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The Promise

Have you had the chance to read this hot, holiday romance? 

The Promise

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Just as she stepped off the bottom step, she heard a noise at the front door. She hesitated, unsure what to do. Who could be visiting at this hour? Just when she expected to hear a knock, she heard something else instead. A key was being inserted into the lock, and right before her startled eyes, she watched the knob turn and the door open. Her gaze landed on a pair of army boots and slowly traveled upward, taking in the muscular body in military fatigues. Her mouth dropped open in shock.

Ohmygod! Ryan had come home!

He appeared just as startled as she was. Halting in the threshold as their eyes meet, his rugged expression carved in granite. Only his eyes, those piercing blue orbs, showed any sign of life, if you could call it that. Shannon had a feeling that Ryan Hayes didn’t reveal any emotions that weren’t hardened by years of combat. For a moment, she thought he wasn’t going to speak and half expected him to back out and leave.

“Do you mind if  come in?” His deep voice was just as Shannon remembered. “It’s damn cold out here.”

For the first time she realized she was blocking his way. Swallowing, she stepped back enough for him to enter and close the door behind him. He dropped a large army bag on the floor by his feet, and shook off the snow onto the floor mat. All the while keeping his eyes trained on Shannon, as though she were the enemy. She took a nervous step further into the foyer, directly into the soft glow of the lamp that had been left on in the living room.

Ryan looked just like he did the last time she saw him. Big and tall, cloaked in that attitude of quiet strength he seemed to possess. His black hair cut in military fashion and suited his strong, square boned face. Though sporting a tiny scar over his left eyebrow and another, bigger one halfway down his left cheek he was still a handsome man. He eluded danger in practically every move he made, every glance. His eyes dropped, running over Shannon rapidly, making her painfully aware of her disheveled state.

She refused to reach up and smooth her hair back, knowing that it would do no good. The tiniest quirk on his full, sensuous mouth revealed he found her condition amusing. Quickly, his lips thinned almost menacingly when his gaze narrowed on her breasts. It was then that Shannon reached up and pulled her ruined blouse together where the buttons had come off. She finally found her voice.

“Welcome home, Ryan.”

“Where is everyone?” His tone seemed hard, gruff, more commanding than inquiring. He slipped off his jacket and hung it on a peg on the back of the door, and then bent to slip off his boots.

“Mom went to bed with a headache. Sheila must be putting the kids to bed. The rest won’t get here until tomorrow night.” Shannon couldn’t help but notice the quick glance he shot her way when she called his mother mom. She watched quietly as he set his boots against the wall and stood, towering over her again.

“It’s just as well. I’m tired as hell and want to turn in early myself. But first, I want to find something to eat. I’m starved.” Closing the distance between them, Ryan halted when he reached Shannon. “Is that okay?”

Shannon felt a telltale heat rush up to her cheeks when she realized she was watching Ryan’s mouth form the words. What the heck was wrong with her? Jet lag, that’s what. She gave her head a little shake. She must be more tired than she thought. As his words became clear, it dawned on her that she was once again blocking his way.

“Oh! I’m, ah sorry.” Instead of moving to let him pass, she turned and began to walk in the direction of the kitchen. “I’ll be glad to fix you something to eat.”

“Thanks, but that won’t be necessary.” He was right on her heels.

“That’s okay.” Shannon pushed the kitchen door open and flipped on the light switch on the wall next to it. “Sheila put a plate for me in the oven and if I know her, she left enough for two. I don’t mind sharing.” Not waiting for Ryan to acknowledge her, Shannon took the potholders from the counter by the stove, opened the oven door and retrieved the plate. “Just as I thought.”

She turned and showed him the full plate of corn beef hash. But the expression on Ryan’s face almost made her drop it. Sweat had broken out on his forehead and he’d turned pale, his lips were thin as a muscle twitched in his jaw that had hardened in an effort to hold back that he was in obvious pain. Intense pain. He was clutching the island counter in the middle of the kitchen as if it alone was holding him upright. “Ryan!” Shannon set the plate down and rushed to his side. “What is it? What’s wrong?”

