Hi everyone! Cynthia, thank you for letting me be a guest on your blog today!

Welcome to November! At this time last year, I was gearing up to release my debut book, The Secret Santa Wishing Well. November 17 marks the end of my first year in publishing. My fourth and latest upcoming release is another Christmas title, called On the 12th Date of Christmas. This book…I didn’t expect it. Had no idea I’d be writing it. It’s the ‘follow up’ to Secret Santa.

My beta reader was the first one to ‘hint’ at a story for one of Secret Santa’s secondary characters. Her name is Robin, and she is a very important person in Cheyenne and her children’s lives. When the book came out, I had a few more people want more! So, I thought and thought some more. I think it might have been January when I asked “So who wants more of the Secret Santa characters in a story for Robin?” From the enthusiastic response, I knew what I had to do.

I knew it wasn’t going to be writing the story until at least the summer for a fall release. It gave me time to think about it. I had to give the story the same feeling I did in Secret Santa.

I kept struggling with a story for Robin. Then I was having a conversation with my husband, who is a very big supporter in my writing career. Often times over dinner we plot out stories. I told him I wasn’t sure if there’d be a follow up this year or not. I couldn’t come up with a story for Robin. So we came up with different ideas, and the gears started rolling around in my head.

It took a little more plotting and planning, but the story idea came to me.

And in a little more than a week, On the 12th Date of Christmas will be released.

My betas and early ARC review team has been loving the story so far! I have a friend who I’ve known since 2005 that is reading it and it’s her first taste of one of my books…She’s normally a sci/fi fantasy reader and she’s really enjoying the book.

Oh, and that beta reader that first suggested Robin’s story has planted another idea in my head. So….there’s more of these characters to come. Tune in mid 2014 for details on that one!

I love my job!

Thanks for following me along today! I’d love to give away a copy of my debut, The Secret Santa Wishing Well. One lucky commenter gets an e-copy of the story.

Blurb:

After being mugged, Robin Sorenson is left shaken and her spirit in humanity broken. Worse, she’s not sure how to deal with the new anxieties or who to confide in since she’s always preached to pick oneself up and move on. Yeah, she’s been the go to girl when anyone’s had problems.
Christmas is coming, and her belief in magic and miracles has faded.

Then Jonas comes back.

Jonas Aimes made a mistake. A big one, when he walked away from Robin a year earlier. He’d loved her, always had and still does, but his desire to please his aging and strict parents took precedence. Back from the overseas internship they’d struggled to get him in, he plans on winning Robin back. What he didn’t count on was discovering the shell of the vivacious woman he’d loved.

Broken.

Remembering her love of Christmas, Jonas pulls the holiday heartstrings. What? All is fair and love and war. Right?

Twelve days, Twelve Dates.

Robin is speechless when Jonas not only refuses to leave her alone, but dares her to accept his cheesy holiday themed challenge. Twelve dates to give him a chance to prove he loves her and is never leaving her again.

But in the season known for miracles can Robin find the magic needed to open her heart and faith once more…or will she forever wonder about the ghost of the Christmas past that could have been?(

Add to Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18483703-on-the-12th-date-of-christmas“Is it him?” Cheyenne whispered from behind her.

EXCERPT:
Robin nodded and focused, taking another picture. “Yup. I’m going to send him a picture text. Of himself.” She giggled, punching the appropriate buttons on her phone to do the task. “I don’t know how soon he’ll check it.”

“Can I help you ladies?” A spiky haired, scrawny man stood behind them now, eyes narrowed. Robin straightened her spine. Ah, but they must look a little suspicious.

“No. Just ready to embarrass my boyfriend.” She cracked a grin. Whoa. She’d said boyfriend. Well, that made the most sense to tell the guy, as he already stared at them with a frown. He probably wondered just what mischief they were up to.

“Is he the Santa unknowingly having his picture taken by you?” The frown on the guy’s face disappeared as the corners of his lips twitched.

