<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584437797756272108</id><updated>2012-01-27T10:37:13.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stacy Dawn eBooks</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacydawnebooks.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584437797756272108/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacydawnebooks.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Stacy Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935442033300204998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_C5ozp2GDvs/TyHN1ho-DeI/AAAAAAAABVQ/aE9dxjHX194/s220/TheAppleOfHisEye_w6629_300.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584437797756272108.post-4661727324883802795</id><published>2012-01-27T10:23:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T10:37:13.404-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Apple of His Eye</title><content type='html'>Contemporary Romance&lt;br /&gt;Short Story&lt;br /&gt;Rating: Sweet/Sensual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/TIdrBGgXNKI/AAAAAAAABQ0/Pf5yy68Lc4A/s1600/CorvetteConfessions_w5758_680.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hDS1MKJWLnw/TyLBkN0WmqI/AAAAAAAABWM/3x3UgD6x_Sc/s1600/TheAppleOfHisEye_w6629_300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702332906133166754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hDS1MKJWLnw/TyLBkN0WmqI/AAAAAAAABWM/3x3UgD6x_Sc/s320/TheAppleOfHisEye_w6629_300.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Apple of His Eye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Golden Rule of Friendship: Do not covet thy best friend’s fiancée.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An easy rule for Shane Gallagher to obey when he meets Eden, as staid and business-minded as his good friend, Brad, whom she is about to marry. But when she unexpectedly blossoms before his eyes, temptation takes seed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eden is happy with her calculated marriage plans until she is forced to spend a day with her fiancé’s best friend—minus her fiancé—and experiences an evening far different from her usual calm and analytical existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can Shane stay away from the forbidden fruit? Or will the sweetness and allure prove too much to bear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Available February 8th, 2012 at &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thewildrosepress.com/index.php?main_page=index&amp;amp;manufacturers_id=16"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Wild Rose Press, Inc.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;REVIEWS:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Coming Soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;EXCERPT:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Her infectious giggles fanned his face as the sky blue gaze sparkled down at him. Wet cold seeping into his back slowly brought him back to reality. The reality that this beautiful woman atop him was already taken. Taken by his best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the only time he could remember, Shane was honestly jealous of Brad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a bad idea all around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carefully, he disentangled himself and got them to their feet. “Look, we should go back inside.” Where he could put a table, or better yet, a whole room between them for safety. His or hers, he couldn't be sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No, please,” she begged, the grin still wide on her face. “I've got it now. See.” She let go of his arm and stood alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shane kept his hands at the ready even though her balance seemed much better. In fact, she looked remarkably stable and relaxed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eden's gaze danced to the others practicing their slap shots. “Do you have a stick I could use?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Whoa there, Crosbie,” Shane chuckled. “Let's get you skating first before you try your hand at a stick.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What? You mean like this?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He grasped at empty air when she suddenly pushed away to slide smoothly backward. A mischievous glitter twinkled up to him as she swayed her hips, propelling herself faster. Before he could say her name, Eden skidded to a stop and returned to him all in one fluid movement, ending with a small spray of ice shavings over his own skates.&lt;br /&gt;Why that little...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crossing his arms over his chest, he narrowed his gaze. “I thought you said you can't skate?”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584437797756272108-4661727324883802795?l=stacydawnebooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584437797756272108/posts/default/4661727324883802795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584437797756272108/posts/default/4661727324883802795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacydawnebooks.blogspot.com/2012/01/apple-of-his-eye.html' title='The Apple of His Eye'/><author><name>Stacy Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935442033300204998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_C5ozp2GDvs/TyHN1ho-DeI/AAAAAAAABVQ/aE9dxjHX194/s220/TheAppleOfHisEye_w6629_300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hDS1MKJWLnw/TyLBkN0WmqI/AAAAAAAABWM/3x3UgD6x_Sc/s72-c/TheAppleOfHisEye_w6629_300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584437797756272108.post-8302885705348554788</id><published>2012-01-27T10:09:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T10:22:33.869-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Holly Night</title><content type='html'>Contemporary Holiday&lt;br /&gt;Novella&lt;br /&gt;Rating: Sweet/Sensual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Christmas in Noelle...where love and laughter are always at the top of Santa's list!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fmJnRD4jrfo/TyK-dE6DrgI/AAAAAAAABWA/WNlIMiFKsYI/s1600/OhHollyNight_w6504_300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702329484947205634" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fmJnRD4jrfo/TyK-dE6DrgI/AAAAAAAABWA/WNlIMiFKsYI/s320/OhHollyNight_w6504_300.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh Holly Night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helping out in hope of reaping a veterinarian partnership, Dr. Holly Night winds up in her own version of a Christmas nightmare--Santa Claus, reindeer games, babies born in a stable. Raised in a family that didn't "do" Christmas--or family--she is unprepared for a town filled with an overwhelming holiday spirit. Add in a handsome mechanic who finds amusement in her obvious misery, and not only is her patience tested, but unexpectedly, her belief as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amusement isn't the only thing Rev Johnston feels for the pretty doctor or her situation; he's been the outsider before and knows how hard it can be. Having been abandoned one too many times before, he isn't about to let himself fall for someone who can't wait to get out of town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can the magic of Christmas, with a little help from Santa Claus, heal these two hearts before it's too late?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Available now from &lt;a href="http://www.thewildrosepress.com/index.php?main_page=index&amp;amp;manufacturers_id=16&amp;amp;zenid=5897d48ae8a011e340031fd3849e99e5"&gt;The Wild Rose Press&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;REVIEWS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you are looking for the book that really exhibits the reason for the season, pick up Oh Holly Night. It is full of love, family, and a lot of heart. Oh Holly Night brought tears to my eyes and made me laugh several times. I almost feel like I was the grinch before reading Oh Holly Night and that my heart has grown a few sizes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;~Sizzling Hot Book Revies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sizzlinghotbooks.net/2011/12/oh-holly-night-by-stacy-dawn.html?zx=3bc97957284e1313"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://www.sizzlinghotbooks.net/2011/12/oh-holly-night-by-stacy-dawn.html?zx=3bc97957284e1313&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;EXCERPT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holly’s relieved smile clenched his chest and he had to force his attention back to Jess to get out the rest of the information. “I did get a hold of Brent and your dad. They’re on their way.” A fearful bite of her lips had him squeezing her arm. “Don’t worry, Jess. Everything is going to be all right. You’ve got your very own doctor right here with Holly. She’ll take care of you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A small squeak caught his attention and he swung his gaze back to the good doctor. Eyes wide and jaw tight, she was pulling air in and out of her nose in long, panicked breaths. In a flash, she stood and yanked him up by his arm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m, uh, just going to get my bag, Jess. We’ll be right back.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rev had no choice but to follow as she all but yanked him out into the main aisle of the barn. She let go and he turned to point back where’d they just come from. “Your bag is still in the stall, right there beside Jes—Holly?” Where’d she go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He glanced around and found her on the opposite wall, arms out straight, hands braced against the wood and head hung low between them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her chest expanded and contracted in heaving breaths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two steps and he was at her side, hand on her back for support. “Holly? Holly, what’s wrong?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What’s wrong? What’s wrong?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her head spun up and dark, doe eyes glared in half anger, half panic. “How could you give her the false hope that I’ll take care of everything. I’m a veterinarian, Rev. I’ve never delivered a human baby!”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584437797756272108-8302885705348554788?l=stacydawnebooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584437797756272108/posts/default/8302885705348554788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584437797756272108/posts/default/8302885705348554788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacydawnebooks.blogspot.com/2012/01/oh-holly-night.html' title='Oh Holly Night'/><author><name>Stacy Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935442033300204998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_C5ozp2GDvs/TyHN1ho-DeI/AAAAAAAABVQ/aE9dxjHX194/s220/TheAppleOfHisEye_w6629_300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fmJnRD4jrfo/TyK-dE6DrgI/AAAAAAAABWA/WNlIMiFKsYI/s72-c/OhHollyNight_w6504_300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584437797756272108.post-4335325719931577225</id><published>2010-09-08T19:28:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T16:32:03.480-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Corvette Confessions</title><content type='html'>Contemporary Romance&lt;br /&gt;Short Story&lt;br /&gt;Rating: Sweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Class of '85 Series&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/TIdrBGgXNKI/AAAAAAAABQ0/Pf5yy68Lc4A/s1600/CorvetteConfessions_w5758_680.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 133px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514493935408854178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/TIdrBGgXNKI/AAAAAAAABQ0/Pf5yy68Lc4A/s200/CorvetteConfessions_w5758_680.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have you ever been in the right place at the wrong time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dumped at the senior spring dance, AJ, who’d always been more into softball and shop class than cheerleading and pep squad, escaped the crowd to mope in the Corvette on loan to the class for the semester. When Greg Roberts unexpectedly joined her, his attempts to cheer her worked—too well. She might have even confessed her love that night if Greg’s longtime girlfriend hadn’t come looking for him. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Twenty-five hard years later, forced to come to the reunion by her best friend, AJ escapes back to her favorite class, only to find the exact Corvette—a little worn and faded—sitting right where she’d left it. Fond memories turn into reality when Greg shows up at her driver’s side window again—and déjà vu takes on a whole new meaning. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Available now at &lt;a href="http://www.thewildrosepress.com/corvette-confessions-p-4210.html?zenid=a4210e9eb48bc2ea4a37127583a440bf"&gt;The Wild Rose Press.