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Thursday, December 27, 2018

#ThursdayThoughts with Erin Unger & a #Giveaway

Good Morning and Welcome to the LAST Thursday Thoughts of 2018!

I pray your Christmas was the Merriest of All. Erin Unger shared treasures with us last month so PLEASE welcome her back as she shares some thoughts with us.....

Can you imagine being transported into another world—I’m not talking fantasy or time travel—but a real-life opportunity to live out of your comfort zone in a place unfamiliar to you? I’ve often dreamed of this. I want to stay at a ranch and cook over a hearth fire. And the idea of staying in New York City and living one day in the life of an executive CEO is so intriguing. I’ve even considered trying to find a living museum where I could dress in colonial clothing to live a few days in the 1700s. Just to experience life through someone else’s eyes draws my imagination to new heights. I guess that’s what makes me a writer. I put on paper what I can only dream of doing.

In my upcoming release, Desolate Paths, Brooke Hollen enters a rehab center where she has no choice but to literally live in the past. If she’d read the full website, she’d wouldn’t have been shocked to land in a living museum where the residents work as they get treatment. And that means wearing accurate, antique garb and cooking in a kitchen with no electricity, among many other chores done by hand with no modern-day conveniences. Can you imagine how she must feel leaving the present day in order to heal? Just imagine it for a moment...

What about you? Have you ever had a chance to experience life from a totally different perspective? Tell me about it in the comments below for a chance to win a $5 Amazon Gift Card.

Erin Unger was raised in the hills of Virginia, exploring abandoned houses and reading the scariest books she could find. After marrying so young it would make a great romance novel, she has enjoyed an exciting life with her hubby. But her fast-paced life sometimes rivals the suspense in her books thanks to all her mostly grown children and a couple grandkids. Her romantic suspesne novel, Desolate Paths, releases January 11, 2019.

Connect with Erin at the following locations:

Amazon Author Page: https://www.amazon.com/Erin-Unger/e/B00MMKJ6LU

Wow, Erin, your book sounds like a great read! Good luck and God's blessings with it and all of your other projects.

Hope you enjoyed Erin's post, friends and that you'll check back regularly for Tuesday Treasures, Thursday Thoughts and Saturday Spotlight.

Until next time, take care and God bless.

Tuesday, December 25, 2018

Merry Christmas!

Good Morning and Merry Christmas!

Since today is normally a Tuesday Treasures day I thought I'd share a poem from a few years back to express my sentiments about the greatest Gift/Treasure of them all....

The Gift
© 2003

No gift ever given, great or small
Can compare to greatest Treasure of all.

Born in a manger in the town of Bethlehem
Christ the Lord, who died for all men.

Sometimes referred to as the ‘Pearl of Great Price’
God so loved the world that He sent His Son to die
- The perfect sacrifice.

So please remember in this season of cheer
God is to be honored and praised
Each day of the year.

This simple poem is my humble gift
To wish you Merry Christmas!

I have published another FREE read for newsletter subscribers (a Christmas romance) so, if you haven't already, please sign up HERE.

You can read other Christmas poems herehere and here.

I wish you ALL the merriest and brightest Christmas ever! 

Whatever you do, please be safe and have fun.


Saturday, December 22, 2018

#SaturdaySpotlight is on Me!

Good Morning!

Today I'm taking time for me to THANK YOU dear friends and followers and to let you know that all of my independently published books are on SALE through Jan 15th!

Ebooks can be purchased at Amazon for Kindle, B&N for Nook, and Smashwords for other E-readers. They are also available at Kobo. I've also reduced the price on the print books that Amazon would allow since they are priced as low as possible anyway.

I hope you'll take advantage of this sale and get books for the readers on your Christmas list!

I also wanted to let you know that my collection of short romantic stories through Pelican Book Group will be published in January! I'll share more details as I get them.

Don't you just LOVE this cover?!?

Until next time, take care and God bless and here's praying for a Blessed and Merry Christmas to you ALL!


