Welcome to this week’s Tuesday Tales. Autumn arrived officially on September 22, 2025. It seems like only yesterday that it was summer that we were welcoming. I swear the days are shorter, and that has nothing to do with the amount of sunlight. I don’t seem to get as much done each day as I would like.

This week, the authors at Tuesday Tales are gearing our posts around the word STUBBORN. I’m continuing with my Christmas Romance Comedy, Naughty Rudolph. We’re back with Rudy. Enjoy.

I was about to knock on Mara’s door again, when the tumblers fell into place. She’d locked it, putting an end to any possibility of further conversation. Who could blame her? There must’ve been a better way to apologize for subjecting her to Hazel’s rant, a better way to explain that bitch’s brand on me, a better way to reassure her that everything would be okay, but I’d blown it. I made my living with words, and yet here I was practically speechless.

Hadn’t I known that this was not the time nor the place to end my relationship with Hazel? And yet, when she’d threatened Callie, I’d gone all bull in a china shop, my stubborn need to protect my daughter wiping every sensible thought from my mind. And it hadn’t stopped there.

We don’t want the same thing. Another way of saying, it isn’t you, it’s me. I’d probably sounded like the inconsiderate jerk who’d put his financial aspirations before Mara’s happiness. The truth was that after knowing her less than six hours, I was certain that we wanted the same things. All I had to do was figure out how to sweep her off her feet, turn her hatred for cold into love for it, and make this the best damn Christmas she’d ever have, the one that would leave her wanting more. Not an easy task, especially when I only had two weeks to do it—and Hazel had thrown a damn wrecking ball at her.

As I passed the top of the stairs, I could hear voices murmuring, some raised louder than others. I wasn’t ready to face anyone in the elf costume, especially not with Hazel’s brand on me. I stopped to check on Callie. She was still sleeping and probably would right through the night. I turned the corner and entered my room.

Going into the washroom, I stripped off the accursed leotards and the tunic. Using soap and hot water, I scrubbed what was left of Hazel’s lipstick off my mouth. Damn the woman! I’d known the showdown was coming; I just hadn’t expected it with a houseful of guests.

I donned my comfortable jeans, a green plaid shirt, and slipped my feet into loafers. Well aware that the MBA would have questions for me, I left the room and headed downstairs. Would it be too much to hope that Hazel had left?

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Wow! Mid-September. Days are already shorter and cooler. This week, the authors from Tuesday Tales are writing to the word prompt LEAFY. I’m continuing with Naughty Rudolph, my Christmas Romance Comedy.

Rudy placed his hand at the small of my back , and I trembled.

“I’m sorry about that, Mara.” He led me up the stairs and turned right at the landing. “The family occupies rooms the other way.”

“It wasn’t your fault. I should’ve realized someone would notice it was a wig sooner or later. By the way, I may not be a cosmetician, but that shade of red isn’t your color.”

He reddened and swiped at his lips with the back of his hand.

“Hazel thought her future included me. I never agreed to any such thing and told her so. Unfortunately, she vented her anger on you.”

When we reached my room in the guest wing, he unlocked the door and handed me the key.

“Do you want to call it a day or are you really still on for tonight?”

Knowing that I would lose this battle if I didn’t make an appearance, I shrugged.

“I’m game, if you are. If your girlfriend is there, she won’t be happy with you.”

He stiffened. “Whether or not Hazel is happy is none of my concern. We had … fun together, I’ll give her that, but as your ex-boyfriend put it, we want different things. My daughter comes first. The woman who wins my heart has to win hers. So, are you still up for beer, a burger with that leafy stuff Molly puts on it, and karaoke?”

I grinned. If that was the way to his heart, I was off to a good start. Callie and I were already friends.

“Hell, yeah. I’ve never been one to let bullies win the day.”

He chuckled. “In that case, I’ll see you in the parlor at eight-thirty.”

“I’ll be the one wearing this sweater and dark hair.”

And, with Callie in bed, I could ask about my resemblance to his deceased wife because it was a given that a lot of people, including Hazel, had realized that.

