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Today is Princess Day!
In tribute to princesses everywhere:
And lastly for Princess Day, let’s go to Venice for Carnevale and meet a girl who thinks she’s plain so she pretends to be a princess and hides behind a mask . . .
Today is Princess Day!
In tribute to princesses everywhere here’s a second video:
Yes, you’re going to see a lot of shamrocks in this video, but it’s Princess Day and this is about a princess who wants a job . . . so bear with me and enjoy the story!!
Today is Princess Day!
In tribute to princesses everywhere:
When I was a little girl, a princess I wanted to be
So I got all dressed up looking for a prince to marry me
I searched high and low
But found no beau
As I got older
I got a little bolder
I dressed to kill
But no boyfriend still
What’s wrong with me? I wanted to know
I work so hard to be perfect and I’m always on the go
It’s your shoes, my best friend said, rolling her eyes
Princesses wear sexy shoes to please the guys
Like Cinderella? I said, with her slipper made of glass
Yes, you need sexy stilettos so he’ll make a pass
Not so, I assured her confident and wise
A smart girl knows how to get the guys
Oh yeah? she said, wrinkling her nose
Try it if you dare and forget your woes
So shopping I went stilettos to buy
And sexy undies to get a guy
In the end I got my prince wearing no shoes at all
Like Cinderella, I ran from the Ball
With my handsome prince hot on my tail
My stiletto in hand, looking for me to no avail
What happened, you ask? so curious and fine
How did I find my Valentine?
True, the sexy kicks helped me to catch his eye
But in the end it was something much more sly
Instead of trying so hard Miss Perfect to be
I ended up doing what came naturally
Like a dancing princess, I kicked off my shoes and danced all night
When this gorgeous man grabbed me and wouldn’t let me out of his sight
How did I know he was a man not to be missed?
Take one look at him. It was in his kiss…
I was a doughnut dolly.
Back in the day, I served with the U.S. Army in Livorno, Italy. My job was to make coffee and play pool with the troops, set up entertainment and gourmet tours.
And make cookies. I whipped up hundreds and hundreds of cookies. Chocolate chip.
And doughnuts, too. I got help from the mess hall sergeant, a bespectacled guy from the Midwest who let me commandeer his big pots. Along with my Italian liaison, Maria, we’d cook up hot doughnuts and top them with powdered sugar we got from the PX, a sweet favorite with the boys.
Those were the days.
So on this Veterans Day I think about all the Doughnut Dollies who helped bring our servicemen and women a touch of home.
Especially on this 100th Anniversary of Armistice Day when the treaty was signed in a railcar in the French forest on the eleventh day of the eleventh month at the eleventh hour.
God bless all those who have served our country. Thank you.
PS — For fun, I put on my old uniform with U.S. Army Service Clubs patch. And yeah, I lost the hat years ago somewhere in Italy.
For this Veterans Day, my Civil War time travel romance is on sale for 99 cents!
She wore gray…he wore blue…but their love defied time
How many women soldiers fought in the Civil War?
And check out this audio/video excerpt from Chapter 1 of my WW 2 sweet romance.
American soldier and an Italian nun in war torn Italy dare to fall in love…
The captain thinks he’s found Shangri-La until he realizes there’s stolen art, Nazis and a whole lotta snow
The way to a rogue’s heart is through his…
Well, not exactly. At least for this handsome, dashing rogue from Rome.
Find out how a pretty signorina catches his eye on National Pasta Day!
(my poem as written on the graphic)
The ROGUE from ROME
There once was a rogue from Rome
Who wandered far from home
A pretty wife to find
To make pasta divine
Such was his desire
To light his fire
But the girl who caught his eye
Couldn’t cook or bake or fry
What she could do I don’t have to tell you
Needless to say They went out for pasta every day
And made passionate love all through the night
Our virile rogue al dente when out went the light…
If you love Civil War romance and time travel and TWO hunky military heroes, check out my Kindle Scout winner:
She wore gray.
He wore blue.
But their love defied the boundaries of war.
