Monday Musings – Junior the French Bulldog


I’ve been sitting here trying to think of something wise and wonderful to say to send you into your Christmas with a light heart and a smile on your lips. I finally decided there’s really only one thing that will do the trick. Junior the French Bulldog. Before I share one of Junior’s wonderful videos with you, let me just say that there’s a reason Junior and his wonderful daddies have taken the Internet by storm. Sure Junior is adorable. Sure he’s a unique musical talent worthy of the canine version of American (or in this case, German) Idol. But the real reason I and millions like me keep returning to Junior’s videos on Youtube and his Facebook page  is the obvious love his daddies have for Junior and the secure happiness that is so evident on his squishy little face.

I’m sure I’ve mentioned before (probably several times) that I have a lot of dogs, currently 13. We rescue dogs and consider them part of the family. So it does my heart good to see how much Junior’s daddies love him. It’s a happy story for Junior of course, but it’s also a happy story for the two men who have brought the sweet little guy into their lives and allowed themselves to cherish him. Dogs have so much love to give…so much personality…if only we humans will take the time to discover the riches within them. I can’t think of a better metaphor for the Christmas season.

Merry Christmas, everybody!

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I started a new tradition a few years ago, when I began hosting Christmas at my house the weekend before the actual day. For one or two nights, my family gathers together at our little cabin in the woods and we play, eat, laugh, eat again, open gifts, eat some more, and enjoy being together. #:0) We play basketball or broom ball on the frozen pond, put together a jigsaw puzzle (a family tradition), watch cheesy Christmas movies, and laugh together. For a couple of precious days, we have the time to unwind, visit, take long walks and play together. Although this event represents a significant amount of work to prepare for, I really look forward to spending quality time with my family that we don’t really have any other time of the year and I cherish the memories we’re building.

When I’m not hosting family during the holidays, I love to snuggle up in front of the fire with a great book. There are always so many great books to choose from, but I have my favorite authors. This year I’m looking forward to reading books from two of them: Josh Lanyon’s, I Spy Something Christmas and L.B. Gregg’s Mistletoe at Midnight.

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Sometimes going home is clarifying. Sometimes it’s just plain deadly!

Adam travels to Candlelight, Indiana to visit his parents for Christmas. When he arrives he discovers somebody has killed a man and dumped him in the manger of the living crèche at the local church. Unfortunately, all signs lead back to Adam’s father as the murderer. A Sheriff with a grudge and a small town more interested in gossip than reality, convince Adam that it will be up to him and the gang to clear his father’s name.

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My Sexy Saturday – Declan Sands


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Sometimes going home is clarifying. Sometimes it’s just plain deadly!

Adam travels to Candlelight, Indiana to visit his parents for Christmas. When he arrives he discovers somebody has killed a man and dumped him in the manger of the living crèche at the local church. Unfortunately, all signs lead back to Adam’s father as the murderer. A Sheriff with a grudge and a small town more interested in gossip than reality, convince Adam that it will be up to him and the gang to clear his father’s name.

Tina, The Novel Approach: “…these are some of the funniest, most colorful and sexy characters around. If this was what Declan Sands could do with them in 75 pages, I can’t imagine how great a whole novel would be.”

“I love this series! This book was incredibly sweet sexy and fun. There are some laugh out loud moments as well as some sigh and swoon.” ~ Donna, Goodreads Reviewer

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“What was the sheriff doing here?”

Adam turned to find Dirk standing inside the garage, wearing only a rumpled t-shirt and a pair of baggy sweats. He was drinking a cup of coffee and looking delicious. “He was searching for the murder weapon.”

Dirk frowned. “He’s not giving up on the idea that your dad’s the murderer is he?”

Shaking his head, Adam said, “He has his reasons. I’ll tell you later, when we’re alone.”