Thursday, December 20, 2018

#ThursdayThoughts with Carol James

Good Morning!

Last month I introduced to you a new-to-me guest when Carol James shared treasures with us, so please welcome her back to share some thoughts....

The Power of Words
            The pen is mightier than the sword.” I remember the first time I heard these words in school. We discussed how, in using words to change a person’s thoughts, you can transform the heart. Words, not swords, have the power to cause heart-change. That one idea began my love affair with words.
            Several years ago, a friend invited me to a Beth Moore conference. It was a time when my life was in a drought. Certain God had called me into a new ministry, I’d begun writing. After numerous rejections and some harsh critiques, which all writers receive, I began to question my decision. Writing was too much work. Too hard. Too painful. If I wasn’t being successful, maybe I hadn’t been called.
            In addition to the mental pain, I’d been having unexplained back problems, and the thought of sitting for hours in a stadium seat was torturous. But . . . I went, because time with my friend was priceless.
            As we entered the huge arena, I recognized the background music. It was a recorded song written and sung by my church’s worship pastor, Aaron Keyes. Sovereign Over Us. What a fun coincidence! Of all the recordings they could have chosen, one by a person I knew. A song I’d sung many times in church.
            We found our seats. Mine had an envelope on it. I glanced around the huge convention center. Each seat held an envelope. Thousands of seats, thousands of envelopes.
          I opened mine. Snoopy. I love Snoopy. Sitting at a typewriter and struggling to find the right words.
            Then I opened the card. Someone had handwritten a Bible verse inside. “Heal me, Lord, and I will be healed. Save me and I will be saved, for you are the one I praise.  Jeremiah 17:14
            The song about God’s sovereignty, the verse about healing, even the typewriter, for goodness sake. I can’t remember what Beth Moore spoke about that weekend. I’m sure it was fabulous. But I will never forget what God said to me through the song and the card. The words were streams in my wasteland.
            Oh, the power of words! We all have the responsibility to use our words for good. To encourage, to build up. Especially as writers. I often struggle with finding the perfect word to express an idea, simply because my task is to use words not only to tell a story, but also to show God’s love.
            When the angels appeared to the shepherds, their words struck fear. Yet, the shepherds were obedient and went to the manger, and the words they heeded changed them forever.
            Words. Powerful. Life-changing. Maybe that’s why John tells us Jesus is the Word.
            In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. The Word became flesh and made his dwelling among us. John 1:1,14

Wow, so true, Carol and how sweet! Thanks for sharing!

Carol James is an author of inspirational fiction. She lives in a small town outside of Atlanta, Georgia with her husband, Jim, and a perky Jack Russell "Terrorist," Zoe.

Having always loved intriguing stories with happy endings, she was moved to begin writing to encourage others as she'd been encouraged by the works of other authors.
Her upcoming novel, The Waiting, will be available January, 2019.
Her Christmas novella, Mary’s Christmas Surprise, is currently available on Amazon and on the Pelican Book Group website.

Connect with Carol at:

Thank you so much Carol for sharing with us.

I hope you enjoyed the post friends and that you'll check back for more Tuesday Treasures, Thursday Thoughts and Saturday Spotlights.

Until next time good luck and God's blessings!

Saturday, December 15, 2018

#SaturdaySpotlight is on Robert Jones & Happiness: A Lesson with Lulu

Good Morning Friends!

Today's guest shared treasures and thoughts with us earlier this year but today he returns with a peek into his book, Happiness: A Lesson with Lulu so please give Robert Jones a big, WARM welcome cause baby it's cold outside!

Happiness, the first book in the Lessons with Lulu series, is an attempt to communicate the importance of an open heart and mind. In the story, Lulu surveys the happenings in an amusement park with her father, identifying many ways to be happy. As the day comes to a close, she discovers the most important of all: finding this heart in herself.

“How do you get rid of bad feelings?” asked Lulu.

