To My Husband–Happy Fortieth Anniversary–Where Has the Time Gone???



Happy fortieth anniversary to us! What did we know back then–we were just kids! Would we ever have believed all the changes in our lives or in the world at that time? I don’t think so. We’ve traveled so many roads since then, some sad and filled with loss, but many, many more filled with love and wonderful adventures. I thank God for the years we’ve spent together and pray for many more together as best friends.

We’ve been fortunate enough to have daughters and grandsons and wonderful sons-in-law that we are incredibly proud of who have been the joys of our lives. They mean so much to us and our lives would have so much less without them.


If my husband had promised me that he would show me the world when I married him, in my wildest dreams, I would never have believed him. I was a Tracy girl born and bred, and lived there for the first 56 years of my life. I never dreamed that the next phase of my life would be so exciting. We have been fortunate to travel to so many exciting places that I can still hardly believe we’ve been there. When I was in high school, traveling to Hawaii seemed like traveling to the moon to me.  So you can imagine why traveling to exotic places seems so surreal to me.


The past forty years have been a wild ride and I know that God has blessed me with a wonderful husband, a fabulous family, and the opportunity to have the time to do what I love best–travel and write. Thank you, Steve, for a wonderful forty years and a wonderful life. Happy anniversary, my love!

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Jessica Jefferson is here today’s Thursday Threads talking about her latest, COMPROMISING MISS TISDALE.



Title: Compromising Miss Tisdale

Author: Jessica Jefferson

Genre: Historical Romance, Regency

Heal Level: Sensual

Ambrosia Tisdale is the very picture of propriety and the epitome of what a respectable young lady should be.  Haunted by a memory and compelled by her family, she pursues perfection to a fault.

The Earl of Bristol, Duncan Maddox, has returned to London after years of familial imposed exile.  As the second son, he has led a life filled with frivolity, leisure, and a healthy dose of debauchery.  Now his older brother has died, leaving the family’s flailing legacy in Duncan’s unwilling arms.

At the behest of his uncle, Duncan is advised to do the one thing that could provide instant fortune and respectability—he must marry.  But there is only one prospect who meets the unique requirements to solve all the Earl’s problems—the lovely Miss Ambrosia Tisdale.  But securing the prudent daughter of a Viscount’s hand proves to be more challenging than this scandal-ridden second son of an Earl has bargained for.

With scandal, extortion, treachery, and even love itself threatening to keep him from his goal, will Duncan succeed or find himself compromised by Miss Tisdale?


She had stumbled upon the library.  A fire in the hearth threw a faint glow over leather lined volumes that filled floor to ceiling book shelves.   Lavishly upholstered plush arm chairs sat upon Aubusson rugs scattered throughout the room.  A settee was positioned across from a giant stone faced fireplace where a shirtless man sat warming his hands.

Shirtless man?

Ambrosia blinked.

 Certainly, her eyes were playing tricks on her. 

Then the shirtless man turned his head, his eyes meeting hers.  

It wasn’t a hallucination-he was real.   She hadn’t been expecting to find a partially dressed man, and he obviously wasn’t expecting to be found.   It was but a moment before the man’s expression began to soften and a wicked smile slowly crept across his lips. 

 A smile that stole the breath right from out of her. 

 Every gently bred fiber in her body screamed to turn around and run straight out the door.  Hundreds of years of proper English rearing had produced a base instinct to flee when in the presence of an unknown male (especially one with so little clothing).  But then he stood up, cautiously, the way one does as if not to startle a deer.  Standing, he was clad in nothing but buckskin breeches, the dim light from the flames playing over the sculpted muscles and sinew of his shoulders and chest. 

Breeding be damned, her feet simply refused to budge.

Author Bio and Links:

Jessica Jefferson makes her home in northern Indiana, or as she likes to think of it – almost Chicago. Jess is heavily inspired by classic sweeping, historical romance novels, but aims to take those key emotional elements and inject a fresh blend of quick dialogue and comedy.  She invites you to visit her at jessicajefferson.com and read more of her random romance musings.

Fall in love with romance again . . .


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Compromising Miss Tisdale available now on Amazon!  Taming Miss Tisdale coming Spring 2014 from Soul Mate Publishing!


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. . . “For he who is least among you–he is the greatest.” Luke 9:48 NIV An excerpt from LIFE OF A BABY BOOMER



The top picture is of Steve’s mom Mary and Steve. The picture below is Steve’s brother Bill and Steve.

Here is another excerpt from my husband’s book, LIFE OF A BABY BOOMER. I have always admired my husband’s abilities to overcome many childhood hardships and sometimes I like to share them because I know many people who have experienced their own childhood traumas and have overcome them through their faith and the strength of the human spirit. This one’s for you all.

