Thursday, February 12, 2015


Valentine's Day Release 

Disgraced…

Lilly Talbot never imagined she would be starting her life over again.  Losing her good name for something she didn’t do forces her to move into an old lake house she inherited in Vermont. Upon arrival, she is shocked. Half the roof is about to slide into Lake Champlain. Even more upsetting, the man who can fix it will only agree if she trades him room and board for his labor. What will the good people of Haley think of her sharing a house with the handsome bachelor?

A man with a past…

Connor “Mac” McQueen, once one of the infamous Whiz Kids of Wall Street, spent three years in prison for insider trading. Only one thing sustained him during his time inside, the thought of owning Point Cottage, a home he’d fallen in love with years ago. Now his plans to transform  the house into a stunning showcase for his eco-friendly home construction business might be scrapped.
 

Secrets and lies…

Now someone’s trying to drive Lilly from her home. Is it someone from her past?  Mac has secrets of his own-- that could ruin lives if revealed. But if Lilly and Mac are to have a future together they must first delve into the past for answers and accept some difficult truths about each other. Only then, will they know if true love is in their hearts.  

                                          

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Sunday, January 4, 2015

Taking Down the Tree



I don't know about you but I always procrastinate when it comes to taking down the Christmas tree. I have neighbors who park their tree at the curb before New Year's Eve. To me, that's a sacrilege. Taking the tree down is closing the door on Christmas--which happens to be my absolute favorite time of year, so you can imagine my hesitancy. On the other hand, I used to have a neighbor who kept her tree up through Valentine's day, which even for a stalwart fan of Christmas like me, seems a bit too long.

We have always had a fresh cut  tree...until the pivotal  tree episode last year. As usual, we made the 45 minute drive to our favorite Christmas tree farm. This place had all the bells and whistles including a  resident reindeer available for picture taking,  a well stocked Christmas shop, hot chocolate and a train like truck that delivered and picked you up at the forest of your choice. It was a chilly but sunny day and we were one of about fifteen customers who'd chopped down their tree and were in the line for the tree "shaker." I was about to suggest we do our own shaking at home when it was our tree's turn. After all of the  dead needles were shimmied off  my husband and a helper hoisted the tree to the top of our SUV. My hubby said he could take it from there.

He opened all the doors, rolled down the windows, then shut the doors. He was so intent on securing the tree that we never questioned why he did so. Then I noticed several men with their hands folded across their chests, staring at our car, with the trussed up tree, chuckling. Then I got it. My  husband had tied all the doors shut and we were locked out.  I don't know if it was to save face or not, but my husband was not about to disassemble his handiwork. So, four large adults had to crawl through the tail gate to get into their seats. When we returned home, we all exited the car through the tailgate as my favorite neighbor watched, doubling over in laughter.

At my husband's suggestion, this year...we purchased a beautiful, pre-lit Christmas tree from Balsam Hill. I'm not sure if  he had an aversion to returning to "our" favorite tree farm or he's simply leaning towards  convenience. What ever the reason, I finally have my most realistic Fraser Fir tree. Post Christmas, all we have to do is remove the ornaments and trot the tree down to the basement. No needles to clutter the carpet, no water will be spilled from the tree stand and no dragging it out to the curb. It's a win-win for everyone. 

The only thing I'm going to miss...is getting our photo taken with Rocket the reindeer. 
 


 
 

Thursday, December 18, 2014

WE NEED A LITTLE CHRISTMAS









 
It appears my town  is on an accelerated holiday decorating schedule this year. The Thanksgiving turkey leftovers were barely cold when families rushed  outside  to take down the last traces of Halloween cornstalks and straw bales so they could begin stringing up their Christmas lights. Before dusk, sleighs with reindeer, angels and snowmen had sprouted up in snow covered yards.  Thanksgiving was over fast enough to give a pilgrim whip-lash. 

Maybe the rush to Christmas was inspired by the feeling of "we need a little Christmas," which you might remember from the musical movie Mame. If you recall in the movie, the economy was in the tank, money was tight and Mame, played by Rosalind Russell  or Lucille Ball, depending on which decade you saw the movie, was faced with the daunting task of mustering up a little happiness in the face of financial adversity. To be honest, I live in a part of the country that is still struggling. So I get it. Christmas can come a little early and stay a little longer but I draw the line at Easter eggs in the snow.