Earth Day, 2015

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Yep, April 22, and guys, it’s important. There’s only the one planet so far, droughts, dust storms, flooding, 100-year storms every year now. Think about it. There’s no where to go, so start small. Don’t buy a plastic bottle of water, refill a recycled bottle – they’re given away free all over the place. That will help with the drought AND put less plastic in the landfill. (The water may even be better.)

plastic bottlesThey always ask me if I want plastic bags at the grocery, then realize I’ve brought my own reusable bags (which again are given away nearly everywhere these days – they fit nicely in the back of the car). The look on their faces when I say no plastic is almost funny. Even if I don’t have a bag with me, paper bags are usually available. And I can get everything in one trip rather than a plastic bag for each item

flood Paper is easy to recycle, there’s no reason to toss it in the trash. Pizza boxes, cereal boxes, spam snail mail – it’s all paper and can be recycled now.

I know some things take a little more thought, electronics, batteries, but nearly every municipality has created a place for these, even if you have to wait a few weeks until pick-up comes around again.

Maybe it sounds like too little a thing to matter, but it’s not. Every little bit helps, take the baby steps until you realize how easy it is. Just start now.  drought

Yes, I write about this stuff and try to make it more real for you. The Melting series was based on it. I’m re-editing Rth Rising and the sequel is almost done.

The Melting Book 1

Remember, you’re helping yourself as well as your descendants. Happy Earth Day!



Here you go – Hannah M, Peg B, Andrienne D and Nina H are the three winners (I can’t count any better than Cherry Adair! But it is my birthday so whatever!) Contact me at and let me know which of the back list you want!!

Yep, it’s my birthday again. They sure do come faster now. This is a special one – retirement just happened and that’s been great, but let me call to your attention to the fact that April 5 is Easter this year. It was 62 years ago as well. As far as I can remember, I haven’t hit Easter for my birthday except those two times. Now I did get married on Easter; that was April 15 – 36 years ago, so I’ve enjoyed the holiday for lots of personal reasons. Ryder and Easter Bunny

Daddy’s story of my birth was that he was at the hospital hanging out and the Easter bunny came hippity hopping down the hall with a baby in his basket. I was too heavy for the bunny, so Daddy offered to take me off his hands, but he really wanted a chipmunk. Great self esteem there, Pops!

Always got an Easter basket, even after I was grown and gone from the house. Try to do that for my kids too. (Just as I still celebrate Valentine’s Day because it was Daddy’s birthday). First time the grandson is getting a basket and I’m trying not to go too far out there. It’s not like he can eat the candy anyway.

Celebrate with family and break into those Cadbury eggs or go hunting outside for the plastic ones. We used real boiled eggs outside when I was a kid, then had a great egg salad afterwards. I know, not at all safe, but we all survived. Wonder if there’s still some old ones haunting Charlotte’s front yard….

Happy Birthday, Twinsy Lilly!!

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Here you go – Hannah M, Peg B, Andrienne D and Nina H are the three winners (I can’t count any better than Cherry Adair! But it is my birthday so whatever!) Contact me at and let me know which of the back list you want!!

Well it sure took its time getting here. After fifty years running one office or another, I’m out. Now please note, I really did go to work for Granddaddy’s company at the ripe old age of 12 – honest. It was a propane gas company and we also sold appliances. At first, my duties were to dust the appliances and fill the drink machine, but by the time I left at 22, I’d created the inventory system they were still using when they sold the company. It taught me a lot and gave me a great work ethic, which I’ve passed down, and I’m grateful for it.

Now hopefully I’m still young enough to do what I want to do – write full time. Yes, I’ve already been writing a long time. Ten years with fanfic from the X-Files and three years as a published author. That doesn’t count the early stuff, which no one will ever see.

I’ve made rules for myself and since I’m the boss, I have to follow them. Minimum four hours a day in the office with no Internet, TV and hopefully phone. If I’m on a roll, I can stay all day, but that’s the minimum. In the afternoons, I’ve promised to start cleaning out the house. If you’ve read Homecoming, you know why (way too much of me in that story). My kids would kill me if I left that for them. Can’t do the whole house in one day, but I can do that drawer, and tomorrow the next one. Baby steps. Maybe I’ll come up with a great idea for another story while I’m doing that. fireworks-4

I suppose eventually I’ll miss having to go into work – nyah, don’t think so. I do plan to force myself out of the house on Thursdays – hitch up the mules and go all the way into town and find someone to lunch with, then hit the grocery store on the way back since it’s senior citizens’ day. I plan to do more housework so Hubby and I can have the weekends free in the future, instead of doing it all then. I want to look like one of those people that comes back to the office looking 20-years younger and smiling. (Maybe they’re laughing at us).