Excerpt from LIFE OF A BABY BOOMER by Steve Stinnett:

We had no sooner settled into our new home in Compton, when I had to learn how to adjust to having a stepfather, and, having never had a real father, I found this a challenge which quickly turned into a brand new terror. Also, at the age of four, I entered kindergarten at Henry Wordsworth Longfellow Elementary School and my journey on the short bus began.

When I left my grandparents’ house, I felt least among the least living in the house with my mother and my new stepfather. It is often said that eighty percent of all families are dysfunctional. I have to say with all humility that I believe my family was in the top ten percent.

At this time, I sensed that someone above was looking out for me when I felt most vulnerable and frightened. In time of trouble, someone wrapped invisible arms around me when I was most scared. I knew there was a power much greater than me, although it was something I was too young to understand yet.

Weekends were the worst time for me. My brother would leave me alone with my parents when he went to visit our dad. Of course I was never allowed to visit my dad, even though I never really understood why. On Saturday nights, I’d hear the argument between my mother and stepfather grow louder the more my stepfather drank.

When I heard the slaps from my stepfather and the cries from my mother, terror crept across my back and then snuck into my small chest,  making it hard for me to breathe. I imagined myself rushing into the kitchen and bravely saving my mother, but I was only four years old. Each time I heard my mother fall to the floor, it felt like I was the one being knocked down.

Pressed up tight against the bedroom wall, the fear I felt nearly convulsed me with terror until I felt a hand, a gentle hand like my grandpa’s hand, a carpenter’s hand, touch my heart and tell me to be still. Then the slaps and cries faded away and I knew things would be all right. I was surrounded by a love that I didn’t quite understand, but I wrapped my arms around myself and rocked myself to sleep, comforted.


If you’re interested in reading more, Steve’s book can be purchased on Amazon Kindle as well as B & N’s Nook.

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Today on Thursday Threads I have that awesome author, S. C. Mitchell.



Today I am so excited to have Steve Mitchell on Thursday Threads.  I am a sucker for the paranormal and this author is a great writer who can make the pages sizzle!

Title: Son of Thunder

Genre: Paranormal Romance

Heat: Sizzling


The son of the Thunder God, Thor, has a lot to live up to…and no time for love.



The man looked like a god. Then again, he was one. . .

Jord Thorson was a god– the son of Thor, the Norse God of Thunder. In his search to find his missing father, Jord seeks out the mortal, Meghan Larson, who is in possession of his only clue–Megingjörð, Thor’s magical belt of power.

But when the belt decides to take matters into its own hands, locking itself around Meghan’s waist, Jord and Meghan are plunged into the middle of a massive conflict that rages across the heavens.

Giants, magical artifacts, and a golden city in the clouds weren’t exactly what Meghan Larson expected when that amazing belt arrived at her museum. Now Megingjörð is stuck around her waist and talking to her in her head. She’s got to be dreaming, but with the wonders around her and hunky Jord Thorson at her side, Meghan’s not sure she wants to wake up.



The rainbow ended on a street that appeared to be paved with silver stones. Jord pulled up to the first building, a tall tower of a structure. As he turned off the cycle Meghan jumped from the seat and swatted his shoulder.

“You might have warned me a bit, about what to expect.” Her heart was still racing, but now that her feet appeared to be on solid ground again she felt herself calming down.

“Be honest.” He smiled at her. “Would you have believed me if I’d told you?”

Had anything that had happened to her lately been believable?

“No,” she admitted.

“Jord!” A husky voice called from the doorway of the building. “Welcome home.”

A large man in blue jeans and a black t-shirt with an ornate sword belt strapped around his waist leaned on the doorpost of the tower entrance. He had short blond hair and a very full beard. The sword at his side had to be almost four feet long. He was smiling and waving.

“Heimie.” Jord went to take his outstretched hand. “Any news of my father?”

“None that I’ve heard,” Heimie replied. “Your grandfather has been looking for you though. Maybe he has some news I haven’t heard.”

“There isn’t anything you haven’t heard, Heimie.” He patted the man on the shoulder.

The man then looked a Meghan, raising one of his eyebrows. “And what do we have here?”

Jord turned to her. “Heimie, meet Meghan Larson. Meghan this is Heimdall, guardian of Bifrost, the Rainbow Bridge. He’s kind of like the TSA at airports.”

“Welcome, Meghan Larson,” Heimdall said. “Welcome to Asgaard.”



You can purchase Son of Thunder at:  http://www.amazon.com/Son-Thunder-Heavenly-Series-ebook/dp/B00BJ64GPY

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Today I have the awesome author, Tina Susedik, here on Thursday Threads


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Whew! Hot, hot, hot! Author, Tina Susedik, is here to share a little of her latest novel, RIDING FOR LOVE, a great read when you’re curled up by the fireplace.

