Not everyone is a fan of technology. I understand that. For many, there’s nothing as satisfying as turning the pages in a book while reading it. To that end, I make a point of offering each of my books in e-book and paperback format. Last month, I released two books, currently available from all Amazon distributors. Guarding Her Heart and Love at the Pickleback are two very different romantic genres which offer an escape from reality if only for a few hours. As of today, Guarding Her Heart, a romance suspense novel set around Christmas, is available in both of those formats.
And so is the latest Cocktails for You romantic comedy, Love at the Pickleback.
You can nestle up on the couch, in bed, or in your favorite chair and read Love at the Pickleback enjoying the humor that comes along with a young heiress’s determination to marry only for love.
Both books are also available to read for free on Kindle Unlimited. Christmas is coming. Why not stuff your favorite reader’s stocking, or your own, with one or both of these new novels?
And, please remember, if you do read one of my books in any format, please take a moment to review it. It’s an easy way to spread the word, and it warms my heart, renews my soul, and keeps me writing.
Welcome to this week’s Tuesday Tales. I’m working on my Romance Suspense Mystery novel, A Case of Mistaken Identity, has a touch of the paranormal added to it for zing. Our word prompt this week is FAN.
We’d been cruising along for almost half an hourand hadn’t yet seen any of the marine mammals when Iain stopped our guide as she walked by. Expecting him to ask for another drink, my ears perked up when I heard the word Empress.
Roxanne shook her head. “Not really but on our way back, our course takes us near the National Historic Park. I’ll point it out to you when we’re close.”
“Is there any way that we can go out to the site of the wreck? We both lost family when the ship went down in 1914, and if possible, we would like to pay our respects.”
She frowned. “I see. Are you certified in wreck and technical diving and do you have your PADI Advanced Open Water Diver certification? If you do, there are few companies in the Rimouski area licensed to take to out to dive the wreck, but it’s eyes only. You can’t take so much as a grain of sand from the wreckage or the area around it. Unless you’re experienced at deep water diving, I wouldn’t chance it. It’s an incredibly difficult and dangerous dive. You’re down between 130 and 140 feet. I’ve done it once a few years ago when I was working on my master’s degree, but I wouldn’t say I’m a fan of the experience. It’s cold, dark, silty, and super eerie down there. There was precious little marine life around the wreck. You couldn’t pay me enough to go down there again.”
I jumped into the conversation. “Did you see anything?”
Roxanne turned to me and nodded. “Part of the group was working for Parks Canada doing artifact recovery. They brought up some dishes, cutlery, and other memorabilia including a ceramic doll’s head. It was so sad. I almost expected the ghostly hand of a child to come out of the water and take it back down with her. Someone in the group swore something touched her, but…” She shrugged.
I shuddered. If that image wasn’t enough to spook the couple, nothing was.
“We don’t dive,” Iain explained. “We only thought that if we came this close…”
The girl smiled. “I’m not sure they’re still running, but there used to be a couple of companies in Rimouski that took people out to the marker. I’d better get back to the other passengers.” Roxanne left us.
Love Will Find a Way! Find your happy-ever-after with these nine sweet and steamy holiday stories. Filled with nostalgia for family and holiday cheer, these author favorite Christmas romances, from New York Times & USA Today Bestselling, Award-Winning authors, will be sure to leave you with a smile on your face and hope in your heart.
O CHRISTMAS TREE by Alicia Street, USA Today Bestselling Author: Piper knows what it takes to endure and hope in the face of the odds, so when the ruggedly handsome man with the desolate look in his face steps into her cat cafe to deliver a box of stray kittens, something tells her it could be a very special holiday.
TWO HEARTS’ CHRISTMAS WISH by Tamara Ferguson, USA Today Bestselling Author: After Fifteen Years, Will There Still Be That Special Magic Between Kat And Jason To Make Their Long-Ago Christmas Wishes Come True?
SANTA CLAUS IS COMING TO TOWN by Cynthia Cooke, USA Today Bestselling Author: Unwrap the magic of love in this heartwarming Christmas romance as Santa Claus comes to town, and Nicole discovers the true spirit of the season.
LOVE IN THE ER by Mona Risk, New Yort Times and USAToday Bestselling Author: In the past, her work in the ER brought her pain and frustration. In a new hospital and Ryan at her side, can it bring her love and a needed closure now?
