Tuesday, November 30, 2021

Mash-up Books, a New Tradition

 


I've not blogged in a long while. Funny how you get so busy writing, that you forget to write about your writing! That and I also write for two other blogs each month. But, I'm trying to slow down a little and enjoy writing different things. This blog is one of them.

So, what to write about? Well, how about my latest release, Dear Mrs. Pettigrew? She released today and is one of several mash-up stories I've done over the last few years.

What's a mash-up story, you ask? Well, it's taking characters from one series and putting them in a story with characters from another series. As I have two pen names, one for contemporary and historical western romance, and one for time travel/sci-fi, it can involve characters from different genres too! And this is where the fun begins.

One of the first mash up books I did was A Very Weaver Christmas where Harrison Cooke and his family along with Irene and Wilfred Dunnigan visit the Weaver farm. This visit resulted in a hilarious romp that was so much fun to write. It also has an ending that came out of the blue, and led to not only another mash up story, but an entire series. Matchmakers in Time.


Christmas with the Cookes came next, the first in the Matchmakers in Time series, and there are now four books with a fifth on the way. These time travel romances have a little of everything, including mystery and danger in some and are reader favorites.

Back to Dear Mrs. Pettigrew. This book is the ultimate mash-up story with characters from books from my Mail-Order Bride Ink series, my Time Master and Matchmaker in Time Series and a couple of characters that have appeared in different series of mine. It's a fun romp involving the matchmaker of Mail-Order Bride Ink who invites some of her past mail-order brides and their husbands to spend a couple of weeks around Christmas with her. But they're not the only ones that show up as Mrs. Pettigrew is sought after for her matchmaking skills. Too bad she can't match herself, which becomes the main challenge in the book. But, with a little help from her new friends, she's got a shot at finding love again. Her's an excerpt:

“Fantine, put that vase on the table over there. Mr. Tugs, be sure to serve the tea the moment they arrive. Let me see …” Adelia tapped her foot on the expensive Oriental rug in her drawing room. “… I do hope Mrs. Fraser is working on dinner.” She clapped a few times. “Chop, chop – no time to waste!” She rearranged some flowers in a vase Fantine had placed on the fireplace mantle. The house was full of flowers, and poor Fantine had sneezed several times already.

Madame Pettigrew, have you decided which rooms – sniff – your guests will occupy?”

“I thought I’d leave that to you, ma petite. After all, you know me well. What would I choose?”

Fantine placed yet another vase on a low table. “I would put the Bransons in the main guest room.”

Adelia smiled. “Because they are rich? Why not place the Whites there?”

Fantine’s eyes widened. “But … Madame Pettigrew, is not the main guest room reserved for the …”

“… most privileged?” she finished. “Not necessarily, ma petite. Put the Whites there. Now where will you put the others?”

Fantine gulped. “Well … I …”

“Stop stammering, ma petite. We are not entertaining royalty, just a few friends and acquaintances.”

“I suppose the Bransons wouldn’t mind staying in the red room?”

“An excellent choice. I do love the room’s wallpaper, don’t you?”

Fantine nodded. Everyone loved that wallpaper – red with beautiful yellow roses and leafy greens.

“And last but not least, the Vanders. Though I’m sure Mayor Vander and his wife will like any accommodations we give them.”

“Mayor?” Fantine said in surprise. “I had no idea Monsieur Vander was a mayor.”

Adelia picked at a fingernail. “Quite. Which room?”

“The green room.”

“Why?”

Her assistant started to pace. “It’s bright and sunny and … well, not right now when it’s snowing, but they’ll have a nice view, oui?”

“Quite so, Fantine.” Adelia watched Mr. Tugs shuffle toward the grand foyer. “Ah, excellent, Tugs. I see you’ve anticipated our guests’ arrival in the next few minutes.” In truth, she knew it would take Tugs at least that long to get to the front door. Thank Heaven he was getting an early start. “The Bransons will arrive first.” She sat on a dark blue tufted sofa and sighed in contentment. “I’d forgotten how much I enjoy having visitors.”


Enjoy this mix of characters and fun in what has become a Christmas tradition for me. A holiday mash-up book! You can find the book on amazon


If you'd like to check out Christmas with the Cookes, you can find it also on amazon


Friday, April 19, 2019

Something Old, Something New, Something Borrowed, Something Blue!