                “Don't worry about any of your feelings,” answered Lulu's daddy. “They are part of life. When   you're hurt, it is okay to be hurt. When you're sad or angry, it is okay to be sad or angry. All         feelings that spring up also fade away. When you let them go, you'll be able to see clearly and   find the right thing to do. Your special light will shine.”

Lulu gave her daddy a hug.

“Was that the right thing to do?” she asked.

“Well, I’m feeling happy,” her daddy replied.  “Are you?”

Lulu smiled.

Robert Jones, like most parents, is a developing storyteller. He reads to his daughters nightly (and whenever they ask) and draws on analogies to explain complex ideas. He has also learned to improvise silly characters in even sillier situations to wrest his children from otherwise inconsolable moods. His stories are becoming books because of the insistence of his children that Lulu be brought to life. While he wishes he could spend his days engaged in such important endeavors, he supports his family by working as a general manager for an eCommerce company.

Happiness: A Lesson with Lulu by Robert Jones is available through Healthy Life Press, amazon.com, at wholesale to booksellers at Ingramcontent.com/retailers and wherever good books are sold.

Watch the Book Trailer HERE!

This sounds like a wonderful book for children and grandchildren so I hope you'll support this young father and new author by grabbing a copy and I hope you'll check back regularly for Tuesday Treasures, Thursday Thoughts and Saturday Spotlight.

Until next time, take care and God Bless!

Thursday, December 13, 2018

#ThursdayThougts with Stacey Weeks!

Good Morning and Welcome!

I hope you're in the Christmas spirit because today's guest has a brand new Christmas romance book out! Stacey has shared treasures with us and been in our spotlight twice but please welcome her back as she shares some thoughts with us.

My White Christmas

The closer we get to Christmas the louder it gets. I can almost hear Bing Crosby. His deep timber rouses images of glistening snow, jingling sleigh bells, and rosy-cheeked children.

And I love it.

But my dreams are more complicated than pretty ideas of snow and sleigh bells. They don’t revolve around Santa slipping down the chimney or leaving out cookies and milk.

They are more than dreams. They are prayers.

I’m praying for a white Christmas.

I’m praying for a Christmas where my loved ones and yours might wake to discover a covering of white sent to erase a lifetime of stain. I’m praying for a Christmas when the silent night was broken by a baby’s cry. When a teen-age mother wondered at the God-child she held in her arms. When this truth is embraced by all who hear it proclaimed.

I praying for a Christmas when I truly appreciate how one holy night fulfilled ancient prophecy that led to a cross. How that innocent baby grew up and died, making it possible for me to be declared white as snow.

My white Christmas.

Don’t misunderstand. I love the way Crosby’s song warms my heart like an afghan on a warm winter night. I love the emotional swell in my chest when the cast swings open the stage doors to reveal the delicate white flakes drifting to the ground. I watch the holiday classic every single year.

But really, deep down, I want more than that. I want more than a cup of warm cocoa in front of a blazing fire.

I want a white Christmas that means something. I want a Christmas that turns my eyes from the what to the who, from what is under the tree, to who died on the tree. To the One whose gift makes my Christmas white. And I bet, deep down, so do you.

If you are looking for meaningful Christmas read that is fun but real, light yet deep, and points you in the direction of Christ, check out Stacey’s new release, Mistletoe Melody.

A former musician, Melody Staff, spends Christmas at a bed and breakfast in the village of Mistletoe Meadows. While everyone sings familiar carols of Christ drawing near, Melody stumbles over misplaced notes. Her recent diagnosis of Multiple Sclerosis has scared off her fiancé and thrust her life into a grand pause. Will her heart ever sing again? Quentin Oxford has endured a devastating year. His preteen daughter suffered a stroke, and they’ve grieved his wife’s sudden death, but the Lord coaxes a surprising refrain from Quentin’s heart as God rewrites his and Melody’s score into a love song.