“Absolutely. And I just sent him the picture, too.” Robin stuck her phone back in her pocket, stealing another glance over at Jonas. At any time, he would pull out his phone to pretend to check the time, when he’d really be peeking at his texts. At this time, there were no kids around him, as they all scurried off with their families. Any second now. And boom. The moment she’d been waiting for. The quick sneak into his pocket, pulling the phone out slightly. Then he snapped his head up, searching searching his surroundings. She tried to back up, ended up bumping Cheyenne which caught them both off guard. That only caused a bigger distraction and Jonas caught sight of them. He smiled and waved.

“Well, he’s on to you now.” The guy smirked.

“Yes, I’ve already noticed that. We’ll be going now. Have a great day.” Robin tugged on Cheyenne’s sleeve, pulling her away. They both burst into laughter as they approached Jonas. “That was a bit embarrassing!” She whispered to Cheyenne, who nodded. Heat rushed to her cheeks. Cheyenne’s were red as she stifled another giggle.

“Ho ho ho!” He said cheerfully. “Santa doesn’t appreciate sneaky women taking pictures of him. You two are on the naughty list this year.” His eyes sparkled with laughter as he couldn’t take them off of Robin.

“I’m shaking in my boots.” Robin shivered for effect. She looked him up and down. “You’ve gained a lot of weight since I saw you last. What in the world is in your diet?” She poked at his fake pudgy belly, laughing at the way he pushed her hand away.

“Hey! Santa does not appreciate naughty girls poking at his belly, either!”

“Boy, Santa doesn’t appreciate much this year, does he? Have a little cheer! No more of your grumbling.” Robin cracked, elbowing Cheyenne as they both laughed.

Jonas reached into his pocket and handed her a dime. “Here, why not make a wish? Then be on your merry old way and leave this Santa to his work.” A gentle laugh came from his lips. Robin knew he enjoyed this just as much.

“Can I wish myself off the naughty list?” Robin batted her eyelashes at him, edging closer to the well and prepared to drop the coin in.

“It doesn’t work that way, young lady. Santa loves the flirting, but you’re still on the list.” Jonas said close to her ear. How many more times could he get another shiver out of her?

“Darn.” She feigned a sad face, then dropped the coin in after thinking of a wish. “Despite your pudgy belly, you make a really hot Santa.” She backed away from him with a smile.

“Santa will be calling you with details for your second date.” Jonas used a deep rumbling voice.

“I’ll be looking forward to it. Have a good day, Santa.” Robin waved at him. Her spirits lifted as she walked away with Cheyenne. A few feet away, they looked at one another and burst into laughter.

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Happy Halloween, EVERYONE! This is my absolutely FAVORITE holiday! No, wait, I’m supposed to say Hi first. Hi, everyone. It’s Jesse Kimmel-Freeman here! HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

This year is especially fun because my son is 5 and my daughter is 2, so I cannot wait until tonight when we are out trick or treating! We have our costumes already! My son is being a ninja!

My daughter is being the cutest little witch EVER!

Speaking of witches, Happy New Year to all the witches out there. May this new year bring you a full heart and belly, and enough good times to help you through whatever comes your way!
This year to get in the mood for Halloween, I decided to take on a small project that kept me up for nights unable to go to sleep at night. You see… I am a fraidy cat. No, that doesn’t even begin to explain the epic levels of fear that I can create with my overactive imagination. I found 13 common urban legends and retold them so they were more like real stories. I’m sure you’re like “Urban legends, pfft, I eat those for breakfast!” Yeah, well, I don’t. I don’t read scary stories, watch scary movies- na da! I am freaking scared! LOL. So this task was UBER hard and fun. It was really fun to see the common themes in urban legends- man, I must admit they are seriously sexist! And everyone in them are just plain stupid! No, that isn’t fair… they aren’t stupid (I don’t like that word), they are the most naive and gullible people in existence. Did that make writing the scary stories any easier? Oh, heck no! I actually had to wake up my husband several times just to take me to the bathroom or to turn on the light in the closet of the bedroom. Yes, I really am that bad!

