Christmas Cookie Collection

The Cop Who Stole ChristmasWINNER!  WINNER!  The winner of the Shadow Falls wine glasses from last week is: Cassie Whitman!  Email me at: christie (at) with your mailing address and I’ll get those off to you.  Congrats!

I’m so excited to have one of my best friends back today!  And I know you love her, too…Today is the much anticipated release of Lori Wilde’s Christmas Cookie Collection, which is a very special, heartwarming collection of love stories.  Stick around, say hi, and make sure and leave a comment because I’ll be giving away ten print copies of Lori’s book today.

Welcome, Lori!

You have a new release out. It’s a collection of novellas and a short story. Tell us about it.

Thanks for asking. The novellas in The Christmas Cookie Collection were originally published via e-books only, but so many of my fans, who only read print, wrote in to HarperCollins that they decided to release the stories in one volume and included a brand new short story. I wrote Grace to add to the collection because so many readers wanted to know about the birth of Jesse and Flynn’s baby.

If you’ve already read the e-books, Carrie, Raylene and Christine, you don’t have to buy the print volume to get Grace. Her story will be release in e-book on Dec. 23rd, just in time for Christmas.

Do you find shorter stories harder to write than full-length novellas?

Easier, actually. I like the streamline form of novellas. Before I published a book, I wrote 60 short stories. Of course I didn’t sell a one of them. But they were my fledgling efforts and that was before the resurgence in the shorter storytelling forms.

I love asking authors about their bloopers. Are there any bloopers in these stories?

Not a blooper really, but Twilight, Texas is loosely based on a real town in Texas. In real life there was a shootout with cops after a suspect fled a seedy neighboring area (the name is fictional in the story) that Jesse and Flynn go to deliver Christmas gifts to needy kids in Grace. This happened after my story was written. Kind of spooky since in the story, the cops are watching the neighborhood staking out a suspect.

When my husband and I saw the shootout on TV, I hollered, “That’s exactly where Flynn and Jesse were. They could have gotten shot!” He said, “You do know Flynn and Jesse aren’t real?” Hey, they are in my mind.

Thanks so much for sharing, Lori!  Now tell us more about the book and where we can find it . . .

ChristmasCookie_mm_cThere’s a legend in Twilight, Texas. It says that if on Christmas you sleep with kismet cookies under your pillow and dream of your one true love, he will be your destiny.

Carrie, Raylene, Christine, and Flynn are all members of the Christmas Cookie Club. Each has a story to tell, and each discovers the miracles of the season and the power of love.

Carrie: Reconnects with her high school sweetheart . . . the only man she’s ever loved.

Raylene: Discovers that the daughter she gave away at birth is living right in Twilight . . .

Christine: Has given up on love . . . until the man of her dreams walks through her shop door.

Grace: It’s Christmas Eve and Flynn and Jesse Calloway are thrilled to be expecting a new baby. Then Flynn’s car hits a patch of ice, and Jesse must move earth . . . and heaven . . . to save her and their unborn child.

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Sounds wonderful!  I’m really looking forward to reading it!  Do you have any great Christmas stories to share with us?  Ten lucky winners will receive Lori’s book . . . check back next week to see if you’ve won!  Good luck!




A Feel Good Wine

The Cop Who Stole ChristmasWINNERS!  WINNERS!  The lucky winners of RM Brand’s book are: Charity Drake and Becka Lynn! Email me at: christie (at) with your preference of Amazon or B&N for your e-copy.  Congratulations!

Today, I’m mixing it up a little and discussing a recent purchase of one of my favorite things . . . Wine.  And since October is Breast Cancer Awareness Month, I think it’s only appropriate.

I’ll admit it, I bought it for the pink ribbon.  I’ve had my mom and two close friends go through breast cancer, and when I see that ribbon, it often encourages me to support the cause.  Cashmere California 2011, Cline, was an impulse buy.  But not one I regret. 

As printed on the label:  The word Cashmere instantly brings to mind visions of luxurious warmth, cozy comfort, and decadent elegance.  Cline’s Cashmere is a lusciously bodied blend with easy, earthy undertones, flavors of cherries, raspberries, chocolate and hints of plums leading to a smooth long finish.  Cline Cellars proudly supports Living Beyond Breast Cancer.  Visit to learn more about our commitment. 

I found the wine to be very smooth and enjoyable—a wine that is great to sip alone or with a meal.  At a bargain of $14.99, it was well worth the price, and knowing I helped the cause just a tiny bit, it was definitely a feel good wine and one that I would buy again.

