Archive | July 2015

Thyme for Love – TT Bloom

Tuesday TalesHere’s a snippet from my current work in progress, Thyme for Love.

Sally and Izzy’s relationship was heating up, until she got a little snippy on their last phone call. This week we’re writing to the prompt, ‘bloom’. Return to TUESDAY TALES for more great snippets.

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The rest of the day was a blur: vendor dilemmas, a no-show or two, getting speakers and demonstrators to the stage area in time, fielding questions from the milling throng of attendees. Stores owners in town kept catching Sally to gush over the successful event. “I’ve never seen so many people in Oak Grove Square!” was oft repeated phrase of the day.

By the end of the day, as the last vendor pulled away, Sally did a quick walk around the square to make sure that the city’s maintenance crew had everything cleaned up and restored to its usual tidy appearance. Luckily they’d done a good job as she doubted she had the mental resources or energy to try to follow through with one more task.

She arrived home without knowing how she’d gotten there. The entire ride was a foggy blur. She stumbled in, too tired to even eat.

Marmalade was on her own. Fortunately the kitty bowl was full of crunchies because she evidently wasn’t getting any soft treats for dinner tonight. Sally had collapsed across the bed, clothes and all.

It would be dawn before her eyelids flickered open. And at that, all she did was get up to make a quick trip to the restroom and headed back to bed, peeling off clothing as she went. Stripped bare, she pulled the covers back and crawled in between the sheets. Her eyes were closed before she got the comforter pulled up and was back asleep, spending most of Sunday in bed.

She awoke, ravenous, and was standing in front of the refrigerator scanning the contents for what she could fix that was easy…and fast… when Izzy called.

“Just making sure we’re still on for tomorrow.”

“Yes we are. I’m yours the entire day.”

“Great. Pick you up at eight? Breakfast at Waffle House first?”

“That sounds good. I’ve never eaten there.”

CNJ_hash browns“Never? You can’t call yourself a proper Texan if you’ve never eaten at Waffle House!”

“Then I guess you’ll remedy that situation for me tomorrow.” She propped the phone between her ear and shoulder, moving containers as she continued her search through the long ignored substances, some of them turning green and threatening to walk out on their own power.

The two chatted for a few minutes while Sally filled a plate with the Chinese leftovers she settled on for her meal.

Izzy heard the dinging microwave in the background. “I’ll see you in the morning. Wear comfy clothes, we’ll be walking a bit.”

“Okaaaay. What are we doing?”

“Not gonna say. You’ll find out tomorrow.”

She was curious. But the hot teriyaki aroma drifting her way had the stronger pull. She seemed to eat her way through the rest of the evening, making up for not eating since the day before. And then, her pillow called her back to bed for early slumber and she didn’t wonder about the mysterious Monday plans until the next morning when she had to choose what to wear.

Jeans and t-shirt. Can’t get much comfier than that, she mumbled to herself. She started to reach for her favorite wear-almost-every-day sandals when she remembered Izzy’s mention of walking. She rummaged under the edge of the bed to dredge up her broken in tennies.

By the time the doorbell announced Izzy’s arrival, Sally was ready and feeling refreshed and vitalized for the first time in several weeks. She opened the door and rushed into his arms, delighted to see his smiling face standing on her doorstep.

Izzy laughed and hugged her with all his might. “Well, if this isn’t a pleasant surprise,” he drawled.

She cupped his face in her hands and slathered him with kisses, up one side and down the other. He slid his hands up behind her head and the two were soon embraced in a long overdue passionate kiss. A car horn tooting as it passed by brought them back to reality.

“Guess we’re giving your neighbors a show,” Izzy chuckled.

A slightly flushed woman, breathing heavier than she had for a long time, answered back. “You want to come in? Or did you want to go ahead and go?”

“Let’s head on out.” He paused. “If you don’t mind.”

“Not at all. I’ll grab my purse and meet you in the car.”