So I hope that if you tell scary stories as part of your Halloween, remember some of us are just plain chicken and it isn’t nice to tease! LOL. So for you out there that love a quick read that might cause you to reconsider that creak in the house, I’ve made Don’t Be Afraid: 13 Urban Legends Retold free for today only. Here is the Amazon link http://amzn.com/B00FVQCK6K.

I hope everyone has a safe and happy Halloween! Remember this is the time when the veil is thinnest, so try not to upset the ghosts and spirits of the past that might be lingering near you!

About Jesse:
Jesse has studied anthropology and used her “education” as an excuse to hang out with vampires- her masters’ thesis was going to be modern vampire culture. They really do exist. Vampires have been her obsession since she was about five years old when she swears she was bitten by one.

She enjoys reading and writing. But most importantly being a crazy mom to her son, new daughter, and ever growing pet family. Singing silly songs at the top of her lungs and embarrassing her son is one of her favorite activities. She considers herself to be an odd duck.

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IT’S ALWAYS HALLOWEEN ON A SPACE STATION – by Vijaya Schartz

Imagine a woman Samurai bounty hunter, walking the space station promenade in full black armor and protruding steel and plasma blades, with a cheetah trained to retrieve fugitives. Well, this is my heroine, Akira, and it’s not Halloween, although some of the aliens out there might look a little strange. This is just daily business on Borealis, a decrepit space station at the fringe of conquered space. Yep. We are in the 2600s and man has spread throughout the galaxies. There is a war going on, and the rebel planets are gaining on the dictatorial Transplanetary Protectorate.

BOREALIS IX: AKIRA’S CHOICE

Science Fiction Romance Novella

By Vijaya Schartz

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Bounty hunter Akira Karyudo knew something didn’t add up when she accepted her assignment. Why would the Trans Planetary Protectorate want a kidnapped orphan dead or alive?

She will get to the truth once she finds the boy, and the no good SOB who snatched him from a psychiatric hospital. With her cheetah, Freckles, a genetically enhanced feline retriever, Akira sets out to flush them out of the bowels of the BOREALIS space station. But when she finds her fugitives, the man is not what she expects.

Markku, a decorated rebel soldier, only protects his nephew from the authorities, who performed painful experiments on the boy. Stuck on Borealis, he hides the child. But how can he shield him from the horribly dangerous conditions in the lawless sublevels of the decrepit space station?

Akira faces the worst moral dilemma of her career. Law or justice, duty or love. She can’t have it both ways.

EXCERPT 1 – First meeting:

Two thugs stalked away to follow the cheetah.

“Go after that cat and you’re dead!” The strong baritone voice came from a tall man aiming a blaster at the two hoodlums.

He stepped out of the shadows, in full paramilitary gear. His left hand held a long knife. He sidled toward Akira, circling the thugs, who started to retreat at the sight of his blaster.

“Mind your own business.” Akira didn’t appreciate unwanted help.

The man stepped closer. “These goons know nothing about civilized rules of fighting. They want your body, your hide, your cat for its meat, and your armor and weapons.”

“I know that.” Who did this man think she was? A neophyte? “There is no honor in killing defenseless creatures.”

“There is no honor in this place.” His gaze skimmed the sorry lot holding an assortment of blades and clubs, some with protruding metal spikes. “Believe me, they are far from defenseless.”

The thugs kept their distance from the blaster aimed at them, but they did not retreat.

“Still. I refuse to kill if there is another way.” None of those rejects would threaten her individually, but their number could present a challenge. As more joined the group, she counted two dozen.

The louts glanced at one another with indecision. At least, they understood the warning. She was trained and dangerous. Not to be trifled with. They widened their half circle in front of her, still hesitating, but they held their ground. Chikusho.

In a few long steps, the stranger joined her side. From his walk and the way he held his weapons, she could tell he had military training. He didn’t look like a TPP soldier, though. Something wild lurked in his clear blue gaze. A free thinker. A bounty hunter like her? Or perhaps a rebel?

“You look like you could use some help.”