He jerked his head toward the door into the house. Reaching up with a grin, Adam very deliberately hit the button to lower the door and then, as soon as they were hidden from view of the street, leaned in and captured Dirk’s soft, coffee-flavored lips. He moaned as their tongues touched…tangled, and pressed himself full-length against Dirk, enjoying the heavy fullness beneath Dirk’s sweats. When Adam broke the kiss he took Dirk’s coffee cup and sipped from it. Then he smiled. “Is Mink still terrifying the neighbor?”

Dirk laughed. “The woman was paper white when I came into the kitchen. She was so upset she didn’t even recognize me.”

Adam wrapped an arm around Dirk’s waist and started toward the door. “Let’s go say hello and then get out of here. We need to talk to Father Ignatius’ secretary before she leaves for the day. It’s Christmas Eve and I’m sure she won’t put in a full day.”

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Other books in the series:

A Hoale Lot of Trouble
Hoaley Ill-Manored
Hoaley Inexplicable 

 

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Oh! Hoaley Night! Meet Dirk and Adam


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Sometimes going home is clarifying. Sometimes it’s just plain deadly!

Adam travels to Candlelight, Indiana to visit his parents for Christmas. When he arrives he discovers somebody has killed a man and dumped him in the manger of the living crèche at the local church. Unfortunately, all signs lead back to Adam’s father as the murderer. A Sheriff with a grudge and a small town more interested in gossip than reality, convince Adam that it will be up to him and the gang to clear his father’s name.

 Tina, The Novel Approach: “…these are some of the funniest, most colorful and sexy characters around. If this was what Declan Sands could do with them in 75 pages, I can’t imagine how great a whole novel would be.”

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Walter met them at the door when they got back. He snuffled their hands looking for goodies and then turned back around when he discovered they didn’t have anything and headed back out of the kitchen. The house was dark and quiet but Adam found a note on the kitchen table from his mom.

Gone back to the station. You and Dirk can share the bunks right? Mink’s in the guest room. Love, Mom.

Adam thought about going to the station too, but Dirk seemed to read his mind and took the note out of his hands, settling it onto the table. “She’s doing what she needs to do, Ads. Let her be.”

Adam briefly considered arguing but weariness got the better of him. “Yeah. I’ll get a couple of hours of sleep and spell her in the morning.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Dirk told him, pulling him out of the kitchen. “Was your mom actually talking about the bunk beds?”

Heat suffused Adam’s face and he wasn’t sure if it was because of memories engendered by Dirk’s question, or embarrassment that his mom hadn’t changed his room a whit since he was twelve. “I’m afraid so,” Adam admitted.

They hit the stairs and started to climb. “Yum,” Dirk said, leaning in to nibble Adam’s jaw. “I still have wet dreams about those beds.”

Adam laughed, feeling his own wet dream coming up. “It was probably the Astronaut Eddie comforters.”

“Nope,” Dirk shook his head. “I’m pretty sure it was the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle posters on the walls.”

Adam laughed. “I totally wanted to do Donatello.”

Dirk snorted against his neck. “I was a Raphael guy myself. Punch first and ask questions later always made me hard.”

They stopped laughing as they passed the guest room door and heard a high-pitched whistling noise.

“Good god, what is that?” Dirk asked.

The whistling was quickly followed by the sound of whinnying and Adam suddenly grinned, realizing what they were hearing. “Oh, that’s Mink. He snores like a girl.”

“Or a horse.”

The door to Adam’s room was open and there was an entirely different kind of snoring coming from inside. A quick look around located the source. That was when they realized that Walter had commandeered the bottom bunk.

Adam tried to move him off the bed but he was like a lead-filled pillow with slippery covering. When Walter slept he was pretty much in a coma state.

“I guess we’re sharing the top bunk.” Dirk lifted an eyebrow and Adam’s stomach did a little flip. In a blink, the weariness that had been dogging him slid away. He stepped closer and Dirk’s arms were suddenly around him, pulling him into a full-body press that stole his breath.

