Maggie Wells-Margaret Ethridge
Love Without Limits
There’s so much happening in 2018 and I cannot wait to share it with all of you!
My word for the year in 2018 is BOLD. I’m going to try to live my life more boldly in the New Year.
How about you? If you had to pick one word to encapsulate your 2018 ambitions, what would it be?
The greatest gift is friendship. Thank you for being my friends.
I feel like the richest woman in Bedford Falls.
Wishing you all the joys of the season, and nothing but wonderful things in the New Year!
I’ve created a reading challenge for us to start in the new year!
As some of you may know, I’m named for my grandmother, Margaret (famous for hula dancing with Don Ho at the Polynesian Palace).
They called her Grady, and there was little Grady loved more than a good game of BINGO. Don’t get me wrong, Lawrence Welk and Miller High Life (the champagne of bottle beers) were right up there, but Grady loved to play some bingo.
So, I thought in 2018, we could play some book bingo!
You in? Click to download this PDF version of the game card, and play along. I’ll make only one rule and a vague promise:
Rule: the book must be read in 2018. No counting previously read material.
Promise: The first person to BINGO will get a bookish prize. The first to cover their card will get an even better bookish prize.
Sound like fun? Start scouring your TBR lists!
ETA: I realized that Something Sporty was on there twice. I created an alternative grid if people want something…less sporty…click here. But, if you want to stick with the original, you can read both Love Game and Play For Keeps and have them covered! Just sayin’…
This time of year, I’m always focused on what I want to accomplish next year. The list is always fairly lengthy. I won’t get to everything, but I will complete some things. As I get older, I find that accomplishing some things is more than enough. The things I don’t get done will shift to the following year’s list, and life will go on.
Patience is one of life’s great lessons. I haven’t mastered it, but I am learning to embrace it. I’m also learning how to let things go. This year, I plan to carry over my list of anti-resolutions. Remember these?
Stop showing and telling everything to everyone.
Stop comparing yourself to others.
Stop worrying about what others think of you.
Stop waiting.
Stop doubting.
Stop being a stranger.
Stop feeling sorry for yourself.
Stop standing in your own way.
Stop feeling guilty.
Stop thinking money creates value.
Stop feeling obligated.
Stop saying yes all the time
Stop thinking everything is a competition.
Stop trying to be like everyone else.
Stop thinking you have to get it right on the first try.
I’ve discovered that the list of things I plan to stop doing is the very definition of a work in progress. Some days I’m better at them than others.
In 2018, I’m giving myself a different kind of gift: permission to give up.
Not writing, or my day job, or anything important. But the time has come for me to put some conscious effort into quitting things that do not make me feel good.
Almost seven years ago, I quit smoking. Now, just because I list that here, don’t think for one minute I didn’t love smoking. I did. I just didn’t like the way smoking made me feel. So, I screwed up my determination and quit.
This year, I plan to give up some other things that don’t make me feel good. The first I plan to attack will be my social media habit.
No, I won’t be disappearing entirely, but I will be limiting the time I spend absorbing other people’s thoughts and opinions.
I will be around to post pictures and chat about life in general, but I’m going to start sticking to topics of polite conversation: the weather, health, and…books.
How about you? Do you plan to be a quitter in 2018? What baggage will you be ditching?
It’s the season of giving. I hope to dedicate my blog posts this month to sharing some treats with you!
My fellow Lyrical Press author, Kari Lemor, has a new release this week. Check it out:
Fatal Evidence
Kari Lemor
What you don’t know can get you killed . . .
Construction company owner Scott Holland doesn’t go looking for trouble, but he’s just stumbled on plenty. The rundown mill he’s bought is plagued with mysterious incidents, and his investment partner, heiress Heather Silva, is as stubborn as she is intriguing. Dumped by his ex because of his blue-collar job, Scott is wary of Heather’s privileged background. Yet he’s drawn to her independence and strength, especially as the “accidents” grow more terrifying.
