A Rose in Bloom

            My earliest memories of childhood are of my sister’s funeral. Debbie died of Leukemia at age seven; I was only five. We were born two years and one day apart, and each year I celebrate her birthday in my heart the day before mine.

            My world fell apart when she died. Grief counseling was virtually unheard of when I was a child. The adults in my life grappled with their own angst, as my grief slipped by unnoticed.

            I learned from an early age to guard my heart. I wandered through life, detached and lonely. Self-preservation meant tucking the hurt I experienced deep inside, so deep that many of my memories are forever lost to me.

            I did not feel love, perhaps because my heart was closed off, frozen in time. Hurt could not penetrate the walls of ice, but neither could love. I married as a young woman, still questioning the meaning of love. It was not until my daughter had taken root in the depths of my body, safe and sound from the world, did my heart slowly open; and, the vestiges of emotion began to emerge, like a bud opening up to the sun.

            As each month passed, and her little body grew, I enjoyed talking to her. I would rub the hump where she lay nestled inside my body. It was the two of us against the world. I couldn’t wait to meet this little being and at the same time, I wanted to keep her safe inside of me forever.

            She was such a tiny little angel when she was born, only five pounds twelve ounces. I loved my little baby and wanted to protect her. As I watched this wonderful little girl grow, I realized I could not protect her from love or from the hurt that accompanies love. It is what life is all about.

            She was the nourishment for which my heart had been starving. It is times like these that I look back on, and think of when I held my daughter in my arms for the first time, the bud that was once my heart spread its petals as though it were a rose in bloom, opening to the morning sun. My baby daughter, Ashley, just a newborn, taught me about love.

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Montana Wildfire by Rebecca Sinclair

About the book (from Amazon):

After her father’s sudden death, lovely Amanda Lennox had no money for the long trip from Boston to the ranch she’d inherited in faraway Seattle. When she saw the advertisement for a “wilderness expert” to escort eleven-year-old Roger Bannister, III to Montana, the adventure-loving woman jumped at the chance, never guessing she’d end up lost in the wilds of Idaho… with a twisted ankle. Then an arrogant half-breed on a palomino stallion came to her rescue and comforted her with is healing touch. Rugged ranch hand Jacob Blackhawk Chandler knew from experience that prissy white princesses meant trouble. He’d seen Amanda Lennox’s type before — haughty and citified and utterly unequipped to survive in the wide open country. He couldn’t just ride off and leave the lovely minx alone and hurt … but he sure wouldn’t be taken in by that sweet smile, either!

About the Author (from Amazon):

Rebecca has lived on the rocky eastern coast of New England all her life; first in Maine, where she was born, then in Massachusetts, where she grew up, and finally settling in the biggest little state of the union: Rhode Island. For the last 15 years she’s lived in a big, turn-of-the-century (the last century–circa 1865) house … that came complete with a widow’s walk, a Table-of-Death (don’t ask) and, of course, its own ghost(s)!

She enjoys spending time with her family(a lot), writing (a lot!), reading (a lot) and listening to a wide variety of music. Her favorite time to write is in the wee, wee hours of the morning, when all the sane(?) people are asleep; then, her creativity flows like melted chocolate.

Book Quotes:

The golden rays sifted over the boy, making the blond hair that clung damply to his scalp resemble a shimmering halo. Tight curls framed his brow, emphasizing the hint of baby-roundness still evident in his ten-year-old cheeks.

Amanda knew when he looked up she would see eyes bluer than a summer sky, wide and round, ringed with ridiculously long, ridiculously thick lashes.

She’d heard rumors of men who could strip a woman bare with one smoldering glance, but she’d never med one who would dare. Until now.

Jake let her remain wrapped in her thoughts, mostly because he couldn’t shake himself from his own long enough to distract her. What the hell had just happened here? Nothing extraordinary, he assured himself. Something very extraordinary…

The man was magnificent. Raw and rugged. Coppery and firm. Wet. The way he’d strolled onto the bank…

Oh, who was she trying to fool? Her entire body melted the second his mouth had claimed hers. She was soft, willing…embarrassingly responsive.

