These are a few of my favourite…winter activities…
As much as I like raindrops on flowers and whiskers on kitties, this is the time of year when I’m wishing for warm mittens. I enjoy living where we have four markedly distinct seasons. I even venture out into the winter wonderland when it happens. But given my druthers I’d rather be:
~ in my kitchen baking something sweet, either a new recipe or one of my tried and true favourites. The bonus of baking is the hot oven helps to warm the house.
~ knitting a pair of socks for one of my boys, or yet another hat for my husband, or even just a dishcloth. If it’s a simple project I’ll watch something on TV while I knit. But if the pattern involves following a complicated chart, then I’ll listen to an audio book.
~ reading from my to-be-read pile that seems to grow no matter what I do. I swear I haven’t bought a book since…cough…yesterday.
~ sewing another set of curtains. Our new house has lots of windows and I gave myself the task of making the draperies so…. It wouldn’t be so bad except full-length curtains are BIG which means my ‘work table’ is the floor of my study – my aching knees!
~ writing, of course, because no matter how strong the winds howl and no matter how much snow piles against the door, I can write my way to a warm meadow caressed by a soft breeze with only the rasp of a grasshopper and the trill of a goldfinch for company.
If autumn colours, pumpkin carving, and starlit nights are some of your favourite things, check out my new book, If I Didn’t Care.
Guess who’s moving in next door?
Nicole Bennett is used to bad luck—it’s kind of a family curse. She’s spent the past year stitching her life back together after losing her dream job. Well, it paid the rent. Now stuck working at her family’s grocery store while wrangling a demoralized dad and a spoiled-brat sister, the last thing she needs is for the man who wrecked her life to move in next door, even if it is for only three weeks. So what if he’s sexier than sin and makes her believe in fairy tale endings?
Ross Calvert’s life in the fast lane crashed when he lost his job and fiancée. All he’s got to show for years of hard work are a sleek sports car and a closet full of designer suits – minus the closet. Determined to salvage his relationship with his best friend, he trades in the corporate life for a brief stint as a caregiver. The decision was simple—until he discovers the tempting vixen he wronged lives next door. Maybe she’s what he needs to reboot his life.
What starts off as a no-strings fling soon veers into making promises that might be impossible to keep.
Excerpt:
He propped an elbow next to the credit card reader and leaned closer. “How about you and I get a coffee?"
"Not happening." She pressed a key on her register. “Thirty-nine eighty, please.”
"You must get a break." He slid his credit card into the reader.
She leaned her hands on the counter. "You don't remember, do you?"
"Remember what?" A tickle of dread stole the fun out of the little flirt session. Being asked if he remembered was never a good way to start a conversation with a woman, covering as it did a myriad of hidden death traps. A forgotten birthday, or anniversary, or first date, or worst of all, a one-night-stand. He doubted he'd forget a night spent with Nicole, but he couldn't rid himself of a sick feeling, much like the sense of impending doom at the crest of a roller coaster track.
She slammed the cash drawer shut and handed him the receipt. "Halifax?"
"Yeah?" Shit, that word encompassed a hell of a lot of potential trouble. The city had a pub on every corner, to say nothing of the music clubs, restaurants, and casinos. Ample opportunities for a casual hook-up. Damn hard to remain lonely in Halifax.
"Dunstan and Woodville?"
What the hell? The tickle of dread became a punch in the gut. "That's where I work—used to work." Admitting the end of his dream hurt. All his work undone, all those long hours erased. Almost at the top of the ladder and he'd been knocked off. Stepped on a snake’s tail, and slid all the way to the starting line.
"Yeah, me, too."
Shit. Oh, shit. His smile slipped and he knew he looked like a guilty son-of-a-bitch. "You were in the accounting department. Assistant office manager."
"Ding, ding, ding. Give the man a prize."
"Until you were let go."
"Ah…no. Until you fired me. You."
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Luanna Stewart has been creating adventures for her imaginary friends since childhood. She spends her days writing spicy contemporary romance, romantic suspense, paranormal romance, and historical romance. When not torturing her heroes and heroines, she’s in her kitchen baking something delicious. She lives in Nova Scotia with her patient husband and two spoiled cats.
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Good morning, Jana! Thank you so much for inviting me to your lovely blog to visit with your readers.
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Good luck and God's blessings
PamT
Thanks for stopping by, Pamela!!
DeleteYour book sounds intriguing. Second chances are great!! :) Best of luck, Luanna.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Barbara!
DeleteWow, you are a talented lady. I am limited on what I can do during winter indoor time, but reading and writing are definitely in my wheelhouse. :) Great excerpt and blurb. Congrats and best wishes!
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