JOAN (Girls In The City) by Suzanne Jenkins: USA Today Bestselling Author: When attorney Joan meets trauma surgeon Jake Thomas, their chemistry is off the charts. Joan has a complicated life and wants to keep their relationship as platonic as possible. But the universe has a different idea when Joan gives Jake a special Christmas gift.
FOREVER LOVE by Natalie Ann, USA Today Bestselling Author: To get his parents off his back, Gabe offers Leah a once-in-a-lifetime offer. But when they start to develop feelings for each other, their original agreement starts to get complicated.
MISTLETOE FANTASIES by Stacy Eaton, USA Today Bestselling Author: When the debt comes due, will Reba and Wallie get a chance to share their Christmas Fantasies before they get terminated for breaching their contracts at work?
HOLIDAY MAGIC by Susanne Matthews, International Bestselling Author: Three years ago, Georgia’s world fell apart when she found her fiancé in another woman’s bed, but he claims nothing happened. Will Christmas magic open her heart to hear his explanation this time?
SHE’S NOT YOU by Mimi Barbour, New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author: Sick & alone with her three-year-old daughter at Christmastime, Belle needs help. When Jesse, her neighbor’s brother gets involved, she welcomes the soft-spoken, good looker into her world.
Christmas Wishes is available for only 99 cents (USD) from all Amazon retailers and is also availble in Kindle Unlimited. Why not get comfortable with your favorite holiday beverage and take a reading trip down Memory Lane?
Welcome to November and the second last month of 2024. It hasn’t been an exceptionally good year, but not a totally bad one either. In terms of writing, it’s been slow, although I did manage to release three new books. In my personal life, I lost my mother, suffered an episode of depression, and my athritis got so much worse that I’m scheduled for hip replacemtn surgery in the spring. It’s going to be a long winter!
November 6 question – What creative activity do you engage in when you’re not writing?
Before the arthritis in my hands made cutting a painful chore, I did scrapbooking. Now, I do some gardening in the spring, people watch, and play word games. When I’m not writing, I usually relax, read, watch television, and spend time with friends and family. We often take day tips or weekend excursions to places we enjoy. It may not sound particularly exciting or creative, but a lot of the plots for my books come from those simple activities.
What about you? How do you get creative? Check out other answers here:
What is a Pickleback you ask? Well in my latest Cocktails for You book, it’s both a place and a cocktail. The cocktail consists of a shot of Jameson whiskey or Jack Daniel’s followed by a shot of dill pickle juice or even the pickle itself. Now, you know.
How far will Andie go to pursue her dreams? Determined to marry only for love, Andie leaves the family’s cattle, horse, and oil empire to remake herself as a bartender at an LA Comedy Club. LJ, the new owner’s go-to man, a man with secrets, can resist temptation, but not the enticing bartender. When the truth comes out, will their love be strong enough to keep them together?
Andressa Myers is determined to live life on her own terms. Being an heiress to a multibillion dollar fortune is one thing, but having to marry one of the men her father considers the best bulls for his littlest heifer is another. She wants to be loved for herself, not Daddy’s billions. After suffering through a disastrous twenty-fifth birthday party where she meets four out of the five men her father has selected for her, she’s more determined than ever to find a husband on her own. Convincing her father to let her travel for a year is no small feat, but with her half-sisters help and a good old-fashioned hissy fit, she manages it. But Andie has no desire to travel. She wants to experience real life, and LA seems to be the perfect place to do it. All she needs is a job. After a few cosmetic alterations to her appearance, and a slight change to her name, Andie Harper gets hired as a bartender at an LA Comedy Club. With time running out and her search for Mr. Right seeming to have fizzled, she has to make a choice: go home and give up on love or beg Daddy to give her more time. Things go from bad to worse when she learns the club’s been sold to Rayburn Enterprises. The fifth suitor who failed to attend her party is none other than Cole Rayburn, the company’s new CEO, a man every bit as elusive as the legendary Howard Hughes. Fearing discovery, Andie’s concerns fade away when she recognizes the bar’s new manager. L J Simons, the man who worked as a waiter at her birthday party, is kind, considerate, movie-star gorgeous, but doesn’t recognize her. Sleeping with the boss is never a good idea, but she soon finds herself head over heels in love. Their relationship sizzles, and she’s certain that this is the man she’ll marry until, on the night of the club’s grand reopening, a woman with a mouth the size of Texas recognizes her. Will discovering her true identity destroy her relationship with LJ? But not all the secrets are revealed, and when that happens, will Andie stay or run away?
