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Fun Friday: Omens That Foretell Good Luck @KMNbooks @SandraSookoo

IrishDo you really believe a four-leaf clover will bring you luck; or if you see a penny and pick it up, you’ll have good luck all day? How many of you have a St. Christopher medal in your car? Maybe you wear a talisman of some sort or perhaps it is simply a lucky shirt. Many people believe in charms and their magical properties of luck and protection. Whatever it may be, you are not alone. Below are a few omens and good luck charms that may not be familiar to you.

Never disturb the swallow’s nest for they are wise birds and will take note of your behavior. They will either give you a reprimand or perhaps if they think you are worthy, grant you a kindness.

If you happen to find the back tooth of a horse, you should carry it with you as long as you live, for you will never want for moCheerful Horseney. Remember you have to find it by chance. You cannot give it to someone else for the charm will be broken.

If your palm itches, you will be coming into a sum of money; it the elbow itches, you will be changing beds.

If you see two magpies on the left hand when on a journey is unlucky but if you see two on the right it is a good omen.

If you hear the cuckoo on your right hand you will have luck all the year.

To throw a slipper after a party (this is when you are going home) is good luck.

cinderellaIf you have breakfast by candlelight on Christmas morning you will have good luck.

A four-leaf clover represents God’s Grace; therefore, good luck.

A white clover is held in high esteem by the Celts of Wales. It is thought to ward off evil spirits.

Druids held the four-leaf clover in high regard considering them good luck.

It is very good luck to have a hen and her chickens stray into your house.

It is good luck to meet a white lamb in the early part of the morning. The sunlight must be shining on its face.

If you find a purse made from weasel’s skin, you will never be without money.

A cricket in the house is good luck. If you kill it, all the other crickets will come into your house and eat your clothes.

That’s all I have for now. Here’s wishing you have good luck in all you do!


About the Author: Karen Michelle Nutt resides in California with her husband, three fascinating children, and houseful of demanding pets. Jack, her Chihuahua/Yorkshire terrier is her writing buddy and sits long hours with her at the computer.

Her new passion is creating book covers for Western Trail Blazers and Rebecca J. Vickery Publishing. In her spare time, she reviews books for PNR-Paranormal Romance Reviews.

Whether your reading fancy is paranormal, historical or time travel, all her stories capture the rich array of emotions that accompany the most fabulous human phenomena—falling in love.

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Front Porch Saturday: Don’t Fence Me In?

February 19, 2015 at 9:30 AM.

I try to walk my dogs every day. They enjoy getting out and taking in the sights and I relish the exercise and fresh air; however, this winter season is the true north of the definition…icy, chilly, the coldest season.

Yesterday, at negative ten we didn’t walk and my Sheltie exhibited HD tendencies. Today, it’s a solid one degree the sun is shining, with a slight breeze, so I smeared face cream on and bundled up.

The girls danced around, even in their harnesses. Hooked up to their extend-a-leashes we set out.


I stayed on the sidewalks and headed toward my favorite part of the neighborhood beginning at Sandstone. The colorful houses are a throw back to the days when front porches were popular and detailing made the home unique and curb friendly. I believe, in Midwest, this is the only area with the upsurge of new homes having the classic Craftsman style and I love them.

Trotting along, trying to work off calories I gazed into the windows trying to see how people decorated close to million dollars homes. My Sheltie took off, pulling the reins, then our little rescue joined the fray and jerked off my feet I landed on a hard ice-covered snow bank.

Growls, barking, and tugging on the reins continued as I tried to sit up, but I kept slipping on the ice. The leases had clicked out of their hold position and the dogs had a couple feet of freedom and they loved it.

A large Doberman galloped toward my little dogs. In addition to the noise, my defenders footwork would have impressed a boxer-in-the-ring. My pets’ guard techniques didn’t detour the enormous dog as it took up most of the sidewalk. Its tail was not wagging.

I rolled over into the street and jumped up, then started reeling-in my pets, while commanding them to come. They weren’t buying it and continued to snarl, bark and growl.