They chattered the whole way to their breakfast destination. “I can’t believe you’ve never eaten here,” Izzy said as he found an empty parking spot in an otherwise full parking lot. “Every self-respecting southerner loves a good ‘ole Waffle House meal. Any time of the day.”

They had to wait a few minutes for a seat. “I guess it is a popular place,” Sally conceded.

Once seated, they kept talking so much that they’d never looked at the menu. The poor waitress had to return three times before they were ready to order. When the food arrived Sally didn’t say another word as she shoveled food in, one bite quickly following the one before it.

“You’re hungry.” Izzy leaned back in the booth and watched her admiringly. “Good. You’ll need the sustenance.”

“So…where was it you said we were going?” Sally quizzed him.

“Um. Like, I didn’t say where we were going.” He took another bite of his smothered, covered, and capped hash browns before he continued. “If I recall, I thought it was a surprise. But good one. You get points for trying.”

When the waitress brought the check, Sally knew it wasn’t much from the low prices on the menus. When she saw the size of the tip Izzy left, her admiration went up another notch. She didn’t like cheapskates. Men that were cheap in one area of life were often just as stingy in all other aspects of a relationship.

CNJ_speedwayBoth of them were full and content when they pulled back onto the highway, so the ride was quieter on this segment of the trip. Sally watched the countryside. She recognized Texas Motor Speedway as they passed by, and then they were passing through Rhome. She sat there taking mental notes, but didn’t ask any questions because she knew they wouldn’t be answered. Boyd was familiar. She’d been to the big cat rescue there before. But when Izzy turned down a dirt road a few miles down, she totally lost her bearings.

She looked at Izzy with a puzzled expression.

He just grinned and puckered up his lips to blow her a kiss across the seat. And kept driving as the dust whirled around the truck, threatening to envelop them.

“What’s back here?” She couldn’t contain her inquisitiveness.

He didn’t answer until he pulled up and parked in front of a small farmhouse, sitting under a canopy of towering post oaks. “I’m going to share my world with you today.”

He got out and moved around to Sally’s door while she was sitting there scanning the fields lining the horizon. Opening the door, he held out his hand to help her out. “Shall we go see what’s in bloom today?”

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Thyme for Love – tiger

Tuesday TalesHere’s a snippet from my current work in progress, Thyme for Love.

Sally and Izzy’s relationship was heating up, until she got a little snippy on their last phone call. This week we’re writing to the prompt, tiger. Return to TUESDAY TALES for more great snippets.

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OGS_herb festival2“I know. You were busy too. I got so wrapped up in wanting this event to be a success for Oak Grove. I think it was more than I anticipated and I was overwhelmed.” She slid her free arm around his waist. “That’s no excuse for treating you like that though.”

“That’s one thing I love about you though. The way you pursue your goals with the vengeance of a tiger chasing its prey.” He chuckled. “Me? I have my goals but I don’t think I’m quite as intense about getting there.”

“No. You’re Mr. Mellow-Yellow. You get there when you get there.” Her face flushed with a scarlet hue as a memory crossed her mind. “Welllll…” she drawled, “Sometimes you’re not all that laid back though.”

He bent his head down and nuzzled her neck. “If you’re thinking what I’m thinking, sometimes a little more action is called for.”

A longing surged through her body that had nothing to do with the herbs and vendors surrounding her. She leaned a little closer, breathing in the fresh, earthy scent of Izzy. “Can you forgive me?”

“Oh, babe, of course I forgive you.” He wrapped his arms around Sally and added, “Under one condition.”

“Ut-oh.” She tipped her head back and looked into the happy face so close to hers. “That could be trouble.”

“You’re probably going to collapse tonight when this is over.”

“Oh, there’s no probably about that. I can guarantee I’ll be a zombie by the time the last vendor pulls out of their space this evening.”

“Which means tomorrow you’re probably not going to be up for much.”

She shook her head in agreement. “I may not even get out of my pj’s tomorrow.”

“And you’re still closed on Monday?” he asked.

“Yes. Why?”

