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April 5…

87d5d-e is for Everything–As in, Murphy’s Law says if it can go wrong it usually does.

For instance hubby and I went to the dump today and on the way there the power steering in his dad’s truck got real stiff. Not a good sign. We got home and he got a call that a special sheetrock tool he’s been needing was available for very cheap, too cheap, but we couldn’t pass on the chance it was really a good deal. Being a rather large tool, we took his dad’s truck again, to haul it. Thirty-two miles one way–to a town that is only about twenty miles from where we live– Why? Because for two months the mile long bridge between our area and the other town has been under construction and impassable, and will be for at least another month.

So off we go to get this great deal, hubby fighting the steering with the knowledge he’ll have to put in a new power steering pump very soon. To make the long trip longer, this is Renaissance Fair weekend in the large town between home and where we’re going. It’s also spring cleaning-free dump weekend in said large town. Results? Lots and lots of extra traffic on the roads, combined with those on this side of the bridge no one can cross but with places to go.

Type of tool hubbs needs

We get where we’re going only to find out the tool we went to buy is not what he needs. Oh, it was a sheetrock tool, just not the one we were hoping it was. It was not like the one to the <– left, that raises whole drywall panels and holds them to hang on ceilings.

Type of tool for sale

It was a pole jack like that one –> that holds the rock in place once you get it up there. No help at all. lol Did I mention it was cheap? That’s why. 😆

We return to the truck only to learn it may not get us back home–32 miles–half of which is freeway. Down the street was three different big name auto parts stores so getting a new pump wasn’t a problem. Hubbs had that much cash on him and the store offered the tool to do the job rent-free. So, we take a chance and head out.

Well, we made it almost home, stopped at a gas station near home to check the truck and put fuel in to replace what we’d used, got back on the smaller highway and were within 5 miles of home, before everything shut down. We’d lost the serpentine belt. Hubbs put it back on and we got all of 100 feet before it came off again so we coasted down the hill to turn onto the road that leads home. Just as you get onto that road there’s a small turnout so we prayed we’d make it that far, and we did. Thank you, God! But…the belt had come off completely on the road somewhere in the last mile.

Hubbs went looking for the belt while I called our insurance tow service. After all, that’s why we pay for it, right? Well, guess what? It doesn’t transfer to another vehicle even if we are driving that vehicle. Not even when Hubbs name is also on his dad’s insurance. Nope, it will cost us $79.95 for a five mile tow–but then we can argue it out with our insurance later. Oh- and they want the credit card number over the phone before the service that’s on OUR side will dispatch the tow  truck.

That’s all fine and dandy…except, on the way to the dump this morning we stopped for coffee. I took my card in, didn’t use it though, stuck it in my jeans pocket and forgot to put it back in my wallet in the truck. Went to the dump and I guess that’s where my card is still. Before we went to look at the tool I had to put a stop block on my missing card that I’ll get the replacement for in ten days. The good news is I can’t spend the money on that card until I get the new one, so I’m not broke. LOL

Forget the tow service. Daughter offered to pay when she met us where we broke down, but hubbs declined and I rode with daughter while he fast-footed the truck home on a wing and lots of prayers. lol It only took him two hours to replace the steering pump and off we went to return the tool. Carl’s Jr. was dinner. LOL Needless to say I didn’t get to post a blog today until late, but I hope you enjoy the story of my Saturday. 😀

Please stop back in on Monday to see what I have for F.

Dodadagohvi~

Calisa Rhose presents ~ Jennifer Lowery

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Welcome one and all! Grab a beverage of choice, something sweet and sinful. No-no, not the men. What’s the matter with you? You know the hands-on rules… The guest gets first pick! 😉 Take a comfy seat for another, or a first, spin in the Round Pen.

I’m thrilled to welcome my wonderfully talented guest today, Jennifer Lowery, who is sharing their book, Murphy’s Law with us!

Please show ­­­­­­­­­­­­­­Jennifer some real Ranch love!

Before I get to the nosy 5-3-4 part of this interview, tell us a bit about you.

I’m a wife of twenty years to a fabulous man and mother of two teenagers! We live in a small town in Michigan and love it. My son is in college, my daughter in  in middle school. I write full time now after quitting my job as a Respiratory Therapist (after 13 years). Yep, it was time to follow my dream and do what I love the most! And I’m so happy I did!  

I’m sure your readers are glad you did too!

Okay, I’ll begin with five questions, then follow with three more, and end with four final ones.

My writing area at the moment is a corner of the couch in my living room. What does your writing space look like?

My office is in our bedroom. It’s sectioned off and I have a cubby with a desk and drawers and my own window and bookshelves. It’s awesome. I’m on the third floor so it’s quiet.

For a lot of writers it’s a life-altering event coming up with titles and character names. Others it comes as naturally as breathing. Which is it for you?

Titles, not so much. I’ve been lucky with mine so far, they’ve been fairly easy. But I don’t like coming up with them and I’m the type of person who can’t start a story without a title. Names, I love. They have to be right or the character is wrong.

What advice would you offer aspiring and new writers?

Write what you love and from the heart. Don’t worry about genres and word count and where you’re going to fit. Just write your story.

Good advice.

The constant shift of the industry makes me often scratch my head and ask ‘what next?’ So, what do you think it takes to be a successful author at the moment?

I’m with you! It’s constantly changing. I think you have to be flexible, but don’t sell yourself short. Continue to write your story the way you want to write it. That will never change.

Who would you like to meet in the publishing industry- dead or alive- and why?

