Thursday, September 18, 2014

Aloha to Shelley K. Wall and TEXT ME


Textual Healing 
by Shelley K. Wall

In today’s world, we communicate more by electronic means than we do in person. We email. We text. We snapchat. We post via Facebook, LinkedIn, Twitter, or other social media sites. And we rely on short blurbs and abbreviations to get our point across. 

But what happens when we get it wrong—when the receiver doesn’t get our acronym, or when autocorrect gets it auto-wrong? Or worse—we send the message to the wrong contact in our address book?

My husband recently sent a very sweet text to me, not realizing he was responding back to a group text I’d sent to the entire family some time earlier. It wasn’t bad, just romantic. My eldest son responded very quickly, “Uh, I really wish I hadn’t seen that.” Daughter added, “LOL. Gross.”

People often say things via electronic means that they don’t mean to say, or perhaps just get it completely wrong.

That’s the premise behind my latest release, Text Me. It’s a romantic comedy that begins through a random text message to the wrong person, then fate steps in. Over and over. Text messages get convoluted not just by mistaken identities but through misworded messages as well.

Things get incredibly complicated as Abby, the owner of a florist shop, tries to untangle her web of deception with Carter, a wonderful guy that she’s destined to deceive electronically and adore physically.


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Carter Coben is having some serious communication problems lately. First he mouthed off to a project manager at work and got fired, now his girlfriend's dumped him and trashed his cell phone. About the only place he hasn't got his wires crossed these days is at the anonymous texting app, Justchat.com. Carter thinks he might have found a real connection with “She Hearts Dogs,” but little does he know he's already quite acquainted with this cunning canine-lover . . .

When Abigail Jeffries gets a random text message from a stranger saying he's been dumped, she can't help but answer it—and recommend he send his ex some flowers from her new shop. When she delivers the bouquet though, she finds out his ex was cheating on him with his best friend—the same best friend she's impersonating via text! Abby feels guilty, but she can't help responding. But what will happen when Carter finds out that Abby is not only the face behind the texts, but the reason he got fired at work and his mysterious mutt-loving pal on Justchat.com?

Will they ever manage to sort out their mixed signals, mistaken identities, and misunderstandings to find real love? This madcap, modern-day You've Got Mail for the texting generation will delight romantic comedy fans.

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Shelley K. Wall was born near Kansas City, the middle daughter of three. She is a graduate of Oklahoma State University with additional post graduate work there and at the University of Wyoming extension in Casper. She also holds a length career in Information Technology.

Her first release, Numbers Never Lie, debuted in 2012 and was an Amazon Bestseller. Other titles include Bring It On(2012), The Designated Drivers’ Club(2012), Flood Flash and Pheromones(2013), Chloe’s Secret(2013), and her latest release Text Me.

Shelley enjoys writing characters that deal with drama in a humorous way, situations that are believable even if intense, heroes and heroines that aren’t perfect, and villains that may have an inkling of redemption hidden away.

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A text in the sand ...

Wednesday, September 17, 2014

US Air Force's 67th Birthday with Ann DeFee


Off we go into the wild blue yonder,
Climbing high into the sun
Here they come zooming to meet our thunder
At 'em boys, Give 'er the gun!
Down we dive, spouting our flame from under
Off with one helluva roar!
We live in fame or go down in flame.
Hey! Nothing can stop the U.S. Air Force!


Ann DeFee joins me today to celebrate the United State Air Force's 67th Birthday!  From her bio,

Ann DeFee is an award winning author who infuses humor into her stories of romance, small town quirkiness and family relationships. She's written eleven novels and one novella with the Harlequin American, Everlasting, and Carina Press lines and has twice been a Rita (Romance Writers' of America) finalist. She also won the RWA Orange County Book Buyers' Best Long Contemporary contest. As a fifth generation Texan, she frequently uses the Lone Star state for her settings. So if you're in the mood for a fun, fast-paced trip to Texas with sexy cowboy/cops and sassy heroines, check out Beyond Texas and A Hot Time In Texas.