Check out this 5 star review.
I loved this story by Susanne Matthews, where we follow the journey of Andressa, a Texas cattle heiress, who wants to find love on her own terms, not her daddy’s money. After she gets the complete makeover she has always dreamed of, she decides to change her identity in search of true love – and she has one year to do it. She becomes Andie, a bartender and occasional comedian, and starts exploring new relationships, which end in hilarious disasters. However, the man meant for her is none other than a glimpse of her recent past. Amidst secrets and fake identities, will they manage to find real, genuine love? And will their love survive the web of lies it was built on? Find out in this beautiful, funny, heartwarming romance!
Love at the Pickleback is available in e-book format from all Amazon stores and free to read on Kindle Unlimited.
November is here and the screwy weather continues. Welcome to this week’s Tuesday Tales. This week’s word prompt is CAREFUL. I’m working on my NaNoWriMo novel A Case of Mistaken Identity.
Heavily pregnant with her third child, Lily Richmond sat behind the reception desk.
“Evie, nice to see you. It’s been ages. Jake’s on the phone, but as soon as he’s off, I’ll let him know you’ve arrived. How are you managing? Is it getting any easier?”
Even after seven years, people still thought of me as a poor widow before they considered me an efficient private eye—of course, this situation didn’t speak to my success at my job.
“I’ve been better,” I muttered, and then felt bad about that.
This wasn’t Lily’s fault. Just about everyone in my social circle knew the unfortunate circumstances of my husband’s accidental death. When I got called to the site where the boats had collided, I’d messaged him, but he hadn’t responded, the call going to voice mail. I hadn’t worried; it had been his day off, and he’d gone fishing with his best friend Luke. Too bad I hadn’t pushed and asked where. I might’ve sent someone else to do the recovery. As it was, I’d pulled four bodies from the river that day, a man whose blood alcohol level had been through the roof, a fifteen year old boy, Luke’s, and my husband’s. I hadn’t worked with the URT since. I’d closed the dive shop, stopped giving lessons, had gone back to my maiden name, and had gotten my PI license. I was doing my best to move on, but it was like some sick waltz … two steps forward and one step back.
Pulling myself together I shrugged. “Sorry, today isn’t my best day. How have you been? You certainly look the picture of health. When’s the baby due?”
Given her size, I expected the answer to be soon.
“Not until early December, and while it’s been a struggle with heartburn, Doc Wilson says I’m doing great.” She laughed. “When I agreed to cover Tricia’s holidays, I didn’t expect to have to use the bathroom every hour on the hour.” The light went off on the phone. “Let me tell Jake you’re here.”
She got up, waddled to the office door, and opened it.
“Jake, Evie’s here.”
“Send her in and hold my calls.”
I stood and hurried toward the door, hoping not to collide with the mother-to-be. Closing the door behind me, I approached the paper covered desk. How Jake could find anything in that mess was a mystery.
Welcome to this week’s Tuesday Tales. The last Tuesday in October brings with it lots of excitement as well as a touch of sadness. While the kids get ready for Trick or Treat, I’m digging out my warm clothing since there’s more than a nip of frost in the air. The temperature is 28F, -2C sounds so much colder, and the high today with be 54F, or 12C. Not exactly warm weather, but the sun is going to show its face, and that will defintely help.
This week, Tuesday Tales are written to the word prompt SCARED. Those of you who have enjoyed Listen to the Stones and want to read the entire book–and it’s a long one, the longest I’ve written to date–keep an eye fixed here on my blog for its release date, either by the end of this week or early next week.
My new work in progress is a romance-suspense/mystery. Since I love working with supernatural elements, there’s a touch of the paranormal in it–you can’t have a sunken ship and treasure without the possibility of a ghost or two, right? But ghosts come in all shapes and sizes. This will also be my NaNoWriMo book for 2024. I hope you’ll enjoy it. Although the writing doesn’t start officially until Friday, I jotted down a scene from the introduction for your readin pleasure. The book is titled, A Case of Mistaken Identity, set in Canada, is the first book in my new Evie Chambers Mystery Series. If you like Nancy Drew and Agatha Christie, this new series will be right up your alley. Enjoy.
