Break Out Your Pumpkin Spice!

I love fall. Don’t you? Monday was officially the first day of fall. Never mind that Starbucks has been selling pumpkin spice lattes for over a month. Now in Texas, it will still be warm for a while. But if the temperature dips below 75, everyone here drags out their fall clothes.

After a long, hot Texas summer, even the hint of fall makes me happy. I love watching the leaves change color and that crispness in the morning air when I go for my daily walk. I’m ready to buy my pumpkins to set by my front door and dust off my front door wreath of fall leaves. And I can’t wait to curl up with a blanket and a book, and drink hot cocoa in my warmer (not sleeveless) PJs.

I can feel the fall coming, especially in the morning.  There is just that hint of a temperature drop.  Yeah, I know in the South, we’ve got to wait a while until true fall arrives.  But until then, I might have to crank down my air conditioner, light a pumpkin scented candle and pretend.

What to you look forward to with the coming of fall?

Don’t Forget!

Don’t Breathe a Word comes out November 5th, but you can preorder it now from Amazon, Indiebound, Barnes & Noble, Apple iBooks, Goodreads and at Forever Books.

Police detective Juan Acosta doesn’t only carry scars on the outside. He’s filled with guilt and anger ever since his undercover job led to the murder of those he loved the most. Now he’s living for one thing: revenge. That is, until Juan meets his beautiful new neighbor.
Vicki Holloway prides herself on being capable and independent, but her life is turned upside down when her sister Sara is killed by an abusive ex. Fearing for the safety of her niece, Vicki and the little girl go into hiding…resurfacing in Texas with new identities.

Juan finds his once-frozen heart thawing around Vicki, but he knows she’s hiding something. Juan needs answers, but Vicki isn’t talking. She has to keep her secrets if she wants to keep Bell safe, which means resisting her growing feelings for the sexy, scarred man next door. But when Juan’s quest for justice brings danger to her door, divulging the truth might be the only thing that keeps her alive.

Includes the bonus novella “Hot Target” by April Hunt!

Ireland–The Emerald Isle

Déjà vu is French phrase that means already seen.  Basically, it is the feeling that one has lived through the present situation before.  And that is what Ireland felt like to me.  A little like going home, but a home I only sense in my soul, like an abstract painting that lures me closer, that speaks to my heart, but can’t be described.  And the music… it took me on an emotional ride.  Joy, sorrow, love, grief.  How one song could tell so much story is beyond me.

Walking around Dublin was a visual treat.  We toured the Dublin castle and visited several pubs.The best meal I had on my whole trip was a big bowl of Guinness stew.   Now I tried the beer, because let’s face it, you have to.  If you don’t even try it might just be a reason to get you thrown out of Ireland.  But I’ll have to be honest, the beer, I’ll only take in my stew, thank you.  But that whiskey—and yes we did a tour and a tasting—I liked.  I even brought a bottle home.

We took a day trip to the enchanting Glendalough. Marveled at the purple hills and awe inspiring views.  We walked around a 6th century monastic settlement, where the tombstones have long since lost their inscriptions.

 

 

 

Anyone see the movie, P.S. I Love You?  Do you remember the quaint bridge where Gerry met Holly for the first time?  I walked along that path and realized there is something about this country that whispers romance into one’s ear.  And of course, as soon as we got home, I watched the movie again.

 

 

You know in Texas we say if you don’t like the weather wait five minutes.  Well, let me tell you, in Ireland I have never seen weather change so fast.  From dreary and gray to blue sunny skies in only a couple of minutes.

 

 

 

As I write this blog, I’m listening to Irish music, and missing the place that feels as if it holds secrets to perhaps a past life. And maybe a future one, because I came home with several book ideas.

 

 

Have you ever been someplace that made you feel like you have been there before, but you know you haven’t?

Reading Suggestions?

 

This week, I’ve had to take it easy. Hubby gave me the crud. You know where you feel horrible, you nose runs and you can’t stop coughing. So, I’ve been reading. I’m currently reading Blood Money  (NYPD Blue & Gold book 2) by Tee O’Fallon, and I’m really enjoying it.

 

 

 

 

 

At least I finished writing my final Christie Craig Texas Justice book, Don’t Look Back.  FBI agents, Texas Detectives, and murder.  A cat named Psycho. A hero that is drool worthy.  And a plot with more twist than a pretzel. Don’t forget the second book in the series, Don’t Breathe a Word comes out Nov. 5th, but you can preorder it now at Amazon, Barnes & Noble and Kobo.

So when I have the crud, it takes a while for me to get over it, so expect to be catching up on my reading. Any books you’d like to recommend? What are you reading right now?

 

 

 

Haunted Edinburgh

I’m going to share a few more images from Edinburgh, before I take you to some of the other places we visited.  I know I mentioned that I walked around some graveyards and even did a ghost tour.  And if you’ve read my books and my blogs, you know I love a good, spooky tale.

 

And while visiting, there were plenty of stories that sent a chill running up my spine. Edinburgh, where just a stroll long the cobblestone streets, takes you back in time, has a long ghoulish history. Psychics and ghost hunters have long said that the Scottish capital is one of the most haunted places in the world.

 

 

A walk through the cemetery, that is so old that most of the script on the tombstones is no longer legible, can raise the hairs on the back of your neck.  It made me stop and wonder about the bones of the people buried six feet under.  Were they happy?  Did they love someone?  How did the die?

As a pet owner, one story stood out.  The tale of a phantom Skye terrier, Bobby. The dog was said to have spent fourteen years guarding his master’s grave.  In 1872, the faithful pooch passed away. He is now buried in the Greyfriars Kirkland, near his owner.  It is said that people can still hear his bark near the grave. Dare I say, that is one spirit, I wouldn’t mind running across.

 

 

Ahh, but even deeper down, deeper than the bones of the now unnamed-dead, are a collection of underground passageways.  With very little ventilation, these dark, dank tunnels were called home to the very poorest of people: vagrants, thieves, gamblers and an array of undesirables.  The ghost tour I attended took me under Edinburgh’s Old City. With only candle light to guide us, I learned of the sad and often gruesome history of this place.  A history of religious persecution, of executions of witches, and even the great plague.  No doubt, the beauty of this timeless city that draws so many to visit, is stained with blood.