Cheese Week by Laura Hunsaker

 This is that week where time means nothing. What is time, even? 

In my household we call it Cheese Week because of this meme:

One of the things that threw me off, and had me miss my day (sorry all! I was due the 26th!). I work in a school so I do get a couple of weeks off, but what do you all do with this weird week after Christmas and before New Year's Day? Apparently  I eat too much cheese ;)

I like to leave my tree up until New Year's as well, so I'm literally in my pajamas, hanging out with my dog, watching too much Netflix, and reading all the books I got for the holidays.

I'm keeping this post short and sweet because  I would rather hear from you. What do you do with this time of year? Watch T.V. or read? Do a puzzle, travel? Tell me in the comments!

And if you need a book or two to hit your Goodreads goal, I have several short stories! Dreams of the Future is my latest, and it's a short novella/long short story. But Amethyst Heat is free, it's like 7 pages, and it counts on Goodreads ;) Just sayin'

My Short Stories/Novellas:

Vampires

Time Travel

Romantic Suspense

The West Window by Liz Flaherty

I wrote most of this in 2018. I was surprised at how relevant it still felt when I happened onto it.

Every now and then…well, most days, I look out the west window of my office at the trees and the fields and the big round bales of hay that manage to convince me they are deer if I only see them out of the corner of my eye. And I get philosophical. I’m not sure if that comes with age or experience or weariness, but there it is. I find myself with tears on my face and not knowing where they came from or why they’re there. I laugh out loud here in the silence of this beloved room, yet am unable to pinpoint what’s so funny.

This morning, in this quiet place, I’m thinking about Christmas. I’m not “feeling it” very much so far this year. As long as I’m with family or friends, I can find it in the laughter and music that is shared there, but the feeling leaves me too soon. There is still the blessing to be found in believing, the joy in giving, and the rush of pleasure that comes with lights and wide-eyed children.

And yet.

There is so much depression at this time of year, so much loneliness, so much awareness of what we don’t have. Relationships may have changed or disappeared through the year. Loss might have become such a part of you that it seems to have its own heartbeat. You may try to go back to sleep when you wake in the morning because facing the day is just…well, it’s beyond you. You just can’t.

Yes, you know how lucky you are and how wonderful life is and that soon you will feel better. You get the thing with counting your blessings and faking it until you make it and smiling even though it makes your cheeks wobble and your eyes water. You get all of that.

But now it is Christmas and even though you love the lights and the kids and the excitement and the music, you’re kind of overwhelmed, too. You don’t feel like you think you should. You might be angry for no identifiable reason. You might feel compelled to make someone else feel bad because…I don’t know why. Maybe just because. Your own pain from loss and change you didn’t want may threaten to take over your life and take you down with it.

This is when you need to find your west window, even if you don’t know you have one. But you don’t have to do it alone. If you need help, it is up to you to make the call. It is when you must remember…you MUST remember…that it’s not just you. That lots of people are in the same place as you, even ones you think have perfect lives. The Size Twos. The ones with perennially good hair and always full wallets and kids who behave in the grocery store and spouses who know what they’re thinking.

But there’s fear, isn’t there?—that’s hard to get around. If you’ve been hurt, it could happen again. You could lose all the emotional gains you’ve dragged up from inside yourself in just an instant and the next time it will be even worse because you’ve talked to somebody about it and now they know. They know, but they care. If it happens again, and real life tells us it very well might, they’ll still care.

It’s dark now, a morning later, sitting here beside the west window. The office Christmas tree is covered in white lights but only a few ornaments because I never finished decorating it. The desktop is the same mess it always is, with memories showing up sometimes in the piles, stirring the laughter or the tears or both.

There…as the sun comes up in the opposite window, a deer makes his light-footed way through the field. It’s not quite light enough to see him, but I’m almost sure…but it’s not. It’s a round bale, as beautiful in its way as the deer would have been.