Since Pete’s death five years ago, there had been good days and bad days, but today would go down as the worst one of them all.
How could this possibly have happened? I’d been so careful, so cautious, doing everything I could to keep my online accounts secure, and yet here it was. My identity had been stolen, and to make matters worse, whoever had done so had died.
This particular twist hadn’t occurred in any of the cases of identity theft that I’d investigated to date, so while I knew how to reestablish my credit, I had no idea how to resurrect myself from an early grave. Whether I cared to admit it or not, I was scared that getting out of this mess would be a lot harder than anything I’d had to do before. Proving I was alive couldn’t be that hard—I was breathing and had a pulse, my doctor could swear to that—but getting the government to acknowledge it was another matter entirely.
I looked at the bank clerk as if she’d grown a second head. It was true that she was new at her job—the badge inscribed Carla, trainee, said it all—but I was standing right in front of her, and unless she was blind…
“As I said that account has been suspended due to the death of the account holder. Until you can bring in a death certificate and a copy of the will, stating that you have inherited the money in the account, it can’t be accessed.”
She smiled and spoke with a finality that told me that as far as she was concerned, the matter was closed. Closed my eye!
Swallowing my strained-to-the-absolute-limit temper, I inhaled deeply.
“There’s been a mistake. This isn’t in the least bit funny. Do I look dead to you, Carla?”
Her head snapped around again as if she were surprised that I still stood there. Had she expected me to vanish in a puff of smoke?
She rolled her eyes as so many of her generation did when confronted with an older person who didn’t seem to get it. I was in my mid-thirties, not my late eighties for heaven’s sake, far from my dotage, even if my hair had turned white prematurely, a genetic condition I’d inherited from my mother’s side of the family. Good old family genes. You couldn’t pick your family anymore than you could pick your DNA.
Many belieleve that at this time of year, the veil between the realm of the living and that of the dead thins enough to allow the souls of the dead to walk among us once more. Others believe that can happen any day of the year. What do you believe? Are there such things as ghosts, demons, vampires, shapeshifters, and other creatures that go bump in the night? Can they be summoned by witches and wizards? Does dark magic exist as well as good? To every story, no matter how farfetched, there is a grain of truth.
There are places on this planet said to be more haunted than others, and one of those places is New Orleans. If that’s true, who can keep us safe? Who has the necessary tools to fight against evil and save the rest of us? Meet The Punishers, an elite group of paranormal crimefighters who keep the city safe for both the undead and the living, battling everything from Azazel, mentioned in the Bible to zombies.
Paranormal Detective Ellie Taggart, a rakshasa capable of assuming the shape of a tigress, has always worked alone, searching for those responsible for her mother’s murder. When an investigation results in the death of a close friend and vampire, she’s forced to partner with handsome and mysterious peredhil, Steve Cassidy. Like her, the half-human, half-elf uses his special talents to fight evil wherever it exists. Rogue vampires, shapeshifters, zombies, practitioners of black magic, poltergeists, ghosts—none of them can beat him. That is until someone or something no longer plays by the rules. There’s a new villain in New Orleans, one who threatens both the humans and non-humans who make the city home. Is the enemy Draug, the wizard who murdered Ellie’s mother centuries ago? Is it someone from Steve’s shrouded past intent on revenge? Or are they facing a new enemy with an agenda all his or her own? As the tigress and her partner search for answers, trying to prevent the bodies from piling up, they have to manage conflicting emotions and desires that threaten to overwhelm them. Can two such different creatures of the light join forces to defeat the darkness, or will the powers of evil triumph?
The ebook version of The Tigress is free on Amazon from October 28 until November 1, 2024, for your reading enjoyment. https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07Z5F4VNZ You can also read it in Kindle Unlimited, or in paperback format for $9.50 USD if you like to hold a book in your hands.
The Tigress is Book One of The Punishers Series. The Guardian is Book Two.
The past can always come back to haunt you.