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thewildrosepress.com/corvette-confessions-p-4210.html?zenid=a4210e9eb48bc2ea4a37127583a440bf"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;http://www.thewildrosepress.com/corvette-confessions-p-4210.html?zenid=a4210e9eb48bc2ea4a37127583a440bf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;REVIEWS:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;5 DIAMOND REVIEW from Gemstone Reviews!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Stacy Dawn weaves a great story." "I enjoyed this book and would definately recommend it to all."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Read full review here: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gemstonereviews.com/site_page.aspx?pageid=43"&gt;http://www.gemstonereviews.com/site_page.aspx?pageid=43&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;5 HEARTS from the Romance Studio!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://theromancestudio.com/reviews/reviews/corvetteconfessionsdawn.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://theromancestudio.com/reviews/reviews/corvetteconfessionsdawn.htm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;4 Tea Cups from Happily Ever After Reviews!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ms. Dawn's characters are delightful and well grounded as the story unfolds in the front seat of the corvette, which is as much a character and personality in it's own right. I loved the description of the memories being kept in the box, which is gradually prised open as the conversation moves over the last twenty-five years. Written in the first person from AJ's pov, we still get as much emotion from Greg from his actions and expressions, as we do from AJ. A quick read, it is a powerful a story as some longer ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;~Happily Every After Reviews&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hea-reviews.blogspot.com/2010/09/review-corvette-confessions-by-stacy.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://hea-reviews.blogspot.com/2010/09/review-corvette-confessions-by-stacy.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The class of '85 series can add another gem to the homecoming queen's crown, Corvette Confessions is a witty, whimsical, fun read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;~Donna Bolk, an Amazon.com review&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EXCERPT:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;“Ma’am, I’m going to need to see your driver’s license and registration, please.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twenty-five years sucked me back through a narrow tunnel and my heart pounded along with the thunder of sudden time-travel beating against my eardrums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The light lowered to reveal honey-brown eyes crinkled in amusement. The overlap of youth and maturity flickered back and forth until my eyes came to focus on a handsome face, the grace of silver kissing the edges of thick, sandy-blonde hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fumbled for the volume dial without taking my eyes from him. “G-Greg?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A chuckle came from the wide smile. “Sorry, A.J., I couldn’t resist.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It’s A…J…” I trailed off from the automatic correction when I realized he’d gotten my name right. He remembered? And remembered more than just the way he surprised me last time, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the windshield, I watch him shut off and set down the Trouble light. I quickly tamed my mussed up hair and snagged my purse back from the passenger seat as I followed his progress around the hood of the Corvette. I don’t think I actually pulled in a breath until his weight in the bucket seat shifted the vehicle and kicked my lungs back into survival mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long seconds went by as he contemplated me with those twinkling eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t know about you,” he finally said, “but I’m having a bit of déjà vu here.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You have no idea.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584437797756272108-4335325719931577225?l=stacydawnebooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584437797756272108/posts/default/4335325719931577225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584437797756272108/posts/default/4335325719931577225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacydawnebooks.blogspot.com/2010/09/corvette-confessions.html' title='Corvette Confessions'/><author><name>Stacy Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935442033300204998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_C5ozp2GDvs/TyHN1ho-DeI/AAAAAAAABVQ/aE9dxjHX194/s220/TheAppleOfHisEye_w6629_300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/TIdrBGgXNKI/AAAAAAAABQ0/Pf5yy68Lc4A/s72-c/CorvetteConfessions_w5758_680.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584437797756272108.post-6540411382485441556</id><published>2009-06-26T12:16:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T13:23:31.344-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Finding Their Way Back:  One Starlit Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Contemporary Romance&lt;br /&gt;Novella&lt;br /&gt;Rating: Spicy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433342143326538050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/S2cb5GwjSUI/AAAAAAAABPA/MZvIPq51fI8/s320/capa2009_nom.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/Sj5vVKxv18I/AAAAAAAABO4/GGu98QyPGyU/s1600-h/FindingWayBack_W2306_300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349835816823674818" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/Sj5vVKxv18I/AAAAAAAABO4/GGu98QyPGyU/s320/FindingWayBack_W2306_300.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ONE STARLIT NIGHT&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Elizabeth O'Leary meets up with the cowboy she's been avoiding for over two years, she doesn't know whether to trust her heart or her head. One tells her Grey Wulfsen just might be &lt;em&gt;The One&lt;/em&gt;, the other tells her it doesn’t matter because he'll never forgive her when he finds out what she took away with her on that one starlit night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Available now from &lt;a href="http://thewildrosepress.com/"&gt;The Wild Rose Press&lt;/a&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;REVIEWS:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Mistress Bella Reviews:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I enjoyed all three of these stories. I love anthologies and the way they all tie together somehow, but tell a story all there own. The authors all did a great job with keeping a common theme. Under a Rodeo Moon was such a touching story. I loved the characters so much in this story. I was really happy with the ending that they got. After the Rodeo was another great read. I loved the overall plot with this story. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;But my favorite was One Starlight Night. I just felt so involved with this story. I felt like I was watching a movie, the details, descriptions and facts were so vivid and real. And ladies…and some men…who doesn’t love a cowboy? If you do, than this is an anthology you must check out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://mistressbellareviews.blogspot.com/2009/07/finding-their-way-back-wayback-texas.html?zx=4b2a9528d6747e68"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://mistressbellareviews.blogspot.com/2009/07/finding-their-way-back-wayback-texas.html?zx=4b2a9528d6747e68&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;5 Ribbons from Romance Junkies!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stacy Dawn really pulls at the reader's heartstrings with One Starlit Night. Elizabeth and Grey seem to be perfect for each other but fear, misunderstanding and misconceptions could potentially destroy any hope they have for a future together. Ms. Dawn does a brilliant job of bringing her characters to life so that they feel like long lost friends.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584437797756272108-6540411382485441556?l=stacydawnebooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584437797756272108/posts/default/6540411382485441556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584437797756272108/posts/default/6540411382485441556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacydawnebooks.blogspot.com/2009/06/finding-their-way-back-one-starlit.html' title='Finding Their Way Back:  One Starlit Night'/><author><name>Stacy Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935442033300204998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_C5ozp2GDvs/TyHN1ho-DeI/AAAAAAAABVQ/aE9dxjHX194/s220/TheAppleOfHisEye_w6629_300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/S2cb5GwjSUI/AAAAAAAABPA/MZvIPq51fI8/s72-c/capa2009_nom.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584437797756272108.post-138418110481625618</id><published>2008-11-02T09:36:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T09:23:05.273-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Cinderella Christmas</title><content type='html'>Contemporary Holiday&lt;br /&gt;Novella&lt;br /&gt;Rating: Sweet/Sensual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Christmas in Noelle...where love and laughter are always at the top of Santa's list!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/SQ27ZtVTw5I/AAAAAAAABGU/m8icNIpXOyc/s1600-h/ACinderellaChristmas_w2352_300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264069589806072722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/SQ27ZtVTw5I/AAAAAAAABGU/m8icNIpXOyc/s320/ACinderellaChristmas_w2352_300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A Cinderella Christmas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her mother's ridiculous idea to gift her with 'a man' for Christmas is driving Angie Bellini insane! Every bachelor and his brother in Noelle are asking her to save them a dance at the upcoming wedding of Santa Claus Holloran's daughter. What's a girl to do to keep her sanity and thwart a scheming mother? Date the one man in town her mother despises, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wes O'Connor doesn't like the plan Angie has coerced him into for two reasons: 1) He's still paying for the last time those big brown eyes made him do something stupid and 2) He doesn't want to 'pretend' to date the beautiful baker, he wants the fairytale to turn into a real happily-ever-after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their ending may not be so happy, though, when they discover they aren't the only players in their little game of make-believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Available now from &lt;a href="http://www.thewildrosepress.com/index.php?main_page=index&amp;amp;manufacturers_id=16&amp;amp;zenid=5897d48ae8a011e340031fd3849e99e5"&gt;The Wild Rose Press&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;REVIEWS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;5 Hearts from the Romance Studio!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ms. Stacy Dawn has written a great book which was a quick read that was mesmerizing. The emotionally charged ending was completely unexpected. The other characters were so entertaining that at times it was laugh-out-loud funny.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I highly recommend this book. This is not my first Stacy Dawn book and I hope it will not be my last. This is a terrific read from start to finish. You will be thrilled to read it. It's bound to be a best-seller.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Brenda Talley, The Romance Studio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;4.5 Ribbions from Romance Junkies!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A hilariously funny read, I absolutely adore Stacy Dawn’s A CINDERELLA CHRISTMAS. Meet Angie and Wes who have to resort to extreme measures to get one up on Angie’s mother – Vita. Things go from make-believe to the real thing, but no one admits to this until hearts are broken and halos are tarnished. A CINDERLLA CHRISTMAS is a really sweet read that will have you hunting down the other books about the love life of people in this small town who believe it or not have a real life Santa Claus, who loves his sweets. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://romancejunkiesreviews.com/artman/publish/contemporary/A_Cinderella_Christmas.shtml"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://romancejunkiesreviews.com/artman/publish/contemporary/A_Cinderella_Christmas.shtml&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A Cinderella Christmas was the perfect fit for a fun, romantic holiday read.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love Stacy Dawn's Christmas in Noelle series, and reading a new story in the series is becoming one of my favorite holiday traditons.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Kathy Adrico, Kathy's Review Corner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I felt warm and fuzzy as I read this story of reverse psychology gone every which way it could. A sweet story to warm up a winter day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Reviewed by Hibiscus, The Long and Short of It&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have enjoyed a number of the different tales centered on this town by the talented Ms. Dawn of The Wild Rose Press and A Cinderella Christmas in no different.  