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The end of October/beginning of November is a big deal in my house because it’s Halloween (Yay!) and my birthday (double Yay!!). And this year was a milestone birthday, so I may have ordered a drink as big as my head to celebrate. As I said to a friend,  “I am now officially on the backside of a century.” So I was kinda busy! Halloween is my favorite holiday, and my kids and I have certain traditions that we do every year. The first is going to the store at the beginning of October so they can choose their costumes. They always go in there knowing exactly what they want to get—they’ve been thinking about it for eleven months—and then they come out with something completely different! My son was adamant he was going to be scary this year, like a werewolf or a killer clown. Instead, he came home with a S.W.A.T uniform because he liked the handcuffs.   And my daughter always falls in love with something pretty and glittery. Me? When I was growing up, I always...

Hey All! I'm just popping in to let you know that  THE SONS OF GREGOR MACLEOD e-books are on SALE!!  Just $2.99 each!  Here's your chance to catch up on the series or to start at the beginning before the  July 30th release of HIGHLAND CAPTIVE!   🎉 🎉 **Sale Ends July 2nd** Amazon:  https://amzn.to/2SYdQmF Barnes & Noble:  http://bit.ly/2FQ10mj iBooks:  http://bit.ly/TSOGM Google Play:  http://bit.ly/320RmGW Kobo:  http://bit.ly/2XJsiVD * * * Coming July 30th SHE'D SAVED HIS SON. COULD SHE SAVE HIM AS WELL? Laird Gavin MacKinnon is a changed man—and not for the better. Even since his young son, Ewan, disappeared two years ago, Gavin has grown callous and bitter. Scouring the countryside, his search leads him to a mysterious woman who maintains the boy is hers. He decides to take them both and ask questions later. Deirdre MacIntyre will go with the brooding laird if ...

How many of you have friends that go waaaaaaay back? So far back that when you look at pictures of the two of you, you can’t believe you were ever that young (or that thin). Your hairstyles and the clothes you’re wearing make you laugh (or groan—it was the 80’s, after all), but you love the happy, carefree smiles on your faces. :) Well, I have one of those friends, and she visited me today—all the way from Spain. Trina and I first met in Mrs. Lang’s grade three class when we were eight years old. We lived in a small, northern city called Prince George surrounded by wilderness—and bears. Lots of bears. Winter meant snow piled high against our windows and summer meant trips down south to warmer climes or camping lake-side in tent trailers.  At eighteen we bought rucksacks and two plane tickets Down Under and we backpacked together throughout New Zealand and Australia—me with my pasty-white skin, slathering on sunscreen, and her turning a beautiful golden brown. The...