Jennifer’s review of Tulsa by SL Scott

received_1645942628771341Title: Tulsa

Author: SL Scott

Genre: Contemporary romance, rockstar

Stars: 5🛍🛍🛍🛍🛍

My review of Tulsa is definitely spoiler free (as you should just read this for yourself to see how amazing this book is). This is an absolutely wonderful and beautiful story. Tulsa was a well written and for me a touching story. Tulsa and Nikki are amazing characters and a fantastic couple. Their story was real and moving. I jumped into the story late the other night and didn’t stop until I finished the book. My only complaint is that the story ended. SL Scott is one of my favorite authors to read. This story is one example of why. I’m so excited for book 3!!!!!
received an advanced copy

Jennifer’s review of Retribution by Anne L Parks

received_1645942628771341Title: Retribution

Author: Anne L Parks

Genre: romance, thriller, mystery

Stars: 5🛍🛍🛍🛍🛍

I freaking loved this book! I love reading ghosts, monsters and anything scary or creepy. This series has taken creepy and turned it into scary mysteries. I love the characters in this book. The story had me turning the pages quickly to get to the bottom of what on earth is happening! I am in love with this series and can’t wait for book 3!

**received an advanced copy for an honest review**

Blog Tour: Falling Back Together by Susan Cairns

Title: Falling Back Together
Author: Susan Cairns
Genre: NA Romance
Released: October 20, 2015
She was in Hell.
No one believed her.
Wasn’t kiss-n-tell.
More like destroy and shatter.
Hardened and hurt, Sara Collins is determined to start over–try something new.  Moving away from her painful past and refusing to let them win, she begins putting her life back together and planning a future for herself.
Falling in love with Izach Matthews was not part of Sara’s plan, but the attraction is immediate. Her heart races; her pulse quickens. She can’t deny her feelings. For the first time in her life, Izach treats her like a lady–like a woman should really be treated. What draws her to him the most: he doesn’t look at her like she’s fragile and broken. But when her past is ripped open again, slapping her in the face, Sara’s afraid he can’t handle it–won’t handle it. How can she pick the pieces back up and put her heart back together when it may shatter all over again?

 

“I received this ARC. I absolutely loved it. The depth of the main character Sara went beyond what I ever expected. I highly recommend this book. I would caution people with abuse in their past. This book could cause triggers. Kudos to you Susan Cairns, very well written & looking forward to more!” ~ Goodreads Reviewer

 

“This book is not for the faint of heart as it deals with some very difficult issues, but it handles them beautifully…I loved the realness of this story and it is written with such honesty that it comes together as a beautiful story!”~ Southern Yankee Book Reviews

 

 Susan Cairns was born and raised in a small town in western New York, on the shore of Lake Ontario. She currently lives with her three fur-babies: Lucy, Leela, and Bella. They run the house—she just lives with them!
Susan loves to travel and is always looking for her next adventure! She has been lucky to keep in touch with many friends who live all across the US. They’re always ready to open their homes to her whenever she feels the pull to visit a new place. 
Susan is an avid reader and is often seen with her Kindle or a book in hand. She also has an eye for photography. All year round she has her camera in hand taking pictures of anything and everything, especially her nephews and niece, who are the light of her life. 
Susan received a Bachelor’s degree in Communications/Public Relations from SUNY Empire State College. She is currently working on her Master’s degree in English; she hopes to teach as an adjunct professor after she completes her degree. 
In addition to Falling Back Together, Susan has written three Contemporary Romance novels: The Reunion, The Rebound and The Reason, all part of The Reunion Series.

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Blog Tour: 8 Second Decision by H.J. Bellus

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Synopsis

Merek Slatter is the wild card on the Silver Star Ranch in Texas and always has been. He’s blessed with his granddaddy’s love of the ranch yet haunted with chasing that gold buckle eight seconds at a time.

Tensions are high on the ranch when circumstances threaten to take it under. His dad and brothers pressure him to stay home and become an active cowboy on the ranch. However, Merek is addicted to the road and rodeo. He’s home anytime he can be and provides plenty of money to keep the family ranch afloat, but sometimes it takes more than what’s in the bank to protect tradition.

