Tuesday, November 10, 2015

It's down-right Frightful how fast time flies!!!

Oh my gosh, I can't believe its November already...What? And that it's nearly over? OMG! Time really does fly!

I hope that you know but just in case, let me say how very much I appreciate all you magnificent readers. I'm like Wow! Because of you my romance novel, Man of Her Dreams, continues selling on Amazon.

And of course, that means someone out there is reading it!!

It always spurs me on to keep plotting and writing the next installment- Glory Daze, a novel featuring Dottie and Earl on their anniversary road trip. So many funny things happen to them, none the least that they find amusing at the time but you know what they say, don't you? 'What doesn't kill you makes you stronger.'
I swear, by the time they get back home- if they get back- they'll be able to bench a truck! Or at least the vintage old Honda they're riding. Do you wanna peek? They've stopped at a motel for the night after a grueling day on the road.

*   *   * 
       Dot came out of the bathroom wearing her comfortable green robe. “I feel as if I’ve hit the ground from a forty-foot drop,” she said as she wobbled into the room,. Her body ached in places she’d forgotten she had. “Are you sure we didn’t wipe out back there?”  
    Earl balanced on the edge of the chair trying to toe off his new leather boots.  “Back where?” he managed to squeak out as he tugged on the offending boot.    
    “Here, there. I don’t know. Where the heck are we?” She slid around the edge of the bed stopping at the foot where he’d tossed their luggage. “Every bone in my body hurts,” she said, unzipping the leather bag.  “I’m glad I remembered to pack the ointment.” Dot retrieved the tube of topical arthritis pain medicine. “Be a sweetie and rub some on my back.”
       Earl was pulling on the heel of his boot, his face red and forehead dotted with sweat. “Let me get these damn shoes off first” he grimaced, hooking the boot’s heel on the edge of the coffee table and pulled. A white stocking foot slowly emerged. He repeated the process, freeing his other foot from the stiff leather boot and sent it sailing across the room.
     He fell back into the plush chair cushions; both arms flung to his side as he closed his eyes. “Ahhh.” He flexed his feet and wiggled his toes. “Whose idea was it to wear new boots, anyways?”
     “Yours, remember? Along with the leather jacket and Oakley’s?” She eyed the white double duvet on the bed and made slow process toward the center of the cushiony mattress.  “No sense looking like an amateur, you said.”
     “As if. You forget, this isn’t my first rodeo.”
    “Yeah. And the Honda’s no horse, either.”
    “I’ll admit these days I’m more of a soft leather type. Like George Clooney or Cary Grant …” Dot held back a laugh. Ha! George Clooney my foot. And the only resemblance Earl had to Cary Grant was the dusting of gray hair. 
    “…distinguished. Comfortable. Did we by any chance pack my Rockford’s?”
       She gave a weak grin and twisted her shoulders left, then right, stiff joints cracking noisily as she moved. “They’re in the bag. I’ll dig them out in the morning,” Once more holding out the lotion. “But for now, can we concentrate on me? Please? I can’t get rid of these kinks in my lower back."
     “In a minute, Dot. I wanna make sure you packed the shoes.”
      She shrugged and tilted her head; the continual racket as she attempted to loosen her neck was drowned by embarassing creeks coming from her knees as she tried to sit cross-legged on the bed. She should probably just pop a couple ibuprofens and forget the lotion. Earl looked worn out as he stood rummaging through the satchel.
       “Aha!” he said as he pulled out the worn leather shoes and set them on the floor. Earl moved like a hundred year old turtle- backing up to the edge of the bed while keeping his back ram-rod straight- like it were tied to a board and then descended slowly onto the mattress. Part of her wanted to feel bad for him. Six hours on the back of a motorcycle was a tad much. But this whole anniversary road trip was his idea. He needed to act his age. Which was middle-aged, not some empty-headed twerp barely out of high school.    
       Earl turned slowly and took the tube from her. “Okay, Dot. Where’s it hurt?”
      “A better question would be where does it not hurt? Which would be my chin, probably because it was cushioned against your back.”
      “I know. I have a dent to prove it.” He unscrewed the tube, making a face as the vapors released into the air. The tube made a noise as he squirted a generous pile in his palm.
      Immediately the scent of camphor wafted between them. “I’ll be quick.” The cold ointment touched her skin followed by Earl’s strong palms, rubbing the cream between her shoulder blades.
     Naturally. She groaned. If she had a dollar for every time she’d heard that lately she could afford her own private masseuse.  Hard to believe they used to spend hours in bed, rubbing bottle and bottle of oil into each other’s skin. The radio would be playing softly in the background and a gentle breeze from a window fan gave them just the right amount of privacy in their tiny apartment.
    Splat! Earl pushed the lotion up around her neck, massaging the nape of her neck and carelessly hitting the rim of her ears which immediately started to burn. When did he become so rough?
     Dot closed her eyes. Some things never change despite their location. But she could pretend…let herself dream she was being pampered in a fancy ladies spa hotel with a muscular masseuse rubbing herbal scented oils into her skin…flirting…playing.
     Lost in a daydream the smelly lotion took on a fruity aroma, of pineapple and coconut and she pretended to feel the heat of the tropical sun beaming down….
     “How’s that?” He said, slapping her on the back. "Better?"
     Pop! The fantasy ended but the heat penetrated deep into her aching muscles brought immediate relief. In a matter of moments soothing warmth began to work its magic.
       “Anything else?” Earl said as he capped the tube and tossed it onto the bed. He strolled across the room in his stocking feet, soundless, except for the noise sounding like pop-rocks coming from his joints. “Epson salt? A pedicure? Maybe you’d like some hot towels to drape around your sore shoulders?”
       She ignored the sarcasm. “Mmm…Sounds wonderful,” she murmured, and stretched out across the soft bed, closing her eyes. “I’d be willing to try anything but I can hardly move much less roll over.”
      She could hear Earl rummaging around in the bag but she was too weary to open her eyes. He was big enough to lay out his own socks.
     “Who said you need to roll over?” He slid across the spread beside her.
     Suddenly cautious, and very leery of his tone, Dot cracked one eyelid. What squirrel crawled up his leg? She twisted just enough to see him more clearly, taking note of the gleam in his eyes as he arched his brow. “I have just the thing here that’ll fix you right up. Something to take the edge off.”
       “The edge off what?” She attempted to sit up, but his arm flailed out preventing her from sitting up. Instead, she lay back and turned onto her side to face him. “Earl?”       

