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What happens when the police insist a wedding date will bring the stalker out in the open, and Elliott suspects Charlotte of being a crook?

Monday, February 10th, 2020

 


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! 

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Where’s the harm in pretending to be engaged for a couple months?



Elliott Palmer’s brilliant impulse to propose a fake engagement to his sister’s teacher in order to get rid of a stalker may be the biggest mistake of his life. Or it could be the best thing to happen since his cookie empire went national. 


Charlotte Bloomberg feels like she’s walking a tightrope at work after the scandal last year that almost cost her teaching job. Yet…Elliott’s proposal could be the answer to her saving face with not only her co-workers, but her family, too. 


As the two work through school calamities, nosy family members, and a stalker getting closer all the time, the lines between real and fake start to blur when hearts get involved. But what happens when the police insist a wedding date will bring the stalker out in the open, and Elliott suspects Charlotte of being a crook?

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“We’ll start with the painful stuff first,” Elliott said. “Have you thought any more about what might have happened to the ring? If not, I’d like to contact the principal and the police.”
“I’ve been trying to remember. I went in to wash my hands after dinner. I didn’t want to get anything on my dress, and I think I was more nervous last night than I was the first night.” Charlotte wrung her hands together as she talked, and Elliott clasped his hands over hers to stop them.
“Calm down. Work the problem.”
Charlotte took a deep breath and closed her eyes, as though she could watch her memories like a movie. “I took off the ring and rinsed it because my hands were sticky. I set the ring on the shelf above the sink.” She paused. “I walked to the paper-towel dispenser to dry them off and…” Charlotte’s voice faded, but Elliott could tell she was living the memory. “And Krista came in. That’s right,” Charlotte’s voice lifted in excitement. “She said something mean. I laughed at her. She frowned and demanded I dump you. I think I laughed at her again. Then she got really angry and kind of scary, too. I realized that laughing at her probably wasn’t the best reaction. So, I simply told her we were in love and there was no reason to break up.” 
“Good girl,” Elliott said, his heart swelling for this beautiful woman.
“Oh my gosh! Then I left. I was so distracted by Krista’s ridiculous demands, I forgot about going back to the sink and putting the ring back on.”
“Well, if Krista took the ring, I doubt we’ll ever find it again.”
“Oh, Elliott, I’m so sorry! I’m just sick about losing the ring. Is there anything I can do to replace it?”
Elliott pretended to consider her request. There wasn’t, of course. The ring had been in the family for years, but he was pragmatic enough to understand that it was only a ring. After his parents died, material things didn’t mean nearly as much as before and although he had enough money to live well, money itself and what it could buy never outweighed what was truly important in life; his sister, extended family, and now, Charlotte. “I know you don’t believe me, but I honestly can’t get upset. It’s a ring. A piece of metal with stones so small, you have to squint to see them. After my parents died, I put money in its proper place, way down on the list of important things in life. Possessions share that place on the list.”
“That’s why you don’t mind spending money?”
Elliott didn’t like where the conversation was heading. “Let’s not talk about money. It isn’t worth the time. I want to talk about us.”
“Us?” Charlotte’s voice squeaked.
“Here’s the thing, and I know it’s not exactly the most romantic setting and everything, but I really like you Charlotte. I think I may even be falling in love with you. I don’t want our relationship to be fake. I don’t know if you’re ready for a real engagement, but I really want to see where this might go.” He motioned his fingers between the two of them. “It’s possible we’ve been a little cavalier in our expressions for the sake of the ruse, but I want you to know,” he took a deep breath, preparing for Charlotte to run, “I’ve meant every word.”
Charlotte sucked in her bottom lip and looked at Elliott with puppy eyes, filled with wonder and awe. But a dark cloud blocked out the admiration he saw and pain replaced it. “You may change your mind when you hear what I have to say.”

 

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Will she survive, sea monsters, mutinies, and ghosts that wreak havoc on the ship and its crew?

Sunday, January 19th, 2020
Slave of the Sea
The Chronicles of Salt and Blood Book 1
by Dawn Dagger
Genre: High Fantasy, Pirates
Levanine’s life as a slave is insignificant. She has always been property; bound to her owner, content to serve quietly where no one can cause her harm. However, when her master sells her to pay a debt, her false safety is shattered, and she finds herself offered as a sex slave on the continent of Dreanis.Fearful and hopeless, Levanine expects the worst to happen. Nothing could prepare her to be suddenly swept onto a pirate ship by an infamous captain whose interests are a mystery to her. Forced to think on her feet, the silent girl must overcome a lifetime of servitude to survive on a ship where everything is trying to destroy her.As sea monsters, mutinies, and ghosts wreak havoc on the ship and its crew, Levanine realizes that she doesn’t have the luxury of simply surviving until they arrive at Avondella, her continent of redemption. Levanine must decide whether she will die the person she has always been, a meek nobody… or will she make a name for herself at sea?
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Dawn Dagger has had a passion for reading and writing ever since she could remember. When she was six she drew and wrote her very own book, and though it hardly makes sense now, she was so proud. She has written many books, short stories, and poems since then, and continues to do so. Dawn placed highly in her two middle school years of Power of the Pen and even has her short story ‘The Haunting’ published in an anthology, She admits she isn’t good at anything physical (except some ballroom dancing), or video games, but she does enjoy a nice game of Mario Kart, a trip fishing, or just a walk in the woods. She has a knack for taking pictures of whatever catches her eye; especially brightly colored flowers. Dawn is a sucker for a good fantasy book, lives off of coffee, and loves her wonderful family and friends, and her dedicated boyfriend, Nevin, who is just like a romance novel character.
Dawn has over 70 stories started (don’t believe her? Just the other night she rattled off the 37 stories she’s actually named and what they’re about to Nevin because he wanted to know) and that doesn’t include short stories or poems. She has lots of writing to do, and is excited for what’s ahead!
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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. 
 
 
 

 

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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!

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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
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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…)