I love April

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It’s my birthday month (and my anniversary month) so I’m gonna celebrate the whole time. It’s one of those landmark years for the birthday (you don’t want to know) so I can do what I want.

What I want is to give you presents. My latest book – Cancun Memories – will be on sale for 99¢ all month.

It’s my 22nd book – who knew! I remember when I wondered if I could finish a book (turns out I can), so I’m celebrating that too.

As part of the celebration I’m also hosting a Rafflecopter with a several prizes, including a $10 Amazon card, so please check that out below! Like I said, it’s my birthday and I can enjoy it all. You can enter daily, so come celebrate with me.

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I Want a Do-Over

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Let’s rewind to the first of the year and do this sucker over. January was a horrible month and I want a mulligan.

First, I still had the kidney stone. Finally after the second surgery, that was over, except for the stent, which last several more days. Not to get into TMI, it’s not much better than the stone for day-to-day living. Been living with the stone since December 8, but since it wasn’t moving, I wasn’t complaining too much. Not much different than living with a time bomb strapped to you.

Then when I thought it was over, and had plans to return to the gym, the flu jumped me. Fever got up to 101.8. Thank goodness I’d taken the flu shot (have every year for 20+ years) because my immunity had taken a major hit. Due to the shot, I had a much milder case than I could have.  

Had to miss the official 3rd birthday party for the Grandson, but we’ll do our own celebratin’ in the near future.

But all this has taken an axe to my creativity. I’ve done a lot of editing, which is good, since I’m getting the rights back to the books previously published by Rebel Ink Press, but not good for new stuff I want/need to get down on paper. Have done a lot of mental writing while resting, but that’s not good enough.

Got Dance Partner back up and okayed the new cover of The Infection – The Melting Book One yesterday.

Going to my monthly RWA meeting – Heart of the Carolina Romance Writers – on Saturday and I know that always gives me a jolt of creativity. Being around those women is always incredible. And next week beginning Monday, I’m going incommunicado to catch up. Wish me luck! 

 

 

 

P.S. Got back to the gym! Felt so much better after water aerobics

 

Dallas Revisited

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Had a great weekend in Dallas, visiting La Daughter and Le Partner. Since they couldn’t come in for Christmas we went to them. Can’t wait that long to see them again.

The best part of the trip (besides seeing the kids) was our dinner at Medieval Times. There’s one at Myrtle Beach, but I’d never been. Le Partner performed as the Chancellor for our performance and will take over as the Narrator in a couple of weeks.

Our knight in the red/gold section won. The horses were so beautiful. All Andalusian stallions except the narrator’s horse which is a truly majestic Friesian (like the horse Jamie won in the Outlander series) – did not get a good picture, sorry!

Didn’t realize the fighting was “real”. It is. They broke so many lances in the jousting – and they splintered. The sword fighting was real as well—sparks flew all over. Just before the fighting started a net comes down to protect the audience. La Daughter says you know that’s when the sh*t gets real. These guys are in great shape and put on an incredible show. Too bad I don’t write historicals…

There was a woman that came in late for the show, surrounded by large men, and sat on the front row of our section. La Daughter noticed the clothes and jewelry, though I didn’t. When our knight won and received the token from the queen, he’s to give it to a woman in his section. He chose this woman, who just happened to be Katy Perry – yep, that Katy Perry. The show got short notice she was coming and the cast got a picture with her afterwards. Just added a little glitz to an already super show.  

Since we’d gotten up at 4 a.m. to get to the plane, we headed back to the hotel for a good night’s sleep after that. Took it easy and just visited on Sunday. Did see Darkest Hour with La Daughter that afternoon – well done, and Gary Oldman does an outstanding job.

Due to me having surgery next week we came home today and already miss everyone. Got to observe some great characters in the airport I’ll be using sometime.

 

A final note – the eggs in a carton have more room than we did on this plane and of course since we sat toward the back we were the last to board – can no one get that it would be more efficient to load a plane from the back forward? After the vips of course, but think about it someone! Bueller?

 

Welcome 2018!

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Okay, a new year, a new slate. I already feel more optimist. What’s your plan?

Me? I want to finish the edits on A Different Time for SoulMate Publishing and get the third one ready for edits. I want to finish up my shifter series (which you haven’t seen yet) and write every single day. 