Happy Halloween!! — EROTIC ROMANCE:
I love Halloween and dressing up in a pretty costume. Especially a can-can outfit with a white petticoat and layers of ruffles and black stockings. Imagine if you could go to Paris and dance the can-can at the famous Moulin Rouge.
You can…with the help of a little black magic.
Meet Autumn Maguire in “Naughty Paris“ She’s jilted at the altar and uses her pre-paid honeymoon tickets to go to Paris. She’s turned on when she sees a full-size painting of a sexy, lost Impressionist named Paul Borquet in a studio in the Marais District…
Here is an audio/video podcast of two short scenes from “Naughty Paris“ where Autumn hears the laughter of the scandalous artist…and she’s transported back to 1889 Paris.
Find out what happened to Autumn Maguire in “Naughty Paris.”
Sooo thankful to everyone who nominated my Kindle Scout book The Magic Christmas Train . . . it wasn’t chosen and I wanted to do something to say “Thank you,” so for Friday and Saturday, Oct 13 & 14, my WW II Christmas novella “A Soldier’s Italian Christmas” will be FREE!
It takes place around the same time — Dec 1943 when the Allies were pushing north in Italy . . . when an American captain makes a wrong turn and ends up in a bombed out village . . . and meets a beautiful nun.
Art stolen by the Nazis figures predominately in my romance novella “A Soldier’s Italian Christmas.”
Sister Angelina discovers what the Nazis are up to and risks her life to save the art treasures. Here she is in the Monastery of Monte D’Oro Rose.
Sister Angelina and Capt. Mack O’Casey are spying on the brutal Nazi major in this scene through a peephole from their hiding place:
The library was filled with drunken Nazis.
Angelina focused on the outrageous behavior of the German officer with the pretty brunette on his lap. Ines. “Oh, my Lord…” she whispered, and then blessed herself. Major von Arx sat at the long table where the monks prayed, running his fingers up and down the girl’s shiny, smooth stockings. Silk. Ines let out a breathy sigh when he parted her thighs and his hand dove under her skirt.
Embarrassed, the young nun looked away from the spy hole.
Oh, the shame. What would the captain think if he saw her watching them?
“What is it, Sister?”
“Nothing but the devil at play,” she said, her cheeks flaming.
“Your words intrigue me.” The captain put his eye to the peephole and smirked. “Are you certain he doesn’t know we’re watching him?”
“Yes, but we must be careful he doesn’t see us. The peephole was hidden by priceless Renaissance paintings,” she said, wishing she’d never brought him here. “Until the Nazi major stole them.”
“Yes. The German officer ordered his guards to remove the paintings and ready them for transport. For the Fuehrer, he said. Two days ago, I hid in the tower and watched his men leave through the narrow passage and head down the mountain with mules packed with wooden crates.”
“Men died trying to climb these mountains, Sister,” said the captain, not trying to hide the raw edge to his voice. “Good men. Brave men. The mud, the stench of death all around us, but we kept going. For what? So this Nazi bastard could steal from the Church?”
His eyes glowed a vibrant blue more intense than a cloudless sky. Angelina felt deep into her bones here was a man of faith who could be trusted. A man who stirred her soul with the desire to feel his strong arms around her. Sweet yearnings to feel skin against skin that tore her apart. Especially at night when her small cell was dark and her cotton chemise stuck to her body drenched in sweat, feelings she didn’t understand tormenting her. The captain brought those feelings to the surface.
He was dangerous to her.
Dear God, why must you lead me into temptation?
“We must return to the orphanage so you can rest before it’s time for you to leave,” she said. It saddened her to send him on his way, but she must. “I will lead you through the secret passage down the mountain. From there you can take the road north to Rome. I will see to it Marcello brings you the abbot’s finest wine to take with you on your journey.”
“Do you think God would approve?” he said with a grin.
“Yes, though He doesn’t always approve of what I’ve done.”
“Are you telling me the sweet angel before me is not what she seems?”
Angelina blinked. Had he guessed her secret?
What is Angelina’s secret? Find out in A Soldier’s Italian Christmas.”
Coming up on Saturday: an extended video excerpt from Chapter One of A Soldier’s Italian Christmas.”