“But do you believe in me, Amanda Lennox? That’s the real question.” “Tell me,” he urged. “Tell me you believe in me, princess…more than I believe in myself.”

“Forever, I want to feel this good forever.”

“Yes, I must be,” Amanda said in a tone that would have done any tea social justice-calm, cool, collected…savage. “I’m crazy to have taken a job where my employer was a prejudiced bastard like yourself. Lord knows what I was thinking.” Jake grinned. He knew damn well what he was thinking: that his prissy little white princess had lost her cotton pickin’ mind! He didn’t say that, though. He couldn’t. For the first time in his life, a woman had left him speechless. He found his voice fast enough when Amanda spun on her heel and stalked toward the mare…”Amanda…” “Oh, shut the hell up, Jake,” she snapped irritably. “I know what I’m doing.” “I doubt that, princess. I really do.”…Had Amanda just cussed? Amanda?

My Review:

Montana Wildfire is written for the reader who loves the period before the West was really tamed, a time when Indians were looked upon as savages, and a half-breed could expect a life of misery. The story is well written and the characters deeply developed. Rebecca Sinclair is a wonderful writer and knows how to weave a story that grabs a reader and doesn’t let go until the last page of the book.

The words, the smells, the sights, and the sounds leap off of the page and leave you gasping either for a fresh breath of air or at an astounding view of the mountains.

I am a great fan of this particular era and have read hundreds of books from different authors. This story was authentic and enjoyable. It had love, drama, suspense, murder, and did I mention love (sighing here). There were no noticeable grammatical errors in the book and in my opinion, well written and edited.

I am giving Montana Wildfire five stars because it meets all of the criteria I look for in a great book – original story, character development, grammar, and conflict resolution. Montana Wildfire is a definite must read, and Rebecca Sinclair is an author you should add to your list of favorites.

 

Disclaimer / Disclosure: I received a complimentary copy of the book with no obligation for a positive review. No compensation – monetary or in kind – has been obtained for this post. Cover art and book description courtesy of the author, publisher, or PR firm.


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Re-post: Are You A Duck Or A Goose?

This is a great post about men being ducks and women being geese. I had to share it because it so true to life.  I am going to print a little excerpt here, but I hope you’ll go and read it. I loved it!

 

“I have often called my husband a duck. You may be asking yourself why. Well the reason is pretty simple. He just lets things roll right off of him like water off of a ducks back. He has his day to day aggravations just like the rest of us. But for the most part he just lets those things goes. At least for a while. Then the oddest thing will set him off. Then it’s {QUACK, QUACK,QUACK,QUACK}”…

 

Re-post: Are You A Duck Or A Goose?.

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Thursday – “Where Truth is the Dare”

It’s Thursday again – and we all know what that means!

Here is this week’s question.

Truth? or Dare?


What is underrated about you?


I am deliberately not posting my answer to this question until later because I want every one to come up with their answer spontaneously and not be guided by my answer. I cannot wait to hear your answers! :)


Thank you all for participating. I will be doing this every Thursday so I hope you’ll all be back.


My answer to last week’s question “What are you waiting for the right moment to do” is:  

My answer is I am waiting for the right moment to write a letter to my daughter. 

 

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Montana Wildfire by Rebecca Sinclair

About the book (from Amazon):

After her father’s sudden death, lovely Amanda Lennox had no money for the long trip from Boston to the ranch she’d inherited in faraway Seattle. When she saw the advertisement for a “wilderness expert” to escort eleven-year-old Roger Bannister, III to Montana, the adventure-loving woman jumped at the chance, never guessing she’d end up lost in the wilds of Idaho… with a twisted ankle. Then an arrogant half-breed on a palomino stallion came to her rescue and comforted her with is healing touch. Rugged ranch hand Jacob Blackhawk Chandler knew from experience that prissy white princesses meant trouble. He’d seen Amanda Lennox’s type before — haughty and citified and utterly unequipped to survive in the wide open country. He couldn’t just ride off and leave the lovely minx alone and hurt … but he sure wouldn’t be taken in by that sweet smile, either!