And I want to finish up the nine stories I’ve already got started and are in one state of completion or another. I want them to be what keeps me up at night (if anything does) instead of what I didn’t get done because no one returned my call at the office.

Everyone tells me that I’ll be so busy I won’t remember how I managed to work full time anyway – we’ll see!

I’m celebrating – leave a comment and you’re in the pot for a free book – giving away 3, your choice of my backlist!fireworks-3

Meet Leigh Smith


Thanks for stopping by today, Leigh! Here’s her latest release – The Cowboy Has Her Back

Blurb  The Cowboy has her back

After her Navy SEAL husband is killed by a drunk driver, widowed Mikela ‘Mickey’ Chandler comes to stay with her brother-in-law and sister, Becky.  While out riding, her horse takes off at breakneck speed and Mickey loses her grip on one of the reins.  Fortunately, for her, local rancher Hank Caldwell is on hand to save the day…and the two embark on a passionate and stormy

It’s not long before Mickey falls head over heels in love with the tall, handsome rancher, but having been hurt in a previous  relationship, Hank is guarded and cautious where his feelings are concerned.  There are other problems too, in that Hank is used to being in control while Mickey is an independent woman in charge of her life.  Their relationship teeters on the edge as the two fight for control.

Are they too stubborn and set in their ways to make things work, or will love find a way.


Mickey told Hank to choose the spot.  He picked Rowdy’s Roadhouse, a restaurant on the outskirts of Williston and made famous by regular appearances of Rowdy’s Rangers, a Texas band now famous but discovered at the restaurant by an affluent patron. Since then, whenever the band was on tour and in the approximate area, they made it a point to drop in and play a set or two. Rowdy’s was a popular place and there was quite a line waiting for a table when they arrived. Luckily for them, many of the waiting patrons were large parties and they moved up the list quickly since there was just the two of them.

Mickey had pumped her sister for any information on Hank, but she didn’t learn much. Becky said he had only returned to Williston and let it go at that.  Apparently, the Circle C was one of the biggest and most successful ranches in the area.  In addition to cattle and horses, their holdings included vineyards and almond orchards.  Hank had a couple of brothers and a sister and both brothers worked on the ranch.  His sister married an attorney and moved to Washington DC.  His parents, were still involved in the running of the ranch but based on the gossip around town were gradually turning it over to their sons, Hank, Dave and Randy.

Hank and Mickey weren’t sitting at the table long before people started stopping by. All of them welcomed him home; and expressed their hope he stayed this time.  If people ever stopped coming by the table, she planned on finding out more about Hank Caldwell.  With his tousled sandy blonde hair, bronzed skin and bright blue eyes, fine lines crinkling the edges of his eyes and mouth, he was good looking enough to be an actor or model. He was a man comfortable in his own skin and used to being in command, and it showed. Dressed in dark blue jeans, sharply creased but soft looking and weathered, a checked long sleeved shirt and well-worn boots that were clean and polished, he was one handsome cowboy and she was sure he set many a heart aflutter, hers among them.  The steady stream of greeters slowed down and she was just about to ask him about himself when another couple plopped themselves down in the seat on the other side of their booth.

“What are you doing here, this is most unusual for you?” the man said to Hank. Mickey took a good look at Dave and could see a resemblance but Hank was the winner. “Mickey is taking me to dinner for saving her ass this afternoon.”

“Mickey, meet my brother Dave and this is his, ‘what are you Dani, his lover, friend, mistress, wife; what other labels might there be?’”

“No need for such sarcasm or meanness, Hank” she purred at him.

“I see not much has changed,” Dave said to Hank. Mickey was surprised that Dave took Hank’s disparaging remarks about Dani so well, she half expected fisticuffs to break out at any moment.

“Oh, a lot has changed.  She’s with you now and I only wish you the best of luck and hope to hell you never have to leave town, because we have one more brother.”

“That’s enough, Hank,” Dave told him.

“You came and sat down here, so if you don’t want to hear anymore, then I suggest you find yourself another table.”

Dave gave Dani a slight push out of the booth.  As they walked away, Mickey spoke to Hank.  “It’s none of my business, but I have to ask.  I can guess, but what the hell was that all about?”