“Katie!” Finally, the sourpuss faced owner, wearing flannel pajamas, came out and addressed the situation. Her dog dominated the sidewalk, snarling with mammoth teeth.

Katie didn’t respond, instead romped closer to my weak-assed stance in the street.

My dogs flanked me and I limped home. They seemed quite proud of themselves, almost noble, as they walked.

I’m all for letting a dog have freedom. I don’t agree with cages, but when a person lives in a neighborhood where there are children and older adults using the sidewalks, or people riding bikes on the streets, secure your pet.

We live on a lake and as much as I hated to create a fence I wanted my pets to be safe and the neighbors to not have to worry about my dogs going into their yards. Be a good citizen, take care of your pets and have consideration for your neighbors.

As I’m finishing this blog for Saturday, I’m in pain, with a sore back, two aching hips and a grapefruit-sized bruise on my left knee.

While not a fan of electric fences, I sure wish Katie’s lazy owner had installed one or at least put her on a leash so she’d stay in her yard instead of attacking my pets.



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Forget FSOG, Fatal Pursuits has the sex and mind games but in a Regency setting

Hello gang! It’s been quite a while since I last updated the blog. Quite frankly, I’ve forgotten about it and even wonder if there’s a readership, but on the off chance there are some intrepid followers out there, I’ll try to make an effort.

Today, I’m thrilled to announce a new release. It’s Regency era erotica written under my pen name of Mary Alice Williamson. Yup, it’s really me, and since the closing of a publisher where I’d written Regency era erotica under that name closed, I decided to come clean (ha, clean and erotica in the same sentence!) and just own the books. I’m not ashamed.

Anyway, here’s the blurb and a very hot excerpt (R rated, so if you’re squeamish or not into that look away)

Blurb: Everyone makes mistakes. Some can be fatal.

Miss Sophie Henricker might take on male clients and spend time in their beds for trade, but she dreams of writing improvement books for a London publisher. Except, she’s fallen in love with Graham, a man she shouldn’t want.

The Honorable Graham Cranfield is bored with his life. A rake and a third son, he has nothing but time and money on his hands. He wants exclusive rights to Sophie and her lush body. When she declines with words of retirement and he doesn’t offer marriage, she leaves. He’s alone and rejected—and he doesn’t care for it.

The pursuit begins. With pretty words and charming wiles, Graham chases her through the English countryside and back to London. Passion follows, and every time the sex is better, but the danger grows. The more Sophie flees, the more he chases. There’s nowhere she can run that he won’t find her. Yet the needs of her body are too great to ignore, and when Graham comes up to scratch, she’s more than trapped. The only way out is through a dark path even Sophie fears to tread.

Adult rated excerpt:

A sharp pinch to her arse yanked her from her thoughts. “I rather like my women to be in the moment when I’m pleasuring them,” he said with annoyance riding every word. “Especially since you are the only woman I’m doing such things to at the moment.”
“I apologize.” She met his gaze. “You have all my attention, Graham.” He always would until the day she died. “My body is yours to command.”

“That’s better.” He flicked the tip of his tongue over her swollen button. “How should I take you tonight?”

“The possibilities are limitless.” She didn’t protest when he urged one of her legs onto his shoulder, opening herself further for his devouring. “The chair the last time we were together was most satisfying.”

FatalPursuits_Final“Mmm.” The word vibrated against her tingling flesh. “Let me think about it.” He slid two fingers into her passage without warning and grunted when a gasp of surprise left her lips. “Those sounds you make haunt my dreams, Portia.”

She moved her hips in time to his finger-fucking. As he increased his rhythm, she threaded her fingers through his hair and encouraged him to continue his torment. “Well, you do know all my secrets.” Except of her heart.

Graham rewarded her by sucking her nub into his mouth.

Sophie moaned. Stars danced behind her closed eyelids. He was particularly skilled with tongue and teeth. “Yes.” She hissed the word while delicious, hot pressure filled her core.