After defeating the demon and casting him back into the abyss, Steve Cassidy and Ellie Taggart, the Tigress, expect a break, but evil never rests. Knud, a dark-elf and an immortal, has escaped from his prison in Niflheim, intent on exacting his revenge against all of those who sent him there, including Steve. To make matters worse, Knud has teamed up with both supernatural and human criminals—a Voodoo priest and magician with an axe to grind against the city’s preternatural population, and a paramilitary group with an agenda all their own. With a hurricane on the horizon, the lives of ten females and one male hang in the balance. With the help of a Vodun priestess, the head of the city’s Wicca coven, a selkie, merfolk, shapeshifters, and vampires, Steve, Ellie, Mike, and Chelsea, the Punishers, have 72 hours to find the missing yacht and rescue those aboard. Because if they don’t, by October 31st, all hell will break loose.
After months/years of putting off my visit to the doctor because of COVID and or other responsibilities that I felt were more important than sore hips, knees, and wrists, I decided in January 2024 that I would do something about it. In fact, if you look back, you’ll see it was one of my New Year’s Resolutions.
As often happens, life intervened. We went on a Caribbean cruise, and sadly my mother passed away shortly after our return. I didn’t handle it well and got depressed. I tried to deal with it by losing myself in my writing, but my body wouldn’t let me off the hook that easily. The pain got worse, and in May, I finally dragged myself to the doctor’s office. He ordered a whole lot of X-rays. When I saw him afterwards, he put me on medication for high blood pressure and told me that, while arthritis permeated my entire body, the right side worse than the left, it looked as if I would need hip replacement surgery. He recommended me to an orthopedic surgeon who forwarded the request to the hospital’s Joint Assessment Clinic. Knowing that these things take time, I settled down to wait for a call.
Since the pain and the problem weren’t going magically disappear, I did what I could to make life easier for myself. A couple of years ago, I’d added a second railing to my stairs–our home is a split level so you have to use stairs to go up or down. There’s no way around that. I took the bull by the horns and redid my bathroom to accommodate a walk-in tub, which has been a godsend. I then purchased slip-on shoes with a sturdy no-slip sole, sandals that tied around the ankle and kept my foot in place, and rubber-soled slippers. My greatest fear was falling since that was what led to my father’s death in 2019.
I got my father’s walker out of storage and cleaned it up. Since July, I have used a combination of a cane and a walker to get around–the cane for short distances, the walker for longer ones and uphill walking. Canes are useful, but when the hip starts to ache from standing, you’ve got to sit. Plus, there are times when I feel as if the knees or the hip are going to stop supporting me. It’s scary, but it is what it is.
When I got the call for the clinic visit, I was thrilled. I fully expected to be told that the hip wasn’t that bad and that I would need to be reassessed every six-months or so, but I hoped they could at least give me something to help manage the pain. So, mask in place because we are doing that here again, and using my walker, I registered at the hospitat desk and then went up to the third floor for the assessment.
The young physiotherapist was great. She was friendly and welcoming. The first thing she did was weigh me and take my height. As some of you know, I’ve worked very hard since COVID to lose the weight I’d gained. At one point, I was managing 10,000 steps a day. Needless to say, that went by the wayside when the pain in my hips and knees grew worse. Twisting the knee a couple of years ago was the beginning of the end.
The good news is that I have managed to keep off the weight I lost and even lose a few more pounds. The bad news is that I’ve shrunk. I was 60.05 inches tall, 5′.05″. I am now, 57 inches tall, or 4’9″, which means that at 160 lbs, I am still grossly overweight. It’s been hard losing what I have, so I don’t hold out much hope of ever losing enough to hit the 85.5 – 115.5 lbs range the chart recommends for my height and small-boned body frame. I may have weighed that when I was a preteen, but that was more than 60 years ago. As an aside, any of my friends who decided to go on a strict diet and lose a whole lot of weight ended up looking older than dirt. All of them died within a year of getting down to their so-called ideal weight. I weighed 140 lbs when I got married 53 years ago. So, with that in mind, I’ll try to lose another 10 lbs, but the way I see it, I just have to stop shrinking.
The physiotherapist then did an assessment on my knees and hips, asked a ton of questions and put me through a few mobility exercises before finally showing me my x-rays and explaining them to me. In short, the knees have moderate cartilage loss. If they bother me more, she suggested I might want to try cortisone shots–they’ll be my last resort. Similarly, my left hip has mild to moderate cartilage loss, but the bigger problem on that side right now is sciatica. Stretching, heat/cold, and exercise will help that. I’m on it. I purchased an ergonomic cushion for my desk chair which seems to be helping and keeping my hips bent at the required 90 degree angle.