He held a hand up in a silent warning for her to back off. She stopped immediately and waited for another sign from him, afraid he was having some kind of attack. After a few more seconds, he sucked in several deep breaths and released them slowly. It was clear by his expression that he hated showing her even that one small weakness. It was very clear that he didn’t intend talking about it. Shannon knew the moment the pain left his body when his expression relaxed.

“You said something about sharing your dinner?” He pulled out one of the barstools from around the island and sank down onto it. Shannon hesitated for a moment, fighting the urge to question him. Something was terribly wrong, she just knew it, but she didn’t know Ryan well enough to feel she had the right to ask him anything personal. The look in his cold eyes warned her she’d be shot down before she managed to speak the first word. Forcing a smile she was far from feeling, she turned to get a second plate.

“I’ll thank you not to mention what just occurred to my family,” Ryan surprised her by saying while her back was turned to him.

“If that’s what you want,” Shannon responded, opening a cupboard door. She glanced with surprise at where the plates were usually stacked. Glasses had replaced them. Marsha had obviously done some rearranging since the last time Shannon had been there. She opened up several other doors before finding the plates, stacked on the second shelf. Standing on tip toe she strained to reach them.

“Here, let me help you.”

“Oh!” Feeling Ryan brush up against her, Shannon spun around before she could think. Suddenly, it wasn’t her backside feeling his hardened muscles. Since he was in the process of reaching over her head for a plate, they were now flush against each other. Her breasts flattened against his hard chest, the lower halves of their bodies were shockingly aligned, and their thighs were touching. Mouths within inches of each other, their breath mingled. It was crazy but Shannon was sure she felt their hearts beating in rhythm. She began to tingle everywhere and held her breath.

Their gazes met and held and Ryan became motionless, his arm still above her head reaching for the plate. It struck Shannon that she was seeing the dangerous side of him, the soldier sizing up the situation and preparing for action. Only in this case, what would that be? She refused to let her mind go there.

Tory Richards

Liquid Silver Books

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Jianne Carlo – And the Winner (11/25/13) is…

jianne_carlo_img_avatarHi everyone *waves* from Jianne Carlo!

I’m a featured author here at TRS and am so enjoying this Thanksgiving Party. I’m running daily contests during the party and guess what – We have a winner for November 26, 2013!

Apologies for the lateness of this announcement, I fell asleep on the couch last night and the dh didn’t have the heart to wake me.

So here is yesterday’s winner:

CONGRATULATIONS TO:

Sheila wins the $15 donation to a charity of her choice that feeds families in need. She also wins an eCopy of That Pearly Drop.

Sheila F please contact me before November 27, 2013 via email: Jianne@jiannecarlo.com.

A NEW contest starts today, but it’s retroactive. In other words, you can comment on any of my posts here at the party to enter.

HAPPY THANKSGIVING TO EVERYONE & THANKS FOR PARTICIPATING IN THE PARTY!

A special thank you to Tina, Claire, Holly, Anne, and Rowan!

Enjoy the holidays and be safe.

Cheers,

Jianne

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Wishing you a Happy Thanksgiving!

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I’ve had a great time sharing with all of you!

Thanks to The Romance Studios for hosting this party and giving me a chance to participate!

Don’t forget to look for Sweet Revenge December 13 (a FREE READ from Musa Publishing) and Musa’s Cyber Monday sale December 2!

Have a great Thanksgiving and a Happy Holiday Season!

Best wishes,

Liese Sherwood-Fabre

www.liesesherwoodfabre.com

Jianne Carlo – And the Winner (11/25/13) is…

jianne_carlo_img_avatarHi everyone *waves* from Jianne Carlo!

I’m a featured author here at TRS and am so enjoying this Thanksgiving Party. I’m running daily contests during the party and guess what – We have a winner for November 25, 2013!

So here is yesterday’s winner:

CONGRATULATIONS TO:

That_Pearly_Drop-Jianne_Carlo-200x320Robbiebird wins the $15 donation to a charity of her choice that feeds families in need. She also wins an eCopy of That Pearly Drop.

Robbiebird please contact me before November 27, 2013 via email: Jianne@jiannecarlo.com.

A NEW contest starts today, but it’s retroactive. In other words, you can comment on any of my posts here at the party to enter.