As soon as he closed the door, I walked over and locked it. With more anger that I realized I still had, I tore off the wig and tossed it across the room where it landed on the seat of the rocking chair. I bent over and removed the pins and elastic I’d used to secure my hair in place and shook out my tresses. Then, I scratched my scalp until I was afraid it would bleed. Finally, I slipped to the floor and collapsed into tears. So much for my perfect vacation in Miami.

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Welcome to this week’s Tuesday Tales. Summer is coming to a close, but things are heating up for Mara and Rudy. Have you ever felt that instantaneous attraction, a pull greater than any other? I’m continuing with Naughty Rudolf, my Christmas Romance Comedy. Now that Mara has accepted her fate, the possibilities are endless.

“I guess I just inherited Mom’s dislike for the cold.” I shrugged. “Monkey see, monkey do, right?”

He chuckled. “Yeah. That’s always been one of Callie’s games, too.”

What was wrong with me? Overshare much? His question had been simple enough, but I’d answered it with not only a significant portion of my life’s history but my mother’s medical condition.

“But your mother’s illness must’ve been tough on you. My wife Becca disliked the cold,” he continued, his eyes fixed on the road ahead of us. “Thankfully, Callie loves the outdoors, no matter the temperature. The key to staying warm is to dress properly in layers. Nell’s family comes from the North, and they are experts at this. Wool is best against the skin, but there are a lot of good thermal garments out there for people who don’t like wool. I’m not saying that clothes can change your mind about the cold, but technology has come a long way. I’ve got a few ideas that may help. I want you to enjoy every single moment that you’re here. For example, tight gloves like yours, even if they are lined, may not be the best when it’s really cold.”

His words, and the glance he tossed my way, made heat pool in my stomach. Here he was discussing my gloves, and my lady parts were twitching. How weird was that? I’d heard of people being attracted to one another this way, but I’d never believed it could happen to me. How had Rachel put it? Magnetic attraction?

Did he feel the same way? He seemed to be flirting with me, but if he was, it had to be the whole damsel in distress thing—or maybe the blonde wig that was making my scalp itch.

I swallowed the sudden knowledge that soured my stomach. I was a fraud. A dark almost black-haired brunette masquerading as a golden blonde. I didn’t even know how to wash and dry the damn thing, and it was bound to need some kind of sprucing up before my fourteen days here were over. I would have to look for one of those hats that completely covered my head, so that I could leave “Blondie” at home now and then. Another thought surfaced. What if someone realized it was a wig? How would they react to that? How would Rudy? Would they feel cheated? It was bad enough that I wasn’t the sweet old lady they’d expected.

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Wow! September already! Where has the year gone? This month’s question is one that is in every author’s mind.

September 3 question – What are your thoughts on using AI, such as GPChat, Raptor, and others with your writing? Would you use it for research, story bible, or creating outlines\beats?

It is my intention, at least at this point in time, never to use any form of AI in my actual writing. My cover artists uses it for my covers, and I have used it to create images that I have posted with my Tuesday Tales excerpts of my work in progress, but not for the actual writing itself. Occasionally, when I am researching, the AI generated post will present itself first, but as a rule, I search out more reliable sources of information. I’ve discovered that AI is often wrong, or lacking in some necessary points required for my stories. If the day comes when my imagination fails me, and I have to rely on a robot to write my and then claim that as my work, I will quit writing.

I do know authors who use AI in the work, and I don’t condemn them. Everyone has to do what is best for them, but it just isn’t for me. AI has its uses, and I do use the AI voices to put out the audio versions of some of my books since I could never afford to do it any other way, but I write the book myself. That’s it for this month. See you in October.

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Welcome to this week’s Tuesday Tales. This week, the other members of the group and I are writing to the word prompt BLAND. I’m continuing with Naughty Rudolph, my Christmas Romance Comedy; however, I’ve added a new twist to this book. While it to is written in the first person, it will have two points of view, identified at the top of the chapter or scene break with the character’s name. Today’s entry is from Rudy. It’s from slightly earlier in the story, but it seemed like a good time to let you all in on the fine print and what gave me the idea for the book in the first place. Since this book is part of the Cocktails for You series, its cover is similar to the others. Enjoy.

