Be My Guest: Susan Horsnell


I’m delighted to welcome Aussie author Susan Horsnell to my corner of the world today. She’s here to tell us about her new book WHEN EAGLES SOAR.

When Eagles Soar

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My name is Kyan Miller and I have the ability to change into an Eagle and soar above the Earth.

Yep, you heard right – an Eagle.

A curse placed on the family in 1626 resulted in all the male members of my family having this unusual ability from the age of sixteen.

I work for the Government in Covert Operations. I can obtain information other operatives cannot. This mission is one of my most dangerous to date. The US is being flooded by Cocaine from South America and the Governments of these two countries are working together to put a stop to it. They have been receiving valuable intel from two US operatives. Until …. one operative is found dead. The other is missing – Analia Rogers has neither been seen nor heard from for three days, we don’t know if she is dead or alive. I have been sent into the Alvarez family’s drug compound to find answers.

I’m on an inflexible deadline, in three days’ time, the compound will be blown to smithereens but there are details the Governments aren’t aware of which could place their forces in danger. Can I get the word out in time to prevent them from being slaughtered?

What I find inside the compound has my anger soaring to nuclear levels.

Am I in time?

Is there anything I can do?

And, who has betrayed us?

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EXCERPT

The small café is located on a side street away from the center of town and prying eyes. A bell tinkles as I step through the door from the bright exterior to the dimly lit interior. I give my eyes a moment to adjust and spot my friend and handler seated at a table tucked away in the back corner.

“Señor?” (Sir) A pretty girl with flowing black hair and piercing blue eyes greets me.

“Do you speak English?” My Spanish is perfect as is my Russian, French, Mandarin and German but I prefer to converse in my native language.

“Yes.”

“Excellent. I have a friend waiting here.” I indicate the back table. “Can you please bring me a black coffee and the menu for lunch?”

“Si, Señor.”

The girl hurried away, and I weaved through the tables toward my handler. He stood, and we shook hands before sitting.

“As prompt as ever, Kyan.”

“Would you accept me any other way, Carson?”

Carson remains quiet while a coffee is placed in front of me and the girl hands us each a menu. It takes only moments for us both to request the Paella and the girl again leaves us alone. I sip at my steaming hot brew.

“Did you look through the folder?” Carson inquires.

“Yes, and I headed up this morning to check the area. I had another look at the information before coming here. I’m guessing you want me inside the compound?”

“Yes, but not for the reasons you think.” Carson hands me a USB which I tuck into the pocket of my jeans. “This one will be tricky but I know you have the ability to pull it off. In fact, you’re the only one who can.”

“You have me intrigued.” I sip at my coffee and lean back as a plate of Paella is placed on the table in front of me. Taking the fork in my hand, I scoop up a generous amount and transfer it into my mouth. The food, as always in these South American countries, is superb. Carson is studying me closely.

“What?”

He places his fork down, wipes his mouth on the snowy white napkin and sits back in his chair. “I’m worried about this one, Kyan.”

Carson Vaughan, my friend and handler for the past six years is a tall, distinguished looking gentleman in his early sixties. He’s been at his job for over thirty years and if he says he’s worried about a job, operatives should be scared shitless, which is what I am now. I have never known the man to show the slightest concern, let alone worry. He was Dad’s handler before he became mine and my father insists Carson is the best and coolest-headed man in the business. I lay down my fork and sit back in the chair, my appetite is now non-existent.

“Fuck.”

“Fuck, indeed.”

“Tell me what is going on, Carson.”

He indicates my pocket. “It’s all on there. You know I can’t force you to accept a job, but if you don’t take this one, we’re up shit creek with no boat – feed for the Caiman’s and I lose two operatives.” Carson stands and I rise with him.

We shake hands and he strides from the café. I sit back down and proceed to play with my food, deep in thought, gut pinching and nauseous.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

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My name is Susan Horsnell and I write Sweet Western Historical Romance under my own name and Hot Contemporary Romance, M/M and BDSM under my pen name – A.L. Simpson.