Here are the rules and PRIZES:

A few times a day, I’ll post excerpts from my books, and there will be a multiple choice question at the end of the post. Answer the question and you’re entered in the contest.

What’s the PRIZE you say?

Since it is the time of year for giving thanks, I’ll donate $15 every day (Nov 24, 25, 26 ) in the winner’s name to any recognized organization that helps out families in need. That means there will be a winner each day. I’ll announce the winner in my first post on the following day. On November 26, I’ll announce the winner at five minutes to midnight.

Each daily winner will also receive an eBook copy of my latest release, That Pearly Drop.

I know it’s not a regular type of prize, but it is that time of year.

How will I select a winner (s)?

It’ll either be 1) the person who answers the most questions first, or 2) the person with the most correct answers, or maybe 3) the person who makes me laugh out loud with a commented answer.

Here’s your first multiple choice question today:

Which is/are true?

a)   A Paratrooper in a Pear Tree by Jianne Carlo won the Passionate Plume’s Best Contemporary of 2009

b)   Deviant Devil by Jianne Carlo was nominated for the TRS CAPA Best Suspense in 2011

c)  The Peacemaker was nominated for the TRS CAPA Best Historical in 2011

d)   White Wolf by Jianne Carlow was nominated for the  TRS CAPA  Best Paranormal in 2009

e)   All of the above

f)    None of the above

Remember, there can be more than one correct answer.

Good luck and let’s have fun!

Cheers,

Jianne

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Jianne Carlo – And the Winner is…

jianne_carlo_img_avatarHi everyone *waves* from Jianne Carlo!

I’m a featured author here at TRS and am so enjoying this Thanksgiving Party. I’m running daily contests during the party and guess what – We have winners for November 24, 2013!

Yup, winners, plural.

Being a real wuss, I have trouble picking one person, and that’s great for those who commented.

So here are yesterday’s winners:

CONGRATULATIONS TO:

That_Pearly_Drop-Jianne_Carlo-200x320Laurie P wins the $15 donation to a charity of her choice that feeds families in need. She also wins an eCopy of That Pearly Drop. Laurie’s Time Travel Law is hilarious!

Sheila F wins an eCopy of That Pearly Drop.

Larissa wins an eCopy of That Pearly Drop.

Winners please contact me before November 27, 2013 via email: Jianne@jiannecarlo.com.

A NEW contest starts today, but it’s retroactive. In other words, you can comment on any of my posts here at the party to enter.

Here are the rules and PRIZES:

A few times a day, I’ll post excerpts from my books, and there will be a multiple choice question at the end of the post. Answer the question and you’re entered in the contest.

What’s the PRIZE you say?

Since it is the time of year for giving thanks, I’ll donate $15 every day (Nov 24, 25, 26 ) in the winner’s name to any recognized organization that helps out families in need. That means there will be a winner each day. I’ll announce the winner in my first post on the following day. On November 26, I’ll announce the winner at five minutes to midnight.

Each daily winner will also receive an eBook copy of my latest release, That Pearly Drop.

I know it’s not a regular type of prize, but it is that time of year.

How will I select a winner (s)?

It’ll either be 1) the person who answers the most questions first, or 2) the person with the most correct answers, or maybe 3) the person who makes me laugh out loud with a commented answer.

Here’s your first multiple choice question today:

Jianne is:

a)   Accident prone

b)   Not in the least bit curious

c)  Thinks she & her mom have a chance at winning a Guiness world record

d)   Is a tad obsessed with all things Viking

e)   All of the above

f)    None of the above

Remember, there can be more than one correct answer.

Good luck and let’s have fun!

Cheers,

Jianne

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Thanksgiving Traditions and Recipes

Every family has its Thanksgiving traditions. Many of ours involves the dishes we expect at the table. My sister always brings deviled eggs (what my father’s mother always brought) and even uses my grandmother’s special plate to serve them. My brother, a hunter, always brings some exotic meat for a taste. I have carried on my mother’s Watergate salad tradition. In fact, the first thing my children (now all adults) ask is if there “that green salad” is going to be at the table. It’s a very simple recipe involving whipped topping and pistachio pudding:

Mix together:

One package of pistachio pudding

One 20 oz can of crushed pineapple (undrained)

One cup of small marshmallows

Half up of chopped pecans

Three cups of whipped topping

Allow to rest in refrigerator and enjoy.

