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How to Ease the Strain on Your Pocketbook
in the Holiday Season
Happy Holidays!
How to Ease the Strain on Your Pocketbook
in the Holiday Season
It's here! Yep, the hustle and bustle of the holiday season has descended upon us like fog on the lake. Shuck off your shopping boots and plop yourself in front of your computer, because there's nothing to ease your stress like a little fun. Free stuff doesn't hurt, either.
I nearly forgot about my blog day because I've been sucked into participating or organizing a bazillion Facebook parties, so I'm going to tell you about two of them.
The first starts today. You can win gift cards, free books, and some fun swag. It's the Prairie Rose Publications Christmas Fandango!
Please join Livia Washburn Reasoner, Cheryl Pierson, Kathleen Rice Adams, me, and a bunch more authors December 4th and 6th (not the 5th). We'll be talking about our holiday plans, our new books, and maybe even throw in a nekkid man-chest or three. You never know what's gonna happen at these things. Be ready to win prizes and ask questions or even poke a little fun at these talented authors.
The next event is Ann and Jacquie's Happy Holiday Fiesta - Take Two. This event is also two separate days--Thursday, December 11th and Saturday, December 13th. Ann Charles and I are hosting this one and the guest list is secret!!! But lemme tell you, we'll have the most unique prizes ever. ☺ Join both days - Thursday and Saturday. You won't wanna miss this awesome party.
How the Texan Stole Christmas
a short story by Jacquie Rogers in
Excerpt
Winnie found the whole situation awkward. She had to hang on to the rope with one hand, the strap of the bag of toys with the other, and hold up her skirt, too. Only problem was, she didn’t have three hands. The men had heavier loads but then they didn’t have skirts to hold up.
Tucker darted back and forth, as dogs do, but even he slid and fell a few times. Winnie slipped a time or two before she figured out how to keep herself upright, hold the toys, and preserve some modicum of modesty. Judd grunted softly every once in awhile, especially when the steep street inclined even more, and Tucker dashed between them, nearly upending Judd, who shooed him away.
Lulu glanced over her shoulder at Winnie. “Isn’t this a beautiful day? It’s cold, but the sun is shining and the air is clear. Last night’s fireplace smoke has blown away. I love days like this.”
Winnie nodded. “Yes, it’s a very nice day—would be even better if I were bundled up by the stove reading the latest Clara Vance novel.”
“What about you, Mr. Shaw?” Lulu asked.
“Judd.”
“What?”
Web laughed. “He said he wants to be called by his first name. He just don’t use a lot of words sayin’ it.” Lulu slipped and Web caught her before she fell. Winnie stopped while the two ahead got set to rights, Judd beside her. She felt a lot warmer when he was near and since she’d been married before, she knew exactly why. To cover her embarrassment, she adjusted her pack.
In an instant, her feet went out from under her and she knocked Judd off balance, too. She landed on her back, the cold hard ice knocking the wind out of her. Judd fell on top of her with his face buried in her bosom. She couldn’t speak for lack of air and she couldn’t move because he pinned her down.
He lifted his head after a moment. “I’m, uh, sorry.”
Winnie wasn’t sorry at all. No man had had his face on her bosom for a long time, and if she had to choose one to be there, Judd’s would be it.
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Well, you certainly know how to keep busy, mon amie. :)
ReplyDeleteI have my copy, Jacquie. I loved all of the stories. As usual, you kept me entertained!
ReplyDeleteThe party was a blessing on a cold, rainy day in Ohio! We had a blast! Thank you!
ReplyDeleteCongrats on the Christmas short story. Merry Christmas and Happy Writing in the New Year.
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