You will want a plate of cookies, a glass of something festive and a nice cozy area to read this story, if not you will be off looking for cinnamon buns, and hot dairy farmer's buns to go with them.  I completely enjoyed A Cinderella Christmas and think you will aslo enjoy this fast-paced festive story.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Tanya, Joyfully Reviewed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;EXCERPT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“But I don’t want to date you...I mean...” Wes shifted in his seat, clenching and unclenching the steering wheel. How had everything gotten turned around? Sure, at the bakery, after seeing those beautiful brown eyes flare from friendly to frustrated to hopeful all in a span of fifteen minutes, he knew he wanted to know her a little better, again. Maybe pick up where his youthful mishap had detoured them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this was not how he pictured getting the date. He glanced sideways at her cute little nose scrunched in contemplation—of him. Wes gulped and darted his gaze back to the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The zip-zup-zip of her playing with the zipper on her jacket etched into the sudden silence.&lt;br /&gt;“A-are you dating someone?” she finally ventured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No, but—”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Engaged?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No, but—”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Married?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;em&gt;No&lt;/em&gt;,” he bellowed over her rapid interrogation. &lt;em&gt;Geez, let a guy get a word in edgewise here&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, she twisted around, leg back up on the seat again as comfortable as if she’d ridden in the truck a thousand times before. “Then what is it? Is it me? You find me ugly, repulsive?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No, Angie, come on!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In truth, her position grazed her knee against his hip, sending currents of awareness straight to his chest. &lt;em&gt;Repulsive? Not even close&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He focused his attention on the mid-morning street, counting the huge snowflakes to cool himself down. How had a simple delivery job become so complicated? He now realized why his father handled this end of the business. Ian O’Connor was a people-person while Wes preferred the uncomplicated company of the farm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slender hands latched onto his upper arm, effectively melting the snowflake theory.&lt;br /&gt;“Please. I need help and you’re all I’ve got at the moment.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With tight lips, he tried to focus on the road, but his gaze kept flicking back to her hands clenching his arm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“For old time’s sake, Wes. Please.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He made the mistake of glimpsing the dark eyes, big and round and rivaling any kicked-puppy-dog-look he’d ever seen. His jaw ticked tight, and he felt himself caving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Be strong this time, Wes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hands around his arm pulled in small, pleading tugs while her lips quirked in a mischievous tilt. “I’ll bake you a special batch of chocolate chip cookies...” she coerced. “Three batches...better, a dozen!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No use—the minute she batted those lashes, he was a dead-man-driving. The only choice left was to chuckle and shake his head in defeat. “Dad likes them too. Make it a dozen and you got yourself a deal.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh thanks, Wes,” she squealed. “You’re a real pal.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His smile twitched to a wince at her euphoric outburst. Being her ‘pal’ was least on his list at the moment. They’d picked up right where they left off in high school—big brown eyes messing with his good sense. And, judging by this morning’s events at the bakery, he wasn’t finished paying for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;More stories from the humorously eccentric town of Noelle, Alberta...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Click on a cover for more information&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://stacydawnebooks.blogspot.com/2008/09/reindeer-games.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n139/StacyDawn3/ReindeerGames_wrp98_120.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://stacydawnebooks.blogspot.com/2008/09/christmas-on-parole.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n139/StacyDawn3/ChristmasOnParole_175.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://stacydawnebooks.blogspot.com/2008/11/cinderella-christmas.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584437797756272108-138418110481625618?l=stacydawnebooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584437797756272108/posts/default/138418110481625618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584437797756272108/posts/default/138418110481625618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacydawnebooks.blogspot.com/2008/11/cinderella-christmas.html' title='A Cinderella Christmas'/><author><name>Stacy Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935442033300204998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_C5ozp2GDvs/TyHN1ho-DeI/AAAAAAAABVQ/aE9dxjHX194/s220/TheAppleOfHisEye_w6629_300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/SQ27ZtVTw5I/AAAAAAAABGU/m8icNIpXOyc/s72-c/ACinderellaChristmas_w2352_300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584437797756272108.post-4000053257291414517</id><published>2008-11-02T09:22:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T09:28:38.174-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Karaoke Cowgirl</title><content type='html'>Contempory Romance&lt;br /&gt;Short Story&lt;br /&gt;Rating: Sensual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/SQ25iseoc0I/AAAAAAAABGM/9p0qyZdhLME/s1600-h/KaraokeCowgirl_w2961_300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264067545172308802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/SQ25iseoc0I/AAAAAAAABGM/9p0qyZdhLME/s320/KaraokeCowgirl_w2961_300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karaoke Cowgirl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How far would you go to attract the man of your dreams?&lt;br /&gt;Ally Standish re-invents herself every Saturday night to sing for her cowboy. But when they come face to face in the light of a normal day—and he discovers the real Ally—will he let her sing him more love songs or will the music die for good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Available now from &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thewildrosepress.com/index.php?main_page=index&amp;amp;manufacturers_id=16"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Wild Rose Press&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;REVIEWS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stacy Dawn’s &lt;strong&gt;Karaoke Cowgirl&lt;/strong&gt; brings to you a tale of accepting yourself for who you are. I really enjoyed this short story, it was well written, the characters likeable and the plot interesting. For me it had an underling message of be who you are and not what you think others want you to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;~Reviewed by Sandie, WRDF Review&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;4 Books from Long and Short Reviews!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Karaoke Cowgirl is a great story. Classic, really, and add in the karaoke bar for a definite new twist.  Stacy Dawn does a great job of not only telling hte story, developing the characters, and tossing some butterfly churning sentiments but she also makes you feel for her lead character, Ally.  Extremely enjoyable and truly heartfelt.  I loved this story and connot wait to see what else Ms. Dawn can come up with.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Reviewed by Agapanthus, Long and Short of It&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;EXCERPT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ally pulled Nick closer, hiding her face against his neck for fear she’d blubber all over him. &lt;em&gt;Classy? Not by half!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Further proof jumped out before her eyes as one of her fake nails dislodged and tangled in the thick waves at the nape of his neck. “&lt;em&gt;Oh no!&lt;/em&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick pulled back slightly at her quick intake of breath. She held his neck tighter, moving the small distance with him so her nail wouldn’t snap right off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Alexandra? What’s wrong?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her full name on his lips paused her panic for a moment. No one ever called her that anymore. She’d only given Nick the name because she thought it matched her fancy false persona much better than plain old Ally—not to mention she loved the way he said her name with a breathy reverence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“N-nothing,” she finally stuttered, shaking off his magic spell. Using another finger to slide the broken nail back in place, she made a fist to hold it there. “I just realized...uh...how thirsty I am. Yes, I’m so very thirsty.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584437797756272108-4000053257291414517?l=stacydawnebooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584437797756272108/posts/default/4000053257291414517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584437797756272108/posts/default/4000053257291414517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacydawnebooks.blogspot.com/2008/11/karaoke-cowgirl.html' title='Karaoke Cowgirl'/><author><name>Stacy Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935442033300204998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_C5ozp2GDvs/TyHN1ho-DeI/AAAAAAAABVQ/aE9dxjHX194/s220/TheAppleOfHisEye_w6629_300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/SQ25iseoc0I/AAAAAAAABGM/9p0qyZdhLME/s72-c/KaraokeCowgirl_w2961_300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584437797756272108.post-1710378040780118721</id><published>2008-09-14T15:59:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T09:11:08.708-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Luck Be A Cowboy</title><content type='html'>Contemporary Romance&lt;br /&gt;Novella&lt;br /&gt;Rating: Sensual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where will the brooch end up this time.... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://s111.photobucket.com/albums/n139/StacyDawn3/?action=view&amp;amp;current=LuckBeACowboy_w1645_300.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/SM1uFg9uXzI/AAAAAAAAAzw/32V2P5HpQDY/s1600-h/LuckBeACowboy_w1645_300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245970181983723314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/SM1uFg9uXzI/AAAAAAAAAzw/32V2P5HpQDY/s320/LuckBeACowboy_w1645_300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Luck be a Cowboy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The Legacy of the Celtic Brooch 12)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Travel consultant Sarah Monroe's sudden streak of bad luck continues when, after taking a baseball bat to her cheating fiancé's truck, she discovers she's trashed the wrong one. Worse, the real owner, sexy cowboy Harper Reed, witnesses her act of vengeful vandalism. The last thing she needs is her passport cancelled due to a criminal record—or to risk trusting another handsome man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Sarah worries if their shaky negotiation will hold up under her bad luck, Harper tries to find a way to prove that luck is not only in the eye of the beholder...but in the heart of a cowboy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;REVIEWS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 Hearts from the Romance Studio!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ms&lt;/span&gt;. Stacy Dawn definitely lived up to her reputation with this book.  I enjoy her style so much that I read all her books possible.  Her characters were dynamic, yet comical.  Her situations are so funny that it's impossible not to laugh.  There were also some poignant moments in the book. I found myself immersed in the characters and felt as if I was there in person.  I highly recommend this book to anyone who likes to laugh and maybe shed a tear while reading a fabulous book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;~Brenda Talley, The Romance Studio&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4 1/2 Books from the Long and Short Reviews!