Determined to succeed without anyone’s help—especially her wealthy parents—Heather clashes with Scott again and again. But a grisly discovery makes them both targets. Someone wants Heather and Scott silenced for good. And as a killer closes in, the only option is to trust each other—or become the next victims…
Early Praise for Fatal Evidence:
“Fatal Evidence is fun and flirtatious, the characters are nicely developed and the story is engaging. Lemor has brought happily-ever-afters and laughter into the hearts of readers.” ~ RT Book Reviews
“Fatal Evidence has the right amount of everything I love in a book: mystery, suspense, intrigue, sexual chemistry, family drama and great friendships. Throw in an heiress turned real estate agent trying to get out from under her rich family and her entitled role and add a blue-collared construction worker with a chip on his shoulder and it’s perfect. …Enjoyed all the books in this series so far and loved the hint at the next to follow.” ~ Carolyn’s Book Reviews
“Lemor once again incorporates humor, romance and suspense to make this novel another must read!” ~ Goodreads
Excerpt:
“Hold still,” he scolded and pulled her tighter to his chest. “Now listen up while I give you the run down on the condos up here.”
He walked around the space as if he wasn’t carrying a full-grown woman in his arms. Damn impressive. The pectoral muscles beneath her hand weren’t too shabby either. Continuing on with his description, he seemed to not even realize she was there. At the windows, he set her down and stood behind her looking out, pointing to certain landmarks in the small mill town that you could see from here.
He had been affected by carrying her. The erection digging into her back was evidence enough. Good to know. Not that she wanted anything to happen. They were business partners now. They had to be professional.
“Ready to go?” His gravelly voice sent goose pimples crawling across her arms, and she rubbed them.
“Cold? You should have worn a warmer coat. You’ve lived in New England all your life. You should know April can be chilly. Plus the heat hasn’t been on in this building for years.”
“I’m fine,” she lied. The cold wasn’t getting to her. It was him and his annoyingly sexy presence. She wouldn’t tell him though.
“I’ll make sure to let you know when the permit comes through. If I don’t have it by next week, I’ll call and check on it.”
“Perfect, but remember I’m in on this too. If you need me to do anything, you only need to ask.”
“I will.” His sexy smile was back as he glanced up and down her body. “Ready for your ride down.”
“You don’t have to carry me. I’m fine walking.”
“And killing yourself by falling down three flights of stairs. Then where does my funding for this project go?”
“You already have access. You don’t need me.”
“Stealing from a dead woman, though. That just seems…wrong.”
The chuckle escaped before she could stop it. He seriously had a warped sense of humor at times. Moving closer, he placed his hand on her hip.
At her indignant look, he said, “You could always ride piggyback if you don’t like me carrying you.”
Scanning her slim skirt, she scoffed. “A piggyback ride? In this?”
“You could hike up the skirt then jump on.”
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
His eyebrows went up and down. “Very much.”
Closing her eyes, she sighed then held out her arms. “Fine, come get me, my prince. Rescue me from the dangerous crumbling castle.”
Scott sidled closer then ran his hands down her hips. One hand continued down her leg until it slipped under. His other hand caressed her back then he scooped her up in his arms. She wrapped her arms around his neck and held on as he trotted back down three flights of stairs. At the bottom he didn’t release her right away. And for some reason she didn’t tell him to.
His eyes roamed over her from head to toe and lingered on those heels. Slowly, he allowed her feet to slide to the floor, her body rubbing against his hardness, sending fluttering sensations through her blood stream. As her shoes touched the ground, he leaned in close, his manly smell assaulting her nostrils. Inhaling the scent, she waited for his next words.
His breath drifted across her cheek. “Next time, you should think about wearing a sensible pair of shoes.”
Buy Links:
Check out the other books in the Love on the Line series:
Wild Card Undercover: http://www.kensingtonbooks.com/book.aspx/34406
Running Target: http://www.kensingtonbooks.com/book.aspx/34984
Follow Kari on social media:
https://www.facebook.com/Karilemorauthor
https://www.pinterest.com/karilemor/
An attitude of gratitude. I hope you all know how very grateful I am for your support and encouragement. Lord knows, I probably don’t say it often enough, but I am. Writers write the stories they want to tell, but when we connect with at least one other person…that’s golden.
So, in case I haven’t said it lately, THANK YOU.
I appreciate you more than words can say. And I have a lot of words at my disposal. 🙂
This holiday season, I am taking part in the Attitude of Gratitude giveaway sponsored by my beloved Brinda Berry.