      He raised his eyebrows rapidly in a wiggling, comical, silent-movie fashion. “Inquiring minds want to know.” 

First draft stage and all but definitely fun. I love road trips, don't  you? 

Monday, October 12, 2015

Man of her Dreams... .99cents!


Sunday, September 20, 2015

Novella- Night Bird available now!


With a little tweaking and a brand new cover, Night Bird is gearing up to take flight once more! This novella will be available in ebook only. And with a brand new price of .99! Oh, I almost forgot to mention the additional new ending! Yep,  new content, new cover, new price. Can't be that!
Check it out.


Known as the Night Bird, Emma Samson dedicates her afterlife to a solitary existence on Lost Isle easing the passage of the dying. When she finds Travis, weak and desperate to right a terrible wrong, she gift him a few more days to settle his affairs.
Imagine Travis's surprise to wake from a nightmarish rescue and see the face of an angel...whispering the declaration that he has died.

Sorely lacking in faith, Travis must find the courage to test that what he cannot see in order to warn his father before it's too late.
But, can one find love in the last moments of life? Or is death just the beginning....


“Where am I?” His voice accusing and laced with warning. “What happened to the men on board my ship?”
The ominous furrowing of his brow held her in place, fearful of coming closer. She knew nothing of this man, shared only one common bond, the blood that bound them together.

From across the room, she watched him struggle to sit up. “More direct would be, what the devil has happened here? To cause this strange uncertainity draped upon me” he said, running a hand across his face. Long, tapered fingers traced his cheeks as if seeking some familiarity before his hand dropped to his lap. “Tis as if I’m not really here.” His voice shook with suspicion.

Emma knew the disjointed feeling, remembered the questionable surge as the body adjusted, the heady rush of adrenaline shortly after transformation.

“Please…” The stranger’s voice broke through her thoughts. “I must know. What’s happened to my ship? The lives of my men?”

The soft glowing candle illuminated the inky darkness that had fallen as the last light of sun disappeared beyond the horizon.

She met his questioning stare. “The ship you speak of went down. Only charred and splintered wood remains, along with a few barrels of oil carried in with the tide. There were no suvivors.”

"What am I then, if not proof that all aboard did not perish?" If I survived surely there are others."

"You did not survive. Your body drowned. I found you floating with the tide and pulled you to shore."


OOOOOOohhh gives me shivers just thinking about it!

Here’s a recap of what some reviewers have said:
Highly Recommend  
NIGHT BIRD by author Teresa Blue is a great short story. Travis a ship captain is found by Emma a paranormal being washed up on the shore. Emma has special abilities that help the dying complete their journey to death by finishing unfinished business. In the end Travis helps Emma with some of her own dreams never completed. This story is a fast read and I highly recommend it. This book was received for the purpose of an honest review.
Diane reviewed Night Bird
2 of 2 people found the following helpful
What a charming story!
A ship's captain washes ashore and is rescued by an angel. Literally. Emma has one gift to give the man near death--time. Time to come to terms with his death, time to rectify a wrong, time to love once more.