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;This was such a great read! The pacing was perfect, and there were no loose ends or unanswered backstory issues. My attention was immediately grabbed by the very first line of the book. Sarah Monroe is a wonderfully feisty heroine who isn’t about to let anyone walk all over her. Harper Reed has just the right mix of patience and passion to be able to handle the spirited little filly. I especially loved how the hero helped the heroine see the positives that came as a result of the perceived negatives. And haven’t we all secretly wanted a little sweet revenge against a lying, cheating scumbag?Take some time, grab a chair and some coffee and enjoy every word of this fantastic story. You won’t be sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;~Reviewed by Daffodil, Long and Short Reviews &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I found Luck Be A Cowboy to be a fun addition to the Legacy of the Celtic Brooch series. In this case, the woman who is given the brooch is convinced all it does is deliver bad luck. But you need to be the judge. I think she just might have been wrong. The story was well written with a lot of tongue in cheek humor, from Sarah trashing the wrong car to being asked to jump out of a cake. Any of the stories in this series can be read alone. I found Luck Be A Cowboy to be one of the better ones I have read in this series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;~Reviewed by Tanya , Joyfully Reviewed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;EXCERPT:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Whoa there, Slugger."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The soft body thunked into his arms, back to his chest as rose scented curls fanned his face. For a moment, Harper relived the moment in the back bedroom, her hair grazing his cheek, her soft skin tingling beneath his hands. The moment was seared into his body, charging it to life the moment he touched her. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Unfortunately, her squirming to untwist a spiked heel from the platform broke into the pleasant memory. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He shifted her to one arm in order to reach down and unhook the errant heel. "You could have broken your neck," he said in a gentle reprimand as he helped her to stand. "I told you I'd be back to help." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Her gaze darted over his shoulder and out the open door. "Yeah, well, I think I've had just about enough help from men lately." She poked a finger in his chest. "God is a man, isn't he? Well, doesn't that just explain everything." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"O-okay." Harper wasn't about to delve into a cryptic retort like that and instead sized up the slight pinch of her brows and the haze fading her blue eyes to grey. "You sure you're all right?" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Yep, great. No problem." She averted her eyes and turned with one spiked heel rising to the cake's platform. "Now, help me up. This is gonna be one show you're not likely to forget." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;And how&lt;/em&gt;, he thought as his hands slipped to the round, firm ass. All in the name of assistance of course, but man... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Haul it in there, Reed. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Easier said than done as he shifted his own hips to relieve the growing strain in his jeans. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Okay, I'm in. What do you think?" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sarah popped around, sultry arms raised in a very 1940's pin-up pose. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Harper's lips twitched. "Perfect." Her smile grew, eyes dancing like diamonds in the spotlight. His body instantly reacted with a tight chest and even tighter pants. Harper cleared his throat and sidestepped behind the opened lid, hinged as the top of the cake. He knew his reaction wasn't anything more than being in the company of a gorgeous woman. But if that were true, then why did his gut feel like a big old rock had been dropped to the bottom.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Available now from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thewildrosepress.com/index.php?main_page=index&amp;amp;manufacturers_id=16" target="_self"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THE WILD ROSE PRESS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584437797756272108-1710378040780118721?l=stacydawnebooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584437797756272108/posts/default/1710378040780118721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584437797756272108/posts/default/1710378040780118721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacydawnebooks.blogspot.com/2008/09/luck-be-cowboy.html' title='Luck Be A Cowboy'/><author><name>Stacy Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935442033300204998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_C5ozp2GDvs/TyHN1ho-DeI/AAAAAAAABVQ/aE9dxjHX194/s220/TheAppleOfHisEye_w6629_300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/SM1uFg9uXzI/AAAAAAAAAzw/32V2P5HpQDY/s72-c/LuckBeACowboy_w1645_300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584437797756272108.post-3598889375714447556</id><published>2008-09-12T15:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T10:37:03.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas on Parole</title><content type='html'>Contemporary Holiday Romance&lt;br /&gt;Novella&lt;br /&gt;Rating: Sweet/Sensual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Christmas in Noelle...where love and laughter are always at the top of Santa's list!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/SM1pi3k9hvI/AAAAAAAAAzY/N1olyAhmErM/s1600-h/ChristmasOnParole_300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245965188711941874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/SM1pi3k9hvI/AAAAAAAAAzY/N1olyAhmErM/s320/ChristmasOnParole_300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Christmas on Parole&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome back to Noelle, Alberta, home of the infamous Reindeer Games, Santa Claus Holloran, and a fifteen foot Rudolph monument welcoming you to town—that was, before Deke Halls ran his semi into it. Even though it was an accident, thanks to the beautiful but annoying judge, instead of heading to Bermuda for a holiday vacation, he's spending Christmas on parole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laney McGovern wasn't about to let the good-for-nothing trucker get away with reckless driving and decapitating the town's historical monument. She'd divorced his arrogant type before—all good old boy smiles but selfish as the Grinch. Sentencing him to community service with each of the six founding families seemed like a just punishment, but when the eccentric townsfolk begin to embrace the handsome cowboy, this judge slowly discovers not all offenders of the heart are the same. Only problem is, she doesn't know if she wants to deck the Halls or shove him under the mistletoe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;REVIEWS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245965587964192850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/SM1p6G6HaFI/AAAAAAAAAzo/fhhpsH6vhSs/s320/best+romance+book+of+2007+short+ebook+nomination.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245965423844762722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/SM1pwjg_pGI/AAAAAAAAAzg/wp6lmVnnE7A/s320/best+romance+book+of+2007+short+print+nomination.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;FIVE BOOKS FROM THE LONG AND SHORT OF IT REVIEWS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas on Parole is the prefect Christmas romance, sweet, light hearted, and sexy. This is Stacy Dawn's second books set in Noelle, Alberta. I smiled all the way through Christmas on Parole and laughed often - it was a real Christmas treat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;5 HEARTS FROM THE ROMANCE STUDIO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a great fast-paced book guaranteed to be hard to put down. Ms. Stacy Dawn has written a book which absolutely mesmerized me. I loved this book and highly recommend it to everyone. It's a great read, holiday or not.&lt;br /&gt;~Reviewer: Brenda Talley, The Romance Studio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There isn't anything about Christmas on Parole not to like. The premise is laugh-out-loud funny, the characters are endearing and the dialogue is perfect for the situation. I completely enjoyed this Stacy Dawn tale and plan to read more from this author in the future. Here sense of iteming is super. Her characters seem to say the perfect thing at exactly the right moment. There were more times than I can remember when I giggled while reading this. I enjoyed wondering if Deke and Laney would get together. Nothing about Christmas on Parole disappointed me. It was entertaining all the way through.&lt;br /&gt;~Reviewed by: Marlene, Fallen Angel Reviews&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FROM ROMANCE JUNKIES: There's a sense of wonder, hope and good will amongst the characters and really could you not love a story with a character known as Santa Claus? Stacey Dawn brings this holiday oriented town to life and instills a sense of holiday spirit - even for a grinch like me! CHRISTMAS ON PAROLE is a delightfully fun read full of situations that will have readers smiling as they read through the pages to see whether Deke and Laney to cave into their feelings for each other or not.&lt;br /&gt;If after reading this story you want to spend some more time with the citizens of Noelle, Alberta, then be sure to check out Ms. Dawn's REINDEER GAMES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas on Parole is another Stacy Dawn masterpiece. The characters are endearing and sexy, and god help me I think I'm in love with Santa.&lt;br /&gt;~Johanna Melaragno, author&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;EXCERPT :&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Before she realized her legs had moved, Laney stood behind him. She gave a quick wave up to Santa Claus Holloran then folded her arms and leaned a shoulder against the back of the sleigh. "Little tall for one of Santa's elves, aren't you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She'd meant it as a joke but as soon as Deke's eyes landed on her, his smile disappeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Judge." He nodded crisply. "Checking up on me already?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her hackles rose of their own accord. She tried to play nice but, obviously, he didn't want to. "That is my job," she said, digging a booted toe into the snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't worry, I'll do mine then get out of your hair." Deke lifted another child up on Santa's lap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His smile flickered on for the children and off for her like broken Christmas tree lights.&lt;br /&gt;"Good, make sure you do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laney shoved off and stormed around the sleigh towards her jeep. Men! Who needed them any way? They were nothing but a pain in the ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tingles creeping up from the firm hand clamped around her arm made the owner unmistakable. She had half a mind to turn around and deck him for his audacity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sorry."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The apologetic expression beneath a lowered Stetson dissolved the angry words leaving only puzzlement on her tongue. "What?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Look, I'm sorry about just now." Deke's free hand gestured towards the sleigh. "I've had an unusual twenty-four hours and, well, I guess I put all the blame on you. No excuse, I know but I am sorry. This is not how I want you to see me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laney yanked her arm back to cross tightly over her chest with the other. "Oh? And just how is it you want me to see you, &lt;em&gt;Mr.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Halls&lt;/em&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He didn't have to speak, his smile said it all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Available at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thewildrosepress.com/index.php?main_page=index&amp;amp;manufacturers_id=16" target="_self"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Wild Rose Press&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And in print from &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/dp/1601541643?tag=thewildrosepr-20&amp;amp;camp=14573&amp;amp;creative=327641&amp;amp;linkCode=as1&amp;amp;creativeASIN=1601541643&amp;amp;adid=0KX3K6BV9ARXX4H22TYR&amp;amp;"&gt;Amazon.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;More stories from the humorously eccentric town of Noelle, Alberta...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Click on a cover for more information&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://stacydawnebooks.blogspot.com/2008/09/reindeer-games.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n139/StacyDawn3/ReindeerGames_wrp98_120.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://stacydawnebooks.blogspot.com/2008/09/christmas-on-parole.