“Do I?” Unbelievable. “Why should I trust you?” She couldn’t help the derision in her voice. “For all I know, you could be their leader, luring me into a trap.”

He chuckled and shook his head. “I’m not one of them, and you are in more trouble than you know.”

“Get out of my way.” Akira clicked open the metal claws of her forearm braces then unsheathed a titanium short sword and adopted a defensive stance. “I work alone.”

He laughed. “And I’m telling you, this is no place for a warrior from a distant past. Especially, one who cares about something as futile as honor.”

EXCERPT 2 – The kiss:

Ever so gently, he brought his face closer to hers, his gaze fixed on her lips. She’d secretly dreamed of this moment. How could she deny him? Her entire being yearned for his kiss.

Her desire betrayed her, and her mouth opened slightly, then his lips brushed hers, soft, tentative at first. He nibbled her lower lip, making her want him even more. A soft moan escaped her. Akira’s consciousness hinged on their gentle kiss.

Then, as if on cue, he drew her tight against him and claimed her mouth, imperious and fierce, like the warrior he was. She let him ravage her, enjoying his male scent, his strong will and determination. Warmth flooded her body. She tingled all over with life, and the awareness of him.

Unable to remain passive any longer, she responded in kind. The places where their bodies touched burned with fire. Her hands cradled his head, her body arched closer, as if to melt into his. By the golden rays of Amaterasu, she didn’t know a kiss could be so powerful.

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Please help me welcome Lynn Cahoon to my blog today. She’s got a great blog for you and I know would love your comments.

Writing from the heart.

We all have them. The stories that we call the one from our heart. For me, Marriage Not Included is one of those heart stories. Not because I wanted to be a defender of the heritage seed movement, but the places and events my heroine experiences are all from my ‘real’ home town.

Kuna, Idaho was a small town surrounded by farm land. I rode the bus an hour to school, winding through the mile long ‘blocks’ which on our street had six houses. My best friend lived a half mile away. And getting together after school with anyone was out of the question, until I passed my driver’s exam.

My graduating class was 60 strong. We would have been 63 but a couple didn’t pass their final exams and one guy moved into the more structured facility on the east side of town, the state penitentiary, before graduating.

But years later and many miles away, I can still hear the cows mooing gently in the pasture, the warm summer nights when we sat outside in the dark, watching for the stars, and the angst I felt as a teenager, wanting to be anywhere but were I was. I dreamed of living in New York, going to school in a small New England college, living a life I could only imagine.

I didn’t move to New York or graduate from an Ivy League college. And I don’t live in the same small town where I grew up. I do imagine my hometown and the joy of a little girl riding her first horse. Or planting her first row in her garden.

Simple lives. Of course, now my ‘small town’ is a bedroom community of the larger Boise. The new high school I graduated from is now the old high school. Time passes. Sometimes for the better.
I like to think the world Lauren and Miles resided in helps to preserve my memories of that simpler time.

What type of setting do you like in your stories? Are you a country girl (or guy) at heart? Or do you yearn for big city adventure like the teenaged me?

Marriage Not Included
Lauren is headed back to school, this time not as a fun loving coed but to achieve her dream of turning the family farm into Idaho’s first Heritage Seed Center. Selling organic produce at the local farmers market, she meets Miles. After an unexpected act of kindness toward her daughter, Lauren agrees to one date.

As a VP and heir apparent to HN Seeds, the family business, Miles unknowingly holds the future of Lauren’s farm in his hands. Lauren’s looking for anything but a romance. She’s got too much on her plate to risk the distraction. But he plays the one card Lauren can’t resist, family. Miles needs Lauren and her daughter to feel at home. And Lauren needs Miles and his large extended family more than she knows. But can she forgive the one betrayal that would ruin all of her plans for the future?