Stacey Weeks is the multi-award-winning author of Glorious Surrender (2016), inspirational romances The Builder’s Reluctant Bride (2016), Mistletoe Melody (2018), and inspirational romantic suspense novels In Too Deep (2017), and Fatal Homecoming (2019). Stacey lives in Ontario where she speaks at women’s conferences, teaches writing and bible study workshops, and writes about the things of the Lord. www.staceyweeks.com

Mistletoe Melody is part of Pelican Book Group's Christmas Extravaganza and can be purchased at Amazon!

Hope you enjoyed these lovely thoughts from Stacey and that you'll check back regularly for Tuesday Treasures, Thursday Thoughts and Saturday Spotlight.

Until next time take care and God Bless.

Saturday, December 8, 2018

#SaturdaySpotlight is on DiAnn Mills & Burden of Proof!

Good Morning Friends!

DiAnn is no stranger to our blog and she's recently shared thoughts and treasures with us but today we get a sneak peek into her latest release, Burden of Proof. Welcome DiAnn!

Reeling from a negotiation gone wrong, FBI Special Agent April Ramos is caught off guard when a frazzled young woman shoves a crying baby into her arms, then disappears. Worry for the child’s safety quickly turns to fear when a man claiming to be the girl’s father abducts them at gunpoint. April puts her hostage negotiation skills to use to learn more about who she’s dealing with: Jason Snyder, a fugitive accused of murder.

As Jason spins a tall tale about being framed for the killing of his business partner, April must sort through his claims to find the truth. A truth that becomes all the more evident after April overhears a conversation between Jason and the local sheriff and realizes something more sinister may be happening in their small town of Sweet Briar, Texas. But aligning herself with a known fugitive to uncover the burden of proof could cost April her job . . . or worse, her life and the lives of other innocent people.

Read an entire chapter Excerpt HERE!
Watch the Trailer HERE  Purchase HERE

DiAnn Mills is a bestselling author who believes her readers should expect an adventure. She is a storyteller and creates action-packed, suspense-filled novels to thrill readers. Her titles have appeared on the CBA and ECPA bestseller lists; won two Christy Awards; and been finalists for the RITA, Daphne Du Maurier, Inspirational Readers’ Choice, and Carol award contests.

DiAnn is a founding board member of the American Christian Fiction Writers, a member of Advanced Writers and Speakers Association, Mystery Writers of America, Sisters in Crime, and International Thriller Writers. She is co-director of The Blue Ridge Mountain Christian Writers Conference and The Mountainside Marketing Conference with social media specialist Edie Melson where she continues her passion of helping other writers be successful. She speaks to various groups and teaches writing workshops around the country.

Connect with DiAnn here: www.diannmills.com

Thanks for joining us today DiAnn and Friends. Wishing you ALL the best of luck and God's blessings!


Thursday, December 6, 2018

#ThursdayThoughts with Gail Pallotta

Good Morning!

It is always a pleasure to have returning guests to visit with us and today's guest is no exception. Gail has shared Treasures with us and been in our Spotlight so please welcome her as she shares some thoughts with us.....

At Christmastime we think of gifts, especially the ones we buy and give to each other, but some of the greatest gifts we receive are free. I believe prayer is one of these.

Over the years I’ve heard different ministers suggest the way to pray, most of them following the Lord’s prayer in Matthew 6: 9 - 13. Nearly all of the pastors include praising God for all the blessings He’s given us, asking Him to forgive our sins and to provide for our needs while they emphasize it’s important to ask for God’s will to be done.

A few well-known prayers, other than the Lord’s prayer, include one by Moses from Exodus 33:13. “If you are pleased with me, teach me your ways so I may know you and continue to find favor with you.” (NIV).

Most of us have heard the following from Numbers 6: 24  -26, many times.