“You have any plans for Monday?”

“Nothing special. Just no work,” she answered. “No Crafter’s Cottage. No herb festival. I don’t even want to see Oak Grove Square.”

“Good! Then Monday you’re mine. All day. That’s my condition. I pick you up for breakfast and I get you for the whole day. No work. No phones. Nothing but the two of us.”

A puzzled look crossed Sally’s face. “What plans are running through that mind of yours?”

Izzy laughed as he dropped another kiss on the top of her head and backed away. “Nothing you need to know right now. Now go get back to work. I’ve got plants to go play with and you have an adoring public headed your way.” He tipped his head to two vendors headed in their direction.

“Bright and early Monday morning, sunshine. And you’re mine – all mine – for the whole day.” He blew a kiss and turned back towards the truck to help his sister unload herbs.

Sally admired the view of his retreating back side for a moment before turning to meet the vendors coming her way.

Thyme for Love – Tuesday Tales picture prompt

Tuesday TalesHere’s a snippet from my current work in progress, Thyme for Love.

Sally and Izzy’s relationship was heating up, until she got a little snippy on their last phone call. This week we’re writing to a picture prompt, only 300 words. Return to TUESDAY TALES for more great snippets.

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Sally smoothed her hair back behind her ears, unsure how to begin. She looked at the ground, then back up. She searched Izzy’s face. Usually he appeared so laid back and easy going. Right now he appeared fidgety, slipping his hands in and out of his pockets and shifting his weight from one foot to the other.

Becca looked back and forth between the two. “I think you two need to talk. Without little sister hanging around. I’ll finish unloading the truck.” She eased away. “Nice to finally meet you,” she called before she turned and went back to work.

“You too,” Sally replied. She hesitated and looked up and down the tree lined street surrounding the square. “So, I never liked the taste of crow, but I need a giant serving of it now.”

Izzy stopped squirming and looked intently into her eyes. “How’s that?”

“I owe you an apology. I was a snot when you called me Monday night.”

“Yeah, I probably wouldn’t argue with that one very hard.” Fortunately the grin on his face showed that there was more tease than anger in his words.

“And right now,” Sally continued, “after you didn’t answer last night, and then I saw the cute young girl helping you out, I jumped to conclusions.”

“I could tell. I could see it in your face.” Izzy laughed. “That kind of made up for you being snippy with me. It was totally worth it.”

He stepped closer and cupped her face in the palms of his hands. “The reason I didn’t answer was because I’d left my phone in the house while I was loading up the truck last night.” He dropped a quick kiss on her nose. “You’re not the only one that had to work this week.”

Thyme for Love – Tuesday Tales – flexible

Tuesday Tales

Here’s a snippet from my current work in progress, Thyme for Love.

Sally and Izzy’s relationship was heating up, until she got a little snippy on their last phone call. This week we’re writing to the prompt ‘flexible’. Return to TUESDAY TALES for more great snippets.

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Sally meant to get to bed early Friday night, knowing that the alarm would be sounding far too early for her liking. It still ended up being almost midnight before she fell into bed, exhausted. She groaned when she set the alarm. Thank God this is almost over, she muttered before she conked out without a further conscious thought.

When her phone started summoning her in the dark room, informing her that it was 4 am and time to rise, she wanted to throw it across the room. She settled for hitting snooze once before she dragged herself out of bed and aimed her body towards the shower, feeling like she was a cast member in The Walking Dead.

She wanted to be on site by five, even though vendors weren’t supposed to be there until six for set up. From past experience at craft shows she’d attended, she knew there were be the early birds chomping at the bit, arriving far before the arranged set up time. And then, there would be others, barely arriving by the time they were supposed to have vehicles moved to ready the site for attendees. She briefly wondered when Izzy would show up and if they’d have time to chat during the day.

I need to apologize, she told herself firmly. I was totally in the wrong. I didn’t need to snap at him like such a bitch. Note to self – girl, you must learn to be more flexible!

