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Out on a Limb, coming September 18th!

It has been a hot, busy summer! Glad it will soon be fall, my favorite season. I am excited to announce book 3 of my contemporary romantic suspense series, Can’t Help Falling is coming soon! Book three, OUT ON A LIMB, will be available at all retail sites on September 18th! 

MaryJo Mullaney is out on a limb . . . literally. High in a tree in the middle of a gusting rainstorm. No glasses. No shoes. No coat. Rescuing her cat, Jack– who doesn’t realize he needs rescuing. Banker by day, hacker by night, she’s given up on the male species. Except Jack.

Coding his next blockbuster software release, millionaire developer Travis Lockwood, discovers a spy perched in the tree outside his second floor window. A rival developer out for a little espionage. This time he’ll take matters into his own hands.

Rescuing MaryJo is a breath of fresh air for the workaholic loner. Convincing the beautiful hacker that a hot, no-strings affair is better than a relationship may prove challenging. Because MaryJo has rules. Specifically, a seven-date-rule. Battling wills with the stubborn beauty ticks him off– yet, somehow makes him try even harder to win. But, risking his heart might be the greatest victory of all.  

When corporate espionage morphs into threats against MaryJo, they will battle a faceless enemy bent on destruction. At stake: his company . . . or MaryJo’s life.   

 

Love and Pancakes

Recently, hubs and I celebrated our thirtieth wedding anniversary. When people learn of such a milestone, you are typically hit with the usual questions. How do you make it work? What’s the secret? Or in the case of our kids, the question was ‘what the hell do you still have to talk about?” So, in honor of our achievement, here are a couple tips we’ve picked up along the way– okay, mostly this is just me.

Tip 1) Never serve him pancakes aka Leaden Discs of Death (LDoD). Okay, so for the first few years of marriage, each of you plays nice. Truly, it’s the best course of action. Even if you don’t like it. Even if you think something is  stupid. Early on, feelings tend to get hurt. You can step on toes. So, it’s best to play along. But once the first child comes along (or the five year anniversary), all that goes out the window. You’re allowed to finally say (nicely) that something sucks and you don’t want to take part anymore.

For instance – hubs hates my pancakes (along with most of my other cooking, but that’s a different story). I discovered this early on a Sunday morning when I was making them for darling daughters. Oldest likes hers with strawberries and whipped cream. I’m down with that. However, Youngest thought strawberries were mushy and gross. She likes her pancakes with chocolate chips in them. Or, more accurately, she likes a little pancake with her chocolate chips. So, I– being the fabulous mother I am, would oblige as often as possible.

Hubs on the other hand, decided that particular peaceful, golden Saturday morning was the ideal time to inform me he didn’t like pancakes. Not the plain ones. Not the delicious banana ones I’d made several times (sorry Weight Watchers). Not chocolate chip. Not blueberry and definitely not strawberry. While Youngest was mowing through her chocolate dripped orgy and Oldest was inhaling her strawberry heaven, Hubs’ first words were “are you trying to kill me?” Followed by the renaming of my pancakes to LDoD. Followed by, “that looks like mouse turds”. Only he didn’t say turds– which would have been bad enough. Youngest glances up, big, innocent blue eyes widened in shock and says “this doesn’t taste like mouse shit”. 

Two things learned that day? 1) Youngest wasn’t as gifted as we were lead to believe. Because really– who knows what mouse shit tastes like, right? 2) That was the day Hubs had decided, at least for the Leaden Discs of Death, he’d had enough. Perfectly fair. I get it. Which leads me to tip 2:

 Tip 2) You ARE allowed to go to bed angry. In fact, I encourage it. Especially when you’re right. No good comes from settling an argument before you go to bed. Let’s face it– you’re still pissed. So, why not go with it? I’ve spent many a night lying in bed, basking in the glory of my righteous indignation, while Hubs is sprawled on the couch, dead to the world, remote in his hand, the glow of west coast baseball still flashing on our television screen at 2 am.

In the morning, when cooler heads prevail, one of you will apologize– I’m always hopeful it will be hubs, but sometimes it has to be me. I will have sacrificed a night’s sleep; he will have slept like a corpse, but we usually emerge from the event a little nicer to each other. Stronger. Happier. And to celebrate this newfound understanding? I make my man a steaming plate of pancakes.

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