30 Days of Thanks – Day 3
I am thankful to have been born and raised in Panamá, and would love to go back for a visit soon.
30 Days of Thanks – Days 1 and 2
November 1st – I am thankful for an amazing Level IV clinical group. These are 11 of the most patient-centered, thorough, compassionate people I have ever met. I am blessed to have done my last ADN school rotation with them and would be happy if any, or all, of them were my, or a loved one’s, nurse.
November 2nd – I am thankful for my Husband and Zeke, Hannah Bean and Charlotte (aka. Charlie), my K9 kids. They are all keeping me company as I study for my Level IV Final Exam and I am feeling the love.
Piracy Hurts Us All
The ugliness of piracy continues. If you steal someone’s work, you are a thief.
Tara Rose:
Yesterday on Facebook, in a group I have belonged to since before the first Tara Rose book was published in March of this year, I read a post by a reader who admitted to having illegally downloaded ebooks.
I had to read it five times, and in the context of the ones around it, because truthfully I was stunned beyond belief.
This is a group with over thirteen hundred members, most of whom are authors. Authors, like me, that she has won things from in contests…
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Love in the Cards- Judgment Day by Rosanna Leo
Rosanna Leo, one of my favorite paranormal authors posted a FREE story today! Enjoy! Then, read her backlist – steamy, sexy, smart stories!
Judgement Day
by Rosanna Leo
Chapter One
Even from behind the closed salon door, Verity sensed him coming. Despite the party atmosphere in Dacre House, and the sounds of lusty revelers, she remained attuned to his particular footsteps. The determined thump of his footfall made her as excited now as it had three hundred odd years ago.
She perched on the edge of a velvet settee, crossing her leather-clad legs. And then, as she heard him reach the salon door, she decided against her pose and stood to reposition herself behind a scrolled chest of drawers. Tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear, she stood up straight and gazed toward the door, her heart heavy with anticipation. As much as she wanted to present a brave face, standing behind the bulky piece of furniture made her feel safe. In her hand, she gripped half of a tarot card…
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Mable’s Chain
Pitties, as I know from personal experience, are nothing more than a bundle of love. Sadly, they are maligned due to the unconscionable actions of irresponsible owners.
Please read Susan’s post and help, as you can. Rescuing Mable…The Links in Her Chain
Searching For Moore (Needing Moore #1) by Julie A. Richman ✰✰✰✰✰
Another fan falls in love with “Searching for Moore,” by Julie A. Richman, book one of the “Needing Moore,” series. Book two, “Moore to Lose, will be released on September 30th.
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Attended by reality TV star wannabes and Southern California social climbers, Schooner Moore knows the party his wife is throwing for his forty-third birthday has little to do with him and everything to do with her social standing in Orange County. The evening turns out to hold more surprises than just his wife’s Botoxed friends groping at his privates, when a conversation with his old college roommate, Beau, reveals the biggest surprise of the night.
Beau has had contact on Facebook with Mia Silver. Just hearing her name sends Schooner into a tailspin, as he is now just a Friend Request away from the one who got away when she disappeared without a goodbye, leaving him wondering why she left.
A serial failure at romance, Manhattan boutique ad agency owner, Mia, gets a blindside of her own when a Facebook Friend Request from first love, Schooner, appears in her…
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New Release: Fierce by Sabrina York (ARC Review, Excerpt + #Giveaway)
Another terrific giveaway by Ms. Romantic Reads! Check it out!
#GIVEAWAY: Reckless (Renegades, #1) by Skye Jordan
Awesome giveaway by one of my favorite bloggers!
Meg Cabot’s 9/11 Post and My Thoughts as I Remember
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It was a beautiful Tuesday morning. The sun was shining and there were no clouds in the skies over Tampa Bay. The waters were serene and there was a break in the heat and humidity of the Summer.
I was parking my car under the building, ready for another day at my job, which I loved. I was listening to the popular morning radio show at the time. My office was less than a mile from Tampa International Airport.
Then the unthinkable happened as we watched on television. The events were horrific, and yet, they were real.
Unable to form words or thoughts, my co-workers and I either cried together, hugged each other or retreated into a quiet meditative space. I learned that our organization had no disaster plan of any type. As someone who had worked as an Urban Planner, on Emergency Management Plans and helped update our County’s Home Host Program, this was inconceivable. (That organization still did not have a Disaster Plan when I left for other opportunities. I doubt that they have implemented one, to this day).
I received the phone call from my husband. Hubby, my beloved US Army Veteran, was no stranger to terrorism, having been stationed in West Berlin. He immediately began to tell me what safety protocols needed to be activated, because terrorist attacks were suspected. To this day, he cannot explain how seamlessly his Threatcon persona appeared. In the weeks and months that followed, we remembered events from out pasts triggered by the attacks in New York City and Washington, D.C. Hubby helped me understand some deeply buried PTSD of my own (Panama – Operation Just Cause), while he opened up about some of his demons.
Twelve years have passed. Some things remain the same, while others have changed. Unfortunately, the closeness we found in each other, as human beings, in the immediate aftermath of the attacks has been forgotten. Sadly, it has been crushed by intolerance and hatred.
I pause to share the eloquent words of Meg Cabot’s 9/11 post. Meg, a bestselling author, lived in New York City at the time and her words still have the same impact as when she first published them.
It was a beautiful Tuesday morning.