Have any of you battled the Big C, or loved anyone who has?  I offer you my support.  And, today, I’ll be giving away another set of Shadow Falls wine glasses to one lucky commenter as well, so be sure you leave a comment.

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Specter . . . A Ghost Story with RM Brand

The Cop Who Stole ChristmasWINNERS!  WINNERS!  The lucky winners of last week’s blog with Kathleen Brooks are: Cecelia Kelsey and Gwen DeGolier!  Email me at: christie (at) with your choice of Amazon or B&N for your e-book.  Congratulations!

I am so thrilled to bring you my guest this week, I just can’t tell you!  RM Brand is not only a friend, she is a wonderful author and a phenomenal producer of many promotional goodies like book trailers, book covers, and much more, including a new love of photography!  She’s super duper talented, and I’m proud to say she’s done some beautiful work for me, including my upcoming The Cop Who Stole Christmas book cover!  So, without further delay–and just in time for Halloween–take it away, RM!


Thank you for inviting me to be a guest on your blog.

I remember the first time I was moved by a story. I was nine years old, sitting in the Mann’s Chinese Theatre. The lights dimmed and the iconic intro by John Williams trumpeted as large text scrolled across the screen, “A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away…” From that moment, I was hooked.

It took me a while to understand why Star Wars had such an impact on me. Eventually, I discovered that what I loved about the story wasn’t the fantastic special effects or the epic battles. It was the characters. I didn’t realize it then, but the seed was planted that would eventually lead me to write stories.

Specter-Book-cover-(300x450)I wrote a book last year, Specter, which I am re-releasing October 15th. The story is about a woman who uncovers dark secrets from her family’s past involving adultery, incest and the occult. With the help of a ghostly ally, Hettie unravels the truth of what really happened at Carrington Manor the night William Carrington went on a murdering spree and how it changed the course of her ancestor’s life, who was William’s lover.

The reason I wrote Specter was because my husband and I had a brush with the paranormal when we first moved into our apartment in October 2011. Mind you, I am a skeptic. However, that experienced changed us and made me look at life-after-death with a different perspective.

I will share my experience with you. You can decide whether it is truth or fiction.

A Skeptic’s Ghost Story

I collapsed on the bed, exhausted from a day of unpacking after a move into our new apartment in the autumn. My husband and I were grateful for the larger space, but the timing couldn’t have been worse.

We both telecommuted for companies located in Southern California. Our hours fluctuated based on client and internal needs. At times we worked late into the night. Trying to move while keeping our work commitments was, to say the least, overwhelming.

My two cats weren’t too happy about the move either, but that is to be expected since this was their third move in five years. The car trip from California to Texas was still fresh on their minds. As soon as they were brought out of their small kennels, they hid and only came out for meals and to take care of business.

I turned out the light and settled down for what little sleep I was going to get that night. It wasn’t long before I was out. My dreams were dark and filled with a sense of malaise I couldn’t quite define. I had no reason to feel uneasy, but something was nagging me to wake up. I cracked one eye open but all I could see was the black of night. Even so, I could swear that someone was watching me.

I chalked it up to tiredness and forced myself to go back to sleep. As soon as I was asleep, I could feel myself being pulled further into the dark maw, unable to stop it.

One of my cats hissed, which woke me up. My cat ran away as I turned on the lights.

Nothing seemed out of place. The half-empty moving boxes were piled in one corner. My desk and work computer was how I left it.

I searched for my cats and found one under a bed in the next room. Nephthys, my gray cat who considers me her human, was in a closet in the spare room. I turned the light on and cooed to her. She approached me, seeking comfort. I spent five minutes petting her (boy, does that cat love her head massages). That seemed to calm both of us down.

I stood and she slipped back to her hiding spot. I made a mental note to put a blanket down there tomorrow morning for her as I turned out the light.

Rosa CatNephthys’ eyes were glowing, staring at something to my left. She let out a low growl and hissed. I turned to where she was staring, but nothing was there. I offered more comforting words, but she wasn’t buying it. To her feline eyes, something was there and she was not happy about it.

I shrugged, thinking that she had to be disoriented from the move. I knew from prior experience that cats don’t handle moving very well. So I returned to bed. By then my body was aching for sleep.

The next day I woke up feeling as though I hadn’t gotten a wink of sleep.