According to one Website, a food editor gave the name to the dish after Kraft introduced the pudding flavor in the 1970s–about the same time as the Nixon scandals.

This is an easy, but very popular, crowd pleaser in my family and hope you enjoy some time in the future.

What Thanksgiving traditions or dishes do you have? Leave a comment for a chance of a copy of Corazones, my award-winning short story collection.

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Giving Thanks… no really! That’s the title of the book! :D ADULT EXCERPT!!!!!

Giving Thanks

by Shara Azod and Marteeka Karland

 

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There was something to be said about a man with an appetite and Dorian Grant found himself hungry for a lot more than turkey on Thanksgiving. After being roped into attending a yearly family meal with a woman he’d only previously seen as a friend and co-worker, he realizes that sometimes even when it seems as though your eyes are bigger than your stomach, you still have room for more. With what Jani Wilkerson is serving, he plans on coming back until he’s satisfied and by his estimation that will be never…

EXCERPT!

Not having anywhere to go on Thanksgiving was just sad. Being coerced into a family dinner by a pushy co-worker was worse. Dorian gritted his teeth as he drove up to the address Jani had given him. There were no less than four cars in the driveway–a feat of really bad driving–three lining the yard, and he was willing to bet anything the three directly across the street were also guests at the Wilkerson abode. If he had any sense he would just keep driving.

Unfortunately, Jefferson from the office saw him and opened the sliding door to wave him in. Fuck! He could pretend he hadn’t seen, but that would be a little too obvious. Especially given the bright orange sweatshirt the annoying man was wearing in support of his favorite football team. He was a tad hard to miss. What a nightmare. Jani just had to gather up all the loser loners and drag them over to her family, didn’t she?

What the hell? At least he knew for a fact Jani’s grandmother and mother were the best cooks next to God. Lord knows Jani had brought him enough meals prepared by the female members of her family so that he wouldn’t survive solely on fast food and Hungry Man frozen dinners. Maybe he could just hang out with Jani’s male family members, far away from Jefferson, who would no doubt hang with the women.

“Man, I am so glad to see you.” Jefferson rushed to meet him after Dorian dragged his ass out of the car. “Ummm, you know I’m not prejudiced right?”

Geezus, this was so not going to go well.

“Dude, nothing good ever comes from words like that, right?” Shit, Dorian could feel a headache blooming at the base of his skull. Thirty minutes, then he was so outta here.

“We are the only white guys here.” Jefferson fanned himself as if he were going to faint. Great, just great. “I love a big, burly black man just as much as the next guy, but I am feeling thoroughly outnumbered and completely out of my depth.”

What could Dorian possibly say to that?

“I can’t stay long,” Dorian finally settled on. “Something’s come up…” He trailed off when he caught sight of Jani through the sliding glass door Jefferson had just hustled through.

The little black dress she wore wasn’t overly provocative, hitting her about mid-thigh with long sleeves, but it clung to every single mouthwatering curve the woman had. The ridiculously high heels should have looked…well, ridiculous. But instead, they showed off those long, long legs to perfection, flexing every serious muscle in her calves and thighs. She wasn’t looking in his direction, but when she turned her head slowly toward him, her gaze met his unerringly.

Son of a bitch! The woman was… Gorgeous didn’t even begin to cover it. How had he missed such a luscious woman so close to him? He worked with this woman every single day. Took business trips with her. Brushed up against that tempting body that was made for steamy, raunchy sex and had never even noticed!

What the fuck?

With a knowing smile, she slid open the door, stepping out into the cool afternoon air, sliding it closed behind her. The sway of her hips should have been illegal. Probably was illegal in most Southern states. The lips with that smile curving them looked like they needed to be wrapped around his cock. Those impossibly long legs looked like they needed to be locked around his waist while those stupid high heels dug into his ass as she urged him to fuck her senseless.

He was completely and thoroughly screwed. Or at least he wanted to be.

