What I’ve Been Reading Lately

I hope this finds y’all having a wonderful summer just how you like it–slow and easy or runamok doing it all…or that nirvana of a bit of both, that’s what I like! (for those of you in other climates where it’s not so warm right now, do stay warm and cozy, won’t you?)

I’m always reading, always talking books over on Facebook,(do join us over there, won’t you?) but every now and then I write a list post like this one in order to mention quite a few books/authors at once for easier sharing. Here we go!





New To Me Authors: 

I’d never read any of Liz Flaherty’s romance novels until I read One More Summer. I loved this book, didn’t want to put it down until I’d finished. Such a great contemporary romance read with compelling characters and a rich community.

The same goes for Liz Talley, I’d never read any of her books until The Sweetest September, and I loved it. The sweetest “one night stand now I’m pregnant” story I’ve read! I’m a sucker for babies. The hero in this book just might make you melt for him in several ways, I know I did!

The last new-to-me author I read in recent weeks is Jane Porter. I read her Take Me, Cowboy and just enjoyed every single page.

I look forward to reading more of all of these new-to-me authors–I really scored, didn’t I?!?





I read several ARCs that are NOW available for purchase : 

I’ve always enjoyed Barbara O’neal’s lushly detailed stories that fill all the senses and engage me wholly in the world, in the characters and this one was no exception. To read an ARC of her brand-new The Art of Inheriting Secrets was such a treat–not only because the story is wonderful, but also because I’ve been a devoted reader of her stories for a long time. If you read this one, I suspect you’ll fall in and be immersed much like I was, so satisfying.

Barbara Delinsky’s Before and Again was simply breathtaking in so many ways! Let me first say, I was thrilled to be a part of Barbara’s reading group and ARC team–I’ve long admired and enjoyed her stories and this one was no exception. Click the link to read the summary, because I don’t think I can do it any justice. Riveting.

Jill Shalvis’ Rainy Day Friends— Mark is heart-meltingly wonderful as a single dad, a loving son, good brother, and yep hot. Lainie’s story is a great read and Mark nearly sets the pages on fire just reading about him standing there!

Kait Nolan’s Can’t Take My Eyes Off You — the third of Kait’s Wishing For a Hero series is a page-turner romantic suspense with just enough edge for suspense yet keep the romance front and center. Steady sheriff Ethan and dedicated doctor Miranda have caught one another’s attention and they’ll find a way to make it work.


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Island Christmas Snapshot : Santa’s Here!

Christmas music beckoned merrily, the night sky full of twinkling stars, the kids running ahead towards the Painted Parrot where the music and lights were in full force. “I thought it would take me some time to get used to a warm, tropical holiday season that isn’t a war zone-but I’m liking it.” Ford said, the seasonal tunes drawing his family like a pied piper.

“It is different than where we grew up, but I feel a coming home vibe like nothing else in my life-except the day you spilled my coffee.” Katie kicked out, splashing him in the ankle-deep waves, her hand linked with his. “Since I got here, I’ve felt grounded. The sand under my feet, the pull of the tide, Amos. You coming home made it all come full circle.”

“Santa’s here! Santa’s here!” Miriam shouted from the door of the Painted Parrot, waving her arms wildly. A few feet behind her sister, Scarlett broke into a run, turning back briefly to shriek at her parents. “Hurry!”

Owen, a too-cool ten years old, shook his head, but stepped quickly to follow his sisters.

Waving to Nash and Jill just walking over the dunes, babies in arms, Ford and Katie stepped into the merriment of an island Christmas party, complete with a jolly not-so-old fake bearded elf dressed in red board shorts and a Painted Parrot tee. Santa-aka Matteo-already had the kids laughing with glee at his antics as he made balloon animals and mimed his way through slapstick fun.

Behind the bar, a red Santa hat on his own head, Gabe called out, “Give it up, Santa-they want presents!”

A jaunty green hat and a necklace of jingle bells helped Reggie pass as a devoted elf, opening Santa’s big tropical flowered bag with a flourish.

From her seat at the bar, Charlie smiled watching the the kids, Rory right in their midst-island kids and vacationing kids alike gathered around, their eyes wide, faces aglow. No matter where in the world you went, Christmas was magical.