Available at Amazon – http://www.amazon.com/Marriage-Not-Included-ebook/dp/B00CXAB1ZI
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BIO – Lynn Cahoon is a contemporary romance author with a love of hot, sexy men, real and imagined. Her alpha heroes range from rogue witch hunters, modern cowboys, or hot doctors, sexy in scrubs. And her heroines all have one thing in common, their strong need for independence. Or at least that’s what they think they want. She blogs at her website www.lynncahoon.wordpress.com

Please help me welcome Marie Higgins to my blog today. One lucky commentor today will receive a print copy of Marie’s book WAITING FOR YOU (US Only), so be sure and leave her a comment. Marie has written a wonderful blog about time travel. Read on….

Somewhere In Time –

The man of my dreams has almost faded now. The one I have created in my mind. The sort of man each woman dreams of, in the deepest and most secret reaches of her heart. I can almost see him now before me. What would I say to him if he were really here? “Forgive me. I have never known this feeling. I have lived without it all my life. Is it any wonder, then, I failed to recognize you? You, who brought it to me for the first time. Is there any way that I can tell you how my life has changed? Any way at all to let you know what sweetness you have given me? There is so much to say. I cannot find the words. Except for these: I love you”. Such would I say to him if he were really here. ~~Elise McKenna

Back To The Future –

Marty McFly: Wait a minute, Doc. Ah… Are you telling me that you built a time machine… out of a DeLorean?
Dr. Emmett Brown: The way I see it, if you’re gonna build a time machine into a car, why not do it with some style?

George McFly: Lorraine. My density has popped me to you.

Kate & Leopold –

Leopold: That thing is a damned hazard!
Kate: It’s just a toaster!
Leopold: Well, insertion of bread into that so-called toaster produces no toast at all, merely warm bread! Inserting the bread twice produces charcoal. So, clearly, to make proper toast it requires one and a half insertions, which is something for which the apparatus doesn’t begin to allow! One assumes that when the General of Electric built it, he might have tried using it. One assumes the General might take pride in his creations instead of just foisting them on an unsuspecting public.
Kate: You know something? Nobody gives a rat’s ass that you have to push the toast down twice. You know why? Because everybody pushes their toast down twice!
Leopold: Not where I come from.
Kate: Oh, right. Where you come from, toast is the result of reflection and study!
Leopold: Ah yes, you mock me. But perhaps one day when you’ve awoken from a pleasant slumber to the scent of a warm brioche smothered in marmalade and fresh creamery butter, you’ll understand that life is not solely composed of tasks, but tastes.

Timeline –

Robert Doniger: Yeah, yeah, look. We need cultural experts, not scientists. My people simply don’t know about the medieval world, or how to mingle with the locals, which is what we’re gonna have to do, if we’re going to find the professor and bring him back.
Marek: So that’s it? We just step on that machine and wiz back to 1357?

The Time Traveler’s Wife –

Alba at Nine: Tell me the story of how you and Mama met?
Henry DeTamble: Doesn’t she tell you?
Alba at Nine: She does, but not like you do.
Henry: Well, it was right here in this meadow. And one fine day, your mom, who’s just a tiny little thing, goes out to the clearing, and there’s a man there.
Alba: With no clothes.
Henry: Not a stitch on him. And after she gives him the blanket she happens to be carrying, he explains to her that he’s a time traveler. Now, for some reason I’ll never understand, she believes him.
Alba: ‘Cause it’s true.

What kind of research goes into writing a time-travel novel? Do you need some kind of time machine like the DeLorean…or will a penny be enough?

Lately, I have become fascinated with time-travel stories…and movies. Every writer puts a different spin on their plot, which is what I love. It’s so intriguing to read how someone from our time can be sent back (or forward) to another dimension. I love reading how that person adjusts—or at least tries to adjust—to their new world, and then what steps they take to return to their own time.

Over the years, many movies have grabbed my curiosity mainly because of the time-travel element. In Back To the Future, Doc & Marty tried to create a new way to get Marty back home—without messing up the time-continuum. The intrigue of waiting for that moment, and almost not making it, kept me captivated. In Timeline it was the fast-paced story of trying to find the one man they were sent back in time to get, only to have everything go wrong at every turn. In Kate & Leopold…okay, mainly I loved this story because of the romance, and hullo—Hugh Jackman! (heehee) But I loved how he was sent forward in time, only for her to go back in time. Loved that concept! And with Somewhere In Time, (dreamy sigh) it was a wonderful romance that lasted throughout the years, combined with the romantic music…(another sigh). Yes, that is one of my all-time favorites.