CNJ_farmers marketArriving at the town square, at a quarter past five, she discovered that she was right. She spied three vendors already parked and waiting. She grabbed her clipboard from the car and hurried towards them, ready to check them off the list and direct them to their assigned spot. Fortunately they weren’t too chatty. They seemed to be as semi-comatose as she was.

Cars arrived pretty steadily, keeping her running back and forth. When she had a brief break a little later, she scurried over to Java Time, to grab a chai tea.

“The ‘grande-est’ one you have,” she told Carmen, who greeted her from behind the counter. “I don’t think you have one big enough to keep me going all day.”

“I’ll bring you out another one in a few hours,” Carmen volunteered.

“I won’t know where I’ll be on the square.”

“That’s all right. I’ll hunt you down. I’ll be ready for a break by then.” She grinned and handed over the steamy concoction. “That will give me a chance to look around and see what goodies are out there.”

Sally clutched her caffeine lifesaver and headed over to the stage area to make sure it was set up to accommodate the speakers and demonstrations that would follow throughout the day. When she saw Izzy’s truck parked in front the double space he’d requested on the corner, she switched directions and headed his way.

She fully intended to apologize – until she saw the young, gorgeous blond helping Izzy unload the truck.

CNJ_herbs“What the hell?” The words spewed from her lips before she could stop them. Yeah…‘his girl’ my ass. It sure didn’t take him long to come up with someone new. She stomped towards them, her jaw set and lips clenched.

Izzy lifted a flat of lush green plants and turned to set them on the tables lining the space. As he saw Sally bee-lining in his direction, his face lit up in a radiant grin.

The smile slowly faded as she got closer. “Hey babe,” he called out, sounding a little unsure of himself.

“Don’t you ‘babe’ me.”

“All right.” He voice wavered, as if confused. “You still sore over me asking you to dinner when you’re so busy.”

“It’s not that at all.” Icy frostiness coated Sally’s reply. Her eyes cut over to the young assistant who was busy filling the tables with trays from the back of the truck.

Izzy followed her glance and burst out in laughter. “Hey, Rebecca,” he called out. “Come here a minute. There’s someone special I want you to meet.”

Sally glared at the fresh faced girl as she approached. When Izzy walked up and put his arm around her shoulders, Sally felt like a lead ball landed in her stomach.

“Becca, this is Sally, who I’ve told you so much about.”

Rebecca’s face lit up as she held out her hand to shake.

Sally stood frozen, unable to dreg up any southern hospitality in response.

“Sally, this is Rebecca, or ‘Becca’, my favorite younger sister.”

Becca chuckled and slapped at Izzy’s chest. “Your only younger sister, you big brute.”

Relief washed over Sally, lifting a weight from her. It seemed that the sunshine broke out from a cloudy sky and the world was a fine place, once again. She didn’t know whether to dance around in happiness, or wish for a big hole to swallow her and her embarrassment up.

Alice’s Desire

A sexy contractor soon has Alice flustered and in a tizzy. When her BFF and partner in their landscaping business, Lynn, makes her move for the man, Alice is torn. She’s using to stepping back and letting Lynn charm the guys. This time Alice doesn’t want to. Will the battle for Troy’s attention come between the two friends? Which one, if either, will end up in his arms?

This short romance from Chrys N. Jay takes you to the worksite, where the handsome renovator aims to flip more than houses.

Here’s an excerpt from Alice’s Desire:

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Alices Desire LKO coverSomehow we made it through the particulars that needed discussed. Every now and then I’d catch a puzzled glance from one of the workers, as they stood there, patiently waiting for an answer from their boss. I barely noticed he hammering and sawing around us that created its own unique symphony.

I almost couldn’t take my eyes off him. I’d tear them away to look at the sheets in front of me, numbers and dates and details of the landscaping we’d be doing here. Then I’d glance back up and be swimming in those large azure pools of dreaminess.

I caught him once, glancing at my ring finger. Laughter bubbled up in my throat. I’d already done the surreptitious glance at his hand, looking for the telltale ring or pale mark of a missing one.