I nodded and smiled.

At my daughter’s pleading, I’d agreed to allow her to have her hair cut, but I’d refused to let her cut it as short as she’d wanted. I’d given in and permitted the hairdresser to add a few blond streaks to the front of it, enough to frame her face, and she’d seemed satisfied with that. Now that she was back in school, it appeared that she’d decided to draw everyone’s attention away from her hair with outrageous clothing choices. I suppose it could be worse. That was the problem with being a single dad and spending so much time away from home. Nell did the best she could, but she wasn’t getting any younger, and while I’d dated while I’d been in various states and countries, I hadn’t met anyone I would consider wife or mother material.

“I’ll clean up and meet you in the kitchen,” I finished, my voice bland. I didn’t want her to know how much was riding on this.

Nell nodded and headed up the stairs.

I had a meeting with the Miami Business Association this afternoon at one, and I wanted to work out all the kinks in my plans before I presented the idea to them. I just hoped that Molly Richards would stand by me; after all, she was the one who’d planted the idea in my head.

Miami’s Christmas traditions were well worth celebrating, and if the right people saw the documentary … this could be the best thing to happen to this town since 1995 when Scruff Connors and Larry Updike, radio DJs from Winnipeg, pulled a prank and offered listeners a trip to Miami to watch the Superbowl. I was too young to see the prank play out, but Jerry Richards, owner of Dick’s Bar and Grill remembers it fondly. Fifteen people showed up at the airport, and were they pissed! They’d expected a flight to Miami, Florida, not a bus ride to Miami, Manitoba. While they seemed to have a good time with free food and drinks, a few complained to the papers about the stunt. Sadly, the DJs lost their jobs, but tourism went up–until the pandemic.

I would have to make sure that the contest rules were crystal clear and remind everyone who entered to read the fine print. I wanted to draw attention to the town, not get the pants sued off of us.

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Midway through August! Time is going by far too quickly! This week, the Authors of Tuesday Tales are basing our scenes on the word EASY. I’m continuing with my Christmas Romance Comedy, Naughty Rudolph.

“Doug didn’t call, did he?”

“No,” I swallowed the disappointment I’d felt. “That made following through with this easy. I thought he might send an invitation—I mean I would’ve paid my own flight, but he didn’t even send a handwritten card or an online message. I was copied on an e-card he send to at least fifty people, although the addresses were suppressed. I sent him a beautiful Christmas card. I even mentioned how much I missed him … I guess it was all in my head. I won’t make the same mistake again. I won’t give him a second chance even if he comes crawling on his belly with a ring the size of the Hope Diamond.” The loud speaker crackled and my flight was called. We stood, gathered our purses and my backpack, and headed to the door.

Once outside the lounge, Rachel hugged me before stepping back, her eyes bright with tears. She straightened her coat and pulled her purse up onto her shoulder.

“You go on this magical, mystery tour vacation and have the time of your life. Bask in the sun, sip sugary drinks, dance the night away, and forget all about Doug the slug. Call me as soon as you know what’s waiting for you in Winnipeg. Take lots of pictures and be prepared to give me all the details in January.”

I promised once more to stay in touch, waved at her, and turned toward the domestic gates. Winnipeg was just the first step. Miami, here I come.

Never having flown first class, I wasn’t prepared for the luxury that entailed. When I arrived at the gate, there were at least a hundred people waiting, and I groaned at the thought of jostling my way onto the plane. No such problem. Class 1 passengers boarded the plane before the other passengers. There were twelve seats in Business Class. Each seat had plenty of leg room. I had a window seat, and so far, no one was seated next to me, although I expected that to change. This part of the plane had a flight attendant to itself and a bathroom of its own. I was contemplating the luxury when the flight attendant came around with a tray of champagne and orange juice. There was enough room in the champagne glass—no plastic in here—to add the orange juice, which I did, making it simple version of a mimosa.

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