Category Archives: Christmas Eve
I remember Christmas in Kentucky when I was a kid.
We lived in a lot of states, but I loved Kentucky with its beautiful woods and small towns like Versailles and Corbin.
And Kissing Creek.
Oh, but wait . . .
Kissing Creek exists only in “The Christmas Piano Tree.”
It’s my manuscript on submission to Hallmark Publishing . . .
It’s a homespun small town where a pretty young war widow lives with her little girl. When an old Army buddy of her late husband shows up looking for a hot meal, she’s intrigued . . . he’s homeless, but he has a secret that will change her life!
Keep you posted . . .
PS — actually I have two Christmas books on submission to Hallmark!
Christmas Eve and my bad boy billionaire is about to see his whole life before him…can 3 sexy, female ghosts save his soul before it’s late?
Heading out to the mall for those last minute Christmas sales before the holiday?
I bet my bad boy billionaire Nick Radnor has other plans. Mr. One-Percenter thinks nothing of dropping $5,000 for a suit or a measly $3,000 for a bottle of champagne.
I imagine Nick is at Mamie’s, his Gentlemen’s Club, checking out the girls for his favorite past time…BDSM.
Wouldn’t it be fun if the girls at Mamie’s ran holiday sales?
So here you go. MAMIE’S deals just for you Nick Radnors out there looking for personalized Holiday BDSM treats:
Two girls wearing Christmas stockings and heels for the price of one.
Half off on caning.
Private “Strip-Mas” show at midnight for early shoppers only.
Christmas suckers wearing cherry-flavored lipstick.
And Nick’s favorite:
Christmas comes but once a year, but at Mamie’s, we guarantee you’ll come more than once, then come again!
Happy Holidays and have a Cruel Yule!!
Amazon Kindle & KU:
Meet Mistletoe Holly.
Holly is a saucy blonde who can’t resist stealing a kiss
from the cute guys in her office.
She hangs the holiday plant with
goldish-green leaves and
big, white berries over her head.
Strutting her stuff.
She’s a Christmas kissing bandit.
She kisses and runs.
Into the arms of the next guy.
So watch out…
If she comes to your holiday office party, she might take your man.
But not if you steal her mistletoe first…
Amazon Kindle & KU:
A Bad Boy Billionaire finds out he’s in big trouble when Charlie’s ghost shows up in “A Naughty Christmas Carol”
Bad boy billionaire Nick Radnor frequents Mamie’s Club where he loves to play games…
All kinds of games.
The last thing he expects to see on a whip-cracking holiday eve is the ghost of his business partner, Charlie, who warns him about where his life is headed if he doesn’t change.
Will Mr. One-Percenter see the error of his ways?
Can 3 sexy female ghosts save his naughty soul on a wild #Christmas Eve?
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Veterans Day is for healing…let’s not forget our wounded warriors who suffer not only the physical pains of war, but the mental as well.
PTSD was first talked about during the Civil War by physicians who described it as nostalgia, while others believed it was a disturbance of a soldier’s mental capabilities caused by severe trauma to the brain.
After World War II, John Huston directed a documentary called Let There Be Light, about the care of soldiers with mental disturbances suffered during wartime.
These are wounds you do not see.
But they are very real to the soldier with PTSD.
In my holiday romance, “The Christmas Piano Tree,” the hero, Sgt. Jared Milano, is a wounded warrior suffering from PTSD from his last mission in Afghanistan:
“His brain went into freefall and he couldn’t stop it. No matter how hard he tried, how much he squeezed his mind, the memory stayed lost in a thick, suffocating fog swirling around in his head.
Dead and forgotten.
Angry, frustrated, he tried to reach out and grab it, but whatever his buddy said to him before he died remained silent and still in his mind.
When would he remember? When?”
“The Christmas Piano Tree” is the story of a pretty young war widow who re-discovers the magic of the holiday season with the help of a homeless vet and an old piano. And Rachel, her little girl, who believes that Christmas just isn’t Christmas without a tree.
Even if it is a piano.
I’ll never forget the Christmas I spent stationed overseas in a small town in Italy. The hot chocolate and cookies I baked and gave to the soldiers who signed up for my Christmas Eve Midnight Mass tour. Off we went on that wintery night in an old military school bus…
We were a motely group of military and Special Services personnel attending the service in a medieval cathedral that was cold and damp, but filled with song and hope for a better future.
Many of those men had seen the horrors of combat and suffered from PTSD (what we called DSS–delayed-stress syndrome–back then). Their stories as they told them to me have stayed with me always…
Thank you for spending part of your Veterans Day here with me. We thank all those who have served for their courage and bravery in keeping us and our families safe. God bless you.