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We've had a real swing in temperatures where I live, from minus five Fahrenheit to the fifties. Fifties, in February. Just wrong.
Even so, every time there's been even a little hint of rising temps, I walk past the windows thinking the same thought every time--can I open them now?
I'm not alone. The geese, which shouldn't have been arriving for another month, are back. I heard sandhill cranes last week. Bet they had fun cracking their beaks on frozen water.
Every time we've had heat waves in winter before, it's been a sucked-in breath, a rise of hope, an almost--before nature cries "April Fools" and runs giggling back down into single digits.
But today's the day. Today it's forty-six, going for a high of fifty-five. Not much different than those spurts of heat in February except for one thing--today it smells like spring.
Today I've thrown open the window to happy, not bitter, chirps of birds basking in the sunlight that's almost warm. Today nature isn't going to cry "April Fools".
Optimism. That, and caffeine, get me through the winter :)
My book is up for preorder!
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A fairytale romance with a twist.
THE WRONGED DAUGHTER
Cinderella hungers to escape from under Widow Wikkid's grinding thumb. But to snare a plum job at Prince Industries, Cin desperately needs her degree, and she can't wrap her mind around tax accounting.
Then scarred but sexy Rafe Montoya ignites her imagination with his brilliant tutoring—and, as they work together in his cozy apartment, he sets her body on fire. She thinks he's the one for her, until he starts pushing her to attend Gideon Prince's marriage-mart ball.
THE HANDSOME PRINCE
Rafe is really Gideon Prince, head of Prince Industries. He must name his bride by his April first birthday or suffer the loss of his family fortune.
Rumors say he's still single because women love his money and looks, not him. Is he lonely or just another duplicitous tycoon?
THE GLASS SLIPPER TEST
Hopefuls flock to Prince's birthday ball, but only the woman who is kind, wise, and generous will win his heart. Is it Cin, or will her stepmother, as she always does, snatch the prize for her own daughters?
And on the night of the ball, when Cin discovers Rafe’s true identity, can she even accept his final test?
Warning: Rags-to-riches fairytale meets the texting generation. Stepsisters who are a blush-brush shy of a full makeup set, and a ball gown built like a tank. Contains material intended for mature audiences. Reader discretion advised.
For anyone who has ever been persecuted or hidden their light under a bushel.