Now home on a three-month break, Merek finds himself all tied up with the new girl in town. She’s quiet and reserved but there’s something about Challis’ green eyes and feisty attitude that makes her irresistible. When he runs into her at a rodeo and catches a glimpse of her on horseback all hopes of leaving her alone flies out the window.

There are several rumors floating around town about her, however that doesn’t stop Merek from going after what he wants. He knows she’s off limits and only full of trouble, but Merek thrives on trouble and adrenaline.

Then the road calls again and it’s time to leave.
Eight Seconds
Gold Buckles
And the high…
What will he choose?

8 Second Decision Teaser

Excerpt

It’s nearly dusk as the light clouds whirl around in the sky. My head begins to spin even faster and I feel my back sink down the side of the trailer. I slip off the ledge I was halfway sitting on and take a chug from the bottle. My ass hits the ground with a thud and I laugh out loud. Fuck, even my laugh sounds slurred.

“You okay?”

I look up into the most beautiful face I’ve ever seen. Unfortunately, it’s attached to Merek’s body.

“I’s fineeee.” I draw out the word fine to cover up why my speech is so slurred. I stiffen into an upright position trying to act as sober as possible.

Merek kneels down in front of me.

“Wants a drink?” I hold out the bottle to him noticing there’s only about a swallow or two left.

“Challis, did you drink all of this?”

I just shrug my shoulders.

“You’re going to be one hurting cowgirl in the morning.”

I watch as he sets it down at his feet.

“Drink,” I yell. His eyes flash between me and down to the bottle.

“What?” I try to stand on my feet. “Am I not good enough for you?”

“Challis.” His hands grip my shoulders as I tumble forward.

“I just set a fucking record in that arena. Beat all the hometown girls with their daddy’s money behind them and you won’t drink my wisskey?”

Merek has me wrapped up in one arm while he chuckles at me, which only pisses me off even further.

“Don’t.” I pound into his chest.

“Okay, sorry. Sorry.” He bends down, snagging the bottle from the ground. “Is this what you want, Challis?” He dangles the bottle in front of my face.

“I want you to have a drink with me.” I clutch the bottom of the bottle and help guide it to his lips.

“Okay, okay, calm down.” He parts his lips just enough for the opening of the bottle to rest on his bottom lip, and I pour all the liquid into his mouth.

I feel him backing us up until my back smashes into the side of the trailer, and it’s not until this moment that I realize I have one hand wrapped around his neck and the rest of my body pressed up against his.

“Happy now?” He crooks an eyebrow at me.

I let out a giggle.

“What’s so funny, Challis?”

“You’re cute, Merek Slatter.”

“You’re fucking wasted, Challis Jones.”

I shrug my shoulders. “This is my first rodeo since my daddy died.”

Tears fall down both cheeks this time as I hold nothing back nor have the willpower to hide the pain anymore.

“Come here.” Merek guides my head down on his shoulder and my tears flow down the crook of his neck. I feel his hand rubbing circles on my back in a soothing motion and I don’t fight any of it.

A long time passes before either of us move or even talk to each other. I allow my body to melt into his and let him hold me as I try to calm the wild stream of tears.

“Merek.” We both look up to see the blonde once again and it’s as if all my senses snap right back into place.

“Go. I’m sorry.” I push back on his chest. “I’m fine.”

Merek takes a step back from me and I feel my body sway. My feet try to find steady ground, but none ever comes and then my body is free falling to the ground. I feel Merek’s hands on me again and pulling me right back into his chest.

“Fine, uh?” He brushes a stray hair from my cheek. “I’m going to introduce you to Madison.”

“No.” But before I can put up more of a fight, the nosy bitch is standing feet away.

“Challis, this is Madison, and Madison, Challis. Madison and I were best friends growing up.”

I listen to the bullshit flying from his mouth but don’t react.

“Nice to meet you, Challis.” She runs her hands down the front of her short shorts, then turns to Merek. “I’m leaving, just wanted to tell you nice ride tonight.”

She steps up and places a peck on his cheek with me cuddled in his arms. I wipe at my eyes, making sure I just witnessed the scene that went down.

“You have a ride home? I know you’ve been drinking.”

She turns and points to a tall and lean cowboy talking to Merek’s brother.

“Fuck, you picked a roper out of all the cowboys around to take you home.”

“Yep, see ya, Merek.” She slaps him on the ass and bounces off.

Merek turns back to me and must see the obvious stunned look on my face.