Teresa Blue's debut novella is a winner. Emma's earlier sacrifice tugs at the heartstrings. She's always put others before herself. You want to root for her to find the love that has been missing in her solitary...

A ship's captain washes ashore and is rescued by an angel. Literally. Emma has one gift to give the man near death--time. Time to come to terms with his death, time to rectify a wrong, time to love once more.

Teresa Blue's debut novella is a winner. Emma's earlier sacrifice tugs at the heartstrings. She's always put others before herself. You want to root for her to find the love that has been missing in her solitary life. Travis is the man who can make her whole. Well done, Ms. Blue.
Couldn't put it down & I didn't want to! May 5, 2012
I highly recommend this novella. I don't like to give away too much in any review I write, and I won't make an exception here, but I can tell you that you will not be disappointed with this read!

From the very first paragraph I was invested in this story. I was drawn into the mood and the characters. Emma is the perfect heroine for this story and Travis is not only sexy and manly as the hero, but tender and vulnerable...
I highly recommend this novella. I don't like to give away too much in any review I write, and I won't make an exception here, but I can tell you that you will not be disappointed with this read!

From the very first paragraph I was invested in this story. I was drawn into the mood and the characters. Emma is the perfect heroine for this story and Travis is not only sexy and manly as the hero, but tender and vulnerable at the same time.

Teresa Blue has a wonderful way of weaving her words together to bring her characters to life and put the reader right into the scene. Each word she used to describe what was happening was so well chosen, it made everything so crisp and easy to visualize. Top it off with Emma's emotion and caring attitude to her past, her present and her future and I was a goner. I didn't put this story down until I reached the end.

Beautifully written with twists and turns I didn't expect, I loved following along with Emma and Travis as they revealed themselves to each other...and the story was revealed to the reader. There were several times I was caught by surprise and that's a real treat when reading a story.

I'm not a professional reviewer, but if I were, I'd give this 2 thumbs up, 5 stars and lots of satisfied sighs!

Friday, July 24, 2015

In the good ol' summer time

All Natural Bug Spray for those pesky mosquitos

1 tsp. lemongrass oil
1 tsp. eucalypluas oil
1 tsp. citronellal oil
6 oz WitchHazel

Mix and pour into pretty spray bottles to keep handy on the porch. Smells so good I'm tempted to squirt just for the aroma!

The first day of summer came and went without comment. Little wonder...it was the longest day of the year. And felt like the hottest. We've already seen tempatures in the mid-90s with a forecast of 100 degrees by the weekend. What's a person to do?

I know what I don't want to do. And that is miss out.

Because if I'm not careful one day pretty much feels like the next. And that's not how I hope to spend the lazy, hazy days of summer.

You see, I've got this tiny voice whispering in my ear, coming from an imaginary, drop-dead Fred kinda guy. And he's got lots of ideas, all kinds of things he swears I could do to enjoy the summer. Trouble is, he keeps forgetting I'm not a kid any more.

Seriously. Polar Bear swimming at dawn?

I'm so sure.

Eat peanutbutter toast and icy cold milk outside sitting on the front steps.

Geez, Louise.

Remember all the slippery fun and refreshing hours spent running under the water-sprinkle?

Dream on.

I'm a grownup with a to-do list a mile long...laundry, cleaning shopping and meal planning. My chores are endless. You think I can drop everything and play?


So what do you do when it's so blasted hot?

I'd love to hear your ideas.

Tuesday, June 23, 2015

It's a Party!!

Help share in the launch of Christine's Warner's new book
                 A Friendly Engagement  by Christine Warner.

This is a facebook event. Log into the url below to join the fun. Win prizes! Meet new authors!
Be there or be square! : )
Thrusday - June 25
at 7:00pm - 10:30pm
   Grand Prize - $50 Amazon Gift Card

07:00 pm - Nikki Lynn Barrett
07:30 pm - Teresa Blue (Signed print copy of Letters From Inside - US Only)
08:00 pm - Kristina Knight, Romance Author, Romance Author (3 e-Books {Winners' Choice} & a $10 Starbucks Gift Card
08:30 pm - Lora Lee - Author (Giveaway: Signed print copy of Bringing in the Thieves and $5 Amazon Gift Card)
09:00 pm - Callie Hutton (The Baron's Betrayal - Print {US Only} & e-Book {International})
09:30 pm - Sarah Ballance (Paperback copy of The Marriage Agenda to US entrants and $15 Amazon Gift Card to International entrants)
10:00 pm - Christine Warner ($50 Amazon Gift Card)

Monday, June 1, 2015

Letters From Inside Book Blitz

Novel Book Tours and I have teamed up to give a shout blasting my latest release Letters From Inside in case hadn't heard. I'm thrilled to at last have the opportunity to share with you some of what I love best about the novel.  