I shouldn’t give advice—I am as unqualified to do so as anyone could possibly be—but advice comes, I am convinced, not from thinking you know it all but from caring about the person you’re talking to. But even as I spill out here what I think you should do, I know that the best thing anyone can do for someone else, much better than giving advice, is to listen.

And the best thing you can do for yourself is the giving I mentioned earlier. Whether it’s gifts or time or just a listening ear or a terrible joke. Take an angel from a giving tree, hang mittens on another, ring a bell, visit someone who doesn’t normally get visitors. Instead of scrolling with your phone, call someone and talk on it. They’ll be glad to hear your voice. If you’re not a phone talker (there are those of us around), text. Write a letter or send a card. The truth is, if you’re thinking about someone else, you give yourself a rest.

So, if you’re having a rough holiday season, whatever the cause, find your own west window and things that give comfort—even if they’re round bales instead of deer. There is hope and love and sharing to be found and I hope you find all of it. I hope I do, too.

Merry Christmas.

We Need a Little Christmas by Bea Tifton

 Caroline Clemmons is a little under the weather, so I am filling in today. 

We celebrate Christmas in my family. Leading up to the big day, my mother and I have several things we like to do. Mom and I love Christmas decorations. LOVE them. We have way too many of them, but still we buy more. Since we combined households, it looks like Christmas threw up in our house as we drag box after box out of the garage. My poor father was a bit of a minimalist, but he gritted his teeth and didn't say anything. This year I have replaced our not so great tree with a new, more realistic looking one. We have to have artificial because everyone in the family is allergic to the real ones. But we cover our tree in ornaments, unwrapping memories and telling stories as we decorate. 

One year at my parents' house, we were decorating a tree we'd had for many years. There was a terrible noise, and the tree pulled out of its base with a groan and fell over  onto the hard tile. Beloved ornaments shattered. My mother had tears in her eyes as Dad and I scrambled to same the ones we could. After that, even with the new tree, Dad secured it to the wall. 

Even our yard is decorated. My father did a wonderful job with that. In recent years we had a younger,  more spry man put up the actual house lights, but Dad took care of the lawn decorations. We don't use those inflatables, but we had two lighted deer, one that moves, an angel, and some lighted candy canes. The candy canes came from a neighbor who was tired of them. They were the older, bigger, well made ones. Mom had wanted some for years and I was proud of my acquisition. The yard looked fabulous. One night, someone stole all of the candy cane lights. They came back for the angel the next night but my dogs barked and the thieves dropped it. Mom was crushed and we were very disappointed. My neighborhood usually doesn't have problems with theft and we felt so violated. The following year I bought some new candy canes to replace the original ones, but they were newer, smaller, and not as well made. This year, I'm not sure I can get everything up and running but we do have the house lights connected and on a timer. 

Mom and I love to drive around looking at Christmas lights. There is an older, wealthy neighborhood close to us and each year there is a house tour. We like to drive through the neighborhood and look at all of the beautiful displays. In the next town, there is a neighborhood famous for their Christmas lights. People come from miles around to see them and the entire neighborhood participates. Displays run from quirky to traditional and there are even some Hanukkah lights. The houses are beautiful, many of them what I would call mansions, and there are several people with hot chocolate or popcorn stands. It's free and there's such a fun small town feel in the middle of a bustling metroplex. 

There are several stores that have huge Christmas inventories. Mom and I love to stroll through each year just looking. We usually do end up buying one or two new ornaments. What can I say? It's a sickness. 

The entire family watches Christmas movies. There are several we never miss, such as the original Miracle on 34th Street and the Muppet Christmas Carol. Dad and I both love A Christmas Carol and we drove Mom crazy by watching every version we could find. Mom loves the Hallmark Christmas movies and we try to watch a lot of them. 