Kim:  Thank you for your service as an Air Force spouse. Can you share a favorite place you lived and/or visited throughout your spouses' career?

Ann:  As an Air Force family, we had twenty-one moves in twenty-six years, and that included some really plum assignments: Seattle, Newport, R.I., San Antonio, Tampa, Fort Walton Beach, FL, Portsmouth, N.H. and England. Moving became second nature. No sooner had we organized the closets and hung the pictures than we were checking out schools and housing opportunities for our next assignment. I looked at every move as an exciting adventure–and except for one-place to remain unnamed–I wasn't disappointed. My kids were able to experience life in a way that molded them into wonderful adults. As for my favorite place, you'll probably be surprised to hear that it was Biloxi, Mississippi. Why Biloxi? A variety of reasons. We lived on the bay, blocks from the beach and we were only an hour from the French Quarter. But what I loved most was the joie de vivre (joy of life) exhibited by the people of Biloxi. They could make a party out of anything-fish fries, parades, picnics–everything was fair game for a good time. As for Mardi Gras–whoa! Life was a party, and that was particularly true of the six weeks prior to Lent. Most people associate Mardi Gras with New Orleans, but that's not completely accurate. Mobile, AL claims to be the ancestral home of Mardi Gras in America. All up and down the Gulf Coast, small towns revel in the fun of Fat Tuesday. Their joy's contagious. And for me, the devastation of Katrina was heartbreaking.

Beauvoir in Biloxi
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Kim:  What did you learn as an AF spouse that you could apply to your publishing career?

Ann:  Flexibility to adapt to any situation, including our wacky world of publishing.  Acceptance of new cultures, unfamiliar accents or languages, and a different way of doing things–all necessary for an author.  Living in a variety of different places provided a world of experiences to draw on for stories. Worldwide travel - there are so many places out in that big, wide, wonderful world to set a story. And seeing it up close and personal was invaluable.

Kim:  Being a military spouse is a challenging job - how have you balanced your role as spouse, volunteer, and writer?

Ann:  Multi-tasking is the hallmark of being a military spouse. Whether it's organizing an overseas move, or making sure the kids, hubby, cats, dogs–and in our case, horses–are all going in the right direction, the military spouse is central command. 


Kim:   I love the picture of the "future rodeo queen" on your website! 

Ann:  The future rodeo queen is my granddaughter.  Horses have been a part of our lives for a very long time. My uncle was a renowned saddle maker, providing saddles for celebrities and ranch hands. I went to my first rodeo before I could toddle. My daughter's love of horses was the impetus for our family's horse adventure. We started with a hoof pick and ended up with a truck, trailer, two horses, and all the baggage associated with the equine world. I've relinquished my active participation in the horse world, but my daughter had her kiddos on a pony by the time they were two-years old. Now they're American Vaulting Association (gymnastics on a moving horse) Grand Champions in their divisions.

Kim: Tell us about your books! 

Ann:  I've written eight novels and one novella for the Harlequin American Romance imprint. My first book, A Texas State of Mind (2005) was a double 2006 Rita finalist in both the Long Contemporary and Best First Book categories. My Everlasting work, Summer After Summer (2007 and re-issued in 2013) won the Orange County Book Buyers' Best Long Series Contemporary award. My latest books were with Carina Press. Beyond Texas came out in December, 2013, and A Hot Time In Texas debuted in July, 2014. I love stories about eccentric and funny characters. Most of my stories are set in Texas, although I have a Georgia series, and a New Hampshire novella. I love small towns, humor, irony and characters that make laugh.


Kim:  What's next for Ann DeFee?

Ann:  Exciting things. I have the rights back to my first three books, including the Rita finalist, and the repackaged versions will be out for pre-order in mid-October, with a debut date of early November. (I've attached the covers which are really cool).

