This is what happens when I tell my dog, “I love you.”

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She looks at me with canine warmth in her gaze.
That’s what Shelties do. They say a whole lot with their eyes.

My brother’s 180 pound Irish Wolfhound expresses love in a different way.
He wants to plant his huuuuge furry butt beside yours and lean ever so gently against you.
Here he is with my nephew, who is over 6 feet tall and looks like a pipsqueak next to the dog.

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This Irish Wolfhound always wears his heart on his chest. See?
I hope you’re squished by lots of love this month, too.

Hugs,
Lynn K.

 

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Walking is my favorite exercise, but exploring the local trails isn’t for the meek.
Halfway into the walk, you realize the footpaths are rocky and unstable.
The squirrels are nasty little things that throw nuts at you.
And then you see something like this:

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The forest goes quiet. You feel a hundred glass lenses pointed at you.
You wonder if the pinpoint of heat on your chest is a laser beam.
A hollow metal click echoes in the chilly air.
Did someone just load a revolver?

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“Don’t shoot. I write romance novels.”
A harsh snicker bounces off the frozen trees.
You remember that you have a weapon in your coat pocket.
Slowly, you place your sole means of survival on a log and back away.

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The tension dissipates like steam from a tea kettle.
The trees loosen their stiff posture and begin to sway in the breeze.
You hear someone search for a fork in the decrepit barn at the crest of the path.
You pause, not sure you can abandon the scrumptious loaf of lemon zucchini bread.
But then you run like an Olympic sprinter down the trail and stop near an old maple tree.
The zucchini bread is too good to abandon. You turn around and return to the old hollow log.

There are no footprints near the log except the ones I left behind.
The bread is gone.

 

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In honor of 2017, I’m attempting to do 17 new things.
My first “new thing” was to cook a Julia Child recipe.
I looked for something simple and found her Roasted Chicken recipe.
The list of ingredients included sliced lemons and LOTS of onion, carrots, and celery.

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I’m not the fastest chopper in the world, so dicing the vegetables took a while.
Luckily, I had The College Kid at home, who conquered the diced onions.
The assembly of the roast was fairly simple. Le voila:

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We popped that bird in the oven and wondered what to serve as a side dish.
Green beans and bacon seemed like a good idea, because bacon.

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When the roast chicken emerged from the oven, I felt a huge sense of satisfaction.
The meat tasted divine and the gravy was better than a glass of expensive wine.

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 And yes, I poured that gravy into a glass and took a gulp. Fantastic!
This recipe required a lot of preparation, but all that work was worth it.
Makes sense, really. The more time we spend on something, the better the result.

A good lesson for the beginning of 2017.

Happy New Year!
Love,
Lynn

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Wishing you a very, merry Christmas.

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I’m need one thing for Christmas…

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I must say that I’m obsessed with these mini-villages.
I stop every time I see one in a department store.

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Must be a fun job to design these miniature Christmas villages.
Maybe it’s almost as fun as writing romance novels!

Happy decorating!

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Would it be wrong to put this guy in my bedroom?
And keep him there all year long?

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The first book in my new trilogy is on sale, now!

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She avoids men like him.
He needs a woman like her.
One lie changes everything….

Gabriel Antonov is a mechanic who can fix anything, even a woman’s hesitance. His talents have earned him the well-deserved reputation as a player, but when a routine one-night stand goes wrong, he’s haunted by what he’s done. Nothing can free him from those depraved memories, until he meets Leigh Nelson.

Leigh avoids strong, silent types like Gabe, who is stronger and quieter than most guys. The only man she’s focused on is her father, who is suffering from a devastating health crisis. She’ll do anything to help him, even at the cost of ignoring her own well-being, but the stress is getting to her. Gabe’s strength is tough to resist, and his silence might be hiding a crushing secret only she can understand.

He can’t outrun his gut-deep craving for her. Problem is, she’s running from him. When they’re marooned in his lakeside cabin, he might finally catch her…if he can admit why he’s falling apart without her.

On sale for $2.99 at Amazon, iBooks, Kobo, and for every ebook device.

To see more about the book, watch this:

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I. Must. Buy. Snowmen.
I. Need. More. Snowmen.

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There is room on my shelves for more snowmen…

 

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I’ve found a friend who likes to take long walks.
I like to take long walks, too.
I try to go 5 miles a day.
Or more.

This is where we walk:

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It’s beautiful, particularly now.
It’s also cold right now.
And getting colder.

Which means:

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I hope your mug is full of hot chocolate. 🙂

Hugs,
Lynn K.

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