“The Lord bless you and keep you; The Lord make his face shine upon you and be gracious to you; the Lord turn his face toward you and give you peace.” (NIV)

Another is Jabez’s prayer from 1 Chronicles 4: 10, used in the book, The Prayer of Jabez.
“Oh, that you would bless me and enlarge my territory! Let your hand be with me, and keep me from harm so that I will be free from pain.” (NIV)
God placed mankind in the Garden of Eden and planned to have a relationship with us, but the plan was broken by sin. Still He’s left the door open for us to have conversations with Him through prayer. Testimonies abound of people who have been healed, protected or helped through prayers. It allows us to speak individually and in groups to God, to thank Him for His blessings, ask Him to fill our needs and forgive us. It’s one of the most powerful gifts we possess.

Do you know of anyone who’s received a Christmas miracle through prayer, or of someone who’s been helped or comforted with prayer at any time? If so, please share.

Bio: Award-winning author Gail Pallotta’s a wife, mom, swimmer and bargain shopper who loves God, beach sunsets and getting together with friends and family. A former Grace Awards Finalist and a Reader’s Favorite 2017 Book Award winner, she’s published five books, poems, short stories and two-hundred articles. Some of her articles appear in anthologies while two are in museums. She loves to connect with readers.

Sign up for her newsletter at https://www.gailpallotta.com/mainphp.html 

Visit her online at the following places:

twitter at https://twitter.com/Hopefulwords?lang=en (Gail Pallotta @Hopefulwords)

Amazon page. https://www.amazon.com/Gail-Pallotta/e/B00IN9A640

Gail's latest book, Hair Calamities and Hot Cash can be purchased at Amazon (Kindle), B&N (nook), Kobo and Pelican/Prism Book Group

What lovely thoughts, Gail, Thank You for sharing!

Hope you enjoyed today's post friends and that you'll check back regularly for Tuesday Treasures, Thursday Thoughts and Saturday Spotlight.

Until next time take care and God bless.

Tuesday, December 4, 2018

#TuesdayTreasures with Stacey Weeks

Good Morning and Welcome to the first edition of Tuesday Treasures for December 2018!

Wow, I still can't believe 2018 is winding down so fast and Christmas is just 3 weeks away from today!

Our guest has been in our spotlight with her books In Too Deep and The Builder's Reluctant Bride, but please welcome her back as Stacey Weeks shares something she treasures with us.....

I treasure a tablecloth. I know that sounds silly, but stick with me, and you’ll soon understand.

Years ago, I took a plain white tablecloth and wrote Psalm 106:1 down the middle using fabric markers. “Give thanks to the Lord for He is good. His love endures forever.”

We use that tablecloth every holiday and each person present writes down something for which they are thankful. Searching for notes from family members now with the Lord or notes from when children were younger is a holiday tradition.

Melody Staff celebrates many holiday traditions in Mistletoe Melody. When her family spends Christmas at a bed and breakfast in the village of Mistletoe Meadows they also pick up a few new traditions from Quentin Oxford and his endearing daughter, Janie.

A former musician, Melody Staff, spends Christmas at a bed and breakfast in the village of Mistletoe Meadows. While everyone sings familiar carols of Christ drawing near, Melody stumbles over misplaced notes. Her recent diagnosis of Multiple Sclerosis has scared off her fiancé and thrust her life into a grand pause. Will her heart ever sing again? Quentin Oxford has endured a devastating year. His preteen daughter suffered a stroke, and they’ve grieved his wife’s sudden death, but the Lord coaxes a surprising refrain from Quentin’s heart as God rewrites his and Melody’s score into a love song.

Mistletoe Melody is part of Pelican Book Group's Christmas Extravaganza and can be purchased at Amazon.

Stacey Weeks is the multi-award-winning author of Glorious Surrender (2016), inspirational romances The Builder’s Reluctant Bride (2016), Mistletoe Melody (2018), and inspirational romantic suspense novels In Too Deep (2017), and Fatal Homecoming (2019). Stacey lives in Ontario where she speaks at women’s conferences, teaches writing and bible study workshops, and writes about the things of the Lord. www.staceyweeks.com

What a precious treasure, Stacey! Thanks for sharing.

Hope you enjoyed today's post friends and that you'll check back regularly for Tuesday Treasures, Thursday Thoughts and Saturday Spotlight.

