Book Blast with Goddess Fish Promotions

Wow! It was crazy and fun. One of the host bloggers, Lauren Seiberling of was so nice! She even emailed me ahead of time to welcome me. But if I ever do it again, I will take the day off from work. I can usually take ten minutes to do something personal when I’m working, but I caGFPn’t take a half hour here and there. Twenty-six blogs were a lot to constantly check and I was caught in a meeting most of the day.

I missed my morning run and I’ll miss tomorrow’s. I’ve already reset my alarm to let me sleep in.

I just hope the whole thing brings me some readers. I don’t want to say buy my book, even though I want people to buy it. Why can’t they just find me and buy it? Why won’t someone look at the blurb and think that it sounds interesting? Maybe the book has too much story? Maybe people only want to read about the sex? Yeah, I know, go to bed. I will.

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Wow! I’m on Tour!


And here is where I’m going to be!

1: Romance Novel Giveaways
2: Buried Under Romance
3: Books to Light Your Fire
4: Not Now…Mommy’s Reading
5: Hope. Dreams. Life… Love
6: Jersey Girl Sizzling Book Reviews
7: The Book Review
8: Jen’s Reading Obsession
9: BookSkater
10: Amiabooklover
11: SBM Book Obsession
12: Yeah Books! Blog
13: Author Amanda Kimberley LB
14: Sexy Adventures, Passionate Tales
15: Tina Donahue
16: Nickie’s Views and Interviews
17: DesireMeOnly
18: London’s Scribbles
19: Wickedly Wanton Tales Blog
20: Author Raine Delight’s World
21: Behind Closed Doors
22: Bound By Passion
23: booknerd
24: Sultry, Steamy Reading
25: Long and Short Reviews
26: Christine Young

Hope to see a few friendly faces and meet some new readers!

I do have to be at work, but I’ll bop in and out all day long to all the sites. Wish me luck!

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Don’t Ask Questions

My father came home for the holidays and my mother instantly turned into a giddy teenager – only worse. It started about a week before he was due to arrive. She cleaned. Not a simple vacuum job – she washed windowsills! Curtains came down, were washed, ironed, and returned to their rods. I was afraid she might start washing the ornaments on the Christmas tree. I didn’t even joke about it for fear she might do it.

Why all the craziness? My dad isn’t home very much. The last time I remember my dad being home for any extended period of time I was ten. My mom has gone years without seeing him. Then maybe she would see him several times in six months only to have him vanish again.

At one point, I thought my parents were divorced, and I wondered if I was an illegitimate birth. As I got older, I wondered if my mother had been conned and he had another family someplace. No. My parents are happily married. How do I know that? I can see it in them and the way they act.

Maybe it seems as though I had a weird life as a child and maybe I did, but it was my life and I was loved. In spite of it being different, I don’t feel deprived or as though I missed out on anything.  I am simply the product of an atypical family.

My parents met in college and had the big fairytale wedding in June after they graduated. My dad had an advanced degree and my mom had her BA. They had the honeymoon to die for, came home three months later, bought a house, and my father left for his new job. The spring after my dad left, my mom had a stillbirth. That summer she applied for a teaching job at a local high school and got it. A few months into working and my dad came home. She quit her job.

Growing up, other children had a mother and a father. Even if they were divorced, children seemed to know who their father was and what he did. If I asked my mom, it was always the same answer. “You have a father. He loves you. Don’t ask questions.”

He came home when I was seven and we moved. I remember feeling like I finally had a father, except he was a stranger. Slowly I accepted him and became his shadow. He showered me with attention. At ten, he didn’t come home. No warning that I wouldn’t see him again, he just vanished from my life and my mom’s.

In my junior year of high school, I saw him. I came home from school and this man was sitting in our kitchen. He asked where my mom was. I almost called the police on him. Fortunately my mom came through the door and flew into his arms. I never saw him again until after I graduated from college.

Other than that time when I was little, I’ve seen him more in the last few years than I ever did  growing up. And in the last few years I’ve had internet contact with him – not all the time but occasionally. It might sound strange but I’ve gotten to know him, maybe not as a father, but as a man with adult eyes.