Another project that's been taking a ton of my time is Bellastoria Press. Linda Cardillo (another Harlequin author) and I are partners in this business venture. Bellastoria is the Italian word for beautiful history. Our goal is to provide stories that nurture the soul from writers who amaze, entertain and provide a touchstone for the avid reader. We're currently working on a distribution process that will be a combination of digital and print, aiming at book clubs and indy bookstores. My women's fiction story, A Popsicle World, which will be a part of our launch campaign, will be available in October.


Mahalo, Ann, for sharing yoru wealth of experience!  I am giving away a digital copy of any title from Ann's booklist.  To enter the giveaway,

1.  What is the joie de vivre (joy of life) for you?  For me, it's volunteering with Scouts to help them develop into future leaders.

2.  Comments are open through Saturday, September 20, 10 pm in Baltimore.  I'll post the winner on Sunday, September 21.

Mahalo,

Kim in Baltimore
Aloha Spirit in Charm City

Learn more about Ann and her books at ann-defee.com.

Laurel from Showtime Book Trailers created a special video for the USAF's birthday at this link.

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State of Romance - California

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I contribute a weekly column, STATE OF ROMANCE, to USA Today's HEA Blog.  This week I spotlight romanaces set in California, the Golden State, at this link.   Laurel at Showtime Book Trailers created a beautiful tribute to California at this link - look for two book covers in the trailer!

Coast Guard Station and Golden Gate Bridge
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I grew up in Florida which engages in a "friendly competition" with California over sunshine, tourists, and Disney.   I conceded that California also offers brilliant mountains, Ghirardelli chocolate, and shining stars.   

Julia Quinn and me at RWA 12

I've met the shining stars - romance authors - at RT11 in LA and RWA12 in Anaheim.   California lends itself to adventures, mystery, and romance ... can you add to the list of romance books set in California?   Use #stateofromance on Twitter plus leave a comment for the chance to win a book choice from my convention stash.   Comments are open through Saturday, September 20, 10 pm in Baltimore.  I'll post the winner on Sunday, September 21.

Mahalo,

Kim in Baltimore
Aloha Spirit in Charm City

Tutocanula Pass Yosemite California by Carleton Watkins
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Tuesday, September 16, 2014

Aloha to Margaret Mallory and CAPTURED BY A LAIRD


THE DOUGLAS LEGACY

The Douglas sisters, beauties all, are valuable pawns in their family's bitter struggle to control the Scottish Crown. But when powerful enemies threaten, each Douglas lass will find she must face them alone.

CAPTURED BY A LAIRD

Haunted by his father's violent death, David Hume, the new laird of Wedderburn, sets out to make his name so feared that no one will dare harm his family again. The treacherous ally who played on his father's weakness is dead and beyond David's vengeance, but his castle and young widow are ripe for the taking. The moment David lays eyes on the dark-haired beauty defending her wee daughters, however, he knows this frail-looking lass is the one person who could bring him to his knees.

Wed at thirteen to a man who tried daily to break her spirit, Lady Alison Douglas is looking forward to a long widowhood. But when the fearsome warrior known as the Beast of Wedderburn storms her gates, she finds herself, once again, forced to wed a stranger. Alison is only a pawn to serve his vengeance, so why does this dark warrior arouse such fiery passion and an unwelcome longing in her heart?

With death and danger looming, these two wounded souls must learn to trust each other . . . for only love can save them.

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MARGARET MALLORY surprised her friends & family by abandoning her legal career to write tales of romance & adventure. At long last, she can satisfy her passion for justice by punishing the bad & rewarding the worthy--in the pages of her novels.

Margaret lives in the beautiful Pacific Northwest with her husband, goofy dog & crabby cat. With her two children off to college, Margaret spends most of her time working on her next Scottish historical romance. Visit her website for Book Group Discussion Questions, photos of Scotland, excerpts, & other info. Margaret loves to hear from readers!

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a stronghold of the Douglas Clan from 1362 to 1455

Margaret offers an excerpt from CAPTURED BY A LAIRD .... 