Something Old

Okay, Trail to Clear Creek came out last fall. So I thought it was about time I had a little sale! So from 4/22/2019 through 4/29/2019, you can pick up the book that tells the story of how the Cooke family came to Clear Creek, for .99 cents! After all, it all had to start somewhere!


On Sale 4/22/19 through 4/29/2019

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Something New


Hey, it's a new Box Collection! I've not put any of my Mail-Order Bride Ink series into a set before, but as I'm up to eight books and about to start the ninth, I thought it was time! You can grab Vol. 1 (which contains books 1-3) of the Mail-Order Bride Ink Box Collection for .99 cents through the end of April! If you've never read this series, it's one of my most popular. Enjoy!



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Something Borrowed & Something Blue


So what did I borrow? Well, I'd like to say a pair of my sister's jeans as she's about the size of my pinkie finger, but that's not the case. But I did combine some ideas (can I borrow from myself?) and came up with a wonderful new series I'll start working on next month! In the meantime, (I know you're curious) I stumbled across a story I originally had as a bonus story in my Cowboys and Debutantes box collection. The collection wasn't out long before I decided, you know, not a lot of my regular readers get the boxed sets or collections, so if I keep this in here, a lot of them are never going to see it. So I pulled it out, got sidetracked (for almost a year I'm embarrassed to say) and voila! We now have our story ready to go! For those of you who have read the series, you'll recall that Minnie, the middle Stout sister, travels to Columbia, California as a mail-order bride where she not only gets married but encounters a not so nice individual by the name of Roberta Peterson. As the old saying goes, what goes around comes around. Gold digging Roberta isn't very nice to poor Minnie, and when she finds out Minnie's true origins, well, read for yourself. And for those who haven't read the series, this gives you a good idea of what Minnie had to put up with!

“I had a dress just like that once,” Roberta commented casually. “It was one of my least favorite frocks.”
Baker set his empty plate down. “Do tell.”
“Why yes,” she said, smiling sweetly at him. “Did I have you order it? I can’t remember.” She turned to Minnie. “Maybe I got it at Wilson’s. Is that where you got yours?”
Minnie pursed her lips together. “No.”
“Why don’t ya tell Roberta where ya got yer dress, sweetheart?” Baker suggested with a slight smirk and plucked a blade of grass.
Minnie shook her head. As much as she’d enjoy putting Roberta in her place, she didn’t want to embarrass her …
“Yes, do tell,” Roberta said with a smile. “I know you couldn’t have made it yourself – everyone in town knows you can’t sew.”
… well, since she’d asked for it, why not? “No, I didn’t make it myself. It was custom-made by a French modiste on Park Avenue.”
Roberta’s smile faded. “A … mo-deese?”
Modiste– it’s a very exclusive dressmaker,” Minnie explained. “Madame Monier, I believe her name was. We had many dresses made there.”
“We?” Roberta’s voice sounded a little weak.
“My sisters and I.”
“Tell her where ya lived, Minnie,” Baker said as he chewed on his blade of grass.
Minnie kept her expression gentle to soften the blow. “On the Upper East Side of New York City. Not far from Central Park.”
Roberta swallowed hard as her eyes grew round as saucers. “And you came here?!” she squeaked. “To Columbia?”
“I like it here,” Minnie said. “Much nicer than New York. The fresh air, the adventure of a new land. And I’m enjoying learning how to cook and sew and clean and help Baker out in the store. After growing up with an army of servants and never having to lift a finger, it was just so … stifling. I had no idea what I was missing. Now I’m using my hands and learning so much. For once I have purpose.”
Roberta almost choked. “You must be kidding!”
“Not at all. I was a different person in New York – but I’m a much better person here.”
“I don’t believe it,” Roberta scoffed.
“Minnie and I are plannin’ a little trip to visit her folks,” Baker said. “Why not come with us?”
Roberta gasped. Minnie settled for looking at him as if he’d gone mad. What was he playing at?
“Yeah, see if yer daddy thinks it’s a good idea. Give ya a chance to see the big city, how things really are. Whaddaya say?”
Roberta said nothing, just fainted dead away.
Baker looked her over, then turned to his wife. “Ya think we should take that as a yes?”