 

I grew up in Sydney and moved to Queensland as an adult. I am married with two sons. Apart from writing, Critters are my passion. We have one Jack Russell Terrier called Caellagh (Kelly) and a very opinionated 26-yr-old Cockatiel.

Travel, walks, and the beach are my three most favorite things to do. My hope is for readers to enjoy what I have written as much as I enjoy writing it.

SOCIAL LINKS

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https://alandvixen.wordpress.com/  Blog

https://www.facebook.com/alsimpsonauthor/  Facebook Author Page

https://www.facebook.com/groups/1709862079031253/  Facebook Street Team

https://www.amazon.com/A.L.-Simpson/e/B01AFF3D44/  Amazon Author Page

https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7746982.A_L_Simpson  Goodreads

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New Release from Bestselling Author Caroline Clemmons


Yay! Caroline Clemmons, one of my favorite western romance authors, has a new release: McClintock’s Reluctant Bride (The McClintocks, Book 3).

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BOOK BLURB:

Nettie Clayton’s well-planned life is stolen in a few moments. All she wants is a better life for her family in McClintock Falls, Texas where her father can recover from years spent coal mining. Her teacher’s salary is slated toward saving for her younger brother to attend medical school. Her dreams are dashed when Josh McClintock mistakes her window for that of her neighbor. She wants to resist her parents’ decree, but there’s no way to win.

Josh McClintock’s free-wheeling life comes to an abrupt end after his birthday celebration. He works hard by day on the family ranch; he plays just as hard on weekends. He loves being single to play the field of willing females and has no plan to marry for five or six years. One drunken mistake alters his life and Nettie’s forever.

While Nettie and Josh struggle to deal with an unwanted marriage, a crazed villain planning his revenge against the McClintock family targets Josh and Nettie. What happens when the villain attacks?

EXCERPT:

Dawn’s light pouring through her open window indicated the time must be near six o’clock. Papa and Mama would be awake any minute. The kitchen where Mama would prepare breakfast was right under this room.

Pushing on Josh, Nettie pried her legs out from under his body. She tugged her nightgown free, thankfully without tearing it. Propping her knee against the mattress, she pulled his legs. When his feet hit the floor, she thought surely he’d awaken. But he didn’t. Ha, and people thought she slept soundly.

How could one man be so heavy?

Grabbing his shoulders, she tugged him toward the edge of the bed. “Come on, wake up and go back out the window before anyone sees you.”

He flung out his arms at her without opening his eyes. “Baby, where’s muh present?”

Evading his groping hands, she slapped at his arms. “Not here, I guarantee you.”

When that got no response, she pounded on his back. “Wake up, you crazy drunk.”

A rap sounded at her door. “Nettie? What’s Josh’s horse doing in front of our house?”

Good Heavens, who else had seen his familiar horse? Papa seeing the animal was enough. “You’d have to ask him.”

Giving up on getting Josh to awaken and climb out the window, she tugged him to the floor. He hit with a loud thump. Except for the noise, she thought it served him right.

“Nettie? Why haven’t you opened the door?”

“Just a minute.” Bracing her back against the wall for leverage, she pushed Josh under her bed. Hurriedly, she climbed back between the sheets. To hide Josh from anyone standing in the doorway, she draped her quilt to the floor on that side of the bed.

The knob turned and Papa came inside, followed by Mama.

“Good morning.” She brushed her hands across her face and shoved away hair that had escaped her braid.

Papa strode over to the window. Oh, no, she hadn’t noticed the shirt Josh had left hanging half in and half out on the sill.

Her father snatched the garment and narrowed his eyes. “Explain Josh’s shirt being here.”

She shrugged. “I guess he tossed it.”

“And did he also toss his legs that are sticking out from the foot of your bed, young woman?” He walked over and kicked something, Josh’s boots she supposed.

“Hey!” The mattress lifted as Josh tried to sit up. “Ow. Ow.”

McCLINTOCK’S RELUCTANT BRIDE is available on these site:

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Amazon UK http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B011LGDP8U

Amazon in Deutschland http://www.amazon.de/dp/B011LGDP8U

Amazon Australia http://www.amazon.com.au/dp/B011LGDP8U

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Apple https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/id1019315302

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Caroline Clemmons is an Amazon bestselling and award winning author of historical and contemporary western romances. Her latest release is McCLINTOCK’S RELUCTANT BRIDE, McClintock series book three. A frequent speaker at conferences and seminars, she has taught workshops on characterization, point of view, and layering a novel.