David strode through the battle raging between his men and the castle defenders in the courtyard and headed straight for the keep, intent on his goal.

The castle would fall quickly. The defenders lacked leadership and were in disarray. His only concern was whether the castle had a secret tunnel for escape. During the siege, he had spread his men out through the fields surrounding the fortress to keep watch. But he had concentrated his forces for the attack and most were now inside the castle. If there was a tunnel, he must secure the widow and her daughters before they had a chance to escape. He did not relish the idea of having to chase them down through the fields with dogs.

The defenders had foolishly waited too long to withdraw to the keep, and most were caught in the courtyard when David’s men burst through the gate. He barely spared them a glance as he ran up the steps of the keep.

With several of his warriors at his back, he burst through the doors brandishing his sword. He paused inside the entrance to hall. Women and children were screaming, and the few Blackadder warriors who had made it inside were overturning tables in a useless attempt to set up a defense.

“If ye hope for mercy, drop your weapons,” David shouted, making his voice heard above the chaos.

He locked gazes with the men who hesitated to obey his order until every weapon clanked to the floor, then he swept his gaze over the women. Their clothing confirmed what he’d known the moment he entered the hall. Blackadder’s widow was not in the room.

“Where is she?” he demanded of the closest Blackadder man.

“Who, m’lord?” the man said, shifting his gaze to the side.

“Your mistress!” David picked him up by the front of his tunic and leaned in close. “Tell me now.”

“In her bedchamber,” the man squeaked, pointing to an arched doorway. “’Tis up the stairs.”

David caught a sudden whiff of urine and dropped the man to the floor in disgust. The wretch had wet himself.

“Take him to the dungeon,” he ordered. The coward had given up his mistress far too easily.

David started up the wheeled stairs to the upper floors with his sword at the ready. He expected to encounter Blackadder warriors, protecting the lady of the castle. But there were none on the stairs and none guarding the door on the first floor.

Damn it. She must have escaped. He gritted his teeth as he envisioned the lady’s guards leading her through the tunnel.

He was about to open the chamber door to make sure it was empty when Brian, one of his best men, came down the stairs.

“Laird, I checked all the chambers while ye were in the hall,” he said.

David’s jaw ached from clenching it.

“There’s one door on the floor just above us that wouldn’t open with the latch,” Brian said. “Shall I break it down?”

David waved him aside and pulled the ax from his belt as he raced up the stairs.

“Open it!” he shouted and pounded on the door.

He did not wait. She could be escaping through a secret door this very moment. Three hard whacks with his ax, and the door split. He kicked it until it swung open, then stepped through.

At his first sight of the woman, his feet became fixed to the floor. He felt strange, and his vision was distorted, as if as if he had swallowed a magical potion that narrowed his sight. He could see nothing in the room but her.

She was extraordinarily lovely, with violet eyes, pale skin, and shining black hair. But there was something about her, something beyond her beauty, that held him captive. She was young, much younger than he expected, and her features and form were delicate, in marked contrast to the violent emotion in her eyes.

David knew to the depths of his soul that a brute like him should not be the man to claim this fragile flower, even while the word mine beat in his head like a drum. He had no notion of how long he stood staring at her before he became aware that she held a sword. It was longer still before he noticed the two wee lasses peeking out from behind her like frightened kittens.

Anger boiled up in his chest. Every Blackadder man in the castle who could still draw breath should have been here, standing between him and their lady. Instead, she faced him alone with a sword she could barely lift with both hands.

It was a brave, but ridiculous gesture.

There was no defense against him.


Aloha to Christi Caldwell and ALWAYS A ROGUE, FOREVER HER LOVE


Miss Juliet Marshville is spitting mad. With one guardian missing, and the other singularly uninterested in her fate, she is at the mercy of her wastrel brother who loses her beloved childhood home to a man known as Sin. Determined to reclaim control of Rosecliff Cottage and her own fate, Juliet arranges a meeting with the notorious rogue and demands the return of her property.