Over and over he sucked at her button, rubbed his tongue over it then released it only to nip it with his teeth. The cycle left her shaking with desire and wet with need. He worked her with both fingers and mouth, and then he’d pull slightly away, blowing on the flesh he just tormented. Cold chills invaded her skin, a direct contrast to the heated moisture seeping from her channel the longer he claimed her pussy. He stretched her by adding a third finger, and she moaned. Graham had never done that before.

“Finish me.” She bumped her hips against his hand.

“Not yet. I want to hear you scream my name.” He wrapped his free hand around her hip, keeping her still. “Tell me I’m the best lover you’ve had.” His fingers were a blur. Deeper and deeper he delved, and every time he’d hit that certain spot on her vaginal wall that made her want to leap right out of her skin.

Instinct took over and pleasure became her guide. Sophie ceased to think and instead chased the release that dangled just outside of reach. She squirmed in his grasp, both holding him close and attempting to pull away from the exquisite torment he gave her.

In the end, she wasn’t strong enough. She never was, and she surrendered. The building pressure broke, first in little waves of bliss that shot contractions through her pussy, then growing in strength.

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Thanks for reading. I hope you’ll pick up this hot little number and I hope it’ll make you tingle!


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Front Porch Saturday: Gym Rats by Jennifer Wilck

Just like every other resolution-making hopeful in January, my daughter and I joined a gym. I hate gyms. I always feel intimidated by the people who are in better shape than I am, can lift heavier weights than I can or just know what they’re doing more than I do. So my gym memberships are notoriously short.

But she wanted to join to get in better shape and I didn’t want to discourage that. Since she’s thirteen, she needed an adult to join with her. That was me.

I have to say, it’s been a lot better than I expected. She’s a lot of fun to be around and having a gym buddy gave me more confidence. The equipment has been fun to use and there’s a satisfaction in knowing I’m doing something healthy. Plus, it gets me out of the house, which is good for a writer!

Of course, being me, there are plenty of things to laugh about. Like how it took us three or four times using the 30-minute circuit to figure out we’d missed 15 minutes of it. And the treadmill stops short when it thinks you don’t have a heartbeat (which is a good safety measure), only I DO have one, it just can’t find it because I have low blood pressure and really, really cold hands. Or the bald guy who used the cleanser meant to sanitize the equipment on his bald head.

The gym is a judgment-free zone, but I think I’m going to get a lot of fodder for my books. There are signs all over that basically say I can’t point and laugh. But they say nothing about writing about them!

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Front Porch Saturday: Shopping Bag Addict by jj Keller

Green planet. Grow organic. Repurpose. Recycle. This is my mantra.

Stores began promoting using your own bag or buying one of their bags instead of using a throw-away-plastic bag. Granted most people recycle the plastic bags, but some end up in landfills…forever.

I began buying a variety of the thin, poly, bags, selecting bold colors and clever logos. Regardless of the purpose (market, gift, carryout, etc.) an attractive bag makes a statement.

However, the thin bags didn’t hold up to leakage. Some of my can goods often broke through the fabric. If the carrier wasn’t full, the edges would flop and my carrots ended up touching the trunk pelt. I know what’s been in the boot and did not want my consumables mixing with the germs.

As a result of the failures to perform, I purchased canvas bags. The first spillage I rejoiced in the fact I could wash the bag and reuse it. It shrank. I didn’t use the dryer, but hung the canvas in the laundry room. It’s difficult to fit very many items in my new Barbie-sized bag.

I began looking at the labels for manufacture location, content, and durability. From my hands on research, I’ve found Trader Joes has quality reusable bags, which are beautiful. In addition, Vera Bradley (local to Fort Wayne, IN) had gorgeous containers that hold up to the can goods and fresh produce.

I’d like to give a spring issued Vera Bradley bag to one lucky winner. Just make a comment or LIKE the blog and you’ll be entered.

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Thank you and happy spring.

jj Keller
Fantasies with spice and humor.