“You’re wearing a suit.” Only Jani could manage to look so adorable with a faux frown, her nose wrinkled as she looked him over. “Ah, well, hope you have plenty of room in those pants. Grandma has been looking forward to feeding you all week.”

“Looking forward to feeding me?” Dorian managed to get out before Jani grabbed his hand and hauled him into to the house and past a multitude of people while carelessly tossing out introductions, Jefferson trailing in their wake.

No way he was going to remember any of the “Uncle This” or “Cousin That” as he was led straight to the biggest kitchen he had ever seen in his life. And that too was filled with people laughing, arguing, and just being family. Less than a minute after entering, Dorian found himself engulfed in the biggest bear hug from a woman who looked old enough to be Grandma Wilkerson but moved like a woman thirty years her junior.

“It is so good to finally meet you! Look at you, all dressed the way a man’s supposed to be.” The older woman actually patted his cheek before turning to Jani. “Well, he certainly is a handsome devil, isn’t he? You did good, girl. Take him on in there to meet Papa. I’ll have his favorites whipped up in no time at all.”

Okay, that wasn’t weird at all. Not. First of all, he had never meet Grandma Wilkerson before, but it was painfully obvious she knew all about him. And what did she mean that Jani did well? Awww, hell, was his attraction that obvious?

Unfortunately, even the threat of imminent death by family love wasn’t enough to quell the hard-on steadily building behind those dress pants. If he didn’t get away from Jani soon, he was liable to do something unforgivable. Or get caught with the stiffyfrom hell. Either would be equally bad.

She led him to the living room where the game blared from a big-screen TV, the male members of her family coming and going like it was the greatest man cave that had ever been. Which, from all appearances, it was. A TV so big it took up one entire wall, surround sound speakers, a plush sectional big enough to hold a small football team and a coffee table loaded with all kinds of game foods. Had he not had his mind on other things, he’d have been properly impressed.

As it was, the introductions passed by in another haze of handshakes and arm slaps. All the while, Jani grinned at him, never leaving his side.

The men were really getting into the game, cheers and jeers going up at periodic intervals. Jani laughed, glancing at him with a bright smile as she stepped slightly in front of him.

“Papa, this is Dorian Grant.” Was it him, or did Jani actually beam as she presented him to the oldest male in the room?

Papa Wilkerson was seated in an easy chair with a direct line of sight to the widescreen. He looked every inch the king of his castle, especially since the noise level dropped considerably at Jani’s words. Everyone seemed to be waiting to see the older man’s reaction. And the man wasn’t talking, it seemed. Wise eyes looked him up and down, no doubt taking in things about Dorian he didn’t have a clue he was giving off.

“Welcome to the family, Dorian.” And with that, Pap Wilkerson went back to the game.

Okay, that was…odd, but the guy obviously didn’t hate him, which was a relief. Dorian let out a breath he hadn’t been aware he was holding. Wait–why the hell did he feel relieved? With a sinking feeling he became all too aware there was no way he was ever going to make a quick exit. Nope, he was stuck here for the duration. He was just going to have to let go and ride the madness wherever Jani led him.

Where the hell was she leading him?

Dorian offered no resistance as Jani maneuvered them behind the huge sectional, occasionally talking to a passing family member. A couple of her cousins had cornered Jackson at one end of the massive room, laughing and conversing with the awkward little man as if they’d known him all their lives. Jackson looked decidedly uncomfortable and kept crossing and uncrossing his legs nervously, obviously not knowing what to make of the pair.

That was when a small hand curled around his cock and squeezed.

BUY!

AMAZON!

ARe!

Home for the Holidays – Thanksgiving has never been so sexy!

Stop by my Facebook page for a chance to win one of 3 copies of “Home for the Holidays” that I’m giving away Sunday.  To enter, all you have to do is leave a comment on the contest post.  It’s that easy.

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Nelly O’Malley is heading home for Thanksgiving. As the only unmarried child, she is facing a lot of pressure to get married and start producing grandchildren. She’d told her family she was bringing her boyfriend, but they’ve broken up by the time Thanksgiving rolls around.

Jack O’Dell is a widower who has been concentrating on his business after losing his family years earlier.