This year, we aren't sure what we are doing. We're going to be somewhat subdued. We lost my father in late May and we're still heartbroken, of course. It seems strange to just do what we always do and thinking of past Christmases make us sad at this point. Some day we may be able to smile as we remember my father but this year, feelings are still too raw. And my mother's  grief for her own parents and other people we've lost has been sharpened. We will do something just to maintain some sense of normalcy. One thing this year has taught us is that we never know how much time we will have together so we need to take time to celebrate these occasions as they come. And to celebrate each other by spending time together. 

What traditions do you have leading up to whatever holiday you celebrate in December? Leave a comment below. 

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Pixabay "Four Yellow Lighted Candles"

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Thanksgiving Posts Are So Last Season... by Laura Hunsaker

 Or Are They...

I've always found Thanksgiving Gratitude Posts to be fairly cliche. Maybe it's because we see them every year, or maybe because I would have my students write them...I don't know, in my mind, they just aren't something I've ever wanted to write. And then this year I got a gratitude journal. You're supposed to write little things, like I'm grateful for a hot cup of coffee on a cold morning, or I'm thankful that it rained. It really forced me to look at all of the little things I'm actually grateful for. And it stopped feeling forced. It started feeling like something I would look forward to writing.

Readers, I think I've changed my mind. I think I like Thanksgiving posts now. 

I'm thankful for you. First and foremost, I'm thankful for anyone anywhere who has ever read my words. Whether it's social media, blog posts, or my books, I'm thankful that there are people out there who enjoy my words and my voice.

I'm also thankful for libraries on rainy days. I'm thankful for good music. I'm thankful for discovering new bands, and finding something new to obsess over in my free time. I'm thankful for my cozy blankets and favorite sweatshirt. I'm thankful for freshly baked cookies, and pumpkin pies, and hot cocoa. 

I'm also grateful at how many of you have loved my latest story, Kate and Kyle's wedding short DREAMS OF THE FUTURE. Thank you all. And feel free to post what you're thankful for!

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Kate Landry is soon to be Kate Donovan, if only the groom would show up…


Maid of honor Cara Nguyen wants everything to go smoothly for her best friend's wedding, yet almost immediately, the wedding turns into a fiasco. Kate and Kyle deserve to have the wedding of their dreams, and Cara wants to make it happen. How can she pull off the wedding of their dreams when the flowers are delivered to the wrong location, the groom is missing, and the lovely sunny day has become a sweltering hot mess? There’s a lot to do, and so little time to do it. She definitely doesn’t have time to get distracted by a sexy groomsman in a kilt.

Kyle Donovan is ready to marry the love of his life, but first he has to get back to the church…

Dash Helms is in the small town of Chester, California for his friend Kyle’s wedding. This should be a happy event, yet It seems everything is going haywire. A caravan of wedding guests breaks down on their way to the venue, one of the groomsmen misses his flight, and the wedding has to be moved inside. Yet the beautiful maid of honor is the only thing he can concentrate on. When Dash is asked to step in at the last minute as a replacement groomsman, of course he says yes. While the striking brunette walking down the aisle ahead of him wants nothing to do with him, even she can’t deny the sparks that fly between them.

With everything seeming to go wrong, what can go right?

In this wedding short story written for Kate and Kyle from Dark Past, the cast of the Fatal Instincts series comes together to celebrate their friends. With everyone in the same place at once, and romance in the air, can this small town handle them?

THANKSGIVING - And Getting Ready for Winter

                                                 by Judy Ann Davis  

Thanksgiving is the time for us to individually be thankful for many things in our lives. It's my favorite holiday of the year. It’s a special day when we don’t have to go into a meltdown mode chasing down the perfect gifts for everyone on our Christmas list. The real gift is simply being able to gather family and friends together to eat, talk, share stories, and enjoy all those tempting dishes—like to-die-for corn bread stuffing, pecan and pumpkin pies with mounds of whipped cream, and the ever-famous turkey baked to a golden brown in the oven or a deep fryer.