About the Author (from Amazon):

Rebecca has lived on the rocky eastern coast of New England all her life; first in Maine, where she was born, then in Massachusetts, where she grew up, and finally settling in the biggest little state of the union: Rhode Island. For the last 15 years she’s lived in a big, turn-of-the-century (the last century–circa 1865) house … that came complete with a widow’s walk, a Table-of-Death (don’t ask) and, of course, its own ghost(s)!

She enjoys spending time with her family(a lot), writing (a lot!), reading (a lot) and listening to a wide variety of music. Her favorite time to write is in the wee, wee hours of the morning, when all the sane(?) people are asleep; then, her creativity flows like melted chocolate.

Book Quotes:

The golden rays sifted over the boy, making the blond hair that clung damply to his scalp resemble a shimmering halo. Tight curls framed his brow, emphasizing the hint of baby-roundness still evident in his ten-year-old cheeks.

Amanda knew when he looked up she would see eyes bluer than a summer sky, wide and round, ringed with ridiculously long, ridiculously thick lashes.

She’d heard rumors of men who could strip a woman bare with one smoldering glance, but she’d never med one who would dare. Until now.

Jake let her remain wrapped in her thoughts, mostly because he couldn’t shake himself from his own long enough to distract her. What the hell had just happened here? Nothing extraordinary, he assured himself. Something very extraordinary…

The man was magnificent. Raw and rugged. Coppery and firm. Wet. The way he’d strolled onto the bank…

Oh, who was she trying to fool? Her entire body melted the second his mouth had claimed hers. She was soft, willing…embarrassingly responsive.

“But do you believe in me, Amanda Lennox? That’s the real question.” “Tell me,” he urged. “Tell me you believe in me, princess…more than I believe in myself.”

“Forever, I want to feel this good forever.”

“Yes, I must be,” Amanda said in a tone that would have done any tea social justice-calm, cool, collected…savage. “I’m crazy to have taken a job where my employer was a prejudiced bastard like yourself. Lord knows what I was thinking.” Jake grinned. He knew damn well what he was thinking: that his prissy little white princess had lost her cotton pickin’ mind! He didn’t say that, though. He couldn’t. For the first time in his life, a woman had left him speechless. He found his voice fast enough when Amanda spun on her heel and stalked toward the mare…”Amanda…” “Oh, shut the hell up, Jake,” she snapped irritably. “I know what I’m doing.” “I doubt that, princess. I really do.”…Had Amanda just cussed? Amanda?

My Review:

Montana Wildfire is written for the reader who loves the period before the West was really tamed, a time when Indians were looked upon as savages, and a half-breed could expect a life of misery. The story is well written and the characters deeply developed. Rebecca Sinclair is a wonderful writer and knows how to weave a story that grabs a reader and doesn’t let go until the last page of the book.

The words, the smells, the sights, and the sounds leap off of the page and leave you gasping either for a fresh breath of air or at an astounding view of the mountains.

I am a great fan of this particular era and have read hundreds of books from different authors. This story was authentic and enjoyable. It had love, drama, suspense, murder, and did I mention love (sighing here). There were no noticeable grammatical errors in the book and in my opinion, well written and edited.

I am giving Montana Wildfire five stars because it meets all of the criteria I look for in a great book – original story, character development, grammar, and conflict resolution. Montana Wildfire is a definite must read, and Rebecca Sinclair is an author you should add to your list of favorites.

Disclaimer / Disclosure: I received a complimentary copy of the book with no obligation for a positive review. No compensation – monetary or in kind – has been obtained for this post. Cover art and book description courtesy of the author, publisher, or PR firm.