“Merry Christmas.” With a tired but happy smile, Jill slid onto an adjoining barstool.

“Merry Christmas.” Charlie hugged her friend and took the baby from her while Nash pulled up a chair close to the kids, Zane’s arms locked around his father’s neck. The little boy wasn’t so sure about this Santa guy.

Santa Matteo and Elf Reggie regaled the children with reindeer tales and jokes while handing out the gaily wrapped presents. Within minutes, the middle of the floor was a pile of wrapping paper, the kids having all run to  congregate in the kid’s corner where Jane and Sandy had set up snacks, coloring and craft stations. Snacks and drinks flowed freely for all ages.

“How’s Amos tonight?” Jill leaned forward to see Katie on the other side of Charlie.

Katie held up her phone. “He’s all tucked in says Keno. We had Christmas with him earlier today, he smiled the whole time, stole my Santa hat and put it on his head.” Her expression was a little wistful. Having been estranged from her grandfather for so long, she’d soaked up his attention and stories since they’d moved to the island. Now that Alzheimer’s had him in its grip, he rarely spoke and didn’t seem to recognize individuals anymore-he did light up smile familiarly at them all and seemed to be content. That had to be enough.

Charlie squeezed Katie’s hand. “I’m so glad you found him, found us.”

Katie hugged Charlie’s shoulders, her hand touching Jill’s shoulder, too.

“Here, have an elf.” Nash, on the other side of the bar, plopped Zane on the bar top in front of Katie.

“Cutest elf ever.” She laughed, catching the boy before he dived off the bar. They didn’t call him Flash for nothing.

From his place behind his bar, Gabe looked over the room, seeing Matteo and Reggie-sans Santa and elf gear-slip back through the door to join the crowd, followed by Luke and Tag. Rory and Miriam had Reggie by the hand, tugging her to the kids’ corner to show her Santa’s bounty. She winked at Matteo as he made his way to the bar.

Sliding a cold one to Santa Matteo, Gabe also sent Sandy with bottles to Luke and Tag, where they stood waylaid by celebrating locals.

At their raised-bottle salute, Gabe raised his lemonade glass with a nod.

“Merry Christmas, Daddy!” Rory grabbed him tightly around the waist before dashing off again. He watched her with a grin, his eye catching Charlie’s.

It was a good day to celebrate here at the Painted Parrot.

It was always a good day to celebrate at the Painted Parrot.


Click here for the next Island Snapshot : Paradise Indeed! 

If you’re new to my stories, HERE’S my catalog where you can check out my books and read more about the folks in these snapshots.

Thank you so much for reading, for supporting me and my work! I enjoy you all and can’t wait to see what the New Year brings 🙂 As always, if you’d like to chat, catch glimpses of this writerly life, pop on over to Facebook and find me!

Merriest and Brightest of Holiday Wishes to You and Yours! xoxo

Just Like That…

A few weeks ago, I started to notice changes in the cornfields along my country road–the brown sneaking up the stalks of green corn until it reached the top of the curling leaves, the musty smell of drying corn in the air. The soybeans on the other side of the road waned from lush green to faded yellow then grayish brown.

Then came the farmers and the ages-old ritual began with modern day machines. The tractors, combines, wagons, and semis appeared in the fields and along the road. The rumble vibrated through the house, the dust clouds filling the air outside.

This is my marker of the season’s shift from summer into fall.









Every year, time and again.









And just like that, with its still-warm days, soft orange evening light and cooling nights, Fall is here.

What are your seasonal markers for summer fading into fall?

(Do share with me by commenting here or popping over to Facebook and joining the conversation there!)



Book Talk: Historical Fiction

BOOK TIP: Historical fiction fans, there’s a wonderful list of book suggestions in this article. I checked four of them out from my public library–I’ve already started reading Ahab’s Wife and am riveted!

The article features the bookseller of Parnassus Books and author Geraldine Brooks. I enjoy Geraldine Brooks‘ work–if you haven’t read her, DO. The Secret Chord is lush and riveting–so a list of book suggestions from her caught my attention. If you’re so inclined, I think you’ll enjoy the article as well as the book suggestions.



I’d love to hear if/when you read any of the books on this list–email me or pop over to the conversation on Facebook!