In the northern states, Thanksgiving also is a reminder that Old Man Winter is on his way with flying fat snowflakes and sparkling white snowbanks. For many, the national holiday also heralds the start of the holiday season as stores and shops blare carols, hymns, and contemporary songs of Christmas from their speakers. And Christmas music is something I can get behind, even if I dislike shopping for presents. 

As a reminder, my “Musical Christmas Series,” consisting of three novellas, is available. Each female in the three-book series plays a musical instrument and has a story to tell. My first one, JUNE ~ The Pianist, is followed by ADELENE ~ The Violinist, and finally , LUCY ~ The Clarinetist. All are available on Amazon. 

 LINK:   June ~The Pianist 

                Wishing everyone a Happy Thanksgiving. 

                                 Enjoy the holidays!   

"Reasons for Thanksgiving"

To have food enough and a place to dwell,
To have work to do and to do it well,

To find the comfort when things go wrong
In a bit of prayer or a snatch of song,

To know good books and share their worth,
To plant bright flowers in rich brown earth,

To have true friends--this is living
And reason enough for Thanksgiving.

~Edith Shaw Butler

It's the Noise by Liz Flaherty

Thanksgiving will be a week from today. It will be a day when I think of the family members who are no longer with us, because Thanksgiving was always such a family day, often spent in Aunt Nellie's basement when I was a kid and in different homes as the years passed. We never had a matriarch who always did the turkey and bossed the kitchen. Mostly we had ... well ... noise. 

The women would be in the kitchen, all talking at once. I was young enough that I neither knew nor cared what they were talking about. The men would be in the living room talking about farming or their workplace. If it was after dinner, a few of them would be snoring.

The kids were all over the place. Little girls playing with dolls, boys playing board games or the 78 rpm records on Aunt Nellie's Victrola, teenage girls staying away from the younger ones. They'd sit together at a table and talk in low tones and compare lipstick shades. Sometimes their voices would drop to a whisper and everyone would know the subject was ... shh ... boys.

Things were never exactly like this after I grew up. I missed Aunt Nellie's house, the Victrola, and the cousins. But then, new places, people, and traditions took their place. We had our own kids, who in turn married and had their own. We seldom all make it on holidays, because our family is spread far and wide. 

But, even though I'm the oldest cook in the family, my son-in-law usually does the turkey--yay! My daughter-in-law roasts the best vegetables in the oven. My other daughter-in-law is the pie queen and my daughter makes cookies and deviled eggs. Lots of both. I just fill in where there are any blank spots. 

The TV with football is on in the corner, teenagers are gaming in front of the one in the basement. We're all talking and laughing, eating cookies, and drinking wine. Later in the afternoon, some of us converge at the mostly cleared table to play games.

We make a lot of noise, and even though not much else is the same, the kind of noise it is is just as perfect as it was then. Just as inviting. The separation by gender doesn't happen as much now, if for no other reasons than our houses are more wide open; we don't have walls between our kitchen areas and our living rooms. At our Thanksgiving celebrations, we don't seem to have generational walls, either. I love that. I love being with family, period, and it is my greatest gratitude of all. 

Wishing you the happiest and noisiest of Thanksgivings!

Available now! A story from the Christmas Town series and a special bonus read!

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When Ellie Griffith comes to Christmas Town, Maine, to sell socks, her overachieving family accuses her of running away and extending her lifelong habit of never finishing anything she starts. In her heart, broken by being left nearly at the altar, she thinks they’re probably right, but she has to try one more time. The last thing she wants to do is meet a man. Patrick Nolan, the seasick-prone, dyslexic son of a fisherman and a librarian, owns a Christmas tree farm outside of Christmas Town. He’s grown used to being the family disappointment and loves the direction his life has gone. He’d like to have a family of his own, but his history of rushing into relationships has left him gun-shy about love. But then the manager of the new sock store slips on the ice right in front of him. Maybe, just maybe, the stories of magic in Christmas Town are true.

Great American Thanksgiving Feast by Joan Reeves

Mums, pumpkins, corn in shucks, and squash characterize autumn as much as cooler temperatures and shorter days.

