Wednesday, July 23, 2014

July's Write Edit Publish Blog Hop Post

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My love of photos is what they allow me, something precious and sometimes beyond any amount of words. Like the first time I saw this particular photo of my future husband. I didn’t know he would be my husband at the time, but when I saw the photo, I knew I loved him. I knew him. I knew his importance in my life and that I would never be the same. Thirty-two years later the man is still my husband and I look at him, remembering always this first photo,even though I now have more than hundreds of other photos of him, of us, our life, our children. Is a picture worth a thousand words? For me, one picture is worth a thousand memories.


Check out the other blogs participating if you'd like at the link under the photo above. Happy Summer all!

PS, had to take a photo of a photo because I couldn't find the original I really wanted to post here, but oh well, you get the idea...!

Wednesday, July 02, 2014

IWSG Wednesday July 2, 2014




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Today is my husband and my thirty-first anniversary! We are going to St. Augustine, Florida for a few days to celebrate. We LOVE it there!

Pondering the subject of this month’s post to the IWSG my fingers gently rub the new scar I now sport upon the side of my abdomen and realize I’m a lucky woman.  Appendicitis is nothing to sneeze at, literally (it hurts like you know what!), and I feel blessed to have come out of it with only healing to do and a scar. When I woke up after the surgery I thought instantly of the Madeline books I used to read as a kid. The very first one is about little Madeline having to go to the hospital to get her appendix out, and how the other girls from her school, when they come to visit her, are so envious! Ha. I wouldn’t be, having now gone through it.
So I could whine about how much writing I’m NOT getting done right now. But I won’t. I will, instead, be grateful for the new challenges I face, because I will heal and be able to work out and have energy again soon. Though I still tire easily, today marks the fifth week since my surgery, which leaves one week left before I can begin in earnest to get back on top of things and WRITE.
I am, truly glad to have time to catch up on life in a slow way, cooking, gardening, talking with family, snuggling our pup and, of course, adoring my husband who has taken great care of me.  So this month my advice is, smile. Challenges in life are here to stay. Trust in a smile to help you march on.



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Sunday, June 29, 2014

Book Review - A Knight in Shining Armor by Jude Deveraux

A Knight in Shining ArmorA Knight in Shining Armor by Jude Deveraux

My rating: 5 of 5 stars


I just finished reading this last night, for the second time! The first time I read this was years ago, soon after it was released. It was the first Jude Deveraux I read and I was enchanted by it. This time as well, I enjoyed it and yet it was harder for me to have patience with the main character in the beginning. Even so, Jude Deveraux is a very talented writer and kept my interest firmly in hand so it didn't matter. I couldn't stray even if I tried. There was one other thing that wasn't quite answered, but it didn't stop me from being enthralled by the characters and their story. One think I like about JD is she puts in just enough detail to make things interesting without pulling you out of the story. I recommend this to anyone who likes romance with a bit of a twist.A Knight in Shining Armor



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Tuesday, June 24, 2014

Romance - June Blog Hop



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June blog hop word is Romance! Come and join us as we explore romance at its best, click on the link under the image...


Dreams and Kisses
He lay near the road, a bright splotch of red upon the long thick grasses, eyes closed with a smile upon his face as he basked in the full sunshine of the day. His hands lay clasped, fingers entwined over his uniformed stomach.

Oh, to know such peace, Lila thought gazing at him from the coach as he opened his eyes and sat up, quickly, but not with worry. No, his smile said he knew he could be in trouble and could care less. Lila’s breath caught in her throat. She recognized him. She leaned forward toward the window. "Leave him be."

"He’s a soldier and obviously not where he's supposed to be." Madame Fletcher, Lila’s chaperone, didn’t tolerate laziness in anyone, especially someone beneath her, someone who was paid to work,

even if he was a soldier, even though she herself lived on the charity of family.


"Everyone deserves a few moments to enjoy a day such as this, Madame," Lila said, but noticed no one took heed of her words. The coachmen forced the poor man up onto the back of the coach. They would lock him up while they checked his leave. Lila almost smiled. A man arrested for enjoying a beautiful day.

The coach stopped in front of the hotel Lila used whenever she performed in this town. She rushed from the coach first, ignoring her chaperone's call to return as she ran to watch the man being taken into the building across the street. Inside, she rushed toward the door beginning to close behind the young man. "I need to see this soldier," she demanded.

"Mademoiselle Lila, you man not—" started her coachman.

"Yes, I may. Do not stop me and do not come in. I need to see him alone." Before he could lock the door, she shoved past the coachman, entered and quickly closed it behind her. Madame Fletcher protested from the other side but Lila didn’t care. Knowing Madame Fletcher would force her way in if she could, Lila made swift work of the two locks as her chaperone pounded on the door.

Mm Fletcher screeched, "Come out at once. This is outrageous—"

"I will not. Leave me alone. I need to speak to this man and there is nothing you can do about it."  Sometimes, though rarely, it paid to be a diva. Lila stared at the locks, hoping they would hold. Their age gave her no assurance of strength, if sufficiently pressed.

Lila turned. The room was large and bare with a smaller room attached to the left. The young man looked in askance of her, as he stood clothed in his red uniform, blondish hair and heavenly blue eyes. She had not been wrong. She had seen him before, in the one special dream. All she needed now was to hear him speak and she would know if she were a fool, or the happiest woman on earth. Even if they tried to keep her from him, to know he truly existed would help when the time came to reveal, and fight, for her choice.

"By what honor," he began. Yes, she thought. His voice matched the one in her dream.

"By mine," she answered and touched him lightly on his arm. "Please come with me just for a moment. We have so little time." In the smaller room she faced him. She stepped to him and threaded her arms round his neck. "Please, hold me. Kiss me. Please."

She pressed his lips with her own and felt his resistance. "Please there is no time for politeness, oh please…" He gazed into her eyes, which beseeched him to listen, to give her what she asked. Lila leaned her body against the length of his as if to touch as much of him as possible.

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He leaned down and kissed her then, a real kiss, a full kiss and his arms encircled her. He held her closer, in answer to her need. She reluctantly broke the kiss as her hands moved to hold his face. Lila stared into him, memorizing every part of his beauty. His carefree manner disappeared. His lips enveloped hers again and again. "I love you,” she whispered. “I shouldn’t have said such, but I mightn’t have another chance." He held her as if life were about to end and he needed to end it with her.

The door crashed in. They took her away, but she didn’t scream or cry, only stared back at him, standing there. “I have dreamed of you,” he said.

“As I have of you,” she replied. His soft eyes didn’t leave hers until she was gone.

Lila ignored her sputtering chaperone and ran up the stairs past her rooms, to the roof. She would dress shortly, but before she performed tonight she needed... She pushed through the laundered sheets drying on the roof until she could see across the street. She waited. She hoped he had not been taken away. Then, as she turned to leave, her time almost up, he ran across the roof opposite hers, coming quickly to the edge searching, she knew, for her. She ran toward him. “Here, I am here.” Her eyes met his across the empty space between them.

“As am I,” he said. He bowed and blew her a kiss, a gentle smile playing upon his beguiling mouth. Nothing more was said. Lila backed away, her lips and body still tingling from his touch. She had found her mate this day and tonight she would sing it to the world. She would sing for him. If her audiences thought she could sing before, tonight would show them the diva she truly was. She had dreamed a dream, and now it had come true.

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