Whatever my dad does for a living, my mom was in agreement before they married. She knew or thought she knew what life would be like without having a husband around all the time. It made my mom independent and strong. Her attitude has rubbed off on me. I realize there’s a difference between needing a man and wanting a man. I’d like to have one but I don’t need one.

My dad came over to my place after Christmas and I thought I’d die. My little apartment was far from clean which really isn’t like me but… The previous night’s bowl of pop corn was still on the Tessa new500kitchen counter. I had dishes in the sink. The area around my computer was cluttered with papers and notes, both private and work related. Goldie’s tank had some streaks of green, yet he never said a word about any of it.

He informed me that he’d read my book. I swallowed. He wanted to know if I wrote it because I was looking for an older man to bridge the gap he’d left in my life. I honestly told him the biggest gap in age I’ve ever dated was about twelve years and it was too much. I asked him if he was shocked at the sex and he said no. He’d be more shocked if I didn’t know such things.

I asked him a few things and got the standard reply. “Don’t ask questions.” He did say he doesn’t expect to be going away for extended periods but he’s not retiring – not yet. So the stranger is back in my life, maybe this time for good.

My mom is acting like a newlywed, swearing that he’s the most romantic man she’s ever known. He’s buying her flowers, little and not so little gifts, taking her to dinner at fancy restaurants, and acting as though he’s making up for thirty some years of not being there for her.

I’m sitting back and wondering if I could handle being married to a man like him with a don’t-ask-questions job. I could, but that’s not what I want. I’d prefer to have someone who was my teammate. Someone to share the responsibilities, the joys, the heartaches, and everything that goes along with living.11

I want to wake up in the mornings and smell coffee brewing. I want to see him standing there in the kitchen with his pajama bottoms hanging low on his hips as he takes his first sips of coffee with that morning beard and his hair tousled, and know that he belongs to me and that I belong to him. I want my man to be there. And I want flowers for absolutely no reason because, like my mom, I think it’s very romantic.

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Happy Holidays

Happy holidaysWishing Everyone the Very Best!

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It’s live!

My book is live! Tessa new500

It’s an exciting time and I’m doing some guest blogging, so watch for me on some of your favorite blogs.  And come January and February, I’ll be visiting quite a few blogs. My publisher is setting up a blog tour for me.

(Now to figure out how to list my guest blog schedule so every one of my six followers can stalk me all over the net.)

In the meantime, my Dec guest blog spots look like this:

Dec. 9 (My very first guest blog!)

Dec 10 (Get to know about me)

Dec 16  (Loads of fun as you get to meet Randal Sessoms from my novel)

Dec 20 (The inspiration behind Tessa)

So far I’ve discovered that I no longer have any real free time. “Yes, I’d love to have dinner with you, but I have to write a blog.”

That’s when he gets this strange look on his face.

“You see… I wrote a book, and the blog is part of the promo for the book.”

“You wrote a book?”

“Yes. It’s a sexy romance about a young woman and a much older man.”

That’s enough to send him scurrying away.

So since my love life is falling into the hopper… Here’s the links to my book.

Warning: May December romance for the mature reader


Years of wisdom have taught Randal that it’s not the destination but the journey that makes everything worthwhile. When the tentative friendship between silver fox Randal and young Tessa bursts into lust, it ignites a passionate affair that leaves them both trembling. There’s nothing more fulfilling than a beautiful woman in the arms of a man who can appreciate everything she has to offer.

As Randal embarks on a second career and Tessa is preparing for her chosen field, Randal’s daughter flounders in a sea of depression. When Randal’s love for his daughter is pitted against his love for Tessa, can there be a winner?

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Pre-order, book tours, and what else?

I have some new author friends, which is exciting.  This whole author world is amazing, it’s as though I’ve joined a sisterhood that I never knew about. Not that there aren’t plenty of guys out there but so far, I keep running into women. Anyway, there are all these terrific people who have been down this path that I’m traveling.