Oh, there are so many! I would love to meet Cherry Adair, Cindy Gerard, Stephen King, Shakespeare, Charlotte Bronte, and so many more. They are my a few of my favorite writers and I have so many questions I’d love to ask them.

It’s time for 3 in 1! I’ll ask the questions and you answer them in one word. 😆

Favorite animal? Cat.

Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter? Fall.

Favorite food? Cherry Pie.

Well done! 🙂

Okay, Flash four. Ready?

What are you working on now?

Book #2 in my mercenary series/Onyx Group (sequel to Hard Core).

What are you sharing today?

Blurb:

Tag: Nowhere to go. No place to hide.

Home is the last place Jon Murphy can go. After being held captive in Tazbekistan, he returns to the States only to find he can’t face his mom and sisters with what he did while he was a prisoner, so he retreats to the mountains.

Widow Sara Sheldon has made a lifetime of mistakes and is now running scared from her husband’s powerful family, who are determined to take her daughter away from her. When her little girl goes missing in the Rockies, Sara enlists the only help she can find: a gruff recluse with tracking skills to admire and a body to covet.

A storm strands Sara and her daughter at Murphy’s cabin, leaving her no choice but to hope her in-laws don’t catch up while she plans where to run next. Murphy resents the invasion of his privacy, but can’t seem to keep his mind–or his hands–off Sara. How can she stand to look at him, with all his scars? He’s not nearly as honorable as she might think…only enough to make sure she’s safe, and then he’ll go back to being alone, the way he should be.

CONTENT WARNING: Sexual content

A Lyrical Press Contemporary Romance

Excerpt:MurphysLaw_JL05.21.13

Murphy sat at the kitchen table, half in the shadows created by the soft light glowing above the stove, hair tousled from sleep. Naked to the waist. A bottle of amber liquid sat in front of him, an empty glass in his hand. Her gaze landed on his muscled shoulders and trailed across his tanned chest. So much for getting him out of her mind. Now she had the real thing to dream about. Looking at the dark hairs that veed down his chest and disappeared behind the table, she decided he’d been right. He was a dangerous man.

She tore her gaze away from temptation and looked at the granite lines of his face. Beneath the hardness of his expression, something haunting lingered. Drawn, she circled the table to the opposite end.

Murphy met her eyes with coldness that should have sent her running for the safety of her room, but she remained standing in place. He wanted to chase her away. This time she wasn’t running.

“Mind if I join you?” She grabbed a glass and from the cupboard and reached over his shoulder for the bottle.

His hand snaked out and wrapped around hers, preventing her from pouring a drink.

“I mind,” he growled.

“Well, get over it. I need a drink.”

Scowling, he let go of her hand and allowed her to pour a glass for herself. She refilled his glass next, set the bottle on the table, moved to the chair beside him and sat, lifting her glass.

“Cheers.” She brought the glass to her lips. His gaze as she drained the glass made her fight the urge to cough as the fiery liquid burned its way down her throat. Seconds later she felt the familiar warming sensation as it numbed her insides. Her eyes filled with tears. She blinked them away and reached for the bottle.

Murphy held it away from her. “What are you doing?”

“Having a drink. I’m not in the mood for warm milk tonight.”

His eyes darkened and narrowed. “You don’t strike me as the drinking type.”

She wasn’t, but tonight it sounded good. Maybe it would soothe away her problems and make her forget how screwed-up her life was. Talking about Kent earlier had brought back painful memories. She didn’t want to feel that misery anymore.

“Maybe you don’t know my type,” she said.

He studied her closely for a moment before rubbing a hand over his face. “Go back to bed, Sara. Sleep it off.”

“I don’t want to sleep it off. I’m tired of thinking about it.”

Maybe it was the whisky, or his naked chest, or the part of her that had been dormant for six years coming back to life. More than anything she wanted to discover it with Murphy, her strong, scarred hero.

She rose to her feet. He watched warily as she stepped in front of him and positioned herself between him and the table. He leaned back in his chair and sent her a thunderous look.

“You and I are alike in many ways, Murphy,” she said softly. “We’ve both lost pieces of ourselves we can’t ever get back and it has forced us into a life of loneliness and solitude. I don’t know about you, but I’m tired of being alone.”

He pinned her with a hard glare. “I’m not what you want. Go back to your room before I do something we’ll both regret in the morning.”

His harshly spoken words sent little electrical shocks through her body.

“I’m tired of people telling me what I want.”

Copyright 2013, Jennifer Lowery

All rights reserved, Lyrical Press, Inc.

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Where can we find you and your books?

Buy Murphy’s Law:

Amazon

Barnes & Noble

iTunes

Lyrical Press

Where will you be next?

JenniferLowery05.21.13Jennifer Lowery grew up reading romance novels in the back of her math book and on the bus to school, and never wanted to be anything but a writer.  Her summers were spent sitting at the kitchen table with her sisters spinning tales of romance and intrigue and always with a tall glass of ice tea at their side. 

Today, Jennifer is living that dream and she couldn’t be happier to share her passion with her readers.  She loves everything there is about romance.  Her stories feature alpha heroes who meet their match with strong, independent heroines.  She believes that happily ever after is only the beginning of her stories. And the road to that happy ending is paved with action, adventure, and romance. As her characters find out when they face danger, overcome fears, and are forced to look deep within themselves to discover love.  

 Jennifer lives in Michigan with her husband and two children.  When she isn’t writing she enjoys reading and spending time with her family.

Find Jennifer:

Author Website   Facebook   Twitter   Romance Recipes

Thank you so much for playing along Jennifer! Wishing you much luck with your book and writing. I hope you’ll come visit again one day.

Dodadagohvi~