‘You’re right Mickey,  I don’t mean to be rude, but I don’t want to ruin what’s left of the evening by hashing through things better left untouched. Maybe if we ever get to know each other better, I’ll explain.”

“Okay, but before they popped in, I wanted to ask what brought you back to Williston and what took you away in the first place.  If the two things are tied together, I’ll understand if you don’t want to go there.”

“They are and they aren’t.”

“I left because when I was in college I was recruited by Homeland Security.  My college major was criminal justice and after September 11th I was all gung ho to go out and protect my country.  When HS came on campus, they offered me a chance to use my education and satisfy mypassion; I took them up on their offer.  So, to answer your question, I worked for Homeland Security.  I’m not active right now.”

“So are you back in Williston to stay?”

“I’m in Williston.  Life changes on a dime and in HS I learned to live one day at a time, that’s what I’m doing.  So enough about me, let’s talk about you.”

“Shall I start at birth and just go forward or is there a particular place you want me to start?”

“A smart mouth, I should have guessed from earlier today.  Start anywhere you like?”

“I told you earlier my sister Becky had twins and I came to help. Once the twins were on a regular schedule, I was beginning to feel underfoot but the holidays were on the horizon,  and she asked me to stay through them at least.  It didn’t take much convincing, spending the holidays with loved ones or alone. I find I’m ready for a change and want to be closer to family. Becky said the district is looking for teachers so I’ve decided to apply for a position. Back in San Diego, there are too many memories around every corner.  I’m a widow.  My husband was a Navy Seal that, believe it or not, was not killed in the line of duty but by a drunk driver. Barry returned from a mission and was on his way home when it happened.  They haven’t found the driver, and I doubt they ever will.  It occurred about 2:30 am, and no one has come forward with any information.  It’s been two years, so I don’t hold out any hope.  It doesn’t matter though, it will not bring Barry back.  Anyway, it’s time for a change.  Becky is my only sibling so living close to her and my nieces makes this the logical place to settle.”

“So if you get the job, you’ll settle here in Williston, or at least in the area?”

“Teaching job or not, I’ll settle here.  With Barry’s pension, I don’t have any financial worries.  I still have loose ends in Southern California but nothing that will keep me there for long.”

“Good to know.”





My husband and I travel the western United States where I indulge my love for words, both reading and writing. I write what I like to read which are romantic stories containing strong dominant men and confident, feisty women. The relationships are always loving and challenging. Conflict is often resolved with either a threat of a spanking or an actual spanking or two, either erotic or otherwise.

Cowboys and westerns are my favorite genre, however my characters, although fantasy, are sometimes based on people I’ve come across in my lifetime.  Truth can be stranger than fiction and although the stories are fantasy, once in a while there is a kernel of real life embedded in the situations.

If the story doesn’t contain a happy ending, it is left open ended for the reader to come to their own conclusions.That’s the great thing about fiction, it can be whatever you want it to be.

The Executive Officer’s Wife

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TEOWCover-Kampe200.300 I have Denisea Kampe with me today for the anniversary of The Executive Officer’s Wife! Please stop by and say hello!!

Five Years and I Still Love It (And Now…It’s Only $0.99!)

This month mark’s the five year anniversary of signing that first contract and I can still remember the excitement and dancing         around the room. I also remember the shock factor of all the publishing world actually entails and later the oh crap feeling when I realized my first baby, The Executive Officer’s Wife, wasn’t all it could have been. Over the course of the past five years, The Executive Officer’s Wife has undergone some serious editing and is now in its second edition, a MUCH better rendition and telling of Libby and Chase’s story. Not only has it undergone major surgery, it managed to spawn a few questions from my readers, like what the heck happened to…fill in a secondary character’s name here. I’m happy to announce, some of my readers are going to be VERY happy to find out, a series has been spawned off The Executive Officer’s Wife and the first book, Parallax, is in its final stages before going off to the editor. I’m also happy to say, I still love my first baby and I still love writing.

The good news is, if you haven’t read The Executive Officer’s Wife, now is a great time! In celebration of its five year anniversary, it’s on sale at Amazon for Kindle for $0.99 for the entire month of March.

Target: Libby Calhoun. She’s independent and strong-willed, the daughter of a near infamous Marine Corps sniper. Libby’s been raised by the resident housekeeper, has learned to take care of herself over the years and doesn’t take crap off anyone. She’s also sassy and pretty darn cute. After one failed marriage she’s not in the market for love, a husband or any semblance of children. One night of hot sex should do it but that pesky situation with her father is making that near impossible.

