Kit writes sweet contemporary Western romance. She makes her home in south central Texas on her husband’s ancestral farm, where seven generations of his family have lived and loved. When not writing, she can be found sewing, quilting, reupholstering furniture, playing Irish pennywhistle, refinishing old wood, cooking huge amounts of food for the pressure canner, or wrangling various dogs, cats, and people.
Eight years ago, Marcos Ramirez met and married Nina Walker in the space of a day. The next morning, a family tragedy had him hightailing it back to his family’s Texas ranch. After annulling the marriage and redeploying with the marines, Marcos never thought he’d see Nina again. But now she’s moved to his hometown, with a secret that will change this rancher’s life forever…
Nina opened the brand-new box of turmeric-ginger tea and took out a bag. She got a bag of yaupon tea for herself.
As she was pouring the hot water, Marcos said suddenly, “Nina, how’d you ever manage all this time on your own? I’m worn out after just one day. You’ve been doing it for years.”
She set the kitchen timer and took the seat across from him.
“I don’t know,” she said truthfully. “I guess I just had to, so I did.”
“Well, you’re doing a great job.”
She couldn’t resist a little dig. “There were times today when you didn’t seem to care much for my methods.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he deadpanned.
She gave him a shove on the shoulder, and he grinned.
“Okay,” he said. “It’s possible that…mistakes were made today. I may have overstepped my bounds a time or two.”
“That’s very big of you to say. To be fair, you may have had a point about the whining. Oh, and that whole I-can’t-hear-you-when-you-talk-like-that thing? Genius.”
“That was my mom’s line. Couldn’t believe it when I heard the words coming out of my mouth.”
“Your mom’s pretty smart.”
His face turned serious. “So are you. You’re a good mother. You set clear boundaries, and you enforce them, but you don’t micromanage. And it’s obvious that you enjoy being around him.”
“Thanks. You’re shaping up to be a pretty good father.”
He shrugged. “Well, given my track record so far, almost anything is an improvement.”
Nina remembered how he’d looked with Logan slung over his shoulders, smiling and strong and sure of himself.
“I mean it,” she said.
Her gaze dropped from his heavy-lidded eyes to his mouth, lingering a moment on the devastating curve of his bottom lip, then to his leanly muscled forearms resting on her dining table. His hands were folded together, just inches from hers. His fingers slowly unfurled. Nina’s heart skipped a beat.
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It’s show night. You’ve bought tickets and are waiting with your friends. The lights drop. The darkness swells in anticipation. A collective cheer grows. A breath of silence. Then, that first chord screams from the > speakers. Lights flash to flood the stage, radiating as the concert comes to life.
We are there, too, in the dark under the show, behind it, and above it. > Each prop or cool trick, every costume or scene change requires the hidden help of someone behind the scenes. In a few hours, you will have gone home, but we will still be here, tearing it all down. We will pack up the gear, load up more than a dozen tractor trailers, and head out to the next city. Tomorrow, we will build the production again in a new building. We’ll greet another audience. We’ll put on another show.
From load in to load out, watch a production build toward show time. Hear true stories from the rock and roll roadies who’ve helped create the world’s biggest concert tours with interviews from dozens of touring technicians.
Read an Excerpt
Everyone wants to hear the crazy stories. They want to hear about the celebrities, their flaws and their weird, fabulous quirks. They want to know about drugs and sex, and surprisingly little about rock and roll. They want to hear about the late nights, the VIP parties, the swag. Maybe they’ll listen to accounts of long hours and grueling conditions. Maybe they’ll ask about the technology. But really, they want to hear the tabloid version of backstage. That part does exist, of course. I once saw Tom Cruise sing karaoke at some afterparty in Malaysia, and then again in Vancouver. I’ve helped Santana move a couch and babysat Slash’s kid during a show. I’ve toasted with Dom Perignon, even though I couldn’t pronounce it. Once—and only once—I walked into a hotel room and saw a literal mound of cocaine. I’ve been to the Grammys twice, as well as the American Music Awards, and stood in the back parking lot at something for MTV. Admittedly, I’ve always used the stage door and never once walked a red carpet. I stood on the field at the World Cup in South Africa. I’ve rocked out with Ryan Seacrest for New Year’s. I’ve flown charter. I’ve missed a few commercial flights. I have visited five of the seven continents, and in 2010, I ran out of passport pages. I’ve worked shows at Madison Square Garden, the United Center, the Staples Center, the Grand Ole Opry, and the O2 arenas in London, Berlin, and Dublin. I’ve worked four shows in old Italian castles and one at a Target.