Jewel Heist, Kensington Press

The Valkyrie and the Marine, The Wild Rose Press
Pippa’s Rescue and Memory of Love


Dark Sun He’s almost an angel and she’s pure temptation.

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Front Porch Saturday: Santa’s on Hiatus

My sons are about five years apart in age. Therefore, not a lot of mystery exists for my youngest, Joseph. Perhaps it’s my fault…at the time I didn’t prevent sharing or teach my sons not all of their thoughts should leave their heads.


The time? When my eldest, Justin, discovered or stopped believing, in the magic of Santa Claus and shared with his five-year-old brother.


It was a busy time in my life, working two jobs, one as an aerobics instructor (I’ll talk about this in another blog) and at a university. I’d always dreamed of taking hiatus, wanting that brief time from work, and talked about it –a lot.


Believing in the spirit of Christmas is important to me, so we created many holiday traditions. When they were boys, they believed in Santa and we posted their carefully created wish list to Santa at the North Pole. Sometimes we went to the mall, or a fundraiser event like the Festival of Trees and Lights, or a current charity celebration, and my guys whispered their wishes to Santa.


And then the atmosphere in our house changed, disbelief twisted more of a chill than the icy storms outside. Joseph had just started school and talked to his classmates about this impossibility. His polling provided mixed results: some believed some did not…all at the age of five.


The idea that my baby didn’t believe in the magic of Christmas, made my heart hurt. I started retelling stories, The Gift of the Magi.; how a wreath was used as an advent of hope for Christ; and how evergreen trees were thought to keep away evil, ghost, spirits, and illness. Evergreen boughs were a symbol of everlasting life and the Viking believed they were created for the sun god Balder. Devout Christians brought decorated trees into their homes in the 16th century, adding candles for light.


A small spark occurred, Justin stopped playing video games and started listening.


We looked on the map for the possible site of Santa’s workshop at the North Pole. Justin gave his input using longitude and latitude logic. Joseph grew intrigued, wanting to believe…yet remaining a skeptic.


That night Rudolph and the classic Yes, Virginia There is a Santa Claus came onto a major network and more doubts were put aside.


I read a Golden Book, The Little Drummer Boy. He learned about Madelon, a shepherdess, who witnessed the three wise men and their expensive gifts, but she didn’t have any means of getting a gift. An angel witnessed her sorrow and through the snow had a white winter rose with pink tipped petals grow. Madelon presented this gift as valuable because it was pure and made of love. There it was, sparking clear in his dark brown eyes, hope.


Which led us into a discussion about the Christmas Angels and their songs to the Shepherds and then to a local Marine sponsored “toys for tots”.


After putting the gifts in the box, Joseph looked at his brother. “What do you think?”


Justin took a moment, smiled and replied, “We’re helping Santa ’cause he’s on hiatus.”


Joseph believed for a little longer, and to this day some of the traditions continue.


Believing in miracles!



jj Keller
Fantasies with spice and humor.

Jewel Heist, Kensington Press

The Valkyrie and the Marine, The Wild Rose Press
Pippa’s Rescue and Memory of Love


Dark Sun He’s almost an angel and she’s pure temptation.

Trade Agreement LASR Best Book.
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There was a Bigfoot and then he did something magical…

Hello kids! I’ve got a new Christmas novel out this year called Nurturing That Spark. Here’s a little snippet:

Her laughter held a soft, throaty edge. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think the Abe Martin people spiked that punch they handed out before caroling began.”

“Funny, but it’s not the punch affecting me.” He looked into her face. The reddened cheeks, the lips curved upward into a grin, her dark, sparling eyes that held a hint of gold flecks all enticed him, encouraged him to take the next step.

Should he?

Could he?

Dare he kiss her?

He drifted closer. “Morgan, it might seem fast and sudden, but all I can think about right now is ki–” A crash nearby, behind the tree line, interrupted his thought.

She startled and turned in that direction, her eyes big and wide. “What was that?”

“I don’t know. Maybe a deer is moving around in the brush.” He took a deep breath and let it ease out. That was a close call. Maybe it was better this way.