Life was perfect. The meeting was progressing smoothly. The client was divine. Until we got to the installation schedule and it all came to a screeching halt.

“Two weeks? I can’t wait two weeks. There’s an open house scheduled in a week.” The grim look on his face wasn’t one that I’d be dreaming about that night, that’s for sure. His jaw was clenched and I swear, I thought I saw a vein starting to throb at his temple.

“This is the schedule Lynn had in the folder.”

“She told me you could install this weekend. My guys will be finished Friday. I have a tight turnaround time on this one.”

I rifled through the folder, checking to see if there was another schedule I’d missed. “I’m sorry. Our guys are all booked on other projects. I can’t pull them off the city job to do this one. I’d lose my shirt on penalties.”

He looked up from the papers and his face softened. “Now that I’d like to see.”

“What? Us losing money?”

“No. You losing your shirt.”

It took a minute for his meaning to sink in. I think I turned as red as the geraniums we proposed for the front planter.

“Sorry,” he mumbled. “That slipped out. Not very businesslike, I’m afraid.”

At least it broke his bad mood and got us back to business.

Besides, I couldn’t get too upset. Not after the thoughts that had been running through my own head. They involved him losing a lot more than just his shirt. I’d already been imagining those broad shoulders bare, his muscular forearms wrapped around me, his rugged jaw lowering itself to me, kissing me … No. I couldn’t play the prim and proper offended woman.

He ran a hand over his jaw, deep in thought. Right where I’d like to be, my fingers stroking his chin … Oh, for land sake, Alice Jackson, will you get your mind out of the bedroom for one cotton picking minute!

“Your guys work weekends?”

“Not for straight time they don’t.”

“Would they be willing if I increased the labor charges by fifty percent?”

“Not everyone. Some are pretty firm about keeping their weekends off. But I think I could come up with enough. Three guys working Saturday and Sunday should get everything installed.”

A thought crossed my mind. “As long as I can move the delivery date up to Friday and all the plants are available. Although, as long as most of the product is her by Friday, if there’s a few we can’t get, we’ll work those in during the next week.”

“Sounds like a plan to me. With a few strings attached, though.”

“What kind of strings?” That phrase didn’t bode well for A & L’s Landscaping, I was sure.

“I’ll increase the labor costs to accommodate overtime. You get three men here over the weekend. But I want you here with them, supervising.”

“Uh, I don’t usually supervise. Our foreman is one of the best and he handles that.”

“Well, then don’t call it supervising. Call it, oh hell, I don’t care what you call it. I just want you here both days with the crew. Or no deal.”

It seemed like such an odd request from him. But, hey, what else did I have going on over the weekend? Other than taking work home, like I usually did.

“One more thing,” he added in. “When we’re done Sunday afternoon, you and I go to the little Mexican place up the street for dinner and margaritas.”

“I don’t usually …”

“Dinner, too. Or no deal.”

“All righty then, I guess dinner is on the schedule too.” I couldn’t help but throw in, “But you’re buying.”

His laughter was like a balm around me, soothing and calming, yet sending delightful shivers up my spine.

This was going to be one interesting weekend.

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Love is in the Air: Featured Author – Tricia Anderson

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Love is in the Air

Chrys N. Jay’s Newsletter                                                 July 3, 2015

 Welcome to the first issue of ‘Love is in the Air’. We’re kicking off our brand new newsletter with an interview from Tricia Anderson, including an excerpt from her newest release, The Assassin.

Stay tuned for upcoming issues, released every Friday. We have a lot more great romance authors scheduled. Coming up for the rest of the month are: July 10: Kathleen Tighe Ball, July 17: Elizabeth Black, July 24: Iris Blobel, July 31: Sarah Cass

Thanks for joining us, and may your week be filled with love!

Chrys N. Jay

New Releases

LIA_FlippedNew, from Ines Saint, Flipped! Ines will be our featured author on August 14th.