Caroline is a member of Romance Writers of America and the Romance Writers chapters of Yellow Rose, From The Heart, and Hearts Through History. Her latest publications include the acclaimed historical Men of Stone Mountain Texas series, which includes audio versions of BRAZOS BRIDE and HIGH STAKES BRIDE. Her Kincaid series continues to resonate with readers. The latest in that series is GABE KINCAID with new releases scheduled in 2016.

Caroline and her husband live in the heart of Texas cowboy country with their menagerie of rescued pets. Prior to writing full time, her jobs included stay-at-home mom (her favorite), secretary, newspaper reporter and featured columnist, assistant to the managing editor of a psychology journal, bookkeeper for the local tax assessor and—for a short and fun time—an antique dealer. When she’s not indulging her passion for writing, Caroline enjoys family, reading, travel, antiquing, genealogy, painting, and getting together with friends. Find her on her blog, website, Facebook, Twitter, Goodreads, Google+, WattPad, Shelfari, and Pinterest.

Monday Author Meetup: Kit Morgan


My guest today is best selling author of sweet historical romance Kit Morgan.

Kit Morgan

About the author: A consistent Top 100 lists bestseller, Kit Morgan, aka Geralyn Beauchamp, has been writing for fun all of her life. When writing as Geralyn Beauchamp, her books are epic, adventurous, romantic fantasy at its best. When writing as Kit Morgan they are whimsical, fun, inspirational sweet stories that depict a strong sense of family and community.

Welcome Kit! Let’s begin with you describing your favorite place to write.

I live in a log cabin on twenty acres with a creek. I like writing on a bench down by the creek. I also have chairs set up around the property where I can go sit and write. I use voice recognition software a lot, and many times just walk the property while I write.

Do you ever wear your PJs or nightgown all day while writing?

Haven’t done it … yet…

LOL There’s always a first time. I don’t suppose you ever write naked either, right?

Egads! People do that?!?!?!?!

Winking smile So I hear. Getting serious, have you ever written a book together with another author?

Yes, kinda sort of. Cassie Hayes, Kirsten Osbourne and I wrote a trilogy of sorts. We each took one of three identical triplet brothers, and wrote their story which was taking place at the same time the other brother’s stories are taking place. Was quite the chore coordinating scenes with each other and having that particular scene be told from our character’s viewpoint.

That does sound challenging. What project(s) are you working on now?

Book 11 of my Holiday Mail Order Bride Series (book one is The Christmas Mail Order Bride and is a freebie on amazon if one hasn’t discovered the series yet), and another trilogy book.

A freebie, oh goodie! Mind telling us how you unwind and relax when not writing?

Ironically by reading! I’ve also gotten into listening to audio books lately which are a lot of fun!

Do you play any sports? What about hobbies?

I’m a hiker, and love a good trail! Also a flute player (I was an opera major with a flute minor in college) and of course biking!

Opera, wow! You are very versatile! Back to writing, are you a plotter or a pantser? Why?

Definite panster! Though I might have a slim outline just so I know kinda sort what direction I’m going, it often still takes a turn and I’m writing wildly along! But the story always turns out great!

Tell us about your latest release.

My latest release is book ten of The Holiday Mail Order Bride Series: His Mail-Order Valentine. I love creating towns and their quirky, odd residents. Independence is no exception. Readers are first introduced to this town in Love In Independence, where one is introduced to the antics of Mercy, Martha, and Maude, three matrons of trouble! And they create plenty when they order a mail-order bride for the new town pastor, and fail to tell him! You can start this particular series with The Christmas Mail-Order Bride, or start in with Love in Independence and go from there. The books can be found on amazon:

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The Christmas Mail Order Bride http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00FVGRX9O

Love in Independence: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00L83QEHG

His Mail Order Valentine: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00SZNUM20

And if you’re interested in the trilogy you can find it here: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00R0PZEEK

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Book Blurb for Love in Independence:

They say love covers a multitude of sins, and for matchmakers Mercy, Martha, and Maude, it’s a good thing! Fearing the town’s new pastor is lonely, they decide to take matters into their own hands, and order him a mail order bride! Imagine his surprise when he finds out? Only he doesn’t! Mercy, Martha, and Maude see to that!