“How do you know it’s a deer?” Morgan took a few steps backward and out of his arms. “It could be a bear or a wolf or a giraffe. You don’t know.”

NuturingThatSparkCoverArt72dpiHow he adored her sense of humor. He laughed and the sound echoed in the silence, followed by more crashing in the trees. “Yeah, giraffes are a big problem in southern Indiana in the winter.”

A frown pulled at her delicious mouth. “You know what I mean. About the bears or wolves though. Possibly giraffes was a bad example.”

“Don’t worry. Both aren’t anxious to make Indiana their home. Though there might be coyotes around.” He snickered and couldn’t resist baiting her. “I wouldn’t put it past a bigfoot or two to take a stroll through the woods at this time of night. They’re supposedly real attracted to singing. Last summer, the team from BFRO was out here.”

“What’s that?”

“Bigfoot Research Organization. Cool, quirky people. Never did sight one of the bi-peds, but they claim to have heard howls and wood knocks.” A smile pulled at his mouth.

“Seriously?” The outcry rang on the shivery air. Her whole body tensed as if preparing to flee. She glanced back and forth with big eyes. “Let’s go back. Right now.”

“It’s all right. I was kidding about the bigfoots, but some folks adamantly believe they exist. Me, I’ll reserve judgment until I actually see one.”

“And then what, share the forest with them?”

He shrugged. “Why not? The world’s big enough for everyone.” Carter closed the distance between them. He slid his arms around her waist, and when she didn’t pull away, he held her more comfortably in his embrace. “I’m sorry. It was a dirty trick. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“I’m not scared.” Her insistence didn’t hold water since she shook with nerves.

This time he did dare. “Is that right,” he murmured seconds before he gently pressed his lips to hers. The warmth and velvety softness of her mouth welcomed him home and he happily applied himself to the kiss. When she stirred and made a soft little sound at the back of her throat, he broke contact though he held her gaze. “How about now?” His voice sounded as breathless as hers had been earlier.

“Terrified.” She looped her arms around his shoulders and tugged him closer. “However, it’s probably nice to do something that scares us every day to become stronger, right?”

Carter grinned as his pulse soared and his body warmed. She hadn’t rejected him. “Absolutely.” For the first time since Jace was born, he gave himself over to the art of kissing a woman. Morgan fit in his arms as if she were made just for him. She neither pushed for greater intimacy nor did she deny him the access if he tried for it. He kept the embrace simple, uncomplicated, cozy. They didn’t need to find out all of each other’s secrets right this second.

Here’s the blurb: Bad stuff happens. Love makes it bearable.

All Morgan Davidson wants is a chance to reconnect with her fifteen-year-old niece – sans digital dependency. She books a cabin for Christmas week in rural southern Indiana, but contracting a case of the warm fuzzies for a handsome ranger isn’t part of the plan.

Carter Poole, single dad and park ranger, has simple tastes. He’s not on Facebook, doesn’t let his five-year-old son play video games and spends a lot of time outdoors. When he’s sent out to investigate mysterious tracks, he meets Morgan and a spark ignites between them. He invites her to share the holiday with him and his son.

Between teenage angst, emotional drama and second-guessing, Morgan and Carter manage to steal a few moments alone. When his son goes missing on Christmas Eve, the world narrows and they realize what matters most — family. The more mismatched the better.

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I hope you’ll check out this book. Merry Christmas!


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Front Porch Saturday: Gratitude, by Jennifer Wilck

I rarely write “What Am I Thankful For” blogs. It’s not that I’m not thankful for things, I am. But trotting them out on turkey day seems forced. I am very aware of how lucky I am and give thanks frequently. Usually in private, often in synagogue, sometimes even to the people who need to hear (yeah, I need to get better at that part).