I have a new book coming out in April – Cancun Memories, so I hope you’ll be watching for that.

On the non-professional side, I started Weight Watchers. I’m a life-time member, but reached that goal a long time and a lot of weight ago, so I’m back. I already go to the gym twice a week, now it will be at least three times a week. The best trainer in the world, Ana, keeps me going, and I can do water zumba and be weightless for a little while.

Plan to see the grandson (and his parents) every 6-8 weeks because, damn, is he growing fast. Will be three this year, I only blinked . . . Planning trips to see La Daughter too, since she’s moved even farther away, it’s not as easy.

Want to finish decorating the condo. Still pictures to hang, but it’s mostly done. When the bathroom renovation is paid off, we’ll do the kitchen. I’d like to think that’ll happen this year. (I’d like to)

My goal last year at Goodreads was to read 100 books. Got to 95, so I need to pick up the pace for 2018, and at least make a dent in my TBR pile. (Yeah, I’d like to) 

What about you? Are you going to finish that book you’ve been working on? Get an agent? A publisher? Start a series? Go to a conference? Downsize? Upsize? Go for a different job? Make the New York Times Bestseller List? What’s your secret desire?

I’d love to hear about it – maybe you’ll inspire me. Maybe I’ll inspire you. Either way we both win. Thank you so much for your support this year and Happy New Year!  

Christmas Decorating ’17

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We’re overdoing it this year. Since we didn’t get to do any decorating last year, not even a tree, I pulled out all the stops this time.  

We don’t have a mantle any more, but we made it work. We’re using my antique dresser now – it came out of the barn after the house fire when Momma was 5, so we’re taking 1924 and it was old then. It was constructed with no nails, only pegs, and works perfectly.

We have two trees – one green and filled with my ornaments, and one metal with strictly round ornaments. Believe me, we have enough ornaments to fill both. And I love being able to display my fairies again.

      

It’s fun finding new locations for our Santas and the tree, and making new memories. But I do have pics of the old locations. Great memories. No wonder I love writing those Christmas novellas every year! What are your traditions – must have decorations out each year?

      

Cassie’s Life-Book 10

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Blurb:

Ask Cassie about her life on the river and she’ll tell you it’s lovely and peaceful. But while Cassie loves the life she lives, peaceful is not always an accurate description. Whether she’s confronting an armed man who’s in a drunken rage, planning a friend’s wedding or dealing with a ghost in a backwoods lodge, Cassie is going to deal with it the best way she knows how. And peaceful doesn’t always work.

When a mysterious phone call comes for Cassandra Wentworth – Cassie’s past is suddenly back to haunt her in a devastating way. Tom has always said nothing from before the time they met counts, but he didn’t know about this. Sue, Annie, Allie and Jenny are all willing to help, but will it be enough?

Buy link – Amazon

Excerpt

The next morning, however, did not start off to my liking. I was sleeping peacefully in this wonderful, warm, comfortable bed when at seven ten, seven ten in the morning, mind you when I was ripped from my sleep as Tom tore the covers from me and started in on my behind with his favorite alternate use of his slipper.

I boiled up out of the bed with a multitude of unladylike things to say. I managed to contain my language to just, “What in the Sam hills do you think you are doing?”

Tom was grinning at me and said, “Come on darlin’ we’re burning daylight!”

Burning daylight? Was he crazy? I was dopey, sleepy, grumpy and probably several other dwarfs so I just let him have it.

I was fussing about him waking me at the crack of dawn on our first day of vacation, stealing the covers, spanking me for no reason… I was letting him have it. I alternated shaking my finger at him and having my hands on my hips as I fussed. He was still looking at me grinning and not seeming to be listening to a thing I was saying, when he said, “Cassie, you are so beautiful.”

I’m sure that was meant to sound romantic, but I could see in the mirror behind him and to say I was not looking my best was truly an understatement. I was quickly pulling on one of my old robes, which was probably not my prettiest when it was new. My hair was plastered to my head on one side and sticking up on the other. Now with the artistic application of make-up I can look presentable in most any setting but of course I had on no make-up and with the sun streaming in I fully looked my age. I started to snap at him for making fun of the way I looked since he had just snatched me from sleep, but as I looked at him closely I could tell the man was completely serious. What is it about love that can allow him to look at me in that state and still think I’m beautiful? His smile and his sweet talk quickly changed my mood.