I think one of the reasons I like time-travels so much is because I find myself thinking about how I would change my life if I knew what I did and could travel back in time to change it… I also think of how I would like to experience the 1800’s (Regency or even Victorian England) if just for a week; to see what the gentlemen were really like, and how the women of those times really behaved. After a week though, I’m sure I’d want to return to my own time.

I have written a couple of time-travel novels. Each one has a different twist to the time-travel element. I tried to combine all the things I enjoy reading or watching movies that make the storyline interesting. I invite you to check out “Waiting for You”, and coming soon, “Love Lost in Time”.

Here is the blurb and snippet from my book, “Waiting for You”.

When a beautiful woman claiming to be a ghost from 1912 appears in Nick Marshal’s new office and begs for help in solving her murder, he’s intrigued enough to consider her plea. A scandal that rocked Hollywood almost destroyed his law practice, so taking on a client who insists she’s dead seems a good way to refresh his career. The more history he uncovers, the deeper he falls for the ghost. Abigail Carlisle believes Nick is her heart’s true desire, but how can happily ever after happen when she’s already dead?

**excerpt**

“Excuse me if I’m intruding.”

A feminine voice broke his concentration, and he swung around. A woman rose from the brown leather chair in front of his desk. Confused, Nick glanced from the woman to the closed office door and back again. When did she get here? His face heated from embarrassment. She must have been in the office waiting for him when he’d arrived with Vanessa. But why hadn’t he noticed her until now?

Not believing his eyes, he blinked and ran his gaze over the strange woman again. She definitely didn’t look like a model from a style magazine, like Vanessa did. Instead this woman looked as if she had stepped off the set of a motion picture from the early 1900s—or a historic magazine.

His visitor smoothed a hand down the side of her ankle-length dark brown skirt decorated with entirely too much lace. Her silk blouse was the darkest purple he’d ever seen, and the color brought out her amazing cobalt eyes. Her clothes contoured her body nicely yet were modest, especially in this day and age. Her dark brunette hair was swept up beneath a flat purple hat decorated with an outlandish matching bow-shaped flower in front. White-laced gloves encased her slender hands, adding to the olden-day glamor style. Even her proper posture spoke of an old-time society dame. Yet her smooth, youthful face told him she wasn’t old at all—probably somewhere in her mid-twenties. And her eyes… He’d never seen such intriguing blue eyes before.
The oddly dressed lady cleared her throat and stepped closer. “Forgive me for interrupting.”

Despite the musical lilt to her voice, the trace of British intonation brought to mind the high-and-mighty aristocrats Nick had rubbed elbows with at his last firm. With quick fingers, he straightened his tie and came forward. “Uh, no, ma’am. You didn’t interrupt anything important. I’m sorry you had to witness that, um, display just now.”

Her lips remained stretched in a thin line and he couldn’t quite tell if she was irritated at him—and at the situation—or not.

“Are you Mr. Nicholas Marshal?” she asked in a choked voice, almost as if she was holding her breath.

He maintained a professional smile, but after what she’d caught him doing, it was hard not to feel like digging a hole and sticking his head inside…then covering it up. Maybe Vanessa set out to sabotage his first day in a new town after all.

“Yes, I’m Nick.”

“The solicitor?”

Solicitor? Who uses that term anymore? “I’m a lawyer, yes. And you are…”

She took another step toward him. “I’m Abigail Carlisle.”

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What type of time-travel stories to you like to read or watch? Please leave a comment (with your name and email) for a chance to win a paperback copy of my story “Waiting for You”.

About the author
Marie Higgins is a best-selling, multi-published author of sweet romance; from refined bad-boy heroes who make your heart melt to the feisty heroines who somehow manage to love them regardless of their faults. Visit her website / blog to discover more about her – http://mariehiggins84302.blogspot.com