone to dial 911, Ryan Anderson walked through the door, a huge bouquet of roses in his arms. He stopped short seeing Sheila on the ground. “What happened. Oh, My God!”

“I’m dialing 911 right now,” Alicia said. “She ate some of your chocolates and then passed out. I’m not sure if she choked on a piece.”

“My chocolates? I didn’t get her any chocolates. I was bringing her these flowers.” He dropped them on the desk and then knelt down and started administering CPR to Sheila’s unmoving body.

Author Bio debbienewsletter (2)

Debbie De Louise is an award-winning author and a reference librarian at a public library on Long Island. She is a member of International Thriller Writers, Sisters-in-Crime, the Long Island Authors Group, and the Cat Writer’s Association. She has a BA in English and an MLS in Library Science from Long Island University. Her novels include the three books of the Cobble Cove cozy mystery series published by Solstice Publishing: A Stone’s Throw, Between a Rock and a Hard Place, and Written in Stone. Debbie has also published a romantic comedy novella featuring a jewel heist caper, When Jack Trumps Ace, a paranormal romance, Cloudy Rainbow, and has written articles and short stories for several anthologies of various genres. She lives on Long Island with her husband Anthony, daughter Holly, and Cat Stripey.

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Posted by: Author | October 17, 2018

Wordless Wednesday

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Posted by: Author | October 15, 2018

Tuesday Tales- October 16, 2018- Hazy

This week, the authors of Tuesday Tales are writing to the word prompt hazy.  I’ve gone back to an old story as I have like 3 partial manuscripts and am fiddling around with them before National Novel Writing month starts November 1 as I’ll start a new story then.

This is the story with the human trafficking – I’ve shared part of it before. The heroine is shaving the hero’s beard and coloring his hair grey so he can go undercover on a raid.

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I watched her continue to remove the overgrown part of my beard. Man, I did let it get out of control.

Finally, she stepped back and studied me. “You already look more respectable.” She slathered some shaving cream on my face.

Turning away, she made her way to the bar area. “Now comes the fun part.”

With a wicked gleam in her eye, she ran a straight edge razor over the strip to sharpen it. “Better hold real still.”

I trusted her not to kill me, but not necessarily not to maim me. After all, how much did I really know about this woman I was trusting to get near me with a deadly weapon?

“Scared?”

I shook my head.

“Let’s see about that, shall we?”

Deciding it was better not to look, I closed my eyes at her approach.

I sensed the heat of her body when she neared me, but kept my eyes shut as a hazy memory of a dream came to me. It was from when my sister was missing. I’d never been able to make sense of it but now, something niggled at the back of my brain. I frowned in concentration, reaching for the thread.

“I promise I’m not going to hurt you. I’ve done this before. No need to act like Marie Antoinette on the way to the guillotine.”

Dawn’s words startled me out of zone I was in. “Sorry. I’m sure you’re good with blades and won’t nick me unless you intend to. I was thinking about something that happened a long time ago and couldn’t quite remember it all.”

“Need some help?”

“No. It’s nothing.”

“I’ve been known to be a great listener.” She made the first cut into the shaving cream. The sound of the hair being scraped away was oddly soothing. It was past time to get back to normal.

As she worked, I focused on emptying my mind. If I didn’t try to force the dream memory to come, maybe it would.

“Now that you’ve settled in and seem to be trusting me, want to tell me the secret you don’t want Ben to know?” Another scrape of the razor across my face accompanied her question.

Nope. No way was I telling her. Not until Shannon was safe.

 

Posted by: Author | October 10, 2018

Wordless Wednesday

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Posted by: Author | October 8, 2018

Tuesday Tales- October 9, 2018- Green

This week, the writers of Tuesday Tales are using the word green in our stories.  I am still working on the story with the realtor and the doctor looking for a house. This week’s entry isn’t scary like I’ve been posting. LOL

Be sure to check out the other tales here. 

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“No one has lived here for two years. I’d suggest a cleaning company come in before closing for a deep cleanse.”

“Since the first thing I’d do is tear down that atrocious wallpaper, there’d be no need for that until all the renovations were done.”

“So none of this has made you change your mind?”

“Not at all. I haven’t seen anything yet that’s an insurmountable problem.” Max pointed at the closest bookcase. “Those are all full of old volumes even though I see a few newer authors’ works here. Do the books and furnishings come with the house?” His gaze took in the room. “This would be a lot to haul away.”

“As far as I know, the grandson is making no claim on anything here. Let’s look around some more and if you want to put something in any offer you choose to make—like the contents to be removed at the seller’s expense—we can address that then.”

“Good idea.”

On their way out of the room, Max stopped beside a haphazard stack of books on the floor. He bent down and peered at the spines. “That’s a lot of books there by Ian Fleming. Wonder how long it took him to write them.”

“Here’s another stack by Barbara Cartland. She wrote a ton of paperbacks over the years.”

“And here’s some by Agatha Christie. Looks like Mrs. Rigby just piled them everywhere.”

“At least she was organized.” Stella laughed.

“Yeah, let’s give her credit for that.” He chuckled and picked up a random book on a dusty table. “Here’s one about that guy from the English House of Lords. You know, the one who killed himself in his car?”

“Sorry. Not up on things that happened in England.”

“No worries. I like biographies and read about lots of different people.”

“Let’s see what the main living area looks like.” Stella walked out of the room.

“I’m hoping there’s no more shades of brown, but I’m not optimistic.” Max ran his hand over the hideous wallpaper as they passed through the foyer.

“Perhaps there’s some puce green shag carpeting in the next room.”

They turned the corner and Max let out a gasp. “Good Lord. What happened here? It looks like someone threw up the 1970s all over this room. I thought you were kidding about the green.”

“Realtors never kid.” She winked.

Posted by: Author | October 4, 2018

A Tale of Two Sisters

I’m over at Trisha Faye’s blog talking about my great aunts. Come by and say hi for a chance to win an e-book copy of my newest release.

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October is FAMILY HISTORY MONTH. To celebrate, we’ve lined up some special posts to commemorate family history.

Today, author Jillian Chantal, is a guest today, writing about a special family memory of her two great-aunts. How exciting it is to discover fun family tales like this – and it’s even more special when we get the chance to share them with others, keeping our families memories alive.

Welcome Jillian! Vintage Daze is honored to have you as a special guest today.

A Tale of Two Sisters

Jillian Chantal

Thanks to Trisha for allowing me to pop in and tell a little tale about my family and how important the past is to my work. I’ve long been a history buff as well as a lineage hound. When I first decided to make my foray into writing historical fiction, I was a bit daunted even though I’ve always been totally into…

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