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Friday, October 20, 2017

What people are saying about "THE HOUSE-SITTER'S CHRISTMAS"...





My little Christmas fairy tale novella has been well received so far. Let me share a few comments with you:

"...The story was wonderful, with genuinely likeable characters, especially the characters of Ellen the next door neighbour & George the assisant to C.W. Definitely recommend."  C.


"It’s a sweet and heartwarming story. It will suck you in with its suspense. It has characters that you will love. It’s an entertaining read..."  V.

"A Christmas thriller novella. Keeps you on the edge of your seat, especially with ex drama. Love the christmas feel and vibe emanating from within! If you wanna get into the mood, read this and light some candles." Book Addict Reviews 


"If you are looking for a short but sweet, holiday read, this is a good place to start. This was a fun little read. I read this in one sitting..." Sassy Beta Reading and Review

"A lovely Christmas story that will have you smiling and looking forward to the upcoming season..." N.D.

"OMG this is a very quick and beautiful read. Jean made me feel like i was there with the character Laura and C.W.. This book is definitely a book you can't pass up."  S.H. 

A bit about the book:


At Christmas, Laura Fleming lived her fantasy adventure. Paid to house-sit for the fabulously wealthy financier, C.W. Banley, while he traveled, she eagerly headed for New York City. As mistress of his elegant townhouse, she baked cookies and dressed the old gent’s richly-furnished residence for the holidays. 

As December rolled around, the lonely, lovely writer eagerly anticipated soaking up the Christmas atmosphere in the grand city. With only the cat for company, she’d turn Banley’s elegant home into a wonderland of sparkling lights, fragrant garland, and shiny tinsel. 
Every year, she wished, in vain, for a happy ending. Will this be the year that Miss Fleming discovers her dreams can come true, even in a big city, like New York? 
A sweet, New York City Christmas Fairy Tale novella. 
CAUTION: As in any fairy tale, there is some violence in this story, and some cursing, as well, but no sex.

COMING SOON TO AUDIO BOOK!


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Friday, September 29, 2017

THE HOUSE-SITTER'S CHRISTMAS - Holiday cheer coming early this year!



Have you ever read a contemporary Christmas fairy tale before? There's always a first time. 

At Christmas, Laura Fleming lived her fantasy adventure. Paid to house-sit for the fabulously wealthy financier, C.W. Banley, while he traveled, she eagerly headed for New York City. As mistress of his elegant townhouse, she baked cookies and dressed the old gent’s richly-furnished residence for the holidays.
As December rolled around, the lonely, lovely writer eagerly anticipated soaking up the Christmas atmosphere in the grand city. With only the cat for company, she’d turn Banley’s elegant home into a wonderland of sparkling lights, fragrant garland, and shiny tinsel. 
Every year, she wished, in vain, for a happy ending. Will this be the year that Miss Fleming discovers her dreams can come true, even in a big city, like New York?
A sweet, New York City Christmas Fairy Tale.
CAUTION: There is some violence, and a bit of cursing, but no sex.  



Here's an excerpt:

Episode One

 Laura Fleming’s pulse kicked up as the bus approached the Lincoln Tunnel. Something magical happened whenever she crossed over from upstate onto Manhattan Island. And, it being a week before Christmas only made it more fantastic.
The Port Authority Bus Terminal was as bloated with people as usual. Mr. C. W. Banley had arranged for a car to pick her up. She was the hired help—the house-sitter, paid to keep his majestic townhouse occupied and to care for his cat while he traveled on business over the holidays.
This was Laura’s third year house-sitting for C.W., as she affectionately referred to him—but never to his face. In fact, she’d never met him. What mattered was her chance to step into the ultimate Christmas fantasy, occupying a grand townhouse on West 81st Street for three delicious weeks.
A man in a livery outfit stood on the crowded sidewalk, holding a sign that read Laura Fleming. She approached him, vouched for her identity, and slid into the comfortable vehicle. He closed the door, and they were off, wending their way through the dense, holiday traffic.
“First time in the City?” he asked, while they waited at a stop light.
“Oh, no. I’ve been coming during the holidays for several years.”
“It’s a beautiful, if crowded, time to be here.”
“I love it. I live in the country. During the winter, I get cabin fever with all the snow and ice.”
“You own a place here too?”
She laughed, her light brown hair swinging with the motion. “Oh, no. I could never afford that. I’m the house-sitter.”
“Now that’s a great gig!”
“You bet it is,” she agreed.
Laura looked out the window as the chauffeur maneuvered his way through congested Amsterdam Avenue. All the restaurants, and even the delis, had strings of Christmas lights. She raised her gaze to the apartment buildings and spied many with holiday decorations or elaborately decorated trees in the windows.
He pulled up to the gorgeous, Neo-Renaissance townhouse. The driver set her small suitcase on the sidewalk. He refused a tip, saying he’d already been paid, then handed her a sealed envelope. Laura gazed at the beautiful, cream-colored building with windows lined in black. A large, circular, black, wrought iron staircase beckoned her.
The winter sky turned teal blue as the sun set. She climbed the steps to the carved, wooden door. A wreath of evergreens, red berries, and pine cones hung there, welcoming her. The sharp wind penetrated her coat, making her shiver. She ripped open the envelope and retrieved the front door key. She smiled. Mr. Banley was a bear about security and would never leave a key under a mat. Eager to get to the antique pot of hot chocolate 
Maeve, the housekeeper, always left for her on the little wooden table by the fireplace in the study, Laura wondered if there would be a chocolate croissant, or a cookie, waiting too. She licked her lips as she crossed the threshold into luxury she could only dream about.




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Tuesday, August 8, 2017

DAN ALEXANDER, PITCHER - THE BOTTOM OF THE NINTH



“Why do they hire pretty girls to sell hot dogs?” Dan asked his teammate, Jake Lawrence, in the next shower stall.
“Guess they sell more dogs,” Jake said, lathering up his hair.
“That must be it. The new one I just met is fine.”
“Yeah? What about what’s-her-name?”
“Valerie?”
“That’s it. What about her?”
“This girl sells hot dogs, Jake. Get real. You don’t think Mr. All Star Pitcher would hook up with a Hot Dog Girl, do you?” Matt Jackson piped up from the other room.
“If she’s hot, and he’s a horndog, sure. Why not?” Jake said, rinsing off.
“She didn’t look like a Hot Dog Girl,” Dan said, wrapping a towel around his hips.
“Probably one of Bud’s charity cases,” Jake said.
“Yeah, a hooker or a drug addict.” Matt stripped off his clothes.
“She didn’t look like either. Kind of classy.” Dan headed for his locker.
“You’d give up a great blow job from Valerie for a Hot Dog Girl?” Matt stepped under the running water.
Jake snickered. “You never know. This girl might give more than hot dogs, Matt.”
“Don’t worry. I’m not giving up Valerie. Just curious.” Dan pulled on jeans.
“Damn! I was already dialing her number,” Jake said.
Dan snorted. “Like you’d ever have a chance with her.”
“What makes you think I haven’t?” Jake cocked an eyebrow.
“Why, you fuckin’ asshole!” Dan bunched Jake’s shirt in his fist.
“Keep your fuckin’ pants on, Mr. All Star. I never touched her.”
“And you’d better not.”
Jake smoothed the fabric across his hard chest. “Geez. Pretty touchy for a guy checkin’ out other chicks.”
“Boys, boys,” Matt said, imitating a mother’s voice. “No fighting. We’re all on the same team.”
“Leave my girl alone,” grumbled Dan.
“I don’t need your girl. I’ve got plenty of my own,” Jake said, zipping up his pants. “It’s Matt who needs some hand-me-downs.”
Dan laughed. “That’s right. Got some rejects for him, Jake?”
Jake whipped out his phone. “Let’s see.”
“Fuck off! I don’t need anyone’s rejects. I can find my own babe,” Matt said, heading out the door.
“You need something!” Jake called after him, but Matt was already gone. “You really checking out hot dog chicks?” he asked, while tying his shoes.
“Naw. Ran into Bud. He introduced me. She’s cute. That’s all. You’re right. She’s a Hot Dog Girl. Not in my league.”