Their lips touched and heat flared between them as it always had, from the earliest days fumbling and exploring in the dark. As Dirk’s lips parted and his tongue slipped into Adam’s mouth, memories slid over him like melted chocolate—sweet, dark and addictive.

The years sloughed away under the power of their mutual attraction, just as strong in that moment as it had been fifteen years earlier.

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Other books in the series:

A Hoale Lot of Trouble
Hoaley Ill-Manored
Hoaley Inexplicable 

Monday Musings – Post Christmas Let Down?


Maybe a little.

The inimitable Grinch aside, those of us who enjoy the sparkle and magic of Christmas are generally a little sad when Christmas is over. There’s no denying it’s a busy time of year, filled with obligations as well as fun, but when it’s all over it’s hard not to worry that you could have done it all better. Or is that just my Type A personality speaking? Regardless, whether you end the Christmas season with regrets or satisfaction, taking the lights and decorations down is a whole lot less fun than putting them up. It also seems to take longer somehow, and the stuff I’m repacking never quite manages to occupy the same amount of space it did when I unpacked it a few weeks earlier!

So most of the decorations are once again tucked away in their dark and dusty corner of the garage and I’m feeling just a little sad right now. On the bright side, I’ve definitely reclaimed my house from a plethora of trees, wreaths, reindeer, poinsettias and Santas. Things are definitely tidier…less cluttered. But something warm and wonderful is now gone from those cluttered rooms…something that felt like promise…tasted just a little bit like magic…and I’ll look forward fondly, to its return in about ten months.

Until then, at least I don’t have to worry about getting a stocking full of coal from Santa for a while! Yee ha, here comes the naughty express!

Monday Musings – ‘Tis the Season… Huh? Oh, right… Where am I?


Is anybody else having trouble focusing on work right now?  Gawd!!! I don’t even really like Facebook and I keep finding myself scrolling through the posts. LOL I have a deadline looming and fifteen people coming to my house next weekend. There are presents to be bought and wrapped…meals to be planned…and a house to be spiffed. Christmas is only 9 bleeping days away!

My heart is palpitating…

Where was I?

Oh yeah. I’m Monday Musing.

Blink.

Blink.

Huh?

Did I mention I have presents to make? My daughter’s birthday is this week. I have workmen coming to the house today to fix…I don’t know…things.

Whoever knew musing could be so hard.

Blink.

Okay, I give up. Consider yourself mused.

I’ll see you next week. Wherein we’ll be only two short days from Christmas.

I might need Valium.

Merry Christmas…or…yeah…I’ll say that next week.

Next week would be better, right?

Happy Reading? Yeah. that works.

Ta!

My Sexy Saturday – Oh! Hoaley Night!


This snippet is from my brand new release, Oh! Hoaley Night!   Book 4 in my Hoale Construction Mysteries series. Enjoy!

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Sometimes going home is clarifying. Sometimes it’s just plain deadly!

Adam travels to Candlelight, Indiana to visit his parents for Christmas. When he arrives he discovers somebody has killed a man and dumped him in the manger of the living crèche at the local church. Unfortunately, all signs lead back to Adam’s father as the murderer. A Sheriff with a grudge and a small town more interested in gossip than reality, convince Adam that it will be up to him and the gang to clear his father’s name.

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Adam groaned as Dirk slid home, his balls tapping Adam’s butt with every stroke.

Smelling of cherries from the lube, the hand on his shoulder clenched as Dirk moaned his pleasure. “I’ve wanted to do this for ages,” Dirk told him, the words husky and slightly breathless.

With his eyes closed tight and the sweet smell of cherries in his nostrils, Adam was transported back fifteen years, to that first time he and Dirk had done “it” together. Dirk’s words were no doubt meant to recapture that time for Adam. It was exactly what Dirk had told him that night as they’d moved together in the dark, taking care to stay quiet behind the locked door of his bedroom, and worried that the sound of his bunk bed creaking would alert Adam’s parents.

Adam remembered every sound, every smell, every feeling he’d experienced that night.

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