Jonathan Tidemore, 5th Earl of Sinclair, known to the ton as Sin, is exceptionally lucky in life and at the gaming tables. He has just one problem. Well…four, really. His incorrigible sisters have driven off yet another governess. This time, however, his mother demands he find an appropriate replacement.

When Miss Juliet Marshville boldly demands the return of her precious cottage, he takes advantage of his sudden good fortune and puts an offer to her; turn his sisters into proper English ladies, and he’ll return Rosecliff Cottage to Juliet's possession.

Jonathan comes to appreciate Juliet’s spirit, courage, and clever wit, and decides to claim the fiery beauty as his mistress. Juliet, however, will be mistress for no man. Nor could she ever love a man who callously stole her home in a game of cards. As Jonathan begins to see Juliet as more than a spirited beauty to warm his bed, he realizes she could be a lady he could love the rest of his life, if only he can convince the proud Juliet that he's worthy of her hand and heart.

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Christi Caldwell is the bestselling author of historical romance novels set in the Regency era. Christi blames Judith McNaught's "Whitney, My Love," for luring her into the world of historical romance. While sitting in her graduate school apartment at the University of Connecticut, Christi decided to set aside her notes and try her hand at writing romance. She believes the most perfect heroes and heroines have imperfections and rather enjoys tormenting them before crafting a well-deserved happily ever after!

When Christi isn’t writing the stories of flawed heroes and heroines, she can be found in her Southern Connecticut home chasing around her feisty five-year-old son, and caring for twin princesses-in-training!

Visit christicaldwellauthor.com to learn more about what Christi is working on, or join her on Facebook at Christi Caldwell Author, and Twitter @ChristiCaldwell.

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Christi is giving away a ditigal copy of ALWAYS A ROGUE, FOREVER HER LOVE to one randomly selected commenter. To enter the giveaway,

1.  What would you name your quaint cottage in the English countryside?

2.  Comments are open through Saturday, September 20, 10 pm in Baltimore.  

3.  I'll post the winner on Sunday, September 21.

Mahalo,

Kim in Baltimore
Aloha Spirit in Charm City

Christi offers an excerpt from ALWAYS A ROGUE, FOREVER HER LOVE:

Jonathan sucked in his breath as the spirited vixen who’d dealt rather handily with Lord Whitby a short while ago revealed herself. Here, in the closeness of his carriage, he could appreciate that which he’d not noted a short while ago.

Her green gaze, the color of the richest emeralds, the fiery crimson curls piled high atop her head, and a smattering of freckles along her high cheek-bones. “You, sir, have something I want,” she breathed.

Which was rather good for him, because he rather wanted her as well. A recalcitrant red curl tumbled free from the precarious arrangement of her locks. He followed the path of that captivating strand as it bounced and then fell, nestled in the slight gap in her cloak, between her breasts. Jonathan fixed his gaze on that crimson curl, never more jealous of a slip of hair than in that moment.

He reached out and caught the siren’s lock. He raised it to his eyes, wishing it were day so the sun could bathe her in its light and illuminate the vibrancy of the fiery shade of red.

The fiery beauty slapped at his hand, and the curl fell from his fingers. She lurched back in her seat, eyes wide like great, big emerald saucers. “Are you attempting to kiss me, my lord?”

The shocked disgust underscoring those few words jerked Jonathan from the haze of desire that had engulfed him. He angled his head. “Would you like me to?” Because he rather hoped her answer was in fact; ‘yes, that and more, my lord’.

The green of her eyes darkened nearly black jade. “You are mad, my lord,” she hissed.

His grin widened at her refreshingly honest reaction. “Is that a no, then?”

She slapped him.

His head snapped back, the resounding crack from her solidly dealt blow rang in his ears like the church bells on Sunday.

He rubbed his cheek and flexed his jaw. Goodness, she was a bloodthirsty wench. Perhaps it had been Whitby who’d needed saving after all.