Brinda has gathered nearly fifty authors and we are GIVING AWAY books as a way of showing our gratitude for our readers. This is a great way to discover new-to-you authors, so don’t miss out!
<3 Mags
There’s a phrase that gets tossed around Romancelandia that really raises my hackles. No, it’s not ‘bodice ripper’. I can laugh that idiocy off because it’s only used by people who don’t know (or want to know) any better.
No, this is a term that people use to differentiate those books who leave the bedroom door open during sex scenes from those who close the door and fade to black when things start to get intimate.
The label that makes me cringe is: Clean romance.
*shudders*
Just typing it makes my fingers curl. Why? Not because I want to see every detail of all the action on the page, but because it implies that sex between two competent, consenting adults is somehow dirty.
Sex is not dirty.
People who enjoy sex are not morally corrupt.
Women are not required to be ‘in love’ to enjoy sex.
Now, I have no issue with not having the sexytimes spelled out for me on the page (though I admit, I am usually a bit disappointed, particularly if I am way into the couple). But don’t dress one kind of book up as Snow White, and the other as Cinderslut.
I read a lot of romance. I know the high heat level in many of our books is shocking to those who don’t regularly read the genre.
But for the love of Happily Ever After, we do not need to start labels that imply that one depiction of love is good and wholesome, and the other depraved or shameful.
Sex is not dirty.
People who enjoy sex are not morally corrupt.
Women are not required to be ‘in love’ to enjoy sex.
All that is required for a story to be considered romance is a central love story and a happy ending.
Let’s keep it that way.
It’s my birthday, and I have something very special to share with you!
No, it’s not cake. But, if I had cake, I’d share it with you. I think this is even better than cake. No, wait, strike that. I can’t say that. But I can say it’s every bit as delicious as cake.
You want a taste?
Are you ready?
Are you sure?
Gah! I can’t wait anymore! Look! Look at the prettiness!
I am so in love with this cover and CANNOT WAIT to share Millie and Ty’s story with you all! Here’s the scoop on PLAY FOR KEEPS:
Mixing business and pleasure is a dangerous game…
Tyrell Ransom, the new men’s basketball coach, is ready to whip his team into shape and start winning some games. But when compromising photos of his soon-to-be-ex-wife with one of his players go viral, everything comes crashing down. With reporters thick on the ground, Ty and his team need some serious damage control―now.
When public relations guru Millie Jenkins arrives in her leopard-print cape to save the day, things reallyheat up… Soon they’re going to have to work double time to keep their white-hot chemistry out of the headlines.
Available April 3, 2018 from Sourcebooks Casablanca
Pre-order your mass market paperback now!
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Or, ask your local bookseller to order a copy for you!
ISBN #978-1492651529
It’s my birthday week! Yay!
Okay, it doesn’t really mean much other than I get to use it as an excuse to eat stuff and say, “Hey, it’s my birthday week!” but I plan to use it.
In case you were looking for an update on our trip to New York City, Julie Evelyn Joyce covered it here. It’s pretty comprehensive and I really don’t have much to add, since she ganked most of my pictures for it. So much fun.
Fodder got me a special present for my birthday. Apparently, I’m hard to shop for when it comes to anything beyond and Amazon gift card (and I really don’t understand why he feels compelled to go beyond them, but anyhoo…), but he came across something on eBay and knew I had to have it.
He was right.
Meet my 1976 Smith Corona Super G, Ghia
She’s a super sporty portable manual brought to life by Karmann Ghia designers Alejandro do Tomaso and Tom Tjaarda. Not only is she in great working condition, but she is still sleek and beautiful. Even the carrying case is racy!
So, yeah, if this novelist bit doesn’t pan out, I can always fall back on writing poetry in parks, like we saw last weekend.
I just need to brush up on my poetry skills…and stop rhyming things with Nantucket…
Have a great week, everyone. Eat cake and blame it on me!
Oh! And I’m participating in a multi-author contest this week! Join me, Brinda Berry, Juno Rushdan, and Aliza Mann for a chance to win prizes from each author and be entered to win a $50 amazon gift card!
She spent the weekend in the city that never sleeps, and is too tired to put together coherent thoughts…
I’ll just say I had a wonderful time, saw many great things, and we laughed a lot.