“Get dressed, let’s go to breakfast,” he told me.

I looked at my sweet man feeling a mixture of love and exasperation. Slipping my robe back off I crawled across the bed to him and began unbuttoning his shirt. “I’m not quite ready to get out of bed just yet. Why don’t you join me and we’ll get brunch later? Tom and I make a great couple, he may be the boss, but I have great powers of persuasion.

                                               

Other books by PK Corey:

Cassie’s Space (book one)

Cassie’s Tale (book two)

Cassie on the Move (book three)

Cassie’s River Living (book four)

Cassie’s Conflict (book five)

Cassie’s Influence (book six)

Cassie’s Ordeal (book seven)

Cassie Corralled (book eight)

Cassie’s Road Trip (book nine)

Cal’s Law (book one)

Becoming Family (book two)

All of PK Corey’s books within her series are written as stand-alone books. Jump in anywhere.

Meet PK Corey

The love of writing came to me late in life and I spent time trying to fit writing into a busy schedule. Recently I retired, the kids are out and on their own and my wonderful husband encourages me to spend more time exploring the world of writing.

I always hear you should write what you want to read, so I have. I write loving domestic discipline with the stress on ‘loving’. I want a strong man who cherishes the woman he loves and is willing to go to any length to keep her safe and protected.

My Cassie’s Space series shows a mature couple who are deeply in love. Despite loving Cassie’s free spirited ways Tom is determination to keep her safe, even if it takes a trip over his knee. My new series, Cal’s Law, is about a younger couple. Though they come from very different backgrounds, love and discipline draw them together.

Blog – PK Corey’s Reading Room – http://pk-corey.blogspot.com

email – pk.corey@yahoo.com

Amazon Author page – https://www.amazon.com/PK-Corey/e/B00H9W9XB4/ref=ntt_dp_epwbk_0

Twitter – https://twitter.com/pkcorey

Instagram – https://www.instagram.com/pk.corey/

 

 

Release Day for Working Christmas

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When Angie learns her firm is giving everyone a week off at Christmas, she’s devastated. She needed to work, to keep from thinking about her lack of relationship and family. Now she’s on her own for the holidays.

Kurt won’t be able to make it home to North Carolina for Christmas this year. He’s low man on the totem pole at his firm, but he’ll make it work.

Now where did this unforecasted blizzard come from?

 

 

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Excerpt –

In no hurry, Angie let others ahead of her as she wandered the store, picking her choices as she was inspired by a display or craving. She noted people coming in with snow on their shoulders and hair, but didn’t give it much thought. She was only three blocks from home.

Checking out, she had two canvas bags worth of food. The oranges were the heaviest, so she slid that bag up onto her shoulder and glanced at the door. Her jaw dropped. No way. She hadn’t been here an hour, but the streets were covered, not to mention the sidewalks.

Why hadn’t she checked the weather forecast before venturing out? She was dressed warmly enough, hopefully, but she owned better boots for walking in this. No help for it now. Winding her scarf around her head and throat—she hadn’t even slipped on a hat—she headed outside.

Walking was already hazardous, but she kept her eye on her feet. People on the sidewalks had already thinned out, staying indoors in this mess. Angie couldn’t blame them, it was where she would be if not for this shopping run. She should have done this earlier rather than moping around.

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Kurt was a big man, and able to navigate the terrain, but even he was being pushed by some of the gusts that came from between buildings. The weathermen hadn’t called this one and he’d picked up no hint himself.

Something caused him to glance around, stopping on the sidewalk as others, annoyed, shoved around him. Swiveling toward the street, he spotted what was going to happen. That was his gift, analyzing what was coming. He was good at it.

The cab was moving too fast for conditions, and the woman wasn’t looking up at all, watching her footing on the increasingly bad sidewalk.

No time to think—just act. Racing across the street, ignoring the horns that blew at his presumptuousness, he picked up speed. Tackling the woman, he threw both of them into snow-covered bushes as the cab slammed into the building she had just passed.

 

Also check out my other Christmas novellas –