“I thought…I thought…I mean, isn’t she your girlfriend?”

“No, longtime best bud and fuck buddy.”

I throw my spinning head back while I let Merek still hold me up. “Good lord, I need another drink.”

“You got it, cowgirl, but no more whiskey. Let’s just keep this drunken state up.”

“Thanks, Champ.”

“I hate it when you fucking call me that.”

“Good, I’ll keep calling you it.” I tilt my head back down and tap him on his nose.

My lips lightly brush his and he doesn’t pull back. The sweet and masculine taste lingering on them intrigues me and makes me want more. This time my lips linger on his, nuzzling from side to side, then my tongue darts out absorbing his delicious taste into my mouth.

“Kiss me, Merek.”

He doesn’t back away and talks on my lips. “Sober Challis wouldn’t like this at all.”

“Sober Challis worries too much. Please kiss me, Merek.”

Reservation fills his eyes, but then he clenches them shut and attacks my lips. My back is pressed up to the trailer again. Both of his large hands grab the sides of my face as he kisses me hard. I wiggle my way up to him and throw all of my body into him. After several seconds of his lips attacking mine, I play back and begin kissing him, not missing the moans of pleasure he releases in my mouth.

His taste is nothing I’ve experienced before and damn near addicting. My tongue laps up every ounce of it. A few hoots and hollers fill the air and I know they’re directed right at us. I remove Merek’s hat and cover our two faces with it, blocking out our little make-out session.

“I see you’ve kissed a cowboy a time or two,” he mumbles into my mouth.

“Maybe.” I shrug. “Or just watch a lot of western movies.”

“Which is it, Challis?”

“Shut up and kiss me, Champ.”

His lips are back on mine, kissing me even harder if that’s possible, as my one free hand tugs and pulls the man closer into me. Once sealed together, I trail it down the front of his shirt and search for the top of his jeans, and once I find his buckle, I flip it undone with ease.

Merek begins shaking his head side to side. “Nope, not tonight.”

“C’mon.” I nod toward the front of my trailer.

He grips both sides of my face and forces me to look up at him. “Challis, you’re going to hate me in the morning for just kissing you.”

I drop my head and mumble. “Yeah, go for the skanks anyway. I ain’t no buckle bunny.”

Merek doesn’t respond. Instead, he hoists me up and over his shoulder, slaps my ass, and begins limping. I can tell he’s in pain from the way my body sways side to side, and I feel as if I’m going to slide right off his shoulder.

“Merek, put me down now.”

He doesn’t listen to me, and when I look up I see the back of his pickup and feel him stop and slide me down his chest. He settles in on the tailgate of his truck and leaves me staring dumbfounded at him. He holds out a hand to me, but I don’t grab it and soon feel his grip on my forearm as he tugs me into his lap, twirling me around first. I settle nicely between his legs and look around to all the staring people.

I struggle a bit to get free, or at least turn and face Merek, but he keeps my hips firmly planted.

“Here, Sis. This will help.” His brother hands me a drink. “Maverik, by the way.”

“Yeah, thanks. I’ve waited on you in the bar.” I grab the drink and pound it, welcoming the burning whiskey. “Another.”

He chuckles and walks away. Looking back at Merek, I’m relieved he’s deep in conversation as my drunken state has begun to wear off a bit. Maverik hands me another solo cup and I slam it and then nurse the beer he handed me.

Merek’s telling tales of traveling up and down the road and the different buckers he’s been on. I sit and listen to him and almost feel like I’m back home with my rodeo crowd just bullshitting after a rodeo. I relax back on Merek’s solid chest, laying my head on his shoulder, gazing up at the star lit night sky.

“Too much whiskey?” he whispers in my ear.

“Yeah, I’m fucked up.” I reach up and lightly pet the scruff on his jawline. And even in my drunken state I know this has gone way too far already.

I remember his iced leg from earlier. “Hey, are you okay? What did you hurt?”

“I just tore some…”

My eyelids become heavy as his words slur together in my head, swirling around until my eyes finally shut and a welcoming darkness takes over.

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Blog Tour: Deputy by Susan Horsnell

Deputy
by Susan Horsnell
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Victorian Western Historical Romance
Synopsis

When James Glenmore locks up a feisty young girl because she
causes a disturbance in the local saloon; he doesn’t realize both their lives
are about to change forever.