Dan combed his short, brown hair and headed for his car. The fullness of the girl’s lips and the curve of her hips stayed with him. She didn’t look like the usual stray Bud Magee dragged in and hired. This one was different. He couldn’t pinpoint it, but there was something about her that made him curious. He wanted to know her story. His intuition told him she had one, and it was probably a doozy.


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Thursday, June 22, 2017

NEW RELEASE COMING SOON, BOBBY HERNANDEZ, SECOND BASEMAN - BOTTOM OF THE NINTH



Coming soon, Bobby Hernandez, Second Base. 
Bottom of the Ninth, book 5
This book can stand alone. 

A bit about the book:

Star Nighthawk second baseman, Bobby Hernandez shunned groupies looking to share his bed and his bank account. Seeking a woman who would recapture the Dominican culture he’d lost was like finding a four-leaf clover…until he met smart, sassy, in-your-face Elena Delgado, newbie reporter.
A confrontation, and a hostile interview couldn’t cool the sparks igniting between them. Secrets smoldered. Lies revealed. Could Bobby stop protecting his heart and take a leap of faith? Would Elena risk everything for him, or sell him down the river to get ahead? 
Caution: locker room language.

A taste of the book. Please note that this excerpt has not been professionally edited yet. 

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“Is that you?”
Anita Mendoza tossed an open copy of the magazine, Celebs ‘R Us, on her desk. 
 “Who?”
“Don’t play with me, Elena. Are you that woman, in the picture? The one who dumped a drink on Bobby Hernandez?
Elena Delgado, sat across from her boss, editor-in-chief of Hoy!, a New York City Spanish language newspaper. The young reporter crossed and re-crossed her legs. She shifted in her seat.
“Are you?” Anita sat forward, her eyes blazing, her brows drawn down.
“Okay. Yes. That’s me.”
“What the Hell?”
“He was being obnoxious. Coming on to Tina.”
“Tina? That flirt? And I suppose she had nothing to do with it? He just wandered over from the bar and hit on Tina?”
Elena looked down at her hands. “Well, no. Not exactly.”
“I didn’t think so. Why did you take her there? You know how she is. Every time she sees an attractive man, she has to add him to her list.”
“She’s only eighteen. She wanted to meet him.”
“And how did you know where he was?”
“I looked him up on the Internet. The Hide-Out was listed under ‘favorite places’.”
Anita shook her head slowly. “You have a temper, Elena. You’re going to have to curb it.”
“I was only protecting Tina.”
“You want to protect Tina? Take her to a movie.”
“I’m sorry. I’m not sure what the big deal is. The picture only shows my back.”
Anita sat back, an inscrutable smile on her face.
“I know that look. Whatever you’re thinking, forget it.” She waved her hand.
“Yesterday I received a reply to my request.”
“What request?” Elena asked, sweat breaking out on her forehead.
“To interview Mr. Hernandez.”
“What?” Elena rose halfway out of her seat.
“That’s right. He’s an important member of the Hispanic community. He’s risen to the top, worked hard, used his talent, and has succeeded. He’s a role model. And we’re going to interview him.” Anita smiled.
Elena plucked a tissue from her purse and mopped her face. “Some role model, hitting on young girls.”
“Tina is eighteen. She could have walked away.”
“Fine. You’re giving the story to Luis, right? He loves baseball.”
“Nope. I’m giving it to you.”
“What? Oh no, you’re not. I’m not interviewing that jerk.” Elena shook her head.
“Oh yes you are. I don’t need some suck-up to interview this man. I want a real reporter. One who will ask the hard questions. And that’s you.”
“No, it isn’t me.”
“Oh yes, it is. And this story here,” Anita poked the magazine, “just confirms what I’ve thought all along–you have guts and are not afraid to speak up. You’ll get an in-depth interview. One that goes beyond the surface and the adoration. Yours will be worth reading. That’s why you’re doing the interview.”
“I’m not interviewing that man.”
“Then you’d better call unemployment,” Anita said, her voice low.
“You’re kidding, right? You’d fire me over this?”
“Damn right I would. I’m the boss, Elena. And if you can’t respect that and take the assignments you’re given, then you can damn well work someplace else.” Anita’s lips compressed into a thin line.
Elena recognized that look. There was no arguing.
“What a great opportunity to apologize for humiliating the man in public! He’s very attractive, you could do worse than to spend a couple of hours in his company,” Anita said, sitting back, twirling her pen.
“Yeah, yeah. If you say I have to do it, I will,” Elena said, tamping down her anger.
“Here,” the boss lady leaned forward, holding out a piece of paper. “The front office gave me his cell. Get going. Make it a long interview. We’ll do it as a two-parter. Get more bang from the buck.” She laughed. “Bang! Eh, Elena? I doubt that will apply to you though, right? Unless it’s a bang in the head with a baseball bat.”
“Okay. Don’t rub it in. No, I don’t like him. But I’m a professional. I’ll do the interview.”
“Good. Have the rough draft on my desk in ten days,” Anita said, picking up her phone.
That was Elena’s signal to leave. She pushed up from her chair and headed back to her cubicle. Her heart sank. Last thing she wanted was to see that asshole, Bobby Hernandez, again. Fortunately, the story in Celebs ‘R Us gave Anita a plausible excuse for Elena to object. Then she’d never have to admit the real reason to her boss.

