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A Sneak Peak at a Ghostly Good Romance

I hope you’re not tired of this anthology yet, because there are still TWO more stories you haven’t sampled. Read on for more for ONE SULTRY DAY of romance reading.

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Today’s Excerpt

Excerpt from Ghosts of Lost Summers by T.E. Hodden

“How many beers did you have?” I asked.

“Not enough to make that mistake,” she sighed. “Good night Bunny.”

“Good night Alice.”

She got out the car, and looked back as she reached the door. She wore a smile I hadn’t seen before. She stopped and walked back to the car, holding up a hand to stop me driving off. She pulled open the car door, and leant over me.

“Alice?” I asked, my throat feeling like it was made out thorns, my heart running so fast I felt weightless.

“You aren’t the mistake.” She wouldn’t look in my eyes. “You didn’t think I meant that?”

“I don’t think you meant that, but I think I would be a mistake.”

“No.” She held up her finger. “No. The kiss… the moment… would have been the mistake. I said it wrong. You will make the right woman very, very, happy, with a kiss like that. You would make me happy, but right now it would be a mistake. I know it’s a mistake for you. I know what you drag out of bed with you every morning. I carry it too. It would be. I know Phil was a while ago, and he has moved on, and he has Taylor now, but… I’m not ready for this. A date? I could do a date, dates are silly, and fun, and even when they go wild, it’s…with somebody I could happily walk away from and never have to see. But, this? A moment like this, with a good friend? A trusted friend? I… don’t want to walk away from you. This would be a mistake.”

“I know.” I stroked her cheek.

“Do I have to say sorry?” She muttered.

“I knew what you meant.” I smiled. “I appreciate it.”

“You do?” Her smile blossomed with relief. It was like a summer day dawning behind her eyes.

I nodded.

“Okay.” She kissed my forehead. “Good night Bunny.”

“Goodnight Alice.” I let her slip away.

When she was back in the building, I could breathe. I gripped the wheel and screwed my eyes closed, and concentrated on breathing, on not letting my heart punch its way out of my chest. I begged my hormones to stop flooding my veins, my flesh to stand down from the precipice of hunger, and for primordial, instinctual, bits of my brain to stop imagining all the wonders that might have resulted if only our lips had brushed together, and my hand had found the small of her back, to hold her to me, to welcome her.

All those little thoughts, all those little whispers to myself I had been burying deep and locking away bubbled up to the surface.

“No. No. No.” I chided myself. “That is not… I can’t… I shouldn’t…”

Those were true.

“I don’t,” I told myself, knowing it was a lie. “She’s just a friend. It’s all I want.”

I didn’t need to see Hannah to know she was painfully, keenly, aware of the lies I told myself.

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What’s Inside the Anthology

There are FOUR stories from FOUR different authors with unique style and voice.

Second Chance Summer by Lily Carlyle

Escorts for Hire – Heartaches for Free by Deryn Pittar

Ghosts of Lost Summers by T.E. Hodden

Unexpected by Sharon Hughson

You’re sure to find one summer romance to lose yourself in. And maybe you’ll discover a new author to love.

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Home for the Holidays

No snow flurries accompanied the holiday bustle this year, but that didn’t stop the flurry of activity. Whenever my sons come home for the holidays, things get a little more boisterous around the house.

What’s not to love about being awoken from a deep sleep by your son yelling – at his computer game? Okay, maybe he was yelling at the people he was playing the game with. Isn’t that just semantics? When it’s after midnight and you have to get up at 5am the next day for work, rude awakenings such as this are just – rude!

It’s so refreshing to be quietly enjoying a book on the couch and have your adult son demand, “What’s for lunch?” I don’t know? What are you making me? He’s always so surprised and almost has a hurt tone of voice when he realizes, “We’re on our own for lunch?” Oh, yes, you are on your own.

Look at them enjoying their Christmas cookie tradition
Look at them enjoying their Christmas cookie tradition

I didn’t paint a single Christmas cookie this year. The mess they made and the haranguing they gave each other while doing it was quite entertaining. We managed to keep our most important Christmas morning traditions. We didn’t even have to turn on lights in order to read the Christmas story from Luke chapter two. Oh, the glories of an iPad!We’ve had a few fun moments playing Just Dance 4. “You’d have to do this for hours to burn any calories” (my youngest) has morphed into “I had to take a break after 28 minutes” (my oldest). Something about sitting in front of a computer tends to keep the cardiovascular system from operating at optimal capacity.

On the 29th, Tanner’s girlfriend came to stay with us for a week. We went to a Portland Trailblazers’ game at the Rose Garden that night after picking her up from the bus station.

There were shopping trips to spend gift cards and eating meals out. Returned gifts have been extinct in our household since the invention of gift cards. Of course, judging by the lines at the Customer Service counters, this isn’t true in the lives of everyone.

Christmas morning joy
Christmas morning joy

Holidays meant I didn’t write. I apologize for missing a week of posts on my blog. I had good intentions, but when my sons wanted to play a game or we had to head out for another social obligation, the intentions went to the resolution graveyard. Welcome to January! I’m pretty sure plenty of other new graves will be dug there within the next few weeks.

As much as my “bah humbug” rampaged in the weeks leading up to the holidays, I must admit that they weren’t as stressful as I feared. Isn’t that the way of things? We worry, fret and stress only to be disappointed surprised when things aren’t as bad as we expected.

Happy New Year! What are your goals for this new year?