So a few things happen when Baker and Minnie take Roberta to New York. I highlight one (a dinner party, given by Minnie's step-mother Fanny, in chapter 11) and left it at that. But then I thought, wait, there's more to this story! Plus folks kept asking me what happened to Roberta and Clarence. So, I wrote it and you know the rest. So here it is! Love's Saving Grace, now available on Amazon. Oh, and the blue? Well, just look at that dress she's wearing!




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Monday, July 2, 2018

Hurray for Independence Day!

Love in Independence is set in the town of Independence, Oregon in 1871. There's just something special about a story told around our nation's holiday. Not to mention everything that holiday brings to mind.  Picnics in the park, good food, good company, neighbors, friends, and of course fireworks.
In Love in Independence, our hero and heroine are caught up in the town's preparations for their big Fourth of July celebration.  A celebration that includes all of the above-mentioned fun, along with a speech by the town mayor, who, not adverse to public speaking, was the perfect man for the job. He did love to give a good speech.
 for those not familiar with this book, here's the small excerpt describing our hero and the town of Independence…


Independence, Oregon, April 1871

 Pastor Luke Adams was a simple sort. He owned three white shirts, two pairs of trousers, one pair of suspenders, two coats, one pair of boots, a hat, a Bible, a pen and an inkwell. That was it. It was all he needed.
Leaving Chicago and heading West was the best decision he'd ever made. The tiny congregation of independence, Oregon was just the sort of place where he could immerse himself, work and grow old. The people were friendly and always willing to lend a helping hand, the parsonage was adequate for his needs (even if bigger than he liked), and became fully furnished.
But it wasn't long before he discovered something about small towns like Independence. In Chicago, and had a certain and anonymity -- the city was too big to keep tabs on everyone. But a small town of meant small town gossip. Some folks did so via friendly banter, others by a series of afternoon teas throughout the month. And, of course, everyone ventured into Tindle's Mercantile at some point during the day to catch up on the latest news and rumors, Mrs. Tyndall being the self-proclaimed eyes and ears of the town.
Even now she was hard at work. "Widowed, you say?" Asked Mrs. Vander, the mayor's life. Petite and soft-spoken, she fanned herself at the unsettling news.
"Yes-- and with no children, but I suppose it's better that way," added Mrs. Tindle.
"A pastor without a wife? Who's ever heard of such a thing?! Who's idea was it to hire him?" Demanded Mrs. Smythe, the undertaker's wife in town matriarch. It's in decent!"
"Your husband, for one," Mrs. Vander pointed out in her bird-like voice. "Not to mention mine. In fact, I think Mr. Tyndall had the final vote on the matter, didn't he, dear?"
"Octavius thought Pastor Luke would be a fine addition to our town," Mrs. Tindle said. "except…"
"Except what?" The other two asked in unison.
"Except for the fact that he's not married!" Mrs. Tindle declared as if it should have been obvious.
"This'll never do," Mrs. Smythe said firmly. "You know how people talk."
"Don't we though?" Mrs. Vander giggled.
"Mercy, whatever will we do?"  Mrs. Tindle lamented.
"I have no idea, dear," Mrs. Vander said, shaking her head.
"I wasn't asking you," Mrs. Tyndall told her. "I was praying to the Almighty."
"Well, how is one to know?" asked Mrs. Vander.
"Mercy Vander!" Mrs. Smythe groaned.  "Don't think that every time someone says the word 'mercy', they are addressing you."
"Well, I declare, what else am I to think? It is my name!"
Such was a typical day in the lives of Mrs. Tindle, Mrs. Smythe, and Mrs. Vander. Martha, mod, and Mercy had been friends from the moment they met on the wagon train headed west over 15 years ago they were considered the pillars of the church, not to mention the town. Their husbands held high positions. One provided goods and services that fed and clothed townsfolk, another buried them, and Mr. Vander look darned good in a suit. His oratory skills were also a plus. And he wasn't at all averse to public speaking, which is how he landed the job of Mayor...


If you'd like to read more, Love in Independence is free through the Fourth of July on Amazon. You can get the book by clicking Here


Monday, November 20, 2017

Cowboys and Debutantes, Contemporaries ...