I feel a little like someone just clipped my wings, but in a way I’m considering it to be a rite of passage. I really thought I was on some sort of super highway and I discovered it’s a path.  I know this sounds a little odd but it’s as though I have to go down the mountain to get to the highway. I can see the highway but I’m not there yet! Except down feels worse than up and it’s loaded with obstacles.

As I explained to my friends, I’m having one of those moments such as when you put up a bird feeder and discover that you have birds at it. It’s so exciting! All these little birds are chattering and taking turns at the feeder. You grab your bird field guide and look each one up because you want to know who is there.  One is yellow and another is blue, there’s a red one and… You search until you are certain you know which one that is with the little cap on its head, and the one with the stripe over its eye. You can’t wait to share this wonderful discovery with anyone who will listen.

Then you discover that the patio is filled with seed hulls and birdie poop.

I just discovered the poop! Yep, poop. It’s not fun. I’ve got an upcoming book tour that my publisher set up for me and I have no clue what I’m supposed to do. The tour company contacted me, and I sent them a nice thank you email. I have no idea what I’m thanking them for or why. I have no idea what I’m doing. My publisher handled it, gave them my email addy, and I assumed a thank you noted was needed. If nothing else the thank you acknowledged that I got their email and understood it.

My mom always said that thank you notes were important and people appreciate them. I think she’s right. It’s nice when someone takes a moment as stops to write a thank you. Even at work, a three sentence thank you is appreciated. When we finish a project at work, it’s easy to send out a blanket email thank you to everyone, but I take the extra minutes to send individual ones. A thank you for all your help with… I know how I feel when I get one, and often today no one remembers  to say thank you.

So there’s poop under the bird feeder. Now what?

My book is up for pre-order and I’m thrilled but part of me is scared. There’s something called an Advanced Reader Copy, and I know it’s not the final version. Do they know this is not the final copy?  Will people read the ARC and hate it?

Excitement has turned to anxiety and I’m finding out I have all these other things to do.  What’s next? I have no clue. It’s a whole new path.

But there’s this incredible feeling about going to Amazon and seeing my book! If you’d like to check it out, click on the link or the cover image, and you can buy it now and as soon as it releases, it’ll just pop onto your Kindle! And if you buy it, will you stop back and tell me?

I’m very excited.

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Happy Thanksgiving!

Yes, I know Canada had theirs last month, but we should all stop and take a moment to be grateful for what we have. Count our blessings? Yes.

I’m thankful I have a job that allows me to live independently.

I’m thankful that I have a wonderful mother and I live near her.

I’m thankful for all my worldly possessions, which includes my car.

But mostly I’m thankful for my health and my mom’s health because that allows me to live with a certain quality of life.

I’m thankful for all my new author friends and for my publisher who has taken a chance on me.

Actually this list could go on and on.  We forget that we live in a country that allows us to have such standards that we don’t have to think about about basic things like clean water. Hunger is because I forgot to eat, and not because there is no food or that I can’t afford it. And yes, I know that not everyone has what I have, but we all still have so much more than so many people in this world.

I grumble because it is raining this morning and not because I don’t have enough containers to collect precious raindrops. Yet, I’m sitting here at home telecommuting with fuzzy slippers on my feet, trying to figure out which restaurant Mom and I can go to for dinner on Thanksgiving, because there’s no point in her cooking for two.  How sad is that? Not!

We take too many things for granted. We forget what our forefathers went through to survive in this new land. We forget that the “Indians” helped us to survive. We forget about the amount of blood that was shed to preserve our way of life and to help others find the freedom that we enjoy and take for granted.

There are times I don’t agree with our President or other political leaders in this land, but I’m not afraid I will be beheaded for saying it. My fellow sisters are allowed to have an education and follow their dreams. I’m glad I can wear a bathing suit and not be punished for it. And I’m glad I can read what I want, write what I want, and date who I want.

Thanksgiving is about family and coming together, but it’s also about so much more. I hope everyone takes a few moments to think about how lucky they are. And while you are enjoying your turkey, let your family know how much you love them and let those who could not join you this year know that you love them, too!

All life is fragile. Please handle with care! Happy Thanksgiving!


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