Like many home chefs, I've been shopping for those items along with sweet potatoes, fresh cranberries, and turkey.

Yes, it's time here in America where we plan Thanksgiving dinner with as much organization and intelligence gathering—is anyone at the table allergic to pecans?—as a general planning a military campaign.

The menu is set for the big day, the board games are selected, tasks are assigned, and all that is left is to feed the houseguests who will arrive the night before the big feast.

Fortunately, a hearty bowl of gumbo, salad, and home baked crusty French bread are easy to prepare in advance. I know those are universally liked by everyone showing up at my house for the Thanksgiving Eve dinner. To finish the simple meal with panache, I'll fix a chocolate cherry dessert that will get rave reviews when served hot—with vanilla ice cream for those who like an extra kick of sweetness.

That recipe is my Thanksgiving gift to you! It's super easy and is loved by most people who try it. Yes, it's an old-fashioned dump cake and must have been created by some busy woman who was a genius at making something delicious, easy, and time saving.

No, it's not low calorie or low fat, but it's a once a year treat so enjoy!

CHOCOLATE CHERRY DELIGHT

Ingredients

2 cans cherry pie filling

1 box of chocolate cake mix

1 stick of butter, salted or unsalted

1 9x13 baking dish

Directions

1. Preheat oven to 375 degrees F. (190 degrees C.)

2. Prepare the casserole dish by spraying with Pam or something similar that doesn't have a distinctive flavor.

3. Spread the cherry pie filling evenly in the dish.

4. Sprinkle the cake mix evenly over the top of the cherry filling but don't mix it in.

5. Cut the stick of butter into pats and place them evenly all over the top of the cake mix.

6. Bake for 45 minutes or until bubbly.

7. Remove from the oven and let stand at least 10 minutes so it won't scald anyone's mouth when they eat it.

HAPPY THANKSGIVING TO YOU...

AND ALL THOSE GATHERED

AROUND YOUR TABLE.

P. S. Be sure and check out my holiday book that goes on sale on Thanksgiving Day as well as all the other books I have on sale.

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All Dressed Up And Nowhere To Go by Laura Hunsaker

 Last spring my brother-in-law got married. There was some confusion about what to wear, so I bought several dresses and had the intention of returning the ones that didn't work out. Well, one dress wound up being a knockoff of the real one. Thanks Amazon. it's not as well-made and very obviously not the same dress. My daughter told me it looks like a fairy princess costume. And it does actually remind me of costume material rather than wedding guest gown material. However it wasn't returnable. So I have a fairy princess costume I will be wearing on Halloween. I just need a flower crown and some wings.

While I finally have a use for this wedding guest dress, I know I can't be the only one who has outfits with nowhere to wear them. I saw online this fun idea of having a Nowhere To Wear It themed party and I desperately want to do this. Everyone meets up at a restaurant/pub/cafe/place of choice, and they are dressed in their Never Got To Wear It Outfit. The posts I've seen make this look so fun! Friends dressed to the nines, all in a fantastic outfit, and the best part is that everyone has one!

I need to convince my book club to do this at our next meeting!

What is your Never Got To Wear It/Nowhere To Wear It outfit?

And speaking of weddings, don't forget that Dreams of the Future, my wedding short story set in the Fatal Instincts universe is out now!

All dresses are fabulous and the men are in kilts, even the groomsman who is dragged in last-minute and has to borrow clothes!

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Kate Landry is soon to be Kate Donovan, if only the groom would show up…


Maid of honor Cara Nguyen wants everything to go smoothly for her best friend's wedding, yet almost immediately, the wedding turns into a fiasco. Kate and Kyle deserve to have the wedding of their dreams, and Cara wants to make it happen. How can she pull off the wedding of their dreams when the flowers are delivered to the wrong location, the groom is missing, and the lovely sunny day has become a sweltering hot mess? There’s a lot to do, and so little time to do it. She definitely doesn’t have time to get distracted by a sexy groomsman in a kilt.