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://stacydawnebooks.blogspot.com/2008/11/cinderella-christmas.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n139/StacyDawn3/ACinderellaChristmas_w2352_120.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584437797756272108-3598889375714447556?l=stacydawnebooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584437797756272108/posts/default/3598889375714447556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584437797756272108/posts/default/3598889375714447556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacydawnebooks.blogspot.com/2008/09/christmas-on-parole.html' title='Christmas on Parole'/><author><name>Stacy Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935442033300204998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_C5ozp2GDvs/TyHN1ho-DeI/AAAAAAAABVQ/aE9dxjHX194/s220/TheAppleOfHisEye_w6629_300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/SM1pi3k9hvI/AAAAAAAAAzY/N1olyAhmErM/s72-c/ChristmasOnParole_300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584437797756272108.post-6306542130804501810</id><published>2008-09-11T15:29:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T16:12:28.365-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wanna Make a Bet?</title><content type='html'>Contemporary Romance&lt;br /&gt;Novel&lt;br /&gt;Rating: Sensual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/SM1mzp2jAxI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/P2CqMRH3kxA/s1600-h/WannaJ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245962178550498066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/SM1mzp2jAxI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/P2CqMRH3kxA/s320/WannaJ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna Make a Bet?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wanna make a bet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;When aspiring artist and purposefully single Sophie Montgomery mutters those four fateful words, her sexy neighbor, Jay Coltrane, pounces on the opportunity to prove she's not as immune to him as she thinks. Before she knows it, Sophie finds herself not only betting against a seduction, she's betting against her own ability to keep her dreams intact and a certain luscious landscaper out of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Available now from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thewildrosepress.com/index.php?main_page=index&amp;amp;manufacturers_id=16" target="_self"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Wild Rose Press&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;REVIEWS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophie and Jay have problems and baggage to settle along the way which only makes this a more believable story with the ups and downs of the inner battles that they both have going on. This was a realistic, delightful read, with the added romance of Julia and Dan which only strengthened the story. I would give this a book rating of five, and urge you to go to Wild Rose Press and give this book a read.&lt;br /&gt;~Review from Books, Bitching,and Banter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lay down your money and let the dice roll, because Wanna Make a Bet is a sure thing. From a drool-worthy hero to an adorable bulldog with a thing for monkeys, this book will hook you in with its depth of characters, humor, and sizzling sensuality. I cancelled dinners and was late for appointments, all because I had to know whether it would be Jay or Sophie who won the bet. Stacy Dawn is a talent and I can't wait for her next novel!&lt;br /&gt;~Bronwyn Storm, author&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Stacy Dawn, a master of short stories, has expanded her talent to create a sexier-than-sin hero and a sassy heroine in Wanna Make A Bet?. I was captivated from the first page, drawn into the roller-coaster ride of Jay and Sophie's romance, breathless from the first touch of Jay's hand. This story is guaranteed to put a smile on your face and in your heart."&lt;br /&gt;~Johanna Riley, author&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all of Jay's friends getting married, he stands to win a sizeable bet that was made when they were all in college together since he will be the only single person left. Sophie is the sexy tenant of Jay's who babysits his bulldog, Harvey for him during the day. She is adamant that she is immune to Jay, who is a sexy playboy in her eyes. Jay jumps on a chance to show Sophie that she is not as immune to him as she thinks so in front of his friends the words "wanna make a bet" were uttered and she was not going to back down. Soon though she finds the folly of those words. What you have is a delightful read where emotions run high. I loved the book from start to finish, and would recommend it to anyone.&lt;br /&gt;~Cryna Palmiere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;EXCERPT:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entering the small hallway connecting their two apartments, Sophie made a strategic mistake. She looked at Jay. The blue depths of his eyes instantly deepened to a rich sapphire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Uh oh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She backed up the two steps to her door, turned and fidgeted with the lock. Sophie desperately wanted to go right in, more to the truth, run right in and hide. Unfortunately, ingrained manners forced her to turn before entering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay stood close behind her, his moon-enhanced cologne teasing her senses. With a single breath, the temperature rose by degrees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, well, I had a great time. Thank you." Sophie hated how her lip trembled when she offered him a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first two kisses came as a surprise. This one she saw coming a mile away yet the hand she held to block his way seemed to be the only part of her body currently connected to her brain. Every other part leaned forward wanting to bury themselves deep within him. Her lips practically screamed to be touched by his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pressure of his chest beneath her hand inched it back towards her. It took Herculean effort to hold him at bay and wrap a cloak of indifference around her. Sophie prayed her knees would stay strong long enough to finish this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You didn't think it would be that easy now did you, Slick? You're good—I'll give you that. But I have plans for my winnings." She forced an extra emphasis on the word my.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Stella?" Jay guffawed, not a little in surprise. "You'd pick a car over a nice warm body like mine?" He sighed dejectedly, humor lighting his handsome face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not looking for any warm body right now." She held up a finger in anticipation of his protest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And I don't ever plan to be someone's girl d'jouer. Not even for a little fun."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For half a second, Sophie could've sworn his smiled faltered then it was back brighter than ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How about a simple good-night kiss then. Between friends." He spoke to her lips as if he knew they wanted it bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophie took a deep breath, let it out slowly, and grinned. "Sure." She eyed the stout bulldog waiting patiently at their feet. "Go ahead, Harvey. Give him a kiss."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obediently, the bulldog stuck his tongue out in a drool-fest pant. Sophie stole the moment of Jay's distraction to slip inside and close the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wooshing out a lung-full of air, she leaned back on the door. &lt;em&gt;That was way too close.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay's muffled, "Spoil sport," sifted through the door on a rich, deep chuckle. Beatrice's earlier question suddenly popped into her head. &lt;em&gt;Who's winning?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584437797756272108-6306542130804501810?l=stacydawnebooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584437797756272108/posts/default/6306542130804501810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584437797756272108/posts/default/6306542130804501810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacydawnebooks.blogspot.com/2008/09/wanna-make-bet.html' title='Wanna Make a Bet?'/><author><name>Stacy Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935442033300204998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_C5ozp2GDvs/TyHN1ho-DeI/AAAAAAAABVQ/aE9dxjHX194/s220/TheAppleOfHisEye_w6629_300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/SM1mzp2jAxI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/P2CqMRH3kxA/s72-c/WannaJ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584437797756272108.post-5623490138411953869</id><published>2008-09-10T14:59:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T15:29:22.905-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Standoff at the Waterin' Horse Saloon</title><content type='html'>Historical Western Romance&lt;br /&gt;Short Story&lt;br /&gt;Rating: Sweet/Sensual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/SM1fYaVi2gI/AAAAAAAAAyg/nwr8cfDD2eo/s1600-h/standoff_wrp370_300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245954013947681282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/SM1fYaVi2gI/AAAAAAAAAyg/nwr8cfDD2eo/s320/standoff_wrp370_300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Standoff at the Waterin' Horse Saloon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridget Schneider has a few things to say to the cowboy who stole her heart over a year ago and never came back. Sneaking into the Waterin' Horse Saloon to confront him, the last thing she expects to find is Jonas Decker immersed in a bathtub in all his God-given glory. Her righteous indignation evaporates in the steam and heat of his naked chest and flirtatious smile—but she's not about to let her anger be hog-tied by sudden...distractions. Jonas might've stolen her heart, but she's sure as shootin' gonna get her pride back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;REVIEWS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;5 Angels and a Recommended Read from Fallen Angel Reviews!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245955009945990514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/SM1gSYuC9XI/AAAAAAAAAy4/ySnNf6kKL1k/s200/GoldenAngel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Standoff at the Waterin' Horse Saloon is laugh-out-loud funny and perfectly romantic. I smiled from the first word until the last. I loved this short story. This is a charming slice of life that I know I'll read again. Lively characters, vivid images and an amusing plot all make Standoff at the Waterin' Horse Saloon a great read. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~Reviewed by: Marlene, Fallen Angel Reviews&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245956084251929650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/SM1hQ60irDI/AAAAAAAAAzI/75bo0YuUpRg/s320/best+romance+book+of+2007+short+ebook+nomination.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow. This is such a cute, funny story. Stacy Dawn has managed to pack the pages full of action, humor and intensity. I found myself laughing out loud in the first paragraph and I didn't stop until the very last word!&lt;br /&gt;Any story that can hook you in a few paragraphs, create friends within a few pages and leave its imprint on your mind after so short a time deserves the praise. This one does all that and more! I will be keeping my eyes open for more wonderful works by Ms. Dawn!&lt;br /&gt;~Reviewed by Lily of The Long and Short of It Reviews&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;EXCERPT:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jonas Decker! You low-down-dirty-rotten..." The crash of Room 3's door as she flung it open, gave Bridgit Schneider a moment of pure satisfaction. The barrel of the gun pointed square between her eyes did not. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All sounds of the Waterin' Horse Saloon's barroom below the second floor landing muted beneath the ricocheted beats of her heart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fierce green eyes stared steadily at her for half an instant before widening in shock. "Bridget! What the hell are you doin' here, girl? I coulda shot your head off!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She clasped a hand to her throat as her eyes followed the lowered gun to a bare chest grazed with dark hair, which coursed down to disappear beneath steaming water. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe Izzy was right—I shoulda thought this through a bit better. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her gaze darted back up at the curses hissed out above the broad chest. Quick as lightening, Jonas holstered the gun in a thick, leather belt hanging off the chair next to the long, narrow wooden tub. With the same frantic momentum, he grabbed the brown cowboy hat from his head and slapped it onto the water between where his knees broke the surface and his chest drizzled with moisture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Available at &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thewildrosepress.com/index.php?main_page=index&amp;amp;manufacturers_id=16" target="_self"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Wild Rose Press&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584437797756272108-5623490138411953869?l=stacydawnebooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584437797756272108/posts/default/5623490138411953869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584437797756272108/posts/default/5623490138411953869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacydawnebooks.blogspot.com/2008/09/standoff-at-waterin-horse-saloon.html' title='Standoff at the Waterin&apos; Horse Saloon'/><author><name>Stacy Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935442033300204998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_C5ozp2GDvs/TyHN1ho-DeI/AAAAAAAABVQ/aE9dxjHX194/s220/TheAppleOfHisEye_w6629_300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/SM1fYaVi2gI/AAAAAAAAAyg/nwr8cfDD2eo/s72-c/standoff_wrp370_300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584437797756272108.post-859085423737274181</id><published>2008-09-09T14:53:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T15:28:47.210-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Disco Angel</title><content type='html'>Vintage 1970's Romance&lt;br /&gt;Short Story&lt;br /&gt;Rating: Sweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/SM1d_2PtlmI/AAAAAAAAAyY/Nvg_DJ9_r9k/s1600-h/discoangel_wrp376_300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245952492431054434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/SM1d_2PtlmI/AAAAAAAAAyY/Nvg_DJ9_r9k/s320/discoangel_wrp376_300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Disco Angel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bobby Hues has his eye on the Disco Angel jiving around Electric Nights Roller Disco. But what would Miss Spring Break 1976 and the foxiest chick he'd ever laid eyes on want with a lowly grease monkey like himself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer Benton's heart started racing the minute she rolled her broken down ride into Bobby's garage. When he gets a gig working at her favorite hang out, she thinks she has it made—but the quiet hunk still isn't talking. A little push on her part starts the wheels rolling—in the wrong direction. Now she has to figure out how to lose the wrong guy, and convince the right one she digs him enough to be his Disco Angel, forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;REVIEWS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you miss the seventies? Step back in time with Stacy Dawn and relive the days of disco, mirrored balls, Afros, and cheese weasels. Ms. Dawn captures the feeling of the times with a cute story of two individuals who have a hard time getting together. Take a few minutes, get back to disco fever with Summer and Bobby, and find out how a soft-spoken man can finally tell the girl of his dreams how he feels.&lt;br /&gt;~Reviewed by Judy Thomas, The Long and The Short of It&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;EXCERPT: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"Don't give me none of that crap. You been hangin' on her ever since she brought her ride into your old man's garage." Marty slapped Bobby on the shoulder before returning to the popcorn machine. "Don't think I don't know the reason you wanted me to get you this weekend gig."&lt;br /&gt;Bobby turned from the waft of thick, melted butter to stab a scoop into the ice box. "I needed the extra bread."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Riiight."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the soda machine to fill the cup, his gaze flipped up again and tagged along with the angel on wheels as she rounded the closest bend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer Benton was happenin' all right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her whole body swayed in perfect time to the music like some heavenly being. Colored lights bounced from muralled walls to dance a rainbow over shiny, feathered hair wisping out behind her. A delicate hand smoothed the long bangs from her face, giving him a good view of round green eyes. The mirrored disco ball above made them sparkle when they were open. But, he often saw her painted lashes flutter shut like now. Chin held up to the breeze created by her speed driven wheels, Summer's soft features held such a look of bliss, he wondered what she pictured in that pretty little head of hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Man, you got it bad."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pipe down already," Bobby grumbled. With a reluctant last look, he pulled his gaze away from Disco Angel to take the next order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was way out of his league anyway. What would a college senior and last year's Miss Spring Break 1976—not to mention the finest damn girl he'd ever laid eyes on—want with a grease monkey piece of nothin' like his father always called him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marty butted his shoulder. "If you're gonna make your move, you better do it soon before she flies off with the next cat that—uh, oh, too late."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Available at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thewildrosepress.com/index.php?main_page=index&amp;amp;manufacturers_id=16" target="_self"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Wild Rose Press&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584437797756272108-859085423737274181?l=stacydawnebooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584437797756272108/posts/default/859085423737274181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584437797756272108/posts/default/859085423737274181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacydawnebooks.blogspot.com/2008/09/disco-angel.html' title='Disco Angel'/><author><name>Stacy Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935442033300204998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_C5ozp2GDvs/TyHN1ho-DeI/AAAAAAAABVQ/aE9dxjHX194/s220/TheAppleOfHisEye_w6629_300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/SM1d_2PtlmI/AAAAAAAAAyY/Nvg_DJ9_r9k/s72-c/discoangel_wrp376_300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584437797756272108.post-290546932520115015</id><published>2008-09-08T13:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T09:03:03.676-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Floats</title><content type='html'>Contemporary Romance&lt;br /&gt;Novella&lt;br /&gt;Rating: Sweet/Sensual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/SM1aoPEZa7I/AAAAAAAAAyI/MOGogs_P1OM/s1600-h/LoveFloats_c107_300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245948788242738098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/SM1aoPEZa7I/AAAAAAAAAyI/MOGogs_P1OM/s320/LoveFloats_c107_300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love Floats&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Garden landscaper, Kelsey Ryan, is surprised to find her current client doesn't have any land. Yet the challenge isn't in creating a deck garden for his houseboat, but in keeping the hunky graphic artist from growing on her, especially when she thinks the garden is for his wedding day. Will a few marigolds and misunderstandings leave her matchless...or make her his first mate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;REVIEWS:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;5 Hearts from Night Owl Romance!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stacy Dawn has done it again! She is truly a talented author that knows how to entertain her readers each and every single time.  She had me laughing out loud with the crazy antics and thoughts of both Kelsey and Mitch.  This was a fun romantic read that you shouldn't pass up.  This is definitely a keeper in my librayry.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Reviewed by Diana Coyle, Night Owl Romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love Floats is an entertaining romance of miscommunication. Kelsey and Mitch are very attracted to each other, but with each step forward that Mitch attempts, Kelsey understandably throws up a barrier. This felt like a complete story with well developed characters. I truly enjoyed the romance between Kelsey and Mitch&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Reviewed by Katherine of Joyfully Reviewed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stacy Dawn's Love Floats is a story of miss understanding and laughter. Funny and light hearted it had me smiling and wishing to be part of the fun.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Reviewed by Rachel C.--Fallen Angel Reviews&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;EXCERPT:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are those days that just don't make sense from the moment you pry your eyes open in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is definitely one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelsey Ryan gaped at the boat. A rather large boat. A rather large houseboat. Not the blocky kind you rent for a week to cruise down one of the many lakes and rivers in Southern Ontario, but an honest-to-God house on a boat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though she'd never actually seen one before, she granted the concept wasn't an unusual phenomenon. No, the unusual part was the fact this was supposed to be her next design and landscaping job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kind of hard with no land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She dug into her jeans pocket, a few sediments of dirt tumbling over the side as she withdrew the paper from the worn denim. Kelsey shook her head. Yep, this was the right address though she shouldn't be surprised. Where her mother was involved, there was always a twist to reality, even if it was taking a message and leaving out a little—or large—watery detail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a tolerant chuckle, she grabbed measuring tape and her ever-present sketchbook from the inside door of the truck then headed down the dock. As she closed in on her destination, she couldn't help a hardy, "Ahoy there!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just a minute," a muffled voice called from within the russet-shingled home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shielding her eyes against the mid-afternoon sunshine, Kelsey contented herself with a glance out over Lake Ontario. Breeze-rippled waves reflected a kaleidoscope of shimmering lights on a couple larger boats while the small marina awaiting their return sang out a melody of clanking mast lines and seagull harmonies. She closed her eyes and let the wind's whimsical symphony fill her senses. Though she much preferred the feel of solid earth beneath her feet, this wouldn't be hard to get used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry about that. I was on the phone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about sensory overload. Even before turning, she heard the smile in the deep, rich voice. Viewing the actual amusement glittering out of sky blue eyes and the friendly grin broadening a firm jaw whooshed the air right out of her lungs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well blow me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pardon me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Crap. Did I say that out loud?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Available from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thewildrosepress.com/index.php?main_page=index&amp;amp;manufacturers_id=16&amp;amp;zenid=0b61c31741ab322f194e8076bf08b6e6"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Wild Rose Press&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also available within the anthology: &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/SM1a_A4gGII/AAAAAAAAAyQ/EmtXkBQ6SqM/s1600-h/Rosepetals.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245949179571738754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/SM1a_A4gGII/AAAAAAAAAyQ/EmtXkBQ6SqM/s320/Rosepetals.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rose Petals Volume 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584437797756272108-290546932520115015?l=stacydawnebooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584437797756272108/posts/default/290546932520115015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584437797756272108/posts/default/290546932520115015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacydawnebooks.blogspot.com/2008/09/love-floats.html' title='Love Floats'/><author><name>Stacy Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935442033300204998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_C5ozp2GDvs/TyHN1ho-DeI/AAAAAAAABVQ/aE9dxjHX194/s220/TheAppleOfHisEye_w6629_300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/SM1aoPEZa7I/AAAAAAAAAyI/MOGogs_P1OM/s72-c/LoveFloats_c107_300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584437797756272108.post-1463006724787198907</id><published>2008-09-06T13:12:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T10:34:23.833-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reindeer Games</title><content type='html'>Contemporary Holiday Romance&lt;br /&gt;Short Story&lt;br /&gt;Rating: Sweet/Sensual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Christmas in Noelle...where love and laughter are always at the top of Santa's list!