My mother-in-law loves going around the table on Thanksgiving and saying what we’re thankful for that year. Again, it’s not my favorite part of the holiday, but I’ve gotten around my own discomfort by having my kids and I make a paper turkey, cutting out a paper feather for each person attending the dinner and asking each person to anonymously write their blessings on the feather. Then we shuffle them up and read them out loud, trying to identify who wrote what. It’s fun and makes it sound a little less forced, at least to my ears (and thanks to my friend, Donna, who started this tradition with her family and shared it with mine.).

But this time, my blog is scheduled for right after Thanksgiving, and it seems weird, even to me, to not write about what I’m thankful for. So, with a writing twist, here goes:

  1. I’m thankful for my readers, who enjoy my books and blogs and who are so supportive of my efforts.
  2. I’m thankful for my family, who are my biggest fans and remind me how important following my dream is, even when I forget.
  3. I’m thankful for my blog partners, for giving me things to think about and for becoming great friends.
  4. I’m thankful for my fellow Rebel and NJRW writers, who provide a wonderful, supportive community.
  5. I’m thankful for my critique partners, who make me a better writer, and never fail to be kind.

Wishing you much gratitude, now and every day. Happy Thanksgiving!


Fun Friday: Eight Easy Editing Tips by Karen Michelle Nutt @KMNbooks #writing tips

You’ve written the next best seller and it’s time to submit it to a publisher. You want your story error free, but let’s face it, no matter how perfect your story reads, the editor still finds ways to improve your work. However, you do want the manuscript as clean of errors as possible. Every writer needs to be an editor and with these easy steps, you’re on your way.

  1. Editing is easier if you use a hard copy. If at all possible, print out your story. Mistakes and overused words will jump off the page.
  2. Remove your favorite repetitive words or phrases. If you’re anything like I am, I tend to take one word or phrase and overuse it. In one story, I had my hero running his hand through his hair so many times, he should have been bald by the end of the story. Be ruthless and delete those overused phrases!
  3. Use a pen or pencil to cut out long sections that go nowhere and add nothing to forward the momentum of the story. Remember you can always add back anything you cross out if you truly believe you must.
  4. Remove adverbs and adjectives. Make those lazy nouns and verbs do most of the work. I hate to tell you this, but there’s no elementary school teacher to give you a gold star for the more adverbs and adjectives you use.
  5. Try editing your work from a different location. If you write at your desk, then edit while sitting on your patio sipping a cold iced drink. A different location will stimulate your mind.
  6. Check first words of consecutive paragraphs. Try to avoid having every sentence start with he or she. Repetitive use of names is annoying, too. Check for overuse of first names, especially in dialogue. Repetition of names will cause the story to drag.
  7. Read your story aloud. This will help you hear mistakes your eyes have missed. I tend to drop words like ‘a’ and ‘the’. I use speech to text on my computer to read the story to me. Make sure your sentences are structurally sound and make sure you use the same verb tense and voice throughout your story.
  8. Rest your eyes. Take a break after a section so your eyes can rest. You can’t spot mistakes if your eyes are tired.

I hope these simple steps help you edit your next story. If you have any useful pointers, I’d love to hear them.


author pic Karen and Jack_2014_2 IMG_2596About the Author:
Karen Michelle Nutt resides in California with her husband, three fascinating children, and houseful of demanding pets. Jack, her Chorkie, is her writing buddy and sits long hours with her at the computer.

When she’s not time traveling, fighting outlaws, or otherworldly creatures, she creates pre-made book covers to order at Gillian’s Book Covers, “Judge Your Book By Its Cover”. You can also check out her published cover art designs at Western Trail Blazer and Rebecca J. Vickery Publishing.

Whether your reading fancy is paranormal, historical or time travel, all her stories capture the rich array of emotions that accompany the most fabulous human phenomena—falling in love.

Visit the author at her Website Blog / Gillian’s Book Covers, “Judge Your Book By Its Cover” Facebook / TwitterPinterest / Amazon Author Page


Winner from my Snarkology Halloween Hop post…

is Phaedra Seabolt!

I’ll email you for your address today.

Thank you to everyone who came out and participated. No doubt there will be other giveaways up for grabs through the remainder of the holidays :-)


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