Kyle Donovan is ready to marry the love of his life, but first he has to get back to the church…

Dash Helms is in the small town of Chester, California for his friend Kyle’s wedding. This should be a happy event, yet It seems everything is going haywire. A caravan of wedding guests breaks down on their way to the venue, one of the groomsmen misses his flight, and the wedding has to be moved inside. Yet the beautiful maid of honor is the only thing he can concentrate on. When Dash is asked to step in at the last minute as a replacement groomsman, of course he says yes. While the striking brunette walking down the aisle ahead of him wants nothing to do with him, even she can’t deny the sparks that fly between them.

With everything seeming to go wrong, what can go right?

In this wedding short story written for Kate and Kyle from Dark Past, the cast of the Fatal Instincts series comes together to celebrate their friends. With everyone in the same place at once, and romance in the air, can this small town handle them?

OCTOBER GAVE A PARTY

by Judy Ann Davis 

October gave a party;
The leaves by hundreds came…
The Chestnuts, Oaks, and Maples,
And leaves of every name.
The Sunshine spread a carpet,
And everything was grand,
Miss Weather led the dancing,
Professor Wind the band. 

                                                ~George Cooper, "October's Party"  

Autumn has walked across our Pennsylvania mountains and spilled out all the seasonal smells like a rich perfume. This is time when red-cheeked apples and sweet wood smoke give off a familiar fragrance that is a harbinger of things to come. We can smell the earth—the dried cornstalks, the pungent aroma of woods and pine, and the musky scent of pumpkins and gourds. Along the fences, grapes on withering vines fill the air with an earthy bouquet. 

But there’s a certain sadness to autumn. It’s a warning that the year is ending, that we’re growing older. We’re maturing. It is a time to contemplate the reason for our being and for our purpose. It’s a time to be thankful for our lives, to re-evaluate our errors, to realign our goals, and to strive towards that which makes us happy . . . and our world a sweeter place. 

Above are the poem and excerpts from my very first online blog, for October 2011, fourteen years ago. Since graduating decades ago from Point Park University with a degree in journalism and communications, I’ve realized my entire life has been dedicated to pounding the typewriter or computer keys to string words into sentences and sentences into paragraphs. 

I’ve written for television, radio, education, industry and business. I’ve composed copy for commercials and public service announcements for radio, television, and news outlets. I’ve written grants, curricula, and news articles. I’ve taxed my brain while collecting facts for nonfiction, and stretched my imagination for fiction. I’ve written with tight deadlines of only a few hours; and I’ve procrastinated for days, knowing I had a loose lengthy deadline. 

All writers know the feeling of rejection—as well as the joys of being published. Awards are also wonderful to receive, but there is no better feeling for writers than the minute they finish a tough piece of writing, and they know they’ve given one hundred percent of their time, energy, and talent. The elation, which may only be a smile or nod or sigh to the outsider, can’t compare to the joy and relief they feel as the thoughts in their heads do a happy dance. 

Someone once asked me what I thought were the main ingredients needed to become a writer. There are many, but personally for me, the main abilities are curiosity, an imagination, persistence, and a love for reading. 

As October brings us falling leaves, falling temperatures, and maybe even falling snow, I leave you with this quote from Somerset Maugham:

It’s a funny thing about life; 

if you refuse to accept anything but the best, 

you very often get it. 

 

 

 

FINDING LOVE IN PINE VALLEY  

 

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Forever Friends by Liz Flaherty

"I'm so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers." - Anne Shirley, who would surely have been my kindred spirit if I'd been born at the right time and in the right place. To the right ... well, you know what I mean.  