I went on like this for the next few days, waking up in the middle of the night to Nephthys hissing and staring off at nothing in the room. It got so bad that during the day when she came out to take care of business, she would dash from room to room and even began throwing herself against the wall. I was worried that maybe there was a chemical getting to her that my husband and I weren’t aware of.

I was in a deep sleep and woke up when I felt someone sit at the edge of my bed. I rolled over to reach out to my husband, thinking it was him but no one was there. I sat up and could feel the indentation on the bed. I turned the lights on, but it was gone. This happened to me a number of times.

I didn’t say anything to my husband. He suffers from night terrors that get rather physical at times, which is the reason we both sleep in different rooms. I didn’t want to worry him or trigger a night terror, so I kept quiet and went back to sleep.

I quickly forgot about it as the demands from work required all my attention. I was working on a proposal layout when suddenly I felt my chair pulled back. I thought it was Nephthys trying to climb up and sit on the top of the backrest like she usually does. I turned to scold her but there was no one there. By then I was getting irritated, because I had things to get done that required my full attention and this was distracting me.

This happened to me several times in the course of a few more weeks. By the end of the month, it was happening daily and I was experiencing the sensation of someone sitting on my bed almost as often. I kept telling myself it was because I was mentally exhausted from work and the move. Nephthys was the braver of the two cats and spent most of her time close to me rather than hiding like the other cat. However, her behavior was getting worse.

I was at my wits end when I received an e-mail from a dear friend who is a clairvoyant. I will call her Brenda for the sake of this article and to protect her identity. She mentioned in her e-mail that she had been thinking a lot about me and was wondering how I was doing. Mind you, I hadn’t been in contact with her for over a year. She goes on to ask if I am happy in the new place I moved to. She knew something had changed recently. I was taken by surprise, because she couldn’t have known that we had moved into a bigger place. In fact, not many people knew, not even my employer. It happened so fast.

The next question she asked chilled me to the bone.

“Are you being haunted?”

I read that question several times to make sure I wasn’t seeing things.

Abuela y Rosa Maria“Your grandmother wants to remind you that she is near and that she will help you if you need her,” was Brenda’s final words.

In the past, Brenda would tell me things about my grandmother, intimate things that no one but family knew. And there were things she said that only my grandmother and I knew. In truth, I never really took these things to heart because I am skeptical about this subject. Even so, I love Brenda. She has a good heart and caring disposition. I do feel that positive people attract positive reactions. And Brenda is a positive human being. So it was a pleasure to spend time with her, even if some of the things she told me were unsettling. I can’t explain how she knows them. She just does.

I kept the e-mail to myself, again to spare my husband any worry or cause him to have night terrors.

That evening when my nightly visitor came calling, I was armed with Brenda’s words.

“She will help you if you need her.”

I spoke my grandmother’s name, thanking her for all the love and care she gave me. She was a second mother to me, helping to raise me while my mother worked to support the family (my father died when I was eight months old). Abuela, the Spanish word for Grandmother, was the heart and soul of the house, cooking, cleaning and raising two kids while Abuelo (my grandfather) and my mother worked. She was my rock in many ways, a place where I could get comfort and love.

Maybe it was her memory and the emotions it conjured that made me feel better. Whatever it was, my room suddenly felt lighter. I could actually see the corners of my room in the dark where I could not before. The blankets were warm and inviting, like a tight hug.

I slept like a baby that night and felt great the next day. My husband, on the other hand, was brusque, sore and irritable. I figured the stress was getting to him finally, because he is usually even tempered. In time he would be okay, I thought. I couldn’t have been more wrong.

Things seemed to return to normal for me and work was starting to let up. My husband was dealing with a particularly difficult project and was very upset. I told him he needed to take a day off and relax. He took my advice, but it didn’t seem to help at all. 

We ran errands that following Saturday, arguing about something petty from what I can remember. My husband pulled up to a parking space and sat back. His expression worried me. We had been fighting constantly since the move and I feared he was upset enough that he wanted to call it quits.

He turned to me with tired eyes, stammering over his words.

I held my breath, afraid of what was going to come out of his mouth. I desperately love this man. If he asked me for a divorce, I would give it to him because his happiness means more to me than anything, even if it means letting him go.

“I don’t know how to tell you this,” he said. “I can’t even believe I’m saying it, but I think our apartment is haunted.”

I let out a sigh of relief. And then I laughed. I laughed so hard I could barely breathe.