Until next time take care and God bless.

Saturday, December 1, 2018

#SaturdaySpotlight is on Icy Snow Blackstone & Runaway Brother

Hello December!

Not sure if I'm ready or not but this year is winding down fast. One thing I AM happy about is that Medicare AEP ends in 1 week and boy am I ready! It's been a good season but I'm ready for the madness to stop LOL!

Today's guest, brought by Class Act Books, is new to me so please welcome Icy Snow Blackstone as she enters the spotlight for today - Welcome Icy!

Icy Snow Blackstone was born in 1802, in northern Georgia where her father, the Reverend John Blackstone, was prominent in local politics.  She married a minister, raised seven children, and lived there all her life.

Two hundred and five years later, her great-great-great-great-granddaughter began using her name as a pseudonym for her romance novels. The present Icy Snow Blackstone lives far from her Southern roots in Lancaster County, Nebraska, where she continues to write romances. 

As of 2017, Icy Snow has eleven novels published by Class Act Books. Her contemporary romance, Tuesday’s Child, was given the Paranormal Romance Guild’s Reviewers Choice award for Best Contemporary Novel of 2014. A SciFi romance, Earthman’s Bride and Vietnam-era romance Jericho Road, have also received awards.

At the age of twenty-two, newly-graduated Nicolo Liguori is forced by his three brothers to become care-giver for his father, who suffered multiple strokes.  For the next ten years, Nick gives up his own ambitions , working during the day in the family jewelry business in Vanderhoek, New York, and returning to the Liguori mansion every night, to be at his father’s beck-and-call. Then Papa dies and Nick is free…or is he?  Carlo, Marco, and Pietro expect him to continue life as usual, but Nick has other ideas.  Secretly buying a motorcycle, he starts to work one day and… disappears.

Nick gets as far as the southern coast of Georgia before an accident disables his bike.  Stranded, with no idea of the South except what he’s seen on TV, Nick isn’t certain what kind of reception he’s going to get.  Then, a pretty Southern miss and a white tank disguised as a temperamental horse named Shazam change his life as they and the citizens of Oceano teach a runaway Yankee about life and love in a small Georgia town.