Jonathan folded his arms across his chest, intrigued as to what the fiery-eyed beauty should want, if not a place in his bed. He waved a hand. “Well, then, Miss…?” Her lips set at a mutinous line. Ah, so she didn’t intend to tell him her name. Very well, in time then. “Miss, just miss, then. You wished to speak with me about something you want?” Something which unfortunately is not my kiss and hands upon your person.

She trailed the tip of her tongue over the seam of her lips. He noted the telltale sign of her nervousness, and a desire to know what brought a gently reared lady outside the Hell and Sin Club filled him. His intrigue doubled.

“Rosecliff Cottage,” her soft whisper cut into his wondering.

He angled his head, still studying the bow-shaped red lips that begged to be kissed.

Her shoulders straightened in a way that Wellington himself would have admired. She jabbed a finger in his direction. “You, sir, have taken my cottage and I would see it returned.”

Her words registered, and perplexity quashed his desire. “Rosecliff Cottage?”

He had a number of properties flung all over England. A manor in Kent. An old estate more castle than anything else in Devonshire. There wasn’t, however, a single cottage amidst all his properties. He stretched his arms out and rested them along the back of his seat. “I assure you, miss, I’ve no Rosecliff Cottage.”

Her eyes narrowed in a menacing fashion, and even through the near impenetrable slits sparks of fury shot from their fathomless depths. She jabbed that same digit in his direction. “I do not care to be lied to, my lord.”

Jonathan frowned. He’d had enough of the tart-mouthed miss and her insulting accusations. He leaned across the seat, so a mere hairsbreadth separated them, and their breaths mingled as one. “Take care, miss, I do not take slights upon my honor lightly.” He’d had his fill of reproachful words and disapproving glances at his meeting with Patrina and Mother earlier that day. He certainly didn’t need to tolerate this one’s ill-opinion—even if she possessed a beauty to rival Aphrodite. “Now,” he reached across her and shoved the carriage door open. “If you’ve nothing more than insults and confounded talk about cottages I do not own to share, then I’d ask you to take your leave.”

With their bodies’ nearness, he detected her swift inhale. Her throat bobbed up and down.

She glanced over to the opening, and then back to him. “I cannot go out there,” she bit out.

He hesitated a moment, then pulled the door closed, eyeing her with even greater interest. Yes, her tones cultured and clipped were those that belonged to a refined lady, and yet…refined ladies did not wander these particular streets and demand to speak to gentlemen about matters of business. Jonathan pulled out his watchfob and consulted the time. Nor did refined young ladies go out, unchaperoned at two o’clock in the morning.

She seemed to follow his unspoken recriminations for she inched forward in her seat. “Rosecliff Cottage,” she repeated.

He clicked his timepiece closed and stuffed it inside his jacket. “Miss,” he said, not bothering to bury his exasperation. “I do not know what—”

“You won it,” she blurted. “In a game of faro.” Her brow furrowed. “Or whist.” Her lips tightened. “Regardless of the game, you sat across from my brother, and he mistakenly wagered Rosecliff Cottage. I’d like it back.”



Monday, September 15, 2014

Aloha to Amanda Berry and ONE NIGHT WITH THE BEST MAN

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Isn't this cover cute?  Amanda Berry joins me today to celebrate the release of ONE NIGHT WITH THE BEST MAN:

Running into his first love at his brother's wedding isn't the homecoming Dr. Luke Ward imagined. Maid of honor Penny Montgomery should have been his bride. And now, despite how things ended between them, the former Tawnee Valley bad girl just made him an offer the still-smitten best man would be a fool to refuse.

Eight years ago, Penny lost the only man she ever loved. Spending the weekend together is a huge risk—and the only way to see if she's really over Luke. But when a family emergency forces the handsome surgeon to extend his visit, their passionate reunion fling flames into a deeper attachment. Does Penny have the courage to try for a second chance with Luke—and say "I do" to her best man?