About the Author:
Rachel Pfennig Hales has always loved show business. From theater as a child, to a brief stint in television production, she found her niche in live event production. Rachel was able to start her career touring around the world with the Black Eyed Peas, and then with Lynyrd Skynyrd. Now, she is the Client and Community Development Manager at Rock Lititz, helping with various touring rehearsals and building up the live event culture on campus. Rachel also does a lot of writing, within the live event industry and beyond. She has BAs from DePauw University, an MA in English Studies from National University, and an MFA in Creative Nonfiction from Goucher College.
June 13th 2021 was my fifth blogiversary. I realize that was a Sunday. So why not have this week's topic be the blogiversary? I really did not think I would still be posting blog entries for this long. Here's to another five blogiversaries!
Post Rewind
📌 May 21st = Release Blitz: Takeover
📌 25th = Release Tour: Takeover
📌 June 1st = Release Tour: Savannah's Salvation
📌 8th = Release Tour: The Changeup
📌 9th = Book Blast: Smart Bitches Buy Bitcoin
📌 16th = Book Blast: Making Christmas / Santa Baby
📌 22nd = Release Tour: The Fastball
Head's Up
🔼 June 30th = Book Blast: Tour Book
Goodreads
📚 One Dangerous Desire (by: Christy Carlyle) = moved to "read" shelf
Currently Reading
📖 Blame It on the Duke (by: Lenora Bell) = page 45
📖 The Court of Secrets (by Rebecca L. Garcia) = 46%
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Who says what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas? The last thing Callie expected was to wake up married to Derek. He’s all in, but she’s running scared. Can Derek convince Callie to take a chance or will they end up another Las Vegas statistic? Fans of The Play Hard Series by K. Bromberg will devour The Changeup by A.M. Williams, a secret marriage romance.
Derek Nichols is the first guy I can see myself sticking with for more than one night. He’s nice, easy to talk to, and excellent in bed.
There’s just one problem. He breaks my one rule of relationships: no baseball players.
Only after spending a passionate night together, I’m considering breaking that cardinal rule for one more chance with him.
Derek
Callie Jacobs is the full package when it comes to the women I like. Funny, charismatic, gorgeous, and the list goes on.
After one night together, I know I want more and I have no problem going after what I want. But Callie doesn’t feel the same. She’s happy to call it done.
Then we end up in Vegas with friends and things get a little heated.
We wake up married with no memory of the event, just matching rings as a reminder of our vows to each other.
I’m all in. I’m ready to give this a shot. But Callie is running scared, even though she’s admitted she wants me too.
Each time I see her, I want to hold her close. Each time she pushes me away, I want to reel her back in.
We have to decide if this is what we want or if we’ll just become another Vegas statistic.
The Fastball is the second book in A.M. Williams Boys of Summer baseball romance series. It’s a secret Vegas wedding romance with a man who knows what he wants and a woman who fights her attraction.
If you love men in tight pants and the sassy women they fall for, this series is for you.
This book was previously published as Dirty Pitch. It has been updated with new content and re-edited.
I froze when Derek started moving. I turned around slowly, watching as he sat up and rubbed his eyes. Maybe if I didn’t move, he wouldn’t see me.
I wasn’t that lucky as his gaze moved to me.
“How much did I drink last night?” he asked, blinking blearily at me.
“Enough.” My voice was flat and he narrowed his eyes at me.
He stretched. “Why are you in here?”
I cocked a brow and waited. I saw the moment he realized he was wearing a ring on his left hand.He was running his hands through his hair and paused before bringing his hand in front of his face. His eyes widened and met mine. “Is this what I think it is?”