The track was getting narrower, barely two ruts now with a width of slender, wiry grass separating them.  He slowed the bike.  Don’t want to get that stuff caught in the spokes and stall the engine.
Nick raised his head, looking around, then gave a loud sigh of exasperation.  Okay!  So I’m lost!  He’d just follow the road to wherever it went, probably to some farmer’s front yard.  When he got there, he’d apologize, turn around and get himself back to the main drag.  If he could find it.
A broken branch loomed ahead, and he turned his attention to it, guiding the bike around it.  
            A second branch and several twigs littered the roadway.  Nick was so concerned with maneuvering around them he didn’t see the horse sail over the fence, wasn’t even aware it was there until he looked up and found the white shape almost directly in front of him.
            He jerked the wheel to the right, forgetting to apply the rear brakes first.  The bike skidded, its back wheel rising off the ground as the front one stopped rolling.  He had a brief vision of the animal leaping forward, its rider clinging to its back, wide, frightened blue eyes, flying blonde hair...
            The motorcycle went off the road, sliding into the ditch and running up the other side, the front fender striking one of the fence posts.  It bounced and rebounded, and Nick went flying over the handlebars, flipping in mid-air and hitting the same post with his back. The bike wavered a moment, then toppled onto its side.  Nick slid down the post, landing upside down in the ditch, his shoulders crushing coffeeweed into an aromatic mass.
            The pounding hooves stopped.  He heard running footsteps, opened his eyes and saw someone running toward him.  He closed them again.
            “Are you hurt?”
            This time when he opened his eyes, he was staring at the upside-down face of a very pretty girl, at least she’d have been pretty if her face wasn’t screwed up into such a dismayed scowl.
            Am I hurt?”  He managed a growl as he slid further into the weeds and rolled over.  “I just hit a fence and got tossed into a ditch!  What do you think?”  Clambering to his knees, while she plucked ineffectually at one arm, he jerked out of her grasp.  “I can get up by my—  Ow!” 
            He’d gotten upright, took a step, and his leg buckled, turning at the ankle   “Here.”  She slid into the ditch, offering a hand.  Reluctantly he took it, being careful not to put too much weight behind it as he let her pull him to his feet.  He could see she was worried and he really wasn’t hurt all that bad, but he was angry because she’d been so reckless.
            “What the Hell’s the matter with you?  Jumping in front of me like that!  If I’d hit that horse—”
            “What are you doing riding this road?  This is private property.”
            She was too pretty for him to pretend to stay angry at, so he toned it down, answering her question. “I got lost.  I only wanted to find the end of the road and turn around.”
            “You have a way to go.  The house is about a quarter of a mile that way.”  She nodded toward a group of pines thrust into the road, hiding the rest of it from sight. Nick looked in that direction, then back at her.  She, in turn, looked at the motorcycle, still on its side in the weeds.  You seem okay.  Is that hurt?”
            Nick got down on one knee, feeling under the bike.  His hand came away wet.  He sniffed at his fingers. 
Gasoline. He pulled off one glove, exploring gingerly.  Something had punched a hole in the gas tank and gasoline was pouring into the grass.  He had no idea how, but it didn’t matter.  What did was that he wasn’t going anywhere as long as that hole was there.
            “Well?”  She appeared to be awaiting his diagnosis.
            He wiped his fingers on the seat of his jeans.  “Gas tank’s got a hole in it, clutch cable’s severed. Is there a motorcycle shop around here anywhere?”
            “No, but Marshall’s in town can probably repair it.  He does everything from lawn mowers to farm machinery.”
            Oh Lord, deliver me from small town handymen!  He was about to tell her he didn’t want Marshall touching his bike when he realized, What else am I going to do?  Do you have a better idea, Mr. Runaway?
            “So which way is town?”  He straightened, looked around as if expecting to see the city limits a few feet away.
            “Too far for you to push that thing,” she answered, gesturing at the front wheel.  “Not with it twisted like that.”
            “What do I do then, Miss Not-So-Helpful?  Since this is your fault—”
            “My fault?”  Hands went to her hips.  And deliciously slim ones they were, too.  Nick had a moment to think she looked anything but angry, though it was apparent she thought she did.  Cute, maybe.  Hell, he might even say adorable with those blonde wisps floating around her face, but angry?  Nope!  “Who’s the trespasser?  Who had his head down, studying the ground when he should’ve been looking straight ahead?”
            “You weren’t ahead of me,” he countered.  “You and that white tank of yours jumped a fence and came in from the side.
            “Never mind.  Just let me get the bike upright and point me in the right direction, and—” 
“I’ll do no such thing.”  That made him stare at her, wondering if she was going to walk away, mount her white steed, and leave him stranded knee-deep in Kudzu or whatever-the-Hell these weeds were.  “I’ll ride back to the house and get my grandpa’s truck.  We”ll put the motorcycle in it.”
            She clambered up the bank, running toward the horse now was grazing on the other side of the road.  Catching the reins and a handful of mane, she swung into the horse’s back—very gracefully, he noted—then turned the animal’s head and trotted it back to him.
            “You stay right there,” she told him.  “I’ll be back in a jif!”  She kicked the horse in the ribs and sent it galloping down the road.
            Nick turned his attention back to the V-Rod.  It hadn’t moved.  Did he expect it to get up and limp over to him like a dog with a hurt paw, whimpering for sympathy?  Shaking his head, he leaned against the edge of the ditch, back against a fencepost.
            Welcome South, Brother!       

Runaway Brother can be purchased from the Publisher and Amazon.

Hope you enjoyed our guest today friends and that you'll check back regularly for Tuesday Treasures, Thursday Thoughts and Saturday Spotlight!

Until next time good luck and God's blessings.