We shared our experiences, realizing that we were both going through the same thing. He mentioned Nephthys’ strange behavior, someone sitting on his bed, and the chair pulled down to the point it almost knocked him back. He also mentioned feeling uneasy at night, like someone was watching him.

Scented CandleI learned that while our cable was being connected when we first moved in, my husband and the technician had a conversation about the prior tenant. Apparently, the person who rented the apartment before had rigged the cable so he could get service illegally. When the cable company was called out about the outside line and this very technician explained that the rigging was illegal to the prior tenant, the man became belligerent and even violent. He kicked the technician out and according to the technician, he feared for his life given that “his gun was in visible view.”

My husband insisted this was more than mere coincidence. Unlike me, he is a believer. “You need to call Brenda,” my husband urged. “We need to find out what is going on.”

I called her as soon as we got back home. She didn’t waste time in telling me that she was worried about us, that something wasn’t right about our new place. She didn’t know the specifics, but apparently my grandmother was coming to her regularly to tell her to warn me. Brenda believed that the prior tenant either practiced witchcraft or dark voodoo and through that a negative spirit had attached itself to our place. She warned it would only get worse. “You have to take back your space,” she said. “Tell that spirit it isn’t welcome and to leave.” She prescribed burning candles and keeping pictures of my grandmother in places that could be seen.

Usually I just shrug at that sort of thing, but I enjoy scented candles and adored my grandmother so I decided to give it a try. It couldn’t hurt, I rationalized.

A few days later, we both began to notice a difference. Even the other cat began coming out of her hiding place and Nephthys was settling down. But it was short lived.

Earlier that day I had experienced the chair pulling and Nephthys was particularly antsy. I felt uneasy as I went to bed and debated sleeping with the lights on, something I hadn’t done since I was a little girl. I won’t lie. I was scared.

Eventually, I fell asleep.

I was vexed with dark dreams, feeling something bringing me down. I fought it, willing myself to wake up. I did, but the nightmare was not over.

My bed began to shake as though we had an earthquake. I was familiar with the experience living through a number of earthquakes in Southern California, but when I got to my feet the shaking stopped. The room was pitch black. The air was thick and dank, like an old cellar that hadn’t seen light in centuries. There was a faint foul smell. I felt pinpricks on the back of my neck as though someone was standing right behind me.

I was tired. I was scared. And I was fed up.

I spun around to face whatever it was but nothing was there. I was shaking with rage.

“Leave!” I exclaimed. “This is my home, my family, my life and you are not welcomed in it. Get out. Now!”

My husband rushed into my room and flipped the lights on. I saw the worry in his eyes as mine began to burn.

He came to me and pulled me into his arms. “It’s going to be okay.”

They say words have power. Maybe they do, because those words slipped underneath all the frustration and fear to my very center. I not only believed them to be true, I knew they were true.

That was the last time we ever experienced anything strange in our apartment. In fact, we settled in and are now quite content.

We love this place. It’s big and cozy. Nephthys is sprawled out on the back of the chair like she usually is, letting me know occasionally that she wants her human to give her love. My husband is typing away in his office, working on another project for his job. I still have the pictures of my grandmother near, along with a few scented candles.

Not long ago we talked with the property manager and inquired about the prior tenant. Turns out that the person who lived here had to be evicted. They couldn’t go into the details, but when my husband mentioned the incident with the cable technician, the property manager’s eyes smoldered.

“That is one of the reasons we evicted her,” she said.

My husband and I looked at each other perplex.

“Her?” I asked.

She nodded. “She was the one on the lease, but her boyfriend, who was not allowed to stay kept coming back. She was into some weird stuff that I can’t talk about.”

“Witchcraft?” I asked the property manager.

Her eyes widened. “No, but it is like that. I think it’s called Santeria.”

For those of you who do not know, Santeria is an African-based religion similar to voodoo, originating in Cuba and Brazil. It has become quite popular over the years, particularly in the South. There are a lot of dark elements to that religion.

I had some personal experiences with Santeria after a beloved grand-aunt passed away from complications of cancer. I was very young when she died. She was my grandmother’s youngest sister, Carmen. Carmen was one of my favorite grand-aunts. We visited her plot often. In one of our visits, we noticed that symbols had been painted on the gravesite. Inside the flower canister was black wax left over from a candle. I still remember the look on my grandmother’s face. She was furious.

“Santeria,” she hissed.

I had no idea what that was at the time, but I didn’t care for the symbols or the black wax. “Why would anyone do this, Abuela?”