Montana Wildfire can be purchased here on Amazon.com

If anyone can help me on how to put the icon here, I would appreciate it. The code won’t work for me. Thanks! :)

My review on Amazon:

http://www.amazon.com/review/R1K9FHJW54PVGJ/ref=cm_cr_rdp_perm

 

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I’m a writer, NOT a numbers person! Help!


I have been tied up for the past couple of weeks working on the accounts for our business. With tax season upon us, it was time I finished putting things in order. It’s not that I don’t keep up with expenditures and such on a daily basis – I do! It is just that five years ago when we started the business and went into the construction of four houses, I didn’t know didly squat about accounting. I’m a writer – not a number person (thank goodness, some people are number people!) I did what comes naturally for me – used my common sense! That is how I set up our accounts. 

THEN, the accountant tells me that, “Oh, that will work for now, but once the houses are completed, it will need to be changed over to Fixed Assets.” Then, he proceeded NOT to explain Fixed Assets to me or how to do them. In fact, he did not seem to have any time to do anything I needed done. This is not an accountant I choose, but the one who handles the accounts for our business partners. 

So, I tried to figure out Fixed Assets on my own (remember – not a number person). I did the best I could and then things kinda got screwed up – big time. I had a different accountant “fix” things but that, in the end, turned out to be an even bigger mess. THEN, I found Lynn. She is an accountant that trained in Quickbooks and what she taught me in six hours helped me regain my sanity. I found out that I could do numbers. She set up Class Codes for me and explained them. So easy peasy. It is almost (I said ALMOST) a joy to sit down and do my accounting.

But, that also left me with the huge project of transferring all expenditures for the past five years into Class Codes so that we could have a true picture of the business. As all of you who follow me know, I have ZERO, let me repeat that – ZERO attention span and that is why it has taken me months to do this project. I had to go line by line, through every transaction, to put things to rights. It’s almost finished.

I am sure my regular accountant will have a coronary when he sees the accounts – and then again, maybe not. I’ve deleted General Journal (sounds too much like General Chicken at the Chinese buffet) entries – I have a call into Lynn to find out if that is good or bad – hopefully she won’t shoot me. And, I have deposits that do not belong anywhere. I hope that she will answer my SOS soon and put me out of my misery. Lynn has been such a blessing to me. I now understand Quickbooks (at least, much better than I did.) It is almost exciting – not quite.

Maybe now I can catch up on my reading and my writing. Today I am one of the featured writers in the Love of series that Terri Guiliano Long is having on her blog. My story is on the love of food. I hope you’ll all stop by and read it. It is so exciting to be invited as a guest author. Here’s the link:

http://www.tglong.com/blog/2012/02/for-the-love-of-love-19th-february-love-of-food/#comment-15753

On March 1st, I’ll be guesting on Southern Writer’s Magazine’s “Southern T” website. 

 I also have a book giveaway for “Empty Arms” going on here: Empty Arms by Erika Liodice
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Thursday’s “Where Truth is the Dare”

A while back, I came across a little book, “Question of the Day, Where Truth is the Dare”. It contains within its covers some very thought-provoking questions. Here is one of those questions. I encourage you to take the challenge. Feel free to comment (because I love comments) or not. I am going to sit and think for a while and see if I will take the dare and post a truthful comment.

What object did you use to, or do you still, keep hidden?


I am deliberately not posting my answer to this question because I wanted every one to come up with their answer spontaneously and not be guided by my answer. I cannot wait to hear your answers! :)

Thank you all for participating. I am thinking about doing this every Thursday so I hope you’ll all be back.


My answer is:  
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A Question to Ponder

A while back, I came across a little book, “Question of the Day, Where Truth is the Dare”. It contains within its covers some very thought-provoking questions. Here is one of those questions. I encourage you to take the challenge. Feel free to comment (because I love comments) or not. I am going to sit and think for a while and see if I will take the dare and post a truthful comment.

What is the best thing anyone ever said to you?
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