Title: Riding for Love

Genre: Contemporary Mystery

One Line Hook: Can a man who is afraid of horses learn to ride to re-establish a relationship with an old flame? Love, Loss, Redemption

Heat: Sizzling


Excerpt:  “Hi, sweetheart,” Rose said, ruffling his hair before going to the refrigerator for a glass of lemonade.

He jumped and slapped a hand to his chest. “Geez, Mom, you scared the daylights out of me.” He set the brochure down and picked up an envelope. “What are you doing home? I thought you were going out with friends tonight.”

Rose sat down on the opposite her son. “I did, but Tom had to get back early and the others had family obligations. Tonight is the last night at the ranch for a youth group from Milwaukee.” She reached over and slid the brochure across the table. “It’s a group of teenagers learning to ride and care for horses to teach them alternative ways to channel anger. Eve developed the program this year.”

“Wow, I’m impressed.”

“You should be,” Rose commented, flipping through the pamphlet filled with photos of the cabins, lodge, barn, and horses on trail rides. “Eve’s worked very hard to make the ranch a success. Every year she comes up with another way to help others relax and have fun. Last year was the first year for winter activities.” She folded the brochure and pressed it smooth. “Have you been out there yet?”

Denton opened the envelope and slipped out a sheet of paper. “No, I’ve been too busy at work. Besides, I don’t think Eve would appreciate me just showing up.”

“Why? She’s so proud of what she’s accomplished.” Rose peered at her son. “You never did tell me what happened when you went to dinner with her. Is she still mad?”

Running a hand over his face, he huffed out a breath. “I guess that would be a good way of putting it, although mad seems too light a word. I explained about Marie, and she seemed to understand what happened, but, after all these years, she’s still angry with me.”

“There could be a good reason.”

“Yeah, like what?”

Rose reached across the table to stop his shredding the sheet of paper he was holding. “Could be she still has feelings for you. Do you still care for her?”

“What’s that got to do with anything?”

“Just answer your mother, Denton Johansen.”

“I never lost my feelings for her.” He pushed the paper away and tapped his fingers on the table. “She said she never had closure. Well, neither did I. One week, I’m home enjoying time with her and next, I’m married to someone else.” He raked his fingers through his hair again. “Now she’s ignoring me. I’m probably beating my head against the wall. I’ve called, written, sent flowers.”

“Hmm . . .”

Lord, he hated it when his mother got that tone in her voice. She didn’t have to say one word, just utter “hmm” like she knew something he didn’t and he would ultimately pay for it. “Hmm, what?”

“What happened when you went to dinner with Eve?”

“We met, had a drink, talked about old times, etc., etc.”

Rose chuckled. “Oh, I’m sure much more than that happened for you to be this upset.” She held up a hand to stop a reply. “Don’t say you’re concerned about the lawsuit. I’m your mother. You’re a problem solver and taking care of the embezzlement was more than work for you.” Rose rested her chin in her hand and stared at her son. “It’s solving the problem of Eve making you discombobulated.”

Denton pushed the piece of paper toward his mother.

“What’s this?”

He smiled nervously, stood, and paced the length of the kitchen, stove to refrigerator and back again. “Part of a plan to get close to Eve.” He finally settled his backside against the stove, folding his arms over his chest in defiance.

Rose dropped the paper on the table. “Are you crazy? You can’t possibly do this.”

“Desperate times call for desperate measures.”

Rose stood and placed a hand on his cheek. “But this is a little drastic, isn’t it? Are you so keen on getting her back you’d go this far?”

“Mom, I need to find out if what we had as teenagers can be resurrected.” Denton wrapped his arms around his mother and held her close so she wouldn’t notice the tears in his eyes. “I’ve missed Eve for ten years and will do anything to win her back. Anything.”

“But, dear, how are you going to be able to get through two weeks of riding lessons? Aren’t you still afraid of horses?”

He laughed, hoping to ease the trip in his heart at the thought of spending fourteen days on the back of one of those giant creatures. But fourteen days spent in Eve’s company sent his heart tripping faster. “Nope.”

Rose leaned back. She squinted at him.

“Nope, not afraid.” His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down, and he refrained from wiping sweat from his upper lip. “More like petrified, horrified, scared stiff.”

“Well, you should be, considering what happened the last time you rode one,” Rose said, leaving Denton’s arms and picking up the confirmation for his stay at the ranch.

“Mom, that was twenty years ago. I need to overcome my fear of horses to spend some time with her, hopefully break through the wall she’s built against me,” Denton replied, trying to convince himself as much as his mother.

Rose shook her head and patted her son on the shoulder. “Well, you have only three weeks to convince that to your shaking hands, my dear boy.”


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