When Nelly’s car crashes on the slick roads, Jack rescues her and drives her to the family home. She persuades him to join them for Thanksgiving dinner as a thank-you, not realizing her family will mistakenly believe he is the boyfriend they’ve been told about, and they love him. Luckily, Jack agrees to play along and the heat rises between them.

But when she finds out that the car accident was no accident, she has to discover if Jack was her savior or trying to kill her.

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STORY EXCERPT

 

As she saw the tree approaching, she braced herself. The car was from the eighties, so there were no air bags, but she did have her shoulder belt securely fastened. There was a sickening sound of metal scraping against the tree, but luckily it was the passenger side that hit. She’d braced herself, but she still hit the steering wheel. She gingerly felt her ribs. They all seemed to be in one piece, although she’d probably be pretty sore in the morning and have good bruise.

She gave a silent prayer of thanks that she was on a quiet side road when the accident happened. She shuddered. Five minutes earlier and she’d have been on a busy highway and she probably wouldn’t be getting out of her car to check out the situation.

She walked around the car as far as she could. The driver’s side and front of the car looked fine, but the passenger side looked caved in. She squatted down and had a closer look. It looked like the frame had buckled. No way was she going anywhere, even if the car was driveable.

She grabbed her cell phone out of her purse and, of course, it was dead. She had meant to charge it, but, like usual, forgot. Usually she noticed when it was down to about fifteen percent and could squeeze out a call before it died, but this time it wouldn’t even turn on.

Great, just great. She was so close to home, yet too far. It was further than she really wanted to walk in this weather, and the sun was going down, so the temperature was going to drop. On the other hand, the road wasn’t well travelled, and she wasn’t sure how long it would be until someone came by. Even her family wouldn’t be worried much before midnight, because she didn’t give them a firm arrival time.

Just then, she saw headlights. May be she was going to get lucky. Or, she thought, with my luck, it could be an axe murderer or rapist looking for a victim rather than a Good Samaritan who could lend her their cell phone to call the auto club.

She watched the vehicle get closer. It was a white pickup with the logo “O’Dell’s Garage” across the side. The man who got out caught her attention immediately. It was the green-eyed guy from the service station. He really was tall. With the angle of the sun, she couldn’t see his features well, but his hair was dark, and as he got closer, she could see how the muscles in his shoulders filled out the jacket he wore with the O’Dell name and logo and a pair of faded jeans that rode low on his slim hips. Oh, my, she thought, if this were a porno, he’d throw her on the hood of her car and have his way with her. And she just might let him, she thought, as he got closer and she got a good look at his face. Except for the rain, of course. In her sudden fantasy, it was summer, and instead of a work jacket, he was wearing a tight white T-shirt. Or, maybe he wasn’t wearing a shirt at all, she fantasized, and he was all hot and sweaty as he worked on her car and then came over to work on her. Oh my. Where did that come from?

She looked at him closer. He wasn’t conventionally handsome. His features were too strong for that, and he looked very serious, even grim. And she could see that his dark hair was shot with gray, but his eyes were just as green as she remembered. But he had a male magnetism that called out to her, and she could feel her stomach flutter with lust.

She must have been lost in her daydream, because she heard him say, “Miss, Miss. Are you okay?” and realized that she had missed the first part of what he said. She would have to keep better control of herself. Today was the day for disappointing her mother and seeing her brothers and sisters and their ever-expanding families, not for lusting over a hot stranger.

HAPPY THANKSGIVING!

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Wishing you all a Happy Thanksgiving!

This is one of my favorite holidays because it’s all about family, food, and fellowship!

My kids are all coming home to celebrate the holiday, and I can’t what to have everyone together. I know it’s trite and cliche to talk about what I’m thankful for, but I AM! Here’s just part of my list for this time of year:

Family (even the ones that annoy me sometimes!)

Pumpkin pie, pumpkin bread, pumpkin muffine (basically anything pumpkin)–Also sweet potatoes

Spices (cinnamon, nutmeg, ginger, rosemary, etc.)

A day off with more time for writing!

Pets (currently one dog)

Getting everyone together

Chocolate

What are you thankful for? Leave a comment for a chance at a copy of Corazones.

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