Filled with storybook architecture and rich with history, the town of Spinning Hills, Ohio, has seen better days. Now the Amador brothers are determined to restore the neglected community to its former glory. But it takes more than a hammer and nails to make a house a home…

Check it out here.

 

Author Spotlight — Tricia Anderson

I met Tricia through Tuesday Tales and she soon became one of my favorite authors, along with the other talented authors there, writing to a weekly prompt. Joining us for our first author spotlight – here is Tricia!

Tricia, you’ve written an assortment of books: historical romances, The Black Irish series, the Hard Drive series, and three children’s books. Which is your favorite?

My favorite series (for now) is the Hard Drive Series and my favorite book is Breaking the Cycle. What started as a book meant to “do good” became a collaborate effort of many groups coming together. It also led me to find my team who are my second family, a group of people I love very much.

Do you have a favorite character?

Well…I do. It recently changed. It was Rico Choate from Breaking the Silence because he is based off some close to me. Now it’s Reese Cooper, the hero from The Heartbreaker. Everyone will hopefully get to meet him in October. He’s my new book boyfriend. He’s perfect. ❤

Do you have any book boyfriends? And if so, is your husband jealous of him/them?

Out of my books, Reese Cooper (I’m such a tease!). I don’t think he is. Even though the physical descriptions aren’t the same, there are parts of Reese’s heart and souls that are definitely Brian.

What’s been the most challenging aspect of writing romances?

Writing the intimate scenes. I am constantly afraid of writing a boring or repetitive scene. Those type of excerpts can pull a reader out of the book. I don’t want that.

What has been most rewarding?

Hearing readers tell me how much they love my books. I just love it that people read my books. It’s literally my dream come true.

How did you end up moving from children’s books to romances?

I like to study and explore characters and their stories. It’s difficult to do with picture books. I was always writing the larger books while I wrote kids’ books.

The Assassin, the fifth book in the Black Irish series, just debuted. Is there a particular moment that you’d like to tell us about to tempt us?

In the first four books, we get to meet Sloan and Abbey and watch their relationship strengthen and grow as Sloan’s deep dark secrets are revealed and affect their relationship. But in The Assassin, Sloan witnesses the aircraft that Abbey is supposed to be on engulfed in flames. She’s dead…or is she?

Do you have any new projects in the works that you’d like to tease us with?

Along with the previously mentioned book The Heartbreaker, which is Book Two of The Hearts Of Braden Series, I am currently working on the six (and possibly last?) book of the Black Irish Series, Family Ties.

Would you like to share an excerpt?

Let’s have a taste of The Assassin!

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LIA_The AssassinAbbey searched for her lost panties the moment Sloan set her on her feet. She could hear the rustle of his clothes as he straightened himself.

“What are you doing here, lass?” he demanded, his brogue rough.

“You told me to inspect the foreign facilities. I’m inspecting.”

“The Gauntlet wasn’t on the list.”

“It still belongs to Sloan Enterprises.”

“This is a bad area of town. It’s too dangerous.”

“I can handle myself.”

Sloan quickly swallowed up the space between them. Abbey felt the hot brick against her back. “Really? You were no match for me.”

She squirmed to put distance between them again, with no luck. “You aren’t like normal men, Sloan.”

“Lately, you’ve become an expert on normal men,” he snarled.

Abbey glared at him as she huffed. “We’ve had our quickie. Now, if you’ll just help me find my undies and escort me to a cab, you can get back to your little secret mission.” She cocked an eyebrow at him. “I thought you were supposed to be in Afghanistan.”

Abbey shuddered as Sloan lowered his face to hers, his breath warming her skin. “First, your panties are in my pocket. You don’t want them back. They’re scraps now. Two, we are here to update the Powers That Be in the CIA on our mission.” He brushed his fingers across her cheek, causing a shiver through her entire body. “And finally, you aren’t going anywhere. I’m not finished with you.”