Security Agent: Chase Wayland. He’s not looking for love either but his golden-eyes sure can lure a girl in. Chase is a former Marine turned owner of his own security firm. He also has a failed marriage under his belt and trust isn’t in his vocabulary. There’s only one way in Chase’s world and that’s his way, whether anyone else agrees or not.

Can these two live under the same roof after the incident? Chase seems to think so, as long as they ignore each other, play by his strict ‘business only’ policy and he makes Libby hate him. Libby thinks so, too, but she wants to do things her way. And her way means Chase’s resolve to be a good guy will be stretched to its limits, especially when she takes to the town in her red boots…

Please enjoy an excerpt…

“Didn’t your daddy ever tell you red boots would get you in trouble?” a familiar deep voice whispered into her hair.

Whirling around, her eyes met Chase’s. “Yeah, he tried to warn me several times. Obviously it didn’t stick.”

Grabbing the now full tray, she left the station. She deposited the officer’s drinks on their table and returned to pick up a couple of drafts for another crew while Chase leaned on the bar watching her every move.

“How long did it take to figure out where I went?” she asked, taking a couple of napkins from the pile beside her tray.

“About as long as it took for me to follow you here,” Chase told her, pushing his Stetson back.

“You were behind me? Here I thought I might have actually made a clean getaway.” She trotted off again and on the third trip back saw him talking Murray.

Great, they’ll probably band together on this.

“It’s probably going to be hard to get that jar filled on this side of the bar,” Chase said, his attention back on her. His eyes roamed her from head to toe leaving a path of flames licking along Libby’s skin. She hoped her outfit was driving him crazy. “Need any help?”

“Not from you,” she snapped. It was then she noticed Trent and Phil at the end of the bar watching with what seemed to her to be pure amusement. What’s good for the goose is good for the gander. “Kandy, can you take this one out for me?”

Libby left the tray and turning on her heel, she headed for the karaoke stage. Grabbing the microphone that started her troubles with Chase in the first place, she returned to the bar and climbed on top of it.

“Good evening gentlemen,” Libby said in the sultriest voice she could summon. Seductively strolling along the bar’s length, she was greeted with whistles and barks. “You all know my bodyguard by now I’m sure.” She pointed at Chase with the mic. “A few weeks ago he answered a challenge to fill my jar. Well tonight he’s challenged me. He seems to think I can’t fill it working the floor.”

Booing and groaning erupted as Libby watched Chase scowl at her and adjust his Stetson even higher. He looked up at her and took a visible breath.

“Last time I believe you all wasted your hard earned pay so he’d be able to, what was it? Dance with me, I believe? That won’t be happening this time. Tonight I’m up for auction. It’s payday, fellas, so dig deep. Whoever wins won’t be paying for someone else to hold me.” Libby finished her little speech and smirked at Chase.

Murray shook his head and Chase took a seat on the stool next to where Libby stood. Murmurs ran through the bar as guys counted, and in some cases pooled, their funds. She knew not one of them that would actually take her up on the holding her bit except maybe the new Lieutenant who didn’t know any better.

“Now then, who’ll start?” Silence ensued. “Come on, don’t be shy. You all know what this jar’s for. Okay. How about fifty dollars? Anyone?” Libby prompted, shaking her hips and licking her lips playfully.

“I’ve got fifty,” one of the enlisted men shouted from a corner.

“A hundred….one-fifty over here…” And it went on and on until finally the new Lieutenant stood on his table and exuberantly shouted, “One thousand dollars!”

Everyone grew silent. Libby looked down at Chase and saw the agitation churning in his eyes.

Standing up, he stared Milner down as he crossed his arms over his puffed up chest and calmly proclaimed, “Five thousand dollars.”

Libby’s mouth fell open and she dropped her hands to her sides. No one could top that. He wasn’t supposed to win.

When all the mumbling died down and no one challenged Chase’s outlandish bid, he coolly turned, took her by the waist and lifted her down from the bar. “I’ll go to the bank in the morning and get the money.” He slipped two fingers in her front pocket retrieving her car keys, burning her with the golden inferno in his eyes. Finding them after grazing the edge of her hip where her panties stopped and her skin started, he tossed them at Phil. “Drive her car home.”

