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Erin fell in love with a veterinarian, there is only two problems…his girlfriend and the dog

Tuesday, December 3rd, 2019

 

 

Didi Lawson exchanged her town car for a pick-up truck and learned to operate a tractor when she and her husband moved from Arizona to a farm in  Missouri where she now weaves her tales. Her love for writing started early in  life when  she entertained her friends with her stories, won prizes for he essays in high school and wrote road shows and poems for the youth group in her church. She enjoys the outdoors, her children and ten grandchildren, and keeps an active social calendar.

Erin O’Neal loves Christmas, except not this year because she’ll be all alone for the holidays. To make matters worse, she receives a dog as an early Christmas present, but cannot keep it. The man who delivers the dog is the snob who has embarrassed her in public a few days ago.

 

 

When the snob, a handsome veterinarian, injures his ankle and needs someone to drive him home to Prescott for the holidays, Erin is available. Getting to know him better, she falls in love with him. There are only two obstacles: his girlfriend and her own dog phobia. 
 
 
 

 

Snippet:
May I have this dance, Erin?he asked.
She could only nod. Speech was impossible as a lump had formed in her throat. After a few steps, she asked, Should you be dancing with your injured foot?
Im wearing a brace,he said and then he grinned. Besides, I can lean on my dance partner.
The guests had formed a circle around the dance floor as more couples joined.
Erins hand felt cold at first but warmed quickly in his firm grasp. With his right arm around her waist, he pulled her close, resting his chin on top of her head.
Relax,he mumbled, youre doing great.
Relax, he says. How can I relax feeling the way I do and knowing its all for nothing?
Did you say something?
No. Nothing.
He drew her in even closer, so close that she could feel his heartbeat through the fabric of her dress. She tried to lean back to keep some distance but finally gave up and rested her head on his shoulder.
Thats better,he said with a smile in his voice, tightening his hold around her waist.

 

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“I don’t have any secrets.” Ally looked into Gavin’s intense gaze, burning into hers, “Neither do I

Thursday, June 13th, 2019

Lauraine Henderson began writing as a child,
poems and journaling, until babies, building houses, and bookkeeping jobs
usurped her world. Now, well established in Oregon and with the children grown,
she devotes her time to writing her favorite genre, clean romance. 



Years of
life experience translate into plots, calamities, and happily-ever-afters as
she writes her inspirational and romantic stories about fictional people who
seem so real, you’ll want to know what happens after the book ends!

~ Blog ~ Website ~
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Allison Lockwood and Gavin Hunt have
been offered the chance to take over the Lazy Daisy Inn and Campground so their
respective grandparents, the current owners, can retire and marry. It seems all
too easy for Ally and Gavin to prove themselves during the six-month probationary
period until they’re fighting disasters at the campground and failing at
over-optimistic baking expectations.

As Ally and Gavin slowly explore their growing attraction, they help each other
fight fires, endure raging storms, and share a few passionate kisses. But
there’s more than fires to fight when Ally’s grandfather disapproves of their
budding romance and Ally is convinced Gavin has a girlfriend in the wings…a
girlfriend expecting his baby!

Ride along as the two unlikely innkeepers figure out how they fit in their new
life and learn the lesson taught by the Daisies in the Driveway.

  
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Snippet:
Gavin opened the left door and allowed
Ally to enter before him. She couldn’t help noticing that even though he’d
dressed down in jeans, he still smelled intoxicating, like the buttoned-up
lawyer she had met only a few weeks ago. The room looked strange and not at all
like the fantastical space she remembered. The old, worn open beams of the
stick-framed roof were the same grizzled brown, nails pinned haphazardly,
reminiscent of artwork hanging on wire strung between them, and to the side,
under the slant of the roof, sat a small twin-sized bed with the familiar faded
floral quilt from her youth. An adequate chest of drawers guarded the new
partition. Although small, the room gave every appearance of an old attic and
certainly the space would be enough for the short amount of time she would need
it. The only thing out of place was the half-window at the end of the
unfinished wall. Ally laughed out loud at the sheetrock, nailed and taped, but
not finished.
 
“Can I see your side?” she asked. She
wanted to know if it was a mirror image of hers.
“Sure.” Gavin backed out of the room
and opened his door, stepping aside once again for Ally to enter. Sure enough,
his room was an exact duplicate in reverse, including the odd-looking
half-window at the end of the new wall. Except his side didn’t even have the
sheetrock; only wall studs with the back of her room’s sheetrock to separate
the two spaces. His dresser was also standing against the partition, but a
different style than hers, and his bed was covered in a faded quilt of the
American flag. Altogether, the whole room appeared terribly small for someone
of Gavin’s height.
Ally couldn’t help the spurt of
laughter that jumped from her lips. “Privacy without secrets.”
 
“I’m sorry?”
 
“Like a shield. We can’t see each
other, but we could speak in our normal voices and be heard.”
 
“I don’t have any secrets.”
 
Ally looked into Gavin’s intense gaze,
burning into hers, and agreed. “Neither do I.”
 

 

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Interview, Jo Grafford, author of Breaking Ties

Saturday, February 8th, 2014

When did you first know you wanted to be an author?

I don’t remember being hit by lightening exactly, but I’ve been writing as far back as I can remember. By the fifth grade, I was writing short stories and poems and entering writing contests.

A great way to start. What makes you passionate about writing?

It’s my gift. It defines who I am. To be happy, I have to write. Like at addict needing a fix, I get all twitchy when too many hours pass without finding time to write.

Interesting… What was the pathway like for you to get your first book published?

After years of drafting partial manuscripts, it was nine months of self-imposed (more…)