She turned to me and said, “Bad people think they can control the living by controlling the dead. They do not realize that good people who are strong in their beliefs aren’t fooled by such things.”

I guess she was right. Despite how evil people or even spirits might be, we control the environments we live in. We own our lives and our space by our choices. My husband and I took back our home, refusing to accept anything negative to hinder the warmth and the love we share.

I don’t know for certain if our experiences were real or not. It could have been exhaustion or stress that caused us to hallucinate these events. Did my grandmother really reach out to me to warn me through Brenda? Did my declaration scare off evil spirits? At the very least, I was reminded of how empowering love can be. My husband and I are happy, very much in love. Abuela is with me, in my heart where her memories are cherished and in my mind where her words of wisdom bring me peace.


Thank you for being here, RM!  Fascinating story!  Do any of you have a ghost story to share?  Or are you skeptics, too?  Two lucky commenters will win a copy of RM’s book!  Good luck!


RM Brand is an author of five books. Her novella, Specter, was dedicated to her late grandmother, Rosa Maria Perez Beltran. Mrs. Brand produces book teasers and trailers for authors, which you can view here: She has a library of ready-made trailers for sale, which can be viewed on her site here: You can learn more about her work on her website at You can purchase a copy of Specter for Kindle (, Nook (, or other devices (

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Secrets Collide

texasholdem_cover (2)WINNERS!  WINNERS!  The winners from last week’s blog with Maggie McGinnis are: Nicole T. and Emily Baucom.  Please email me at: christie (at) with your preference of print (with snail mail addy) or e-book (Amazon or B&N.)  Congrats!

I have a special guest to re-introduce to you today.  Kathleen Brooks is back with us to chat about her newest release, Secrets Collide!  So, stick around for the fun and be sure and leave a comment for your chance to win a copy!

OK, Kathleen, finish this statement . . . Stay Calm and ______

Drink Special Iced Tea

Good choice.  Yummy.  Can you tell us about your favorite scene in the book?

It’s when Cy Davies’s mother finds out what he’s been doing.  I can’t ruin the surprise about Cy, but Marcy Davies’s reaction turned out as well as I could have hoped for.

Oooh, I love surprises.  OK, I’ll keep this interview short so we can get right to your book today.  But, as everyone knows, I always end very serious.  So, Alpha or Beta heroes?

Alpha. I love men with confidence, leadership, and strength. This also includes the strength to admit they’re wrong and that sometimes the heroines can be alpha too. Supporting a strong woman doesn’t take away from a man’s alpha-ness, rather it is enhanced because you realize he is secure enough in himself to appreciate similar strengths in her.

Good choice.  Now, can you tell us a little more about your book and where we can find it?

Secret Collide Cover OriginalThis is the fifth novel in the Bluegrass Brothers Series.

After spending the past few months wrapping up his life outside of Keeneston, the mysterious Cy Davies is finally coming home. And he’s not coming alone. After rescuing a sassy investigative reporter for a gossip magazine in a dark alley, he takes her to the one place he knows he can keep her safe — Keeneston.

Gemma Perry was having the worst week of her life. Now she finds herself in a small town where gossip is the currency, a place where she should fit right in. She must trust the man that came to her rescue to unlock the clues to bring down a dangerous international criminal.

With their lives in danger, will Gemma and Cy be able to discover themselves and true love?

Barnes & Noble will be up on October 7th

Thank you so much for being here, Kathleen!  Now, it’s your turn!  Do you like Alpha or Beta heroes, or maybe a little of both?  Two lucky commenters will win a copy of Kathleen’s book!  Good luck!  🙂


The Accidental Cowgirl

texasholdem_cover (2)WINNERS!  WINNERS!  The lucky winners from last week’s blog with Jenn Langston are: Kathleen O. and bn100!  Email me at: christie (at) to claim your Amazon e-copy of His Perfect Bride.  Congrats!

Today, I’m switching gears and genres with my next special guest.  Her sweet (and fantastic) romance, The Accidental Cowgirl, is being released by Random House Loveswept on October 8th and I’m thrilled to have her with us today.  Please welcome Maggie McGinnis!

Okay, Maggie, if your book were an ice cream flavor, what flavor would it be?

Oh, yum. I think I’d have to go with a scoop of Montana huckleberry on a piece of Boston cream pie.

Sounds delicious!  What is your biggest fear?

Honestly? The evening news.

LOL!  That’s a new kind of answer!  Now tell me, if you weren’t a writer, what would you do to bring home the bacon?