Yes, first came the historicals starting with Effie and her two sisters, Minnie and Lula (Lula is yet to be released), and her cousin Della and her two sisters, Hattie and Pearl. These riches to rags stories have been a blast to write and I'm working on Lula's story now. We'll cover her in another post. What I want to talk about in this post is my adventure into contemporary western romance! What a fun time I had writing about the Sullivan family. 
Tate, Jake and Jenny Sullivan, along with their mother Samantha, inherit a riding academy in Brooklyn, New York. Jake, the first to venture to the Big Apple to see what sort of shape the stable is in, is also the first to have a chance at love! Can a simple rancher win the heart of a rich, New York, debutante?
Here's an excerpt from Jake, Cowboys and Debutants, Book One, Contemporary.

Casey and Melanie both sucked in a tiny breath. He was at least six feet tall with a lean, muscular build. Short, light brown hair peeked out from underneath his black Stetson, his dark eyes doing the same. He wore a denim jacket over a light blue t-shirt and put his hands on his jean-clad hips. “Can either of you ladies direct me to the office?”
  “Sure, it’s through there,” Melanie said as she pointed to a gate behind them.
  Casey glanced around. “Are you delivering a horse?” she asked out of curiosity. Well, and the fact she couldn’t take her eyes off him. This wasn’t a guy from the city, that’s for sure.
  “No, ma’am. I’m here on other business.”
  She smiled at his use of the word ma’am, not knowing what else to say. She didn’t know enough about the place and didn’t want to look stupid. Melanie was the expert. She’d been coming to Dixie’s for what seemed like forever.
  “Do you work here?” he asked.
  “No,” they said at once. The women exchanged a quick glance. “I’m a client,” Melanie said before Casey could blink. “I board my horse here and take lessons.”
  He nodded then focused on Casey. “And what about you?”
  “I take lessons too,” she said with a smile. Please don’t ask for how long, she tacked on silently.
  “That’s nice. Do you like it here?” he asked.
  Melanie nodded. “I do.” She shot Casey a warning glare.
  Casey wanted to smack her. Then again, Melanie knew her penchant for blurting things out without thinking. It wouldn’t do well to say she liked it too when she’d only just set foot in the place. She settled for a smile and nodded instead.
  “Glad to hear it.” He tossed his head at the gate. “I’ll just mosey on over to the office then.” He flashed them a brilliant smile. “See you later.”
  They nodded, both mesmerized by the way he sauntered to the gate, opened it and stepped through.
  Melanie broke the spell with a groan. “Oh, no, I still have my helmet on!”
  Casey laughed as Melanie undid the helmet’s chin-strap and pulled it off. Her long blonde hair lay plastered against her head “Trust me, you were better off with it on.”
  “Thanks a lot.” Melanie tucked her helmet under an arm and tousled her hair with her free hand. “I have to take care of Georgie. Want to come? You can help me give him a bath.”
  “A bath? That didn’t sound very appealing, but if she hung out long enough, she might get another peek at the cute cowboy before her lesson. If she got lucky enough to gt one, that is. “Okay. So long as I don’t get drenched.”
  “You won’t. Not if you’re careful,” Melanie said and headed for the gate.
  Casey noticed Melanie was going the long way around. She’d learned enough her first visit to know that the horse stalls, tack rooms, break room and everything else was more accessible from the other end of the arena. Going this way meant walking past the office though, which also meant Casey wasn’t the only one that wanted to grab another look.
  “If you really want to take riding lessons,” Melanie said conversationally as they passed through the gate, “why not take them from someplace closer to home?”
  “Because you’re here,” Casey said. “Besides, what if someone that knows my dad rides there, spots me and rats me out?”
  Melanie slowed her pace as they approached the office. “I guess you’re right, but this place is sure out of your way.”
  “As much as it is yours,” Casey countered. Both lived in the upper east side of Manhattan and had known each other for years. They met as freshmen in high school, made their debut together and went to the same college of arts. Now, both graduated, they had embarked on their prospective careers and spent the last two years trying to build them up.
  Melanie had gone into fashion photography where as Casey became a designer. The two worked a lot together and knew a lot of the same people. True, the riding stable was located in a part of Brooklyn no one would expect, and yes, there were other stables much closer to the both of them. But this particular place Melanie chose for its location and the amount of riding trails available. Casey picked it because Melanie hadn’t fallen off a horse and landed herself in the hospital. That had to count for something, right?
  “I wonder who he is,” Melanie remarked casually as they passed the office.
  Casey gave it a sidelong glance. Through the plate glass window she saw Mr. Cowboy chatting it up with Miss Williams who was not only one of the instructors, but managed the place as well. “I wonder if she thinks he’s cute.”
  Melanie giggled. “Who wouldn’t? But she’s too old for him.”
  Casey arched a brow. “You never know. Miss Williams might be a cougar.”
  Melanie stopped dead in her tracks and looked over her shoulder at the office, now behind them. “Miss Williams? Not a chance.”
  Casey shrugged and kept walking. “You never know.” Now ahead of Melanie, she turned and walked backwards. “Bet she’ll be able to tell you what he’s doing here.”
  Melanie made a face. “Like I’m going to ask? It’s none of our business.”
  “But you know you want to,” Casey teased.
  Melanie stopped again. “No, you want to. But that doesn’t matter because you’re not going to be around.”
  “Yes I am,” Casey countered, spun on her heel, and walked on. “I just paid for six lessons.”
  “Lessons your dad is going to make you quit if he catches wind of it,” Melanie called after her.
  If he does,” Casey said as she waved a hand in the air. In truth, she didn’t want to talk about it any more. If Melanie didn’t stop pestering her, she was liable to leave. Then again, that would suit Melanie just fine. She’d have won.
  Casey turned and glanced at her friend who continued to trail behind, probably in hopes Mr. Cowboy would emerge from the office before they made it to the wash area.
  She wasn’t disappointed. Miss Williams came out of the office first, followed by Mr. Cowboy. He stopped and looked at them, then flashed that brilliant smile of his. Casey tried not to smile back. Melanie on the other hand …
  “Casey’s going to help me bathe Georgie,” she called to Miss Williams. “In case you want her, you know where to find her.”

