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Comings and goings…

Comings and goings…

It’s been a while since I have blogged. Really blogged.  I am having withdrawal. I miss it.  I miss reading. I miss writing and commenting. I am going to catch up. I swear. I have to. It’s been a crazy few month. Well, it has been a crazy year, and I am still recovering from it. Slowly. Moving, renovating a house, working full-time, having to republish two books, working on audiobooks, finish writing my third book were the big ticket items…

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Plan Cee

Plan Cee

I’ve been pretty quiet lately… But I have had good reasons. I have feverously been working on this – and am so excited to share the cover for Plan Cee. Anna, Cecelia, Beatrice, and Walter are back! If you remember, it was a tense and upsetting moment for Cecelia Reynolds when Walter’s friend, Keith, showed up to officiate the wedding ceremony.  But why was she so stressed and anxious?  Why did she lie to Anna about knowing him?  Who exactly is/was…

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Never too late…

Never too late…

Two and a half hour, at least, was the amount of time I spent in my car every single day driving back and forth to my office. Well, driving was actually stretching what I did. I basically sat in my car and inched my way across Long Island in bumper to bumper traffic.  I’d be bored out of my mind. There was no pretty scenery to look at.  The droning radio, despite what I tried to listen too, never managed…

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Again…..

Again…..

Hi Guys! It’s me… The Lucy! I don’t know why I always think things will be different. But nothing changes here. My mom is at it again!  Putting me to work…. Come on people!  What the CAT is wrong with this woman?  Doesn’t she know I didn’t sign up for this when I agreed to adopt her? I planned for a life of leisure! I expected my days to be spent lounging in a soft bed watching bird TV.  Instead…

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Blog tours…

Blog tours…

Often times I have long conversations with my husband. Well maybe a conversation is a bad description. Actually I am babbling non-stop. He stares at me wide eyed with his mouth hanging open. He tries to be polite. He nods his head at all the proper places, but I really know he isn’t listening. Finally I finish. He scratches his head and stares at me. Trying to keep a straight face he asks, “Did you really expect me to understand…

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