Then, she explained the right hip. The cartilage is gone. It’s bone on bone which is what’s causing the pain. Cortisone won’t help, and so, I will be getting a total right hip replacement. She went through all the possible complications, explained everything to me, but while I may be a little chunky, my BMI is within acceptable range for the surgery. The procedure takes about two hours and is done as Day Surgery, which means I won’t have to spend the night in the hospital unless there are complications. To me, that’s hard to believe. When my father had his hip replaced, he was in for more than a week, and when my mother had hers, she was in for 4 or 5 days. Do you see a pattern here? It seems I got the unlucky gene.
Before they the surgery, they will ensure that I have everything in place at home to help me. After the surgery, they will get me up walking, show me how to get in and out of bed safely. Prior to discharge, they’ll make sure I can manage the stairs and arrange for ongoing physio. Essentially, other than not bending for any reason, not crossing my legs, and keeping my leg staight, it shouldn’t be too bad. I won’t be able to drive for six weeks, but I don’t do all that much driving now. I have a taller toilet, sturdy railings, and a walk-in tub. The best part is that the waiting list is only seven months, and since I live in Canada, it’s all covered by my health insurance. So, I have seven months to strengthen my core, and doing everything I can to make sure I’m in the best shape that I can be for life with that new hip.
Will it be easy? Probably not, and I can be quite stubborn and set in my ways, but in a year’s time, I should be right as rain. Getting old sucks, but it’s a privilege denied to many. I’ll grin and bear it.
One last piece of advice. Don’t ignore those aches and pains. Get your vaccines and do whatever you can to stay on this side of the grass. People are counting on you to be in their lives. .
Welcome to Tuesday Tales. This week, our word prompt is GREASY. This will be my last post from Listen to the Stones as the book is set to be released next week, just before Halloween. I hope you’ve enjoyed my convoluted tale of magic, mystery, and unusual standing stones. I apologize if the scene I’ve chosen to leave you on is a few words longer than usual. I’ll be back next week with a new cozy mystery for your enjoyment.
“I don’t feel well,” she mumbled, dropping down onto a stone in the center of the ring, her palm sliding against a greasy substance. Had she absorbed too much energy, or were the strange clouds drawing energy from her? Had Jerome led her into a trap? Had he drugged her? It would’ve been easy to drop something into her coffee or her soup. Was he the one who’d performed that rite? He certainly knew all about it, and he’d been with Bronagh when she died. He was determined to get the stones, but would he really kill her for them? How could she have been so stupid? Seduced by a pretty face, just like Merrow.
Before she could say or do anything else, the world around her spun the way it had in the tornado, the ground rippled, and everything went dark as if someone had turned off the sun. The colorful clouds vanished replaced by a sky devoid of stars, and mist crept along the ground, filling the space around her, blotting out everything.
“Jerome,” she cried, but the man who’d been standing next to her, the man she’d trusted, the man she’d thought might be the one she could love, was gone.
“Don’t be afraid, Lady Máire.”
She gripped the amulet and turned toward the voice.
The woman, dressed all in black, came around the stone. Was she the one who’d been cleaning the croft with Mhara? In the dim light, it was hard to tell, but her hair was black as coal. Aware that this wasn’t a dream and on the verge of panicking once more, Marina stood and raised her chin in defiance.
“Whatever you and Jerome have planned, it won’t work. People know I was coming here. They’ll look for me. I don’t know who you are, nor do I understand how you can make places appear and disappear, but is this how you plan to have me vanish without a trace? What have you done with him?”
“I’ve done nothing with the writer. He’s exactly where he was. I had expected you to be less skittish this time, but your mind is more confused than ever. Like this, it will be hard for you to understand what’s expected of you.”
Marina ignored the woman’s last words for the moment.
“If Jerome is where he was, which was by my side, why can’t I see him? As for being skittish, wouldn’t you be? And as for what’s expected of me … it would be nice is someone actually explained what that was. Now, if Jerome is where I left him, where am I? And what does he have to do with what’s happening?”
“Nothing. I’ve pulled your spirit between dimensions so that we can talk freely.”
That’s it. I hope you enjoyed this rather long story. Come back next week for something new. Don’t forget to check out the other Tuesday Tales.
Living the Dream 