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Between walking her Jack Russell-Beagle mix, petting her two cats and driving her two kids all over creation, Amanda Berry writes contemporary romance novels (thanks to a supportive husband). A Midwest girl stuck in the wetlands of South Carolina, she finds inspiration in her small-town upbringing. A list of her current releases and backlist can be found at amanda-berry.com.


Who Doesn’t Love a Wedding
By Amanda Berry

Okay, well maybe some people dislike weddings, but I love weddings in books. The only problem with weddings in books (from the author prospective) is planning your character’s wedding. Because you know you have to have it perfect. J

One Night with the Best Man, the second in my Ward Brother’s trilogy, starts at Maggie and Brady’s wedding, the couple from the first Ward book Father by Choice. This series revolves around the small town of Tawnee Valley and even though Brady had lived in New York, they decided to get married in the small town.

Having grown up in a small town, I realized that the venues for weddings were limited. There was always the basement of a church; however, those were more commonly used for receptions after funerals, rather than wedding receptions. There’s usually a few halls in the town and if you are really lucky a nice restaurant with a banquet room. The town I created was very small... smaller than the one I grew up in, so I knew I’d have to create something fantastic with a hall that likely hadn’t been renovated since the 70s and still had that lingering scent of cigars burned into the wood paneling.

Between create draping of fabrics and imported elegance, the reception hall was dressed up to rival the best ballroom in a big city hotel. I had to look at what Maggie and Brady would want to make the wedding particular to them. Wild flowers like the bouquet that Brady gave her when he returned. Spending money with local vendors and hiring local people to help stimulate the dying economy of the city. Family and friends surrounding them at every point.

After all, it takes a special sort of situation for a guy like Luke to choose to forget about the past for the night to be with the one woman he once loved and who broke his heart. Penny never needed a special occasion or fancy dress or beautiful flowers, when it came to Luke. He’d been her first love and her last love. She never let anyone get that close to her since they broke up, but she’s sure she can protect her heart, especially for one night. Add in dancing and champagne and wine and speeches about love and who could resist...

What’s your favorite part about weddings? The ceremony? The food? The dancing? Dressing up? The cake?

Comment to be entered to win copies of both Father by Choice and One Night with the Best Man.


Mahalo, Amanda, for the giveaway!  Comments are open through Saturday, September 20, 10 pm in Baltimore.  I'll post the winner on Sunday, September 21.  

Mahalo,

Kim in Baltimore
Aloha Spirit in Charm City

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Monday Night Romance with Tracy Solheim - College Style


The party continues on USA Today's HEA Blog with our weekly column, MONDAY NIGHT ROMANCE. This week Tracy and I chat about college football at this link.    In fact, we reminisce about the Big Men on Campus - BMOC.

After college, I met the "Big Men on Base" when I reported to my first duty assignment at Hanscom AFB, Massachusetts.   I admired many of the young officers who seemed to have it all.   

Last week, hubby and I enjoyed a mini-vaca in the Boston area. We stopped by Hanscom AFB for a trip down memory lane - I posted pictures on my travel blog, Aloha On My Mind, at this link.   Our visit to the base reminded me of one junior officer who had it all - Michael D. Neuner.  He was fun loving, kind hearted, and good looking, too.  Mike and I enjoyed a special friendship as we both hailed from Florida.  Sadly, cancer took his life but his spirit remains alive through those he touched with his positive attitude.   For me, Michael remains the ultimate Big Man on Campus.   

Michael (with baton) kicking off the 24 hour charity run.

Do you have a "crush" on any football players or other public personalities who fit the mold of "Big Man on Campus"?   One randomly selected commenter wins a book choice from my convention stash.  Comments are open through Saturday, September 20, 10 pm in Baltimore.  I'll post the winner on Sunday, September 21.

Mahalo,

Kim in Baltimore
Aloha Spirit in Charm City

Learn more about Tracy and her "Big Men of Football" at tracysolheim.com.


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