I think often about books I grew up with, like Anne of Green Gables or Understood Betsy or Little Women or even the Trixie Belden series. When I think of them or when I remember parts of the stories that are especially beloved, I wonder exactly what made them stand out so much that decades later, I can still repeat dialogue almost verbatim or cry over scenes. I realize that if I reread Little Women, I skip over Beth's death and Laurie and Amy's marriage. I never read about when Matthew Cuthbert died

Why am I still wounded by losses and betrayals in books of fiction I read before high school? Especially when I'm not at all wounded by things that happened when I was in high school. That was four years of really good times and really shattering heartbreaks, and yet those memories are mostly dimmed or of no relevance at all. 

I can explain. I think. 

The people in those books from long ago--Anne and Diana, the March girls, Betsy and little Mollie, Trixie and Honey and the Bob-Whites of the Glen--never became fictional characters to me. Even now, they're friends I grew up with. 

My school friends are still friends, too, but they've aged along with me--a blessing by itself. The book friends are still as I knew them between the covers of their stories.

This probably isn't a shock to anyone else, but I was really surprised to figure it out as a reader. I always knew it as a writer. Those people who present themselves to me and wanted me to tell their stores are as real in my mind and heart as ... well, as Trixie and Anne and the March sisters.

I've always said I didn't expect to change lives with my books--I just wanted to give readers a good afternoon. I still feel that way, but I also hope they consider the people whose stories I tell to be friends. 

Speaking of friends, The Girls of Tonsil Lake have been friends since they were five, and they still are. The story of the year they are 51 is one of my favorites. And Jean, Suzanne, Andi, and Vin are still my friends. 

Four women whose differences only deepen the friendship forged in a needy childhood... They were four little girls living in ramshackle trailers beside a lake in rural Indiana. They shared everything from dreams to measles to boyfriends to more dreams. As they grew up, everything in their lives changed--except their friendship. Through weddings and divorces, births and deaths, one terrible secret has kept them close despite all the anger, betrayal, and pain. Now, forty years later, facing illness, divorce, career challenges, and even addiction, the women come together once again for a bittersweet month on an island in Maine. Staring down their fifties, they must consider the choices life is offering them now and face the pain of what happened long ago. Secrets are revealed and truths uncovered, but will their time together cement their lifelong friendship--or drive them apart forever?

 

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Bewitching October by Joan Reeves

October is the month to truly feel and celebrate autumn.

The drifting leaves of red, gold, and yellow are a visual delight, and the crunch of the dried leaves underfeet are an auditory pleasure.

The crispness in the morning air assures us that summer truly is over. 

All this natural beauty bewitches so I suppose it's logical that Halloween on the last day of the month has the cachet to enchant little kids and adults too.

One of my favorite things is to give treats to the little ghosts, goblins, and witches who ring our doorbelll and chant, "Trick or Treat."

As adults, we're supposed to be too old to trick or treat, but wouldn't it be fun to do that again? Instead of Reese's Peanut Butter Cups, maybe people could stock ebook gift cards for us. After all, there is nothing more bewitching than tales of love and passion.

Halloween Candy

If you've ever been in love, then you know you don't need a witch to cast that kind of spell. Just a special man or woman who speaks to your heart is sufficient. 

After all, that's what romance novels are all about—that connection that leads to passion, to love, and, ultimately to commitment.

SWEET TREAT WITH NO CALORIES

I've not written any spooky Halloween type books, but I do have several romance novels currently on sale for 99¢, including 2 new releases.

I know the other authors of Smart Girls Read Romance also have some wonderful books available so why not treat yourself?

HOT AUGUST NIGHT, new, spicy enemies to lovers romcom short story set at Last Chance Beach.

OLD ENOUGH TO BE OLD, new forced proximity romcom set in the frozen north.

SCENTS AND SENSUALITY, spicy fake boyfriend romcom.

THE TROUBLE WITH LOVE, Texas small town romance.

CANDY CONFESSION

We have our Halloween candy ready. I find Snickers are perfect for romantic comedy. For romantic suspense, the bag of Hershey's assorted miniatures seals the deal. When it comes to mysteries, I like Reese's Peanut Butter Cups best.

What's your Candy Confession?

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