I couldn’t say anything, only nodded, and I held up my hand, wiggling my fingers.
Derek swallowed noticeably, looking from his hand to me and back again. “What the fuck?”
“What the fuck is right,” I returned.
Silence stretched between us. I shifted my weight and realized I needed to get going. I had to pee, wanted a shower, and to crawl back into bed.
Maybe if I went to sleep, I’d wake up only to realize this was a really bizarre dream and that I wasn’t actually married to Derek?
He opened his mouth to say something, but I didn’t care to hear his thoughts. There was too much going on to try to talk this out right then. I slipped my shoes on and started toward the door, snagging my clutch from the bench as I went by.
“Callie! Where are you going?” Derek called out from behind me.
“To my room,” I called over my shoulder. I didn’t wait to hear a response, if he had one. I had to be gone. I couldn’t stay in that room one more moment.
I knew Derek had questions—I had some, too—but I seriously needed a little bit of time to myself to try to remember last night and figure out what I was going to do. Though, I guessed it should be us figuring out what we were going to do.
I rubbed a hand over my face as Derek’s hotel room door banged shut behind me.
This absolutely couldn’t be happening. I did not just become a statistic and have a quickie wedding in Vegas where me and my groom were so drunk, we didn’t remember it happening. That didn’t happen. Right?
About A.M. Williams
A.M. Williams is just a simple girl from the south that found herself living abroad. When she’s not annoying her cat or reading, she’s spending time with her husband and traveling as much as possible. She has a serious case of wanderlust and wants to go as many places as possible while she can. She loves Cheerwine, sweet tea, and North Carolina (eastern style) BBQ as well as those crystal clear waters on the North Carolina coast.
This post is part of a virtual book tour organized by Goddess
Fish Promotions. Nancy Fraser and Peggy Jaeger will be awarding a $25 Amazon or B/N GC to a
randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour. Click on the tour banner to see the other stops
on the tour.
Welcome to our 1980’s Dickens Christmas stories!
Two sweet vintage romances set in the New England town of Dickens where small town charm is on full,
holiday display.
Both stories are prequels to stories found in last year’s holiday anthology, Christmas Comes to Dickens.
Beginning October 18th, the Ladies of Dickens will release six brand-new, full-length Dickens holiday
romances (one per week) to celebrate the season.
In the meantime, we hope you’ll enjoy Making Christmas by Author Nancy Fraser and Santa Baby by
Author Peggy Jaeger. Both are guaranteed to whet your holiday appetites for what’s to come!
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Making Christmas by Nancy Fraser
It’s been five years since William Barrett returned to Dickens to take over as CEO of Wil-Bar Toys. He’s
spent these past years helping build Wil-Bar into a leader in creative, handmade toys. His work ethic and
drive has left him little time for a personal life. Or, perhaps he’s still pining for the one who got away.
Catherine Gates moved away from Dickens six years earlier. Now a staff reporter for a woman’s
magazine, she’s returning to Dickens to do a story on Wil-Bar Toys new production methods and get the
scoop on their upcoming holiday line.
When Will and Cat meet up again for the first time in years, it’s as if they’ve never been apart.
Rekindling their friendship, and attraction, becomes more important than Cat’s article, or even the
secrecy of the new toy lines.
Can these two childhood friends make up for lost time and pursue the romance they missed out on
years earlier? Or, will Cat’s story expose too much and put them at odds with one another?
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Santa Baby by Peggy Jaeger
It’s Christmas Eve morning in the tiny New
England town of Dickens.
Santa’s arrival is imminent, and a hint of snow is in the air.
Amy Dorrit is just about to open her popular diner for the b
A 1980s Vintage Romance ...
Amy knows she should call the authorities and turn the infant over to them, but she just can’t. Thoughts
of her own abandonment as a baby flood through her and she wants to keep the little one out of the
hands of the authorities until the mother – hopefully –returns.
But will the mom come back? And if she doesn’t, what is Amy prepared to do about the baby who has,
already, claimed her heart?