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The book should be published within two weeks. If you'd be interested in reviewing an ARC, please email me at:
sunnydaysbook@gmail.com 
Put BOBBY ARC in the subject line. 

Tuesday, May 2, 2017

FREE eBook! GRIFF MONTGOMERY, QUARTERBACK - Cheap-o Audio book #free #romance #sportsromance #football


FREE, for the first time! 
And the audio book is also available -- dirt cheap!

A bit about the book:

He wants to find a wife. She doesn’t want to marry again –ever. Not exactly a match made in heaven. Or are they? Ten years ago, Griff Montgomery, star quarterback of the Kings and womanizer, became a stand-in father for his widowed sister’s kids. His happy family life collapsed when she and her new husband moved to California.  Griff wants his own family. But where does a “player” go to find his ideal mate?

Having sworn off marriage forever, Lauren Farraday barely kept her life together after her divorce. With her career shaky and depression closing in, the last thing she needed was a courtroom battle with a sexy athlete.


Forced, by a judge, into an uneasy truce, the pair denied their growing chemistry. Wary of Griff’s reputation with women, and hiding a secret, Lauren keeps him at arm’s length. Determined, Griff  marches toward his goal. Can the quarterback handle the truth or will he walk away, like he always has in the past?      











A TASTE OF THE BOOK:

“Even better.” Carla licked her lips. “I’ll bet she has no idea you’re having sexual fantasies about her.”
“I’m not. It was an accident,” he hissed.
“Sure, sure. Keep telling yourself that. Wonder what she’d think if she knew?”
“Don’t, Carla. Please don’t. I’m begging you.” Griff reached for her arm, but she shook him off.
Buddy faced the quarterback. “What the hell did you do?”
“You don’t wanna know.”
“Oh no. You didn’t?” His eyebrows rose.
Griff nodded. “Guilty.”
“Whoa, stand back, Tony. There’s gonna be some fireworks in a minute.” Buddy pushed Hastings to the wall.
“You wouldn’t be lying, now, would ya?” Carla asked, directing her stare at Buddy.
“See for yourself.” He gestured to the brunette at the corner table.
“Lauren!” Carla cupped her hands and yelled.
Lauren stood up, turning to face them.
“You Lauren?”
“Please, please, Carla. I’m sorry, so sorry,” Griff whispered. “Don’t do this.”