Well, the NASCAR thing didn’t quite work out after Danica scooped my sponsors, and I turned out to be too squeamish for med school, so I guess I’d have to fall back on my education degree (no freshman-year dissection required). I’m a writing teacher at heart, and there’s nothing more rewarding than helping others learn to do something they’ve always wanted to master, and to watch them build lifelong relationships in the process. It doesn’t bring home much bacon, but it’s the super-premium really tasty kind.  🙂

Very honorable.  (But sorry you missed out on that NASCAR gig!)  I’m curious since you’re so busy writing, have you had any time for any great books lately?

Not long ago, a friend recommended Child 44, by Tom Rob Smith. I’m not sure it’s a book I would have found on my own, as it’s outside my normal escapist-reading genres, but wowza. I’m still haunted by the terror and beauty of it.

When I’m not scaring the doodles out of myself, I always have Kristan Higgins, Shannon Stacey, Jill Shalvis, and you on my nightstand!

Aw, thanks!  I love those gals, too!  But, back to your book.  What is your favorite scene?

Oh, gosh. I’m kind of partial to a lot of them.  🙂  I think my favorite Kyla and Decker scene is the first time they dance. Swoon! My fave besties scene is when Jess and Hayley give Kyla a special gift before they head into town one night, and I have to say, I pretty much love anytime Ma shows up on the page.  🙂

And, I always end on a serious note. . . is your hero a boxers, briefs, or commando kinda guy?

Only Kyla knows for sure, and she’s not talkin’.  🙂

Well, darn it!  In that case, will you at least tell us more about the book and where we can find it?


Kyla Bennett needs a vacation. Her ex-fiance imagined himself the next Bernie Madoff, minus the orange jumpsuit. Unfortunately, his lies caught up with him, along with the FBI. Kyla and her grandparents were shocked to find their accounts emptied, but Kyla was even more appalled to find out the lying skunk was already married. A terrible car accident in the aftermath of his betrayal left her with a crushed femur and raging case of post-traumatic stress, and a year after the crash, her best friends Hayley and Jess decide to pack her off for a two-week trip to a dude ranch. It’d be a great surprise, except for Kyla’s deathly fear of horses. 

Decker Driscoll grew up on a thriving Montana ranch, but left for L.A. without a backward glance ten years ago. If his father hadn’t put the ranch up for collateral a week before he drove into a tree, Decker’d still be in L.A. Instead, he’s promised his mom and brother that he’ll help out for the summer, even though Ma’s turned the ranch into a damn tourist haven in order to fend off the bank. But now that he’s back, it’s harder and harder to imagine leaving the land he loves.

When Kyla arrives at the ranch with her Louis Vuitton luggage and kitten heels, Decker’s convinced she’s a typical tourist. He’s not looking to be anybody’s fantasy cowboy—hell, he doesn’t even belong here anymore— but finds himself inexorably drawn to this city girl who can make chocolate-chip cookies on a campfire. She, on the other hand, is so good-n-burned that she’s pretty sure she’ll never trust her own radar again.

ACCIDENTAL COWGIRL is the first in the Whisper Creek series, and will be released October 8, 2013 by Random House Loveswept®! Look for Jess and Hayley’s stories next!

On Sale October 08, 2013 from these retailers:

·       Amazon

·       Barnes and Noble

·       Books-A-Million

·       BooksOnBoard


·       Google Play

·       Diesel eBook Store

·       iBookstore

·       Kobo

·       Powells

·       Sony

Thank you for being here, Maggie!  It was so fun!  Now, two lucky folks will win a copy of The Accidental Cowgirl, so be sure and leave a comment and check back next week to see if you’ve won!  Good luck!



Maggie started writing when her twins were infants and she was desperately seeking sanity. The fact that she found it only with imaginary people makes her a bit concerned, but at least they do what she tells them to … usually.

She lives in New England, though she spends an inordinate amount of time on Arizona real estate sites in mid-January. While snow piles up to her windowsills, she cyber-stalks the blue skies and pink houses of the Southwest. It’s cheaper than therapy …

She used to be an English teacher, a certified black belt, and a cool-car driver. Then … twins. Now she swills caffeine while driving the one vehicle she swore she’d never own: a minivan. It sort of hurts even to admit it.

Her debut novel, a cozy mystery, was a Golden Heart® finalist, and her debut romance, Accidental Cowgirl, will be published in October of 2013 by Random House Loveswept!