Read an Excerpt from Santa Baby
“What in the name of all that’s holy are you holding, Amy Dorrit?”
Willie Jackson stood at her office door, a lit cigarette dangling from a corner of his mouth, his leather
jacket hanging open and his eyes as big and round as his county-famous blueberry pancakes.
“What does it look like?” Amy dug around in the carrier searching for a bottle, pacifier, something, to
soothe the baby’s cries. “Lose the cigarette. It’s a baby and I’m pretty sure it’s hungry.”
He lifted those shocked eyes to Amy’s face. “Girl, you been keeping secrets from ol’ Willie?”
“Oh for Pete’s sake. Are you nuts, William Jefferson Jackson? It’s not my baby. I found it at the back door
when I came downstairs.”
“Whose is it?”
“No idea.”
“What is it?”
Holding the small bundle like a football in one arm, she shoved the piece of paper she’d found at him.
“Same answer. I haven’t looked yet. Here, read this. I found it tucked inside the blanket.” Once he had it,
Amy placed her pinky finger over the baby’s lips. It immediately rooted, then latched on to suck.
“I knew it. It’s starving.”
“‘I’m sorry,” he read aloud, ‘but I can’t take care of her—’ well, we know it’s a girl –‘I have no job and no
way to hold on to one with a baby. Please forgive me for leaving her like this, but I saw how kind you
were yesterday and I know you’ll take care of her like I can’t.’” Willie scratched his head. “Well, shit. We
got us a real abandoned baby, here, Ames ol’ girl.”
“Don’t curse in front of her.” She shot him an annoyed glare, her left eyebrow inching up her forehead
to her hairline.
“It ain’t like she can understand me. She’s a baby, fer Chri-” Her other eyebrow followed its twin. “Er,
pity’s sake.”
“I need something to feed her with.” She glanced around her office. “Can you get me one of the cake
decorating bottles? The ones with the plastic tip? I think that’ll work.”
“What’a’ya gonna feed her? Frosting? You ain’t got no mother’s milk and you can’t feed her coffee
creamer.”
“Dam-I mean, drat. You’re right. I can give her a little water to hold her over until I can run out and get
her some formula.”
“Shouldn’t you call the police? I mean, she’s been abandoned, ain’t she? You can’t just keep her.”
About the Authors:
NANCY FRASER—Jumping Across Romance Genres
with Gleeful Abandon—is an Amazon Top 100 and Award-Winning author who can’t seem to decide
which romance genre suits her best. So, she writes them all.
Like most authors, Nancy began writing at an early age, usually on the walls and with crayons or, heaven
forbid, permanent markers. Her love of writing often made her the English teacher’s pet which, of
course, resulted in a whole lot of teasing. Still, it was worth it.
Nancy has published over forty books in full-length, novella, and short format. When not writing (which
is almost never), Nancy dotes on her five wonderful grandchildren and looks forward to traveling and
reading when time permits. Nancy lives in Atlantic Canada where she enjoys the relaxed pace and
colorful people.
Peggy Jaeger is a
contemporary romance writer who writes Romantic Comedies about strong women, the families who
support them, and the men who can’t live without them. If she can make you cry on one page and bring
you out of tears rolling with laughter the next, she’s done her job as a writer!
Family and food play huge roles in Peggy’s stories because she believes there is nothing that holds a
family structure together like sharing a meal…or two…or ten. Dotted with humor and characters that are
as real as they are loving, she brings all topics of daily life into her stories: life, death, sibling rivalry,
illness and the desire for everyone to find their own happily ever after. Growing up the only child of
divorced parents she longed for sisters, brothers and a family that vowed to stick together no matter
what came their way. Through her books, she’s created the families she wanted as that lonely child.
When she’s not writing Peggy is usually painting, crafting, scrapbooking or decoupaging old steamer
trunks she finds at rummage stores and garage sales.
As a lifelong diarist, she caught the blogging bug early on, and you can visit her at peggyjaeger.com
where she blogs daily about life, writing, and stuff that makes her go "What??!"
