#FridayReads -Get Cozy On The Emerald Isle

Someday In Dublin

Amy makes an impulsive decision and takes a bucket-list trip to Ireland, never expecting to find a connection she didn’t realize she was missing. Here’s the opening chapter of SOMEDAY IN DUBLIN.


He was looking over at her again.
Amy took another drink of her cider and self-consciously tucked her hair behind her ear as she glanced down at her journal. She was embarrassed as hell that he’d caught her eavesdropping on the table next to her, but she couldn’t help herself.
The old guy on the left, who – for whatever reason – went by the nickname of “Duke” was regaling his best mate with a story about his younger days in the army, a very drunken evening and a woman who was born without a thumb.
And Amy just missed the punchline because Mr. Tall-Dark-And-Wearing-A-Smirk was onto her. She strained to listen in without looking so obvious about it, leaning back slightly while holding the journal up, as though she were reading from it. Continue reading

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Someday In Dublin

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“This book works through real life trials and leaves you with that warm all over feeling and the hope that one day.. you will meet your Michael… or make you remember to be grateful if you already have! Wonderful wonderful read.”

And then he felt it – the slightest squeezing of her fingers against his . . .

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“Yes! That’s it, Lizzie! Work for it…can you curl your toes? Think about your toes, Lizzie.”

She blinked rapidly, as if the lights and sounds were overwhelming her. A tear leaked out of the corner of one eye, and then another, and another.

“I know it hurts. I know. I know, Lizzie. But move a toe. Just one toe, if you can.”


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Topic: “Toil”

Tidbit Tuesday: What If Santa’s What You’re Wishing For?

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In my holiday novella, Naughty or Nice, Olivia has just finished work on Christmas Eve at the mall, and with aching feet and no real plans, her holiday could really use some cheer. As always at Christmas, Santa comes through . . .


“Uuuugh…” Olivia said with a groan as they walked through the mall to the main doors. “I can’t wait to get out of these shoes.”

Jill stretched her back. “You sure you’re not coming over?”

Olivia smiled. “I’m sure.”

“Well, if you change your mind, we’re home tonight. Tomorrow we split between his parents and mine, though.”

“Thanks, but really – I’m good.” Olivia yawned, staggering a bit on her stiletto heels.

“Ho Ho Ho, ladies!” Santa’s voice rang out from the tacky foamcore gingerbread house set up in the center of the mall. Jill waved back.

“Hey Santa! Whassup?”

“Still taking requests,” he called out. “What are you wishing for?”

“Alcohol!” Jill called back. “And a foot rub for my friend, here!”

Santa looked over at Olivia. His beard obscured his face, but she could tell he was smiling.

“Is that so?” he said.

“Yeah, but give her the kind of rub that starts at the feet and works its way up!” Jill suggested, waggling her eyebrows. “Somebody needs to unwrap her under a Christmas tree, if you know what I mean.” Continue reading