Abbey whimpered as Sloan parted her lips with a deep, wet kiss. She surrendered in his arms, clinging to him as his hands roamed her body. Whatever he wanted from her, she would give him willingly.

Sloan pulled away then grasped Abbey’s hand in his. Tucking her close to him, they wove through the crowds of tourists. She glanced around as they quickly rushed past the bright colors and groups of people. It only took minutes for them to reach the luxury hotel. Sloan didn’t stop his hurried pace until he was inside the vacant elevator with Abbey beside him.

Her body arched against him as his mouth roamed the curve of her neck. She tugged him close, mindlessly pleading for more. They spilled out of the elevator and stumbled down the hall to the penthouse, shedding clothes with each step they took. Sloan fumbled the keycard in the reader then shoved the door open.

In one quick motion, he scooped Abbey into his arms then plopped her onto the couch. Behind him, Abbey could see the corner of a large, luxurious bed in the bedroom. She moaned as Sloan undid his pants and let them slide down his legs, until they pooled at his ankles. She had a feeling it would be hours before she was in that bed. And it was going to be a long, hot, sleepless night.

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Author Links:

www.triciaandersen.com

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Author’s Bio:

Tricia Andersen lives in Iowa with her husband, Brian and her three children – her sons, Jake and Jon, and her daughter, Alex. She graduated from the University of Iowa with a Bachelor of Arts in English and from Kirkwood Community College with an Associate of Arts degree in Communications Media/Public Relations. Along with writing (which she loves to do), Tricia practices mixed martial arts, coaches and participates in track and field, reads, sews and is involved in many of her children’s activities.

love makes two hearts one

Spice it Up

New tricks? What does that have to do with romance?

A lot! After all, who doesn’t get tired of the same old thing day in and day out? Try a few new little tricks here and there to spice things up. You don’t need something new every day, unless you want to. Add in one or two new things a week and I think you’ll see a big difference in your love life! Here’s a few things to start you off.

  • Write your lover a love letter or poem on a sheet of paper. Glue it to thin cardboard. Cut it up into puzzle-shaped pieces. Mail them all the pieces. Or, mail one puzzle piece each day.
  • Unplug the TV. Put a note on the screen saying ‘Turn me on instead’.
  • Write ‘I love you’ on the bathroom mirror with a piece of soap.
  • Buy a lottery ticket. Give it to your lover with a note attached: “I hit the jackpot when I met you”
  • Spread rose petals all over the bedroom
  • Bring home a small unexpected gift each week. One of my friends has a ‘Happy Friday’, where they do this. Sometimes is a larger gift, but usually a small trinket, token, flowers, candy bar or other small item. It must work. They’re going on 40 years of togetherness.
  • Write a love note or poem and place it under the driver’s side windshield wiper of their car.

They Said it Best

Love, and a cough, cannot be hid. ~George Herbert, Jacula Prudentum, 1651

You can give without loving, but you can never love without giving. ~Author Unknown

Love is the flower of life, and blossoms unexpectedly and without law, and must be plucked where it is found, and enjoyed for the brief hour of its duration. ~D.H. Lawrence

Feelings pass like clouds but love endures like the sky. ~Peter Roberts

Chrys N. Jay Books

Rose LKO coverROSE: The rugged, muscular carpenter that came to fix Rose’s fence threatened to turn her world upside down. Once concerned only with keeping her struggling, independent animal afloat, she now finds herself distracted and thinking lustful thoughts about Johnnie. Their growing closeness sends him fleeing without a word. What will happen to Rose’s world now?

Available at: Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Smashwords

 

Alices Desire LKO coverALICE’S DESIRE: A sexy contractor soon has Alice flustered and in a tizzy. When her BFF and partner in their landscaping business, Lynn, makes her move for the man, Alice is torn. She’s using to stepping back and letting Lynn charm the guys. This time Alice doesn’t want to. Will the battle for Troy’s attention come between the two friends? Which one, if either, will end up in his arms? This short romance takes you to the worksite, where the handsome renovator aims to flip more than houses.

Available at: Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Smashwords

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