Leaning over, Chase placed his shoulder at her waist, grabbed her by the legs, and hoisted her up and over his back. With her dangling over his muscular shoulders, begging to be put down after realizing her plan had backfired, he strode across the floor and out the door. A sickening round of ooh-rah’s followed them.

You can get your Kindle copy of The Executive Officer’s Wife for only $0.99 through the end of March at:

I’d like to thank my hostess today and thank all of her readers for stopping by! You can find me at my blog, Ubiquitous Musings, at Script Chics, or on Facebook.

Happy reading!

Denisea Kampe

Writing one realmantic moment at a time…

The Diamond Legacy


The Diamond Legacy

Please welcome Joanne Berroa! Her new release The Diamond Legacy will be released March 10 –

My new release: The Diamond Legacy is the sequel to my popular: The Diamond Cross, but can also be enjoyed as a stand alone romance. It’s near and dear to my heart, so let me tell you a little bit about it.


The year 1907 finds Heather and Brenton Emery celebrating seven years of blissful marriage. They are anything but the average couple. The son of Hungarian immigrants, Brenton owns and manages a thriving, top-notch Saratoga Springs hotel and vaudeville pavilion with his partner-wife Heather. She’s an entrepreneur in her own right. Blessed with a keen business sense, she’s made millions of dollars in her undertakings.

But they soon learn even the best marriages have problems, and their commitment to each other is sorely tested. A charismatic billionaire makes Heather an offer she simply can’t refuse. Given the opportunity to spread her wings thousands of miles away from home, she must choose between marriage and her career. Her choice stuns Brenton. Will the handsome and brilliant San Francisco architect Heather joins forces with succeed in rendering the coup de grace on Heather’s now tenuous marriage?

To further complicate matters, Brenton’s secretary is astute and alluring. Heather’s plans fit her agenda nicely. Brenton is faced with the question: How far can a business friendship stretch before it is no longer just friendship?

The Diamond Legacy is a romance saga packed with bold, colorful characters and surprising twists that will tear at your heartstrings. Can Brenton’s and Heather’s love for each other rise above all odds and endure, or is love sometimes not enough?


“Care to comment on this.” He held the papers up for her to see.

“Can’t you read? I’m suing you for divorce.”

“You couldn’t tell me yourself. You had to get your lawyer to do it. You’re a cheat and a coward. I thought I knew you, but I was wrong. You’re an evil woman. You’re so devious, you probably even caused John’s heart attack. Did you slip a packet of strychnine into his coffee, little black widow spider!”

She slapped him hard. “I hate you! You’re pathetic. Your dick is smaller than my little finger.”

“Is it? How would you know, my pretty? You haven’t seen it in a damned year!”

“I’m sure you’ve been showing it off to lots of other women.”

“You should talk. You’ve been sleeping around with that architect and who knows whom else? Which of your lovers lives here with you, bitch?”

Her eyes shown puzzlement. “What are you talking about?” she snarled.

“The men’s clothing in your bedroom! Are you going to deny it?”

Her eyes widened and she relaxed a bit. “No, I’m not. I happen to love that man.”

“So you admit it! You’re having an affair!” Brenton clenched his teeth together. “So he’s the real reason you’re divorcing me. If not him, then it’s the architect. I swear, bitch, I can’t keep your lovers straight.”

“You’re a pigheaded ass, Brenton Emery. For your information, the man who’s staying with me is my father.”


You can purchase The Diamond Legacy (and my other romances) from Amazon, Barnes & Noble, and All Romance ebooks.


Skin Deep


I have Jennifer Wilck with me today with her re-release of Skin Deep! Please stop by and say hello!!

Thanks so much for hosting me here today, Donna, and helping me celebrate the re-release of my contemporary romance, Skin Deep.

Skin Deep was the second book I wrote, but the first one accepted for publication. With its re-release, I now have all my books published by the same house, which, for an anal person like me, is extremely satisfying.

This time around, I have a new cover, which I LOVE! It’s a departure from my normal covers, but I think it represents well the tone of the story. What do you think —

Skin Deep

The story has also been tightened up and edited better, which is gratifying for me as a writer.

It’s a gritty and emotional read and was tough to write. Anytime you discuss domestic or child abuse, it’s heart wrenching. Both my hero and heroine overcome a lot in their past to finally reach their happily ever after, and I hope you enjoy reading their story.

Here’s the blurb:

The last thing Valerie needs, after escaping an abusive marriage to an alcoholic and rebuilding her life, is a broody, secretive, standoffish man. But that’s exactly what she gets when she becomes a makeup artist on the set of a hit sitcom and draws the attention of the series’ star.