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/SM1GXAJ7x2I/AAAAAAAAAx4/J_Rv2OD0Ftw/s1600-h/ReindeerGames_wrp98_300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245926501949097826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/SM1GXAJ7x2I/AAAAAAAAAx4/J_Rv2OD0Ftw/s320/ReindeerGames_wrp98_300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reindeer Games&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The annual Reindeer Games between the Holloran and the Nickles families is legendary in their little town of Noelle, Alberta. This year, however, the competition gets kicked up a notch when Jess Holloran discovers winning the games may just mean losing her heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;REVIEWS:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FROM THE LONG AND SHORT OF IT REVIEWS--4 1/2 BOOKS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need a break from all the hustle and bustle of the Christmas season? Only a few minutes to spare? Reindeer Games is the ideal escape. Short, sweet and light hearted, it will have the reader smiling and ready to take on the shopping crowds. My suggestion for Christmas fatigue - warm up a cup of tea and take 15 minutes to enjoy Stacy Dawn's Reindeer Games.&lt;br /&gt;~Reviewed by Magnolia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished reindeer games and I loved it. Very feel good, holiday tale.&lt;br /&gt;Awesome job&lt;br /&gt;signed,&lt;br /&gt;RG-a new fan :}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey I just finished Reindeer Games and adored it! Great, sweet Christmas romance!!&lt;br /&gt;-Shelli Stevens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished reading Reindeer Games! Great little read! Bravo, girl&lt;br /&gt;-Toni Sue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A beautiful look at how we can overlook love in the most familiar face. Great read from a great writer!&lt;br /&gt;~ Toni Nichols&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet, funny, and heartwarming, just like Christmas should be.&lt;br /&gt;~ Emma Sanders&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;EXCERPT:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally turned to address my adversary. "So, have you come to find out what I have in store for you this year when you lose?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now look who's getting ahead of themselves." Sea-green eyes sparkled in amusement as he shouldered off the graying wood to come inside. "Same rules?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Loser has to do it, no question, no argument." Not that we really needed the clarification, the confirmations were more a part of the ritual. I tapped a gloved finger on my chin. "Hmmm. I haven't put you in a dress yet."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the 'treetop' incident where Brent fell and broke his arm when we were nine, the Loser Deed no longer included daring feats. Fun humiliation, however, was completely within the rules. After what he put me through last year, I was aiming high on the humiliation meter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In mock seriousness, I studied him from the top of his black Stetson to the snow-covered tip of his boots. "I kinda liked that little number your sister wore the other night at the high school's Christmas Dance. You know, I think pink could really be your color."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laughed at the growl from low in his throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then again, I heard they still needed a Mrs. Claus for the children's party tomorrow. Maybe I'll call up Mrs. Willobee and tell her I have a volunteer who has no choice but to do it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I squealed as two thick arms shot out and grabbed me around the waist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Maybe this year I'll ask you for a kiss. That's something you haven't done yet."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Available Now from &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thewildrosepress.com/index.php?main_page=index&amp;amp;manufacturers_id=16" target="_self"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Wild Rose Press&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;More stories from the humorously eccentric town of Noelle, Alberta...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Click on a cover for more information&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://stacydawnebooks.blogspot.com/2008/09/reindeer-games.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://stacydawnebooks.blogspot.com/2008/09/christmas-on-parole.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n139/StacyDawn3/ChristmasOnParole_175.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://stacydawnebooks.blogspot.com/2008/11/cinderella-christmas.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n139/StacyDawn3/ACinderellaChristmas_w2352_120.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584437797756272108-1463006724787198907?l=stacydawnebooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584437797756272108/posts/default/1463006724787198907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584437797756272108/posts/default/1463006724787198907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacydawnebooks.blogspot.com/2008/09/reindeer-games.html' title='Reindeer Games'/><author><name>Stacy Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935442033300204998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_C5ozp2GDvs/TyHN1ho-DeI/AAAAAAAABVQ/aE9dxjHX194/s220/TheAppleOfHisEye_w6629_300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/SM1GXAJ7x2I/AAAAAAAAAx4/J_Rv2OD0Ftw/s72-c/ReindeerGames_wrp98_300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584437797756272108.post-3585716052734672180</id><published>2008-09-05T12:38:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T15:18:35.797-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheatin' Hearts</title><content type='html'>Contemporary Romance&lt;br /&gt;Short Story&lt;br /&gt;Rating: Sweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/SM0-gt_cMFI/AAAAAAAAAxw/UntNrrINWc8/s1600-h/CheatinHearts_wrp92_300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245917872778915922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/SM0-gt_cMFI/AAAAAAAAAxw/UntNrrINWc8/s320/CheatinHearts_wrp92_300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cheatin' Hearts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a mysterious Stetson plunked on her head leads Cara North to a chocolate-eyed cowboy, will she find true love or just another lyin' cheatin' heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;REVIEWS:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;5 AngelsFallen Angel !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stacy Dawn had me laughing and completely drawn into Cheatin' Hearts at the first page. Quite a feat when you consider the story is told in eleven pages. If you are looking for a light, quick romance, Cheatin' Hearts fits the bill. This is my first exposure to Stacy Dawn's writing, but if this in indicative of the entertainment to be had from her work; I will definitely be looking for more.&lt;br /&gt;~Reviewed at Fallen Angel Reviews by: Amanda S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheatin' Hearts is a feel-good, 1st person read that induced many smiles. A great stocking filler for those who love to read romance.&lt;br /&gt;~ Reviewed by Lovely Butterfly, Whipped Creme Reviews&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it! I laughed out loud at the husband's comments. It's so real and funny!&lt;br /&gt;~RJ Morris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stacy Dawn's writing can only be described as snappy and fun. Cheatin' Hearts takes the theme of a missing stetson and carries it as far as it can possibly go. Any reader will come away from this tale with a smile on her face. Great job, Stacy, thanks for giving us a cowboy we'd all like to take two-steppin'.&lt;br /&gt;~ Roni Adams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought (and read) both Reindeer Games and Cheatin Hearts today!!&lt;br /&gt;OMG, they're both GREAT!!!&lt;br /&gt;I particularly loved Cheatin Hearts!!! The tension is through the roof in that one even though it's only a few pages!!&lt;br /&gt;~Emma Sinclair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;EXCERPT:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O-o-okay, you weren't wearing that when you went to get the drinks."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setting down the chilled bottles on the Dusty Cowboy's worn tabletop, I gave my hips free reign to the little sways they insisted on doing to the George Strait classic crooning from the popular honky-tonk's jukebox. "It was the craziest thing. I had to cut through a corner of the dance floor on my way back and next thing I knew, I was half blinded by this thing." Using the lip of my long-neck, I tipped up the front of the newly acquired black Stetson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother-in-law Ray's thin hand reached out to grab up the other two bottles. "You mean someone just plunked it on your head?" He pushed the rounded green one in front of his wife who instantly went into gush mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Like an invitation! Oh Cara, I bet he's out there right now just waiting for you to find him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What? Like a reversed Cinderella's slipper or something?" Snorting, I swept down a quick swallow then used the burnished bottle to point at my sister Michelle's rounding belly. "If that's a girl in there, I hope you don't fill her head with all this frilly nonsense."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pink lips twisted along with the lid off her sparkling water. "You used to believe in it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, well. We all have to grow up sometime."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Available Now from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thewildrosepress.com/index.php?main_page=index&amp;amp;manufacturers_id=16" target="_self"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Wild Rose Press&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584437797756272108-3585716052734672180?l=stacydawnebooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584437797756272108/posts/default/3585716052734672180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584437797756272108/posts/default/3585716052734672180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacydawnebooks.blogspot.com/2008/09/cheatin-hearts.html' title='Cheatin&apos; Hearts'/><author><name>Stacy Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935442033300204998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_C5ozp2GDvs/TyHN1ho-DeI/AAAAAAAABVQ/aE9dxjHX194/s220/TheAppleOfHisEye_w6629_300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/SM0-gt_cMFI/AAAAAAAAAxw/UntNrrINWc8/s72-c/CheatinHearts_wrp92_300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584437797756272108.post-3059502762458891311</id><published>2008-09-04T12:31:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T15:18:12.719-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sold!</title><content type='html'>Contemporary Romance&lt;br /&gt;Short Story&lt;br /&gt;Rating: Sweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/SM08xcRot4I/AAAAAAAAAxo/0XAi6wd10Js/s1600-h/Sold_wrp47_300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245915961057916802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/SM08xcRot4I/AAAAAAAAAxo/0XAi6wd10Js/s320/Sold_wrp47_300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sold!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing around with ways to let a co-worker know she wants to share more than just 'the look' over the staffroom coffeemaker, a nervous newspaper employee inadvertently sends him a made-up classified ad. Will her colossal mistake put her in next week's gossip column or land her the best deal of her life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXCERPT:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, Diana."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I startled at the deep, rich timbre of my name spoken by the idol of my current fantasies. A few of the ads sailed to the floor as my shaky hand rose to return his wave. My eyes stayed with his tawny locks until they disappeared past my line of sight. Only then did I will my heart to stop racing and bend to pick up the wayward papers, which rustled incessantly between my twitching fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Startling easily, racing heart, twitchy fingers—maybe scaredy-cat isn't such a bad moniker after all," I snorted quietly to myself. &lt;em&gt;Scaredy-cat? Oh no! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I barely escaped knocking myself unconscious when I whipped my head out from under the desk to stare in horror at my computer. My errant hand not only knocked some of the notes sailing, it also slipped off the CANCEL button and instead, sent my e-mail sailing across cyberspace.&lt;br /&gt;I flashed my eyes over to Josh's desk. If there was any mercy in the universe, maybe I could get over there and cancel it before he got back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two steps on my quest and I collided against a solid wall of blue. Warm hands came up to steady me as my eyes re-focused on a strong, slightly stubbled jaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry 'bout that. Are you all right?" Josh's voice swam with amiable amusement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Available Now from &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thewildrosepress.com/index.php?main_page=index&amp;amp;manufacturers_id=16" target="_self"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Wild Rose Press&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584437797756272108-3059502762458891311?l=stacydawnebooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584437797756272108/posts/default/3059502762458891311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584437797756272108/posts/default/3059502762458891311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacydawnebooks.blogspot.com/2008/09/sold.html' title='Sold!'/><author><name>Stacy Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935442033300204998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_C5ozp2GDvs/TyHN1ho-DeI/AAAAAAAABVQ/aE9dxjHX194/s220/TheAppleOfHisEye_w6629_300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/SM08xcRot4I/AAAAAAAAAxo/0XAi6wd10Js/s72-c/Sold_wrp47_300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584437797756272108.post-5152817146142770017</id><published>2008-09-03T12:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T15:17:49.193-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Matching Fancy</title><content type='html'>Comtemporary Romance&lt;br /&gt;Short Story&lt;br /&gt;Rating: Sweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/SM07YYA_OoI/AAAAAAAAAxg/T2l5kSIzhpA/s1600-h/AMatchingFancy_wrp42_300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245914430905989762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/SM07YYA_OoI/AAAAAAAAAxg/T2l5kSIzhpA/s320/AMatchingFancy_wrp42_300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A Matching Fancy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At her niece's wedding, Margaret is convinced she's long past the excitement of young love. Can an outspoken guest with a matching fancy prove her wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;REVIEWS:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stacy, just wanted to drop you a note and tell you how much I LOVED your new short story A Matching Fancy. The twist at the end really caught me by surprise! You rock&lt;br /&gt;~T. Sue VerSteeg, author&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EXCERPT:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ah, the beauty of young love."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sighed comment came from a woman who joined me at the lace-trimmed dessert table. The empty space where my wedding ring had been seemed all the more significant as I turned to watch my niece and her new husband. Their smiles were only for each other as they floated across the dance floor in a world all their own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pang of longing flowed through me. A longing for lost youth, the thrill of new love, and the excitement that squeezes your chest so tight you can barely breathe. "Yes, I remember that feeling." Even I could hear the hint of wistfulness in my voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A barrage of laughter caught my attention and I turned to a group of men conversing in the far corner. Self-consciously, I tucked a stray hair behind my ear all too aware the auburn strands, once my best feature, now held the occasional wisp of gray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nonsense," she admonished. "There is no reason women our age can't be blissfully in love too." The gnome-like woman's wire-rimmed glasses rose as she squinted up at me in conviction. "The only difference is that we don't have time to mess around."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Available Now from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thewildrosepress.com/index.php?main_page=index&amp;amp;manufacturers_id=16" target="_self"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Wild Rose Press&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584437797756272108-5152817146142770017?l=stacydawnebooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584437797756272108/posts/default/5152817146142770017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584437797756272108/posts/default/5152817146142770017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacydawnebooks.blogspot.com/2008/09/matching-fancy.html' title='A Matching Fancy'/><author><name>Stacy Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935442033300204998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_C5ozp2GDvs/TyHN1ho-DeI/AAAAAAAABVQ/aE9dxjHX194/s220/TheAppleOfHisEye_w6629_300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/SM07YYA_OoI/AAAAAAAAAxg/T2l5kSIzhpA/s72-c/AMatchingFancy_wrp42_300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584437797756272108.post-7567704134391529544</id><published>2008-09-02T12:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T15:17:26.701-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Shadows of Moonlight</title><content type='html'>Contemporary Paranormal Romance&lt;br /&gt;Short Story&lt;br /&gt;Rating: Sensual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/SM05zeNaG6I/AAAAAAAAAxY/uwHwx5LYRqM/s1600-h/ShadowsOfMoonlight_wrp25_300.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245912697401908130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/SM05zeNaG6I/AAAAAAAAAxY/uwHwx5LYRqM/s320/ShadowsOfMoonlight_wrp25_300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shadows of Moonlight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the centuries, Rick Shayne has loved and lost the same woman four times. Her reappearance only deepens his guilt and he refuses to risk her life or his heart again. Liz Greyson isn't about to let him off that easy, but will her secret be his saving grace or cast him back into the shadows of moonlight forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;REVIEWS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A wonderful read! I was enraptured by Stacy Dawn's tale of eternal love.&lt;br /&gt;~ Tonya May&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://secured.thewildrosepress.com/catalog/index.php?main_page=product_info&amp;amp;cPath=79&amp;amp;products_id=229"&gt;SHADOWS OF MOONLIGHT&lt;/a&gt;, by Stacy Dawn is a thought provoking beautiful tale of eternal love that transcends time and prevails over challenging odds. It's a quick read, not only because it's a short story, but also because you won't be able to stop until you reach the end. Check it out. It's not your typical paranormal.&lt;br /&gt;~Lee Morrison, author&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;EXCERPT:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"Excuse me but…don't I know you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a heavy sigh, Rick turned. The woman's eyes glowed in their indigo depths as she searched her mind for an answer only he knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, she did know him. She had known him forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, no I'm sorry. You must have mistaken me for someone else."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her delicate brows knit together. "I was so sure."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The silken skin of her cheek filled his hand before he realized his own intentions. So warm, so vibrant, so alive, he knew he wouldn't survive if he lost her again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep regret squeezed his heart. He had no choice. He had to let her go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rick bent his head close to her ear. His senses flared when her exquisite scent mingled with the heat of their skin not quite touching. With great effort, he forced back emotions long concealed within his abandoned heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Forget, my love," he whispered. "Forget." With a last caress, a last look, he let his hand drop and turned to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Forget what?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The soft-spoken words thundered in Rick's ears. He whipped his head around, brows furrowed in disbelief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She simply stood staring at him, her innocent face marred by the confusion of knowledge just out of reach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One exquisite arm extended towards him. "Merrick wait!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The slam of the gallery door behind him silenced her plea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one had ever withstood the influenced of his subtle command. Ever. And no one called him by his given name. No one even knew it—no one except Her. Each of them had known. And each of them had died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Available Now from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thewildrosepress.com/index.php?main_page=index&amp;amp;manufacturers_id=16" target="_self"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Wild Rose Press&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584437797756272108-7567704134391529544?l=stacydawnebooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584437797756272108/posts/default/7567704134391529544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584437797756272108/posts/default/7567704134391529544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacydawnebooks.blogspot.com/2008/09/shadows-of-moonlight.html' title='Shadows of Moonlight'/><author><name>Stacy Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03935442033300204998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_C5ozp2GDvs/TyHN1ho-DeI/AAAAAAAABVQ/aE9dxjHX194/s220/TheAppleOfHisEye_w6629_300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/SM05zeNaG6I/AAAAAAAAAxY/uwHwx5LYRqM/s72-c/ShadowsOfMoonlight_wrp25_300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584437797756272108.post-5008392261554064608</id><published>2008-09-01T12:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T15:16:45.352-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Theory of Love</title><content type='html'>Contemporary Romance&lt;br /&gt;Short Story&lt;br /&gt;Rating: Sweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/SM02oDqRY_I/AAAAAAAAAxM/4mb-Ib2jXRA/s1600-h/TheTheoryOfLove_wrp14_300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245909202761769970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/SM02oDqRY_I/AAAAAAAAAxM/4mb-Ib2jXRA/s320/TheTheoryOfLove_wrp14_300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Theory of Love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abbey's doubts about her friend's sparks and fireworks theory only grow when a set-up date turns into a no-show dud. Vowing never to let her friend set her up again, the last thing she expects is a jean-clad dancing plant putting the theory to the test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;REVIEWS: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;A charming and witty story, The Theory of Love is an absolute enjoyable read. Stacy Dawn's contemporary voice is full of wonderful humor and thoroughly entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;~ Peggy Ann Craig, author&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a wonderful story. It's so easy to relate to Abby and super easy to see why she falls head over heels for Jim. Who wouldn't?! If you want to spend ten minutes or so, smiling, then dive into THE THEORY OF LOVE! I anxiously await Ms. Dawn's next story.&lt;br /&gt;~ Lora Darling, author&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;EXCERPT:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Watch out, coming through." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The deep male voice came two seconds before the freezer door smashed against my head. Choking back the cheddar and a few unladylike words, I raised a hand to the new dent behind my left ear and slammed the door shut. The soda bottle nearly fell from my other hand at the sight of a denim-clad tree dancing around the kitchen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Figuring I must have been hit harder than I thought, I shook my head and took a second look.&lt;br /&gt;Through the branches of a very large houseplant, I glimpsed a shock of dark blond hair, firm jaw line, and a forest green dress shirt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew, I wasn't delusional after all. When the weight of the vegetated monstrosity thunked onto the floor and my assailant emerged from behind the bush, I quickly retracted the thought in hopes I could stay in my fantasy world. Surely, this had to be a mirage. 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