  Miss Williams gave her a quick nod and a wave, and then continued toward the arena, Mr. Cowboy on her heels. He turned one last time and smiled at them before disappearing through the gate.

You can get a copy of Jake on amazon  Enjoy his story and then check out Tate's! 

That's just a sample of our hero's story. Tate, his brother had his own adventure, and one of a different sort than Jake. Here's a snippet from his story:

“This is so New York,” he commented after they’d walked past the Brooklyn Library and the museum. “What are the Botanical Gardens? I noticed an entrance to them back there.”
Melanie tuned out her guilt and smiled. “Oh, they’re very nice. Too bad it isn’t spring, they’re great in the spring. All those blossoms …”
“Really?” he remarked with interest. “Has Cassandra ever been to them?”
Melanie fought back a sigh. “Yes, I’ve done some photo shoots with her there.”
“Did she like them?”
“We were working, so I couldn’t tell you.” And wouldn’t want to tell him even if she knew. But she did know Cassandra wasn’t one for nature – she was a city girl through and through. But hadn’t she mentioned once that she was originally from the country? One would think she’d hanker for the outdoors, but no, the more concrete the better. Hmm, she must have Cassandra’s origins mixed up with someone else. Which brought back Tate’s earlier question – had Cassandra told him she liked to go hiking?
They crossed the street and walked down the tree-lined walking and bike path that ran down the center of Eastman Parkway. Tate reminded her of a kid in a candy store. “Look at all these benches.” To her surprise, he stopped at one and sat.
The path, which ended another block or so down, was lined with benches on either side. She’d taken this walk before after hiking through the park and had occasionally stopped just to sit and think. It was a pretty spot, even with cars going by on either side. “You’re enjoying yourself.”
“Oh yeah. Jake told me about places he’d gone his first time here, and I saw a couple of things the last time I was in town – tourist stuff, like the Statue of Liberty and the Empire State Building. But I was busy – there wasn’t much time. This is new.”
“You should check out some of the museums,” she suggested.
He shrugged. “I’m more interested in checking out Yankee Stadium.”
She made a face. Her father was a baseball freak – she should introduce them. Better yet … “You should check to see if there are any games while you’re here.”
“Now you’re talking!”
Melanie laughed at the look on his face – one would think she’d just given him a brand-new car. “My dad’s really into baseball.”
“He is?” Tate asked, just as enthused.
“He’d love to go to a game – though mind you, he’ll talk your ear off about the old Stadium and all the players he’s seen. I can call him after we eat.”
“Wow – thanks, Mel!”
Her breath caught. He’d never used her nickname before. Maybe it meant nothing, but the sound of it coming from him …
For Pete’s sake …, her conscience began.
“So you like baseball?” Melanie blurted, hoping to drown out the interior monologue. Besides, baseball was a running joke in her family, at least when it came to her father. He’d even taken Bernard the doorman to a few games. “It’s kind of a requirement.”
“A what?”
“Yeah,” she said with a nod. “I see about four games a year, if I have time. But my dad …”
“When can I meet him?” Tate asked, excited.
“Well, um, I suppose I could invite him to join us for dinner …”
“Great, do it!”
Melanie did her best not to groan. A few hours alone with Tate Sullivan, when she’d planned to savor every moment, was being washed out by the gleam of the superfan in his eye and the excitement in his voice. Tate and her father were going to hit it off beautifully. Sigh. With feigned enthusiasm, she pulled her out her phone and dialed her dad’s number.