They have to endure her father’s deadly temper, which has already
destroyed her young life, before they can be free.

A band of outlaws target the bank in Gold Springs and several
horrendous tortures and murders take place before the law finally catches up
with them. James’ life is placed in grave danger.

James and Rebecca’s lives withstand all obstacles that are put
before them but will James survive the capture of the cruel outlaws?

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Excerpt
James was
concentrating on a report and twirling a cider in his hand when the front
swinging doors were pushed in so hard they banged on the walls behind.
He swore
the doors hit the wall so hard the whole building shook. He dropped his hand to
his colt as he kept his eye on the door.
A woman
in the doorway roared.
“Pa, you
get your good for nothing, lily livered ass off that stool and get home right
this minute. I swear I’ll hog tie you and drag you there behind Peachy if you
don’t move now. If Peachy happens to release his business over you on the way
home I wouldn’t be sorry.”
Tim March
the owner and barkeep groaned. He really didn’t want any trouble.
The woman
at the door drew James’ attention. The powerful banging of the doors and
thunderous voice came from a tiny package that a good gust of wind could have
blown away.
She had
chestnut brown hair that was more out of, than in a braid, eyes the colour of a
summer sky and the fullest, pinkest lips he had ever seen.
She wore
a drab brown dress with no frills or lace and although old, it appeared to be
clean. Like the woman, it was all business.
She had
her hands placed on a pair of very curvy hips and her breasts looked full and
firm. James cringed. She was everything he hated in a woman. He felt
embarrassed for her father, whoever the unfortunate fella might be.
He
relaxed his hand that had been hovering over his colt and watched to see how
this would play out.
Every eye
in the saloon was on her except for one mans’ and James guessed he must be her
father. He was perched on a stool and draped over the bar with a whiskey in his
hand.
He
watched with interest as she stomped her way towards him.
The man
lifted his head but didn’t look at his daughter.
“Rebecca,
what the devil do you think you’re doing? I’ve told you a thousand times,
saloons are no place for a lady.”
She drew
up alongside him.
“Wade
Nolan, I’ve told you a thousand times, I’m not a lady. I have never been one
and I’m never gonna be one. If you weren’t always in a saloon I wouldn’t have
to keep coming in to drag you home. Now get your sorry ass off that stool and
get on home. There’s chores need doing and I’m not doing them all myself
again.”
“Rebecca,
please.” Wade lifted his hands to his head and slumped back down on the bar “Me
heads a hurtin’, just one more whisky for your old Pa eh?”
James
watched with amusement as Rebecca moved closer to her Pa. No-one in the saloon
had moved an inch. They were too engrossed with the exchange between father and
daughter.
Wade was
a huge man. James had seen him walk in earlier and figured he would be at least
a head taller than him.
Although
he wasn’t muscular; he was wide in the chest.
His large
belly, thanks to constant consumption of liquor, hung over his belt. Rebecca
would have barely come to his waist. His ruddy face from years of drinking was heavily
lined.
What
happened next had James leaping from his chair and moving towards them in a
hurry.
Rebecca
hooked her leg around the leg of the stool and yanked with all her strength.
As the
stool tipped, Wade fell backwards onto the floor. His head hit the floor with a
thud and his eyes glazed over.
Whether
the cause was the whisky he’d been imbibing or his head hitting the floor,
James didn’t know.
As she
began moving toward her father again James grabbed her around the waist and
hoisted her off her feet. She kicked and screamed, catching him hard in the
shins with the heels of her boots. It caused him to let her go and she spun
around to face him.
“What the
hell do you think you’re doing mister?” she yelled. She hadn’t noticed the
badge on his chest.
He
noticed the fire in her eyes. She was one very angry young gal.
“Miss,
you can’t go around treating people like that. You could have injured him real
bad.” he said calmly.
She
wasn’t paying attention to James as she’d noticed Wade had sat up and was rubbing
the back of his head. She reached down to grab a handful of his hair but before
she could get to it James grabbed her arm to stop her.
“Get your
goddamned hands off me.”
With her