The idea-

I love to be creeped out. Any unexpected noise sends me jumping off my seat, hands to mouth and eyes sqeezed shut.
                                   The dedication reads -
        This one is for me. Because it started with a simple evening drive.

And the squeal of your tires as you recklessly sped past.

              You nearly ran me off the road and

                          Your blurry gaze left me wondering…

                                  If you were coming back.



If you're curious how it all began: read about here-  

A great thing about being an author is typing along, making stuff up in your mind and -wham! Your character lets loose. Its like- OMG, I can’t believe I wrote that!

Here's a sample of the things that popped up when I least expected.



Jessie, the darling daughter that has foolishly been exchanging letters with a prison pen-pal.


“Guess what I ask him?” Her girlish giggles erupted and she dropped her voice barely above a whisper. “If they really make license plates,” she said and snorted with laughter. “Can you imagine? I get my permit next year. I could probably get a discount on my tags.”


The worst part...she signed her mom's name to the letters!! Yikes! No doubt Linda has her hands full.

Detective Tom Harrington tries to stop the parole.

 At the parole hearing Tom watched Jenkins practically bouncing in his seat, his eyes and face flushed with excitement, and wondered if any minute the guy would raise his hands and give a testimony.
"I got plans," Jenkins said, "once I'm released. My lady's got everything I ever wanted. A big house, and lots of land for farming. Lots of possibilities. I going to spend my days farming, fishing, and well, you know, it's been a long time. "

A peaceful evening at home is brought to a screeching hault....
The ringing telephone brought Linda back to reality. “Hello,” she answered. There was no response, just dead silence. “Who is this?” she said firmly. The only response she got was heavy breathing.

“Who was it, Mom?” Jessie asked. “Anyone for me?”
Linda’s cheeks flushed as she struggled to keep a lid on her feelings. “I don’t know because whoever it was didn’t want to talk, preferring to slobber into the phone instead.” She glared in Jessie’s direction. “On second thought, maybe it was for you.”


And then there's the sex-pervert Carl Jenkins and his high hopes for them. Branded since he was fifteen in the juvie with a time-dot, Carl's been sneaking into homes and windows for a long time.
As a boy....
When he first arrived tonight, it had been his intention to see her eyes beaming with pleasure at the gift he'd brought her. But now, before he left, he needed to see them shining with gratitude. Gratitude that he'd allowed her to live.

He’s crept in through the bedroom window and waited for the perfect opportunity to get better acquainted.

“I came bearing gifts, and I expect a few trinkets in return.” He leaned down and nuzzled Linda on the neck. “I’m game for whatever it takes. Even if it takes all night long.”
There was nothing gentle as he continued to kiss her, his breathing growing heavy...rapid. Strong arms imprisoned her like bands of steel. He finds their weakness, Tom had said.

Secondary characters are such fun. Meet Flo, a loveable waitress who made the mistake of loving the wrong man.
"Is everything all right?" she asked, lightly touching his shoulder. She kissed his cheek. Her harispray stung his eyes. "You're sweaty. Why don't you take off your hat while I get you a beer? I've got a surprise for you."
By the time he turned around, she'd aready hurried back to the stove, lifted the pan and shook it vigorously, sending the glazed shrimp around the rim without dropping a single one and then set the pan back on the burner. Despite her size, she flitted around the kitchen like a hubbing bird, swift and precise.
He pressed the hat's knit edges around his ears and slowly unrolled the stocking cap into place, pausing to adjust the material across his nose and eyes before finally covering the rest of his face.
"I've got a surprise for you, too."

Ooooh, he is such a bad dude!

I hope you'll check it out and let me know what  you think. And thank you so much for dropping by!


Saturday, May 16, 2015

Now that's pretty!

Short and sweet today folks. Feeling a tad under the weather but I'm sure I'll bounce back. In the meantime, I've been collecting an assortment of dishes for a crafty idea I had. After finding the cup and saucer at a thrift store, I was ready to put it all together.

Ta-da! It's a bird bath. I plan on putting this outside of my She-shed. It'll catch water for the birds and chipmonks. Although I really wish Chip and Dale would hang out someplace else, they seem to like my flowers best.

Let's hope the birds do too.