Tate's book is also on amazon 

And I even wrote Jenny's story, because after reading Jake's story folks wanted her story as well as Tate's. It's part of the Welcome to Romance series which takes place in Romance, Oregon. Here's the blurb:

A rooster, a tortoise, and love, oh my! Jenny Sullivan is finishing up school in Romance, Oregon. She’s also homesick in Romance, meets a man in Romance, and now needs lessons in romance to boot! If she hadn’t gone to the Finding Forever Rescue Shelter’s annual fall festival, she wouldn’t be in this mess! If only she wasn’t so romantically impaired, she might be able to get out of it.

Andy Cotton wasn’t looking for love and no wonder. After his last disastrous relationship, he wasn’t keen on being tripped up by another. But when a woman shows up during his volunteer shift at the local animal shelter’s fall festival to adopt something, um … different, he began to reconsider. And lucky for him, he just happened to have something very different indeed. Now if he could just find some of that same luck to win her…


I explain more about Jenny's story and the series in my previous blog post. You can get Jenny's story here.

These are just my contributions. Vivi Holt has written the Cowboy and Debutante series with me! Check out all the books! Available on amazon

Now, off to work on Lula's story. And guess where I'm sending her?









Wednesday, August 2, 2017

Get Ready to Fall Into Romance!





 
What happens when you mix together a group of authors, add laughter, lovable pets, and a dash of pumpkin spice? The perfect combination resulting in ten sweet novellas that'll have you falling in love all over again!


Surround yourself in the romance of the autumn season with 10 heartwarming, sweet novellas from the USA Today, national bestselling, and award-winning authors. Each story takes you inside the heart of a small town-its people-and features adorable animal friends in need of a forever home. Take a trip to Romance, Oregon, where falling in love has never been easier and happily-ever-after is guaranteed!
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Stories and Authors

Lost in Romance by Stacy Claflin
At Second Glance by Raine English
Blown Into Romance by Shanna Hatfield
Wired for Romance by Franky A. Brown
Restoring Romance by Tamie Dearen
Finding Dori by J.J. DeBenedetto
Katie’s Chance for Romance by Jessica L. Elliott
Chasing Romance by Liwen Y. Ho
Lessons in Romance by Kit Morgan
Finding Forever in Romance by Melanie D. Snitker
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Lessons in Romance 
By Kit Morgan
Being a part of this boxed set has been an amazing experience and a blessing. My novella, Lessons in Romance, was a blast to write and I can’t wait for you all to read it! 

A rooster, a tortoise, and love, oh my! Jenny Sullivan is finishing up school in Romance, Oregon. She’s also homesick in Romance, meets a man in Romance, and now needs lessons in romance to boot! If she hadn’t gone to the Finding Forever Rescue Shelter’s annual fall festival, she wouldn’t be in this mess! If only she wasn’t so romantically impaired, she might be able to get out of it.


Andy Cotton wasn’t looking for love and no wonder. After his last disastrous relationship, he wasn’t keen on being tripped up by another. But when a woman shows up during his volunteer shift at the local animal shelter’s fall festival to adopt something, um … different, he began to reconsider. And lucky for him, he just happened to have something very different indeed. Now if he could just find some of that same luck to win her…
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Don't forget to pre-order your copy of Fall Into Romance!  It's just 99 cents!