free arm, and using all her strength, she swung. Her fist connected hard with
James’ jaw. He stumbled back a step from the force of the punch but he didn’t
release her. As she lifted her leg to stomp on his foot, James decided he’d had
enough of this wildcat.
He flung
her over his shoulder, picked up the report he’d been reading and headed for
the saloon doors.
She
pounded his back with her tiny fists and kicked her legs. “Put me down, you
good for nothing mudsill.”
He took
no notice. He picked up his Stetson from a peg near the door and jammed it onto
his head.
“Wade, if
you know what’s good for you, you’ll get yourself home and get those chores
done. I’m gonna lock her up and let her cool off overnight. You can come by and
get her in the morning. I’ll decide by then if I’m gonna press charges.”
“Yes sir,
deputy.” Wade said as he scrambled to his feet.
He could
hear the customers laughing as he left.
It was
early summer and the night was warm. There were still a few people on the
streets and Rebecca’s screaming and cussing attracted their attention as he
stomped to the jail.
He
unlocked the front door and carried her through the swinging door to a cell out
the back. He dropped her onto the bunk and left, locking the door behind him.
She
leaped up onto her feet and slammed up against the locked door. “You let me out
of this godforsaken hoosegow right now.” she bellowed. “I’m not staying in here
a minute longer.” She shook the door and stamped her feet.
James had
his back leaned against the wall opposite with his arms crossed over his chest.
He was a picture of calm and this upset her even more.
“Let me
out now.” She yelled at him. He noticed tears welling in her eyes.
James
waited for a break in her tantrum before he spoke.
“I’m
going out front now because thanks to you I’ll be spending the night. I’m
telling you missy, you’re not going anywhere before morning. Now, calm down,
hobble your lips and get yourself a good night’s sleep.”
She was
pacing up and down the cell like a caged cougar.
As James
walked away he heard the clanging sound of the drink mug. She’d picked it up
off the table beside the bed and was hitting the bars. He couldn’t help but
chuckle to himself.
He went
into the small room off the front office which had a bunk and a washstand with
a water pitcher. It was used by the sheriff and deputy for overnight stays. He
poured water from the pitcher into the bowl and washed up. His jaw was tender
and throbbing and he knew he’d have a decent sized bruise come morning. For
such a tiny little thing she sure packed a wallop.
He
shucked off his uniform, hung it on the wall pegs and crawled into bed. He
could sure use a good night’s sleep but his head was beginning to ache from all
her yelling and his jaw didn’t seem to want to quit its damn throbbing.
He had a
feeling sleep wouldn’t come easy. To make matters worse he could hear the
little hellion pounding on the bars of her cell and yelling to be let out.
When she
hadn’t quieted after an hour he decided to get up and do something about it.
He
dressed back into his uniform and grabbed the cell door key from the table
beside his bunk.
His head
and jaw now had a symphony going with their pounding pain and he was mighty
angry as he stormed down to the cell.
The
minute Rebecca saw his thunderous face she knew she was in trouble. She dropped
the mug onto the floor and jumped into the bed.
“Too
late.” said James as he unlocked the cell door. She folded herself into a tight
ball and pressed against the wall at the top of the bed.
She
watched in fear as he stalked towards her.
He picked
her up like she weighed no more than a feather and sat down on the bed. He laid
her face down across his thighs, lifted her skirts and proceeded to spank her
backside.
She
yelled, cussed and kicked but James continued.
After a
few minutes James pulled her skirts back down, sat her on the bed and stormed
back out the door picking up the mug on his way.
“Now, go
to sleep.”
“Yes
sir.” Rebecca squeaked. Tears flowed over her cheeks as she undressed and
climbed into the bunk.
James
went back to his room, shucked off his uniform for the second time that night
and got back into bed.
His
stinging hand had joined in the symphony with his head and jaw.
Because
of his anger he’d hit her a bit harder than he’d intended and thought to
himself she’s sure gonna have a sore backside in the morning I bet.
The rest of the night was quiet but James didn’t get much sleep.
He tossed and turned with images of Rebecca’s shapely backside and legs filling
his mind.
  