John Samuels hides a terrible past—a life of abuse and neglect. A successful acting career and the affection and support of cast, crew and friends, does nothing to convince him that he is anything other than an unlovable monster.

Will he learn that the life he’s been living has been built on a lie or will he be doomed to repeat the sins of his father?

And the excerpt – 

That night, after all the scenes had been shot, Valerie waited for everyone to leave. She didn’t want to answer questions or receive pity.

She arranged and rearranged drawers and tools. The trailer contained three stations, each with its own make-up chair. A long table ran down one wall, with plenty of drawers for storage space. Well-lit mirrors hung above the table. Unable to find anything else to do, and convinced by the silence that everyone had to have left, she took out her keys to lock up. She jumped as a knock sounded at the door, the trailer rattled, and a head peeked in.


“Oh, hi, John.” She expelled a deep breath and willed her heart to slow its frantic beat. “Do you need something?”

“No.” He entered and stood by the door. John Samuels played the lead. At almost six foot three, he dwarfed the trailer and had to tip his head to fit. He folded his muscular arms across his chest and spread his feet apart. “Michelle told me you were not joining us tonight. I thought I would see if I could change your mind.”

Valerie rolled her eyes. “She is persistent.”

“You noticed.” John’s dark eyes twinkled. His mouth widened with a ghost of a smile. Valerie tried not to gasp.

He reminded her of a rugged cowboy—broad shouldered, with a prominent brow, dark piercing eyes, high cheekbones, and a cleft chin. When he smiled, even a slight trace of one, his eyes looked like liquid velvet and his dimples twinkled like stars in the night sky. A five-o’clock shadow covered his cheeks. Her fingers itched to brush against their rough texture, to tease his mouth into a full-blown grin.

“So, what can I say to make you join us?”

As he leaned against the wall in well-fitting jeans and a T-shirt that left nothing to the imagination, Valerie’s mind said, “Sleep with me.” Heat crept up her neck, over her cheeks, and continued to the roots of her hair. A thin sheen of sweat dampened the space between her breasts. She felt the sudden urge to fan herself, like a damsel in distress in an old B-movie. Instead, she ignored her traitorous thoughts. Her balled fist pressed into her tight stomach.

“Tonight, not even chocolate will change my mind.”

She didn’t exactly lie. She had no intention of going to the bar, or of sleeping with him, no matter how her thoughts might try to sabotage her good intentions. She’d been fooled by surface finery before, and it had almost killed her. She wouldn’t let it happen again.

“I will remember that,” he promised. “But next time you will not get off so easy.” His eyes bored into hers for a moment, and then he turned on his heel and left.

* * * *

True to his word, John arrived the following day prepared for battle. With a cursory knock on the door, he dangled a bag of M&Ms inside the trailer, but snatched it back before she could grab them. “We are going out for pizza. I will pick you up in ten minutes.” Before she could answer, he walked out.

Valerie shrugged as she finished her work. The new Valerie never allowed other people to make decisions for her, but she’d practically handed John a permission slip. And, he had M&M’s. How could she refuse?

Ten minutes later, he returned, ushered her out the door and down the steps. Although he didn’t touch her, she could imagine the warmth of his hand on the small of her back, and feel the gentle puff of his breath against her hair. The angle of his body steered her toward the others in the parking lot as if he had taken her by the hand and dragged her with him. An invisible electric charge pulled her. Or maybe it was his Dial-soap scent. That scent—soap and man—made her stomach flip flop. Her uncontrollable reaction to him disturbed her, especially since he appeared unaffected.

He remained silent, strode toward their meeting place, and studied his surroundings as if he expected someone to pop out of the shadows and yell, “Boo!”

Then she saw the brown bag of M&Ms sticking out of his white shirt pocket. Before he could stop her, she reached around and grabbed them, opened the bag and popped three in her mouth.

“Hey, those are mine!” He reached for the bag, but not fast enough to retrieve them.

“Not anymore.” As she danced away from him, she stuck another handful in her mouth.

He brought his hand up to his heart, as if she had wounded him deeply, but the twinkle in his eye gave him away. Valerie had all she could do not to burst out laughing.

“You did not have to take them, you know. I was planning to give them to you later.” He pouted and his dark hair fell across his brow, but not before Valerie saw a flash of a smile turn the corners of his mouth up.

“Oh really? When?”

“After dinner, of course. I would not want to spoil your appetite.”

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