Osiyo~

We’re ready for winter and Christmas here on the ranch. Got the decorations up and the horses geared for fun.

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But when I find a minute to sit down and rest I’m reading a fun book currently. It has a sexy older hero, a heroine who reminds me of myself, (except for the cremated hubby) and secondary characters I don’t know if I want to love or hit! Today in the round pen I have the fantabulous Lynne Marshall! She’s talking about the book I’m reading: One For the Road. I tried for many weeks to get this book and finally did. This is one book I will be keeping in e and paper format. Want a good chuckle? Heads up!

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Thank you for the book Lynne, and for taking time to visit my cyber ranch. Ignore the horses. They are getting ready for the reindeer races later this week.

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Here we are on the eve of winter solstice, the shortest day and the longest night of the year, and I’m so happy to be guest blogging for Calisa Rhose.  Winter solstice is also known as midwinter or first official day of winter, the day when the earth is the farthest away from the sun. Today is also one year away from the end of the Mayan calendar in 2012.  Honestly, I’m not worried about the end of the world based on a culture that couldn’t survive itself.  And I’m not going to let worry interfere with my enjoyment of the holidays.  I’m ready to celebrate!

The best way I know how to celebrate is to count my blessings.  Yup, just like George Bailey in It’s A Wonderful Life (after the angel Clarence set him straight) I’m going to focus on what I do have and not what I don’t.  We’ve all had disappointments in life, and since we can’t have do-overs or set back the clock (except on daylight savings time in the fall), we may as well move forward.

What do you say, let’s leave behind those nagging disappointments and look forward to a new year, a year filled with possibilities.  There are surprises waiting for us, we just have to set ourselves up for the best possible outcome by working hard, keeping a positive attitude, and by being open to change.

In my Wild Rose Press book, One for the Road, my heroine has lost everything near and dear to her.  She’s a widow, broke, and stranded with her only asset being the forty-foot deluxe RV. She’s bargained to drive a rowdy country band toLas Vegas fromNashville, and instead of fearing for her life, she’s having a midlife coming of age experience.  When her sons suspect she’s leftNashville for Nutsville, she is determined to take back her destiny.  On the biggest detour of her life, she discovers there’s no place like home, and home is where the heart is.

How about you?  What have you had to reclaim this past year?  Everyone who comments today will get their names in a drawing for a free e-book of One for the Road.

Here’s an excerpt:

D’Anne breathed shallow, silent breaths through relaxed, parted lips. Thick brown lashes rested on her cheeks. For the first timeTylernoticed a sprinkling of freckles across her nose. He liked the oval shape of her face, and the tiny thumbprint of a cleft in her chin. He hankered to trace it with his finger.

Tylertook a deep breath, inhaled the faint scent of D’Anne and last night’s perfume. His eyes drifted to her chest as it rose and fell. He wondered how it would feel to put his hand on her stomach and stretch his fingers across her skin. Or slide his palm along her side, and up over her ribs, until he cupped her breast. He wanted more than anything to touch her, flick his thumb across her nipple, feel it respond and tighten beneath his caress.

I won’t bite. He remembered his promise. Oh, but he did want to bite. He longed to kiss her neck, starting at the curve of her shoulder and moving up to her ear. He longed to feel the soft, pliable lobe in his mouth to suck and nibble just a bit. He craved licking her to see if she tasted as good as she looked. And hell yeah, he wanted to bite her too. And he wanted her hips right on top of his…?

The tight bulge in his pants grew harder. He rolled onto his back, adjusted himself, and considered putting the icepack on his crotch. Instead, he placed it on his aching brow and groaned.

“You okay?” her husky, sleeping voice whispered.

“Just peachy, Slick, just peachy.” He shut his eyes tight and tried his best to ignore the woman that made his body wake up and want to live again.

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Get your copy of One For The Road: 

http://www.thewildrosepress.com/index.phpmain_page=product_info&cPath=175_140&products_id=4556
http://www.amazon.com/One-for-the-Road-ebook/dp/B005CI7BVQ/ref=sr_1_2 ie=UTF8&qid=1323750227&sr=8-2

Lynne Marshall is a multi-published author for Harlequin, Mills & Boon, and The Wild Rose Press.  She firmly believes it’s never too late to fall in love, and second chances shouldn’t be squandered.  Visit Lynne at her website: www.lynnemarshall.com

Remember- FREE-E-E-E-E BOOK! Leave your email in a comment!

Thank you for the great fun, Lynne! I havta say I just love this scene in One For The Road!

Now I have to go save the dog from Old Red.

Dodadagohvi~

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