Author Bio

 

I grew up
in the Western Suburbs of Sydney in the 50’s and 60’s and have always been a
fan of Cowboys, Indians and Outlaws.
During my
years as a nurse I would write down ideas and when I retired five years ago I
finally published my first book – The Glenmore’s: Revenge. This developed into a
four part series.
Since
then I have published a further eleven Western Romance books and one
contemporary. My westerns are set in Texas, USA during the 19th century and my
contemporary in Sydney, Australia.
When I am not writing I enjoy walking our dogs with my husband and
travelling.
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Blog Tour: One Winter by Natalie-Nicole Bates

 
One Winter
by Natalie-Nicole Bates
 
 
 
 
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After her mother’s sudden death, Rory Lane is home again. It has been fifteen years since she escaped Mount Pleasant and everyone and everything in it. Now she must oversee the closing of her mother’s affairs. 

The only bright spot is Rory’s blossoming friendship with boarder CJ Rausch. Rory senses that CJ just might be her soul mate, but the handsome excavator is somewhat of a standoffish loner. 

After an unthinkable event, Rory’s life spins out of control, and she must deal not only with her grasping, selfish sister, but also a manipulative, wannabe suitor. CJ offers Rory a way out, but at what price? Beware: Everyone has secrets in Mount Pleasant…And they enjoy them! 
 
 
 

 

 
 
Natalie-Nicole Bates
is a book reviewer and author.
 
Her passions in life
include books and hockey along with Victorian and Edwardian era photography and
antique poison bottles. Natalie contributes her uncharacteristic love of hockey
to being born in Russia.
 
She currently resides
in the UK where she is working on her next book and adding to her collection of
19th century post-mortem photos.
 
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Blog Tour: The Doom of Undal by Katrina Sisowath

 
Anyone ready for a dark fantasy?
 
Genre; mythology/folktale (Quote from the publisher, “Sci-fi /fantasy/mythology/history. Think ancient aliens.”)
Synopsis; The Dragon Court has ruled uncontested for millenia,  bringing knowledge and prosperity to all. The Strongholds of Madayi Kavu, Tartaria, Magan and Shiimti have trained generations of royal children. Ningi has built a line of Ziggurats known as ‘the Band of Peace’ around Magan, protecting those within its borders.
Yet all is not as it seems—far to the West in the land of Undal, mightiest of the nations, the Royal Queen and her children are struck with a mysterious illness and perish. Whispers are that the Dragon Court is responsible, while those in the Temples claimed she had sequestered herself in her chambers, experimenting with dark magic.
A grieving son, trained as a Mulla Xul by Eris herself, swears vengeance. In his quest for truth he will become the greatest threat Tiamut has ever known.
Three Princesses of Magan, sisters by blood, hold the fate of the Dragon Court in their hands
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Katrina Sisowath ,(1979–) British-American, born in Frankfurt, Germany. Grew up in South-east Asia and Europe, now lives in England. Mother of 2.5 children (dog thinks he’s human), experienced in making brownies.



On a personal level, Katrina is an avid book reader and loves mythology, history, ancient civilizations and anything to do with occult ideologies and practices. Mages, Serpent Priestesses and the ‘real’ Gods, aka the ANNUNAKI(the prototypes for those we know today in the form of Greek, Roman, Indian and even the Biblical characters) are all addressed on her website, with descriptions of Dragons, consciousness altering drinks and powders and what the scarlet clad priestesses really got up to in their sacred chamber. She also is a guest writer on Ancient Origins, writing about the Serpent Cult, Mystery Schools and their politico-military branches

 
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5 Favourite Things:

1) Books:) I love books, I’ve always been a bookworm for as long as I can remember. My favourite fictional genre is fantasy and for non-fiction, mythology, history, the occult, philosophy, and psychology

 

2) Travel. I have a severe case of wanderlust. I love visiting new places and will go to all the ancient sites if I can. I drag my kids to castles and ruins up and down England, though they are still a bit young and complain.

 

3) Baking. Yes, my girls and I love to bake cakes, cookies and pies. We have sweet tooth problem in our family

 

4) Spice. I must have spicy food. I cannot eat bland food. I will whip out a bottle of chilli sauce and dump some on my steak.

 

5) Wine. ……..just because

 

 

5 Random Facts:

 

I am British-American. The Brits think I sound American, Americans can’t place my accent.

 

I spent a lot of time in South-East Asia, which has given me an appreciation for other cultures and a love of spicy food.

 

I studied Mandarin Chinese, but that was a looooooong time ago, so a lot of it is rusty.

 

I cannot drive a manual car. I’ve tried many times. Nope. never works out too well.

 

I am also hopeless on a motorcycle–to my eternal frustration, as it looks so easy

 

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