Winnie Longfellow has spent years caring for her sick mother, and now that she’s passed, has nowhere to go but her Aunt Eugina’s. But her aunt has other things on her mind, other problems to deal with, and so Winnie accepts a proposal from a pastor out west looking for a mail order bride. Little did she know, he was looking for so much more, anything more! He had no idea he’d sent for one! Now Winnie finds herself at the mercy of three madcap matrons, determined that love will find a way. Despite multiple misunderstandings, a horrid bully/gossip, and a woman she’s sure her intended will marry instead of her, Winnie discovers some things about herself, and finds that love really does find its way …

Excerpt:

“More tea, Mrs. Vander?” Betsy the cook/maid asked.

“Why, thank you, Betsy. Don’t mind if I do.” Betsy poured her another cup before she moved on to the guests.

“I think we should write the young lady back and accept,” suggested Martha.

“Let’s not be too hasty. What about other applicants?” asked Maude. “Has anyone else written?”

“No, Mrs. Ridgley sent a note along with the letter,” Mercy told her. “It says Miss Longfellow is the only bride available. If we reject this one, who knows how long we’d have to wait for another to come along.”

Maude set down her teacup and sighed. “Very well, then. Martha, take a letter.”

“Why do I have to take a letter? I wrote the last one.”

“Betsy dear?” Mercy asked. “Would you mind?”

“No, ma’am.” Betsy set down the teapot and went to a small desk near the fireplace. She took out a piece of stationery, picked up a pen, dipped it in an inkpot, and turned to her employer.

“Isn’t she a dear?” Mercy asked her friends. “I don’t know what I’d do without her.”

Betsy fought the urge to roll her eyes.

Maude turned to her. “Dear Miss Longfellow,” she dictated. “I think you’d make me a very happy man …”

“Should he sound so eager?” interrupted Martha. “The word ‘happy’ makes him sound too eager.”

“A man out here ought to be eager for a wife,” countered Mercy. “Any wife!”

“She’s going to make him happy, and what woman wants to marry a grump?” added Maude.

Betsy sat and stared at the three, her mind racing to decipher who the women were talking about. If she were a man, she’d think twice before letting a group of old biddies attend to something as private as his personal love life. What idiot let himself get talked into allowing them the task of obtaining a mail-order bride?

“Betsy,” her employer called across the room. “Leave in the word ‘happy’.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Betsy scribbled it down.

“My dear Miss Longfellow,” Maude began again. “Ah, let’s see, a happy man, yes … ah ha! And I think we shall be very happy together. You’ll be a fine addition to the church and community.”

Mercy stared at her. “That’s not very romantic.”

Betsy shook with suppressed laughter. The poor sap they’d suckered was even letting them answer his bride’s letter for him? Was he off his rocker? Who was this man?

“Romance is irrelevant at this point,” Maude snapped. “The important thing is to have her delivered … I mean, shipped out … brought here …”

“We all know what you meant,” Martha stated as she reached for her cup. “Which of us is she going to stay with when she arrives? We can’t just spring her on the poor man.”

“Why not?” asked Mercy.

Betsy’s mouth dropped open as her eyebrows rose in amusement. Was she saying what she thought she was saying?

“Pastor Luke has a lot on his plate – we have to be considerate of that,” added Maude.

Betsy snorted with laughter and almost fell out of her chair. All three heads turned to her as she quickly righted herself and resumed her position.

“She can stay with us,” added Maude. “If need be, we can rotate until Pastor Luke and this Miss Longfellow marry.”

Betsy could stand it no longer. “What are you talking about? Can’t Pastor Luke send for this woman himself? He’s not that busy!”

“Oh no, that would never do!” Mercy exclaimed. “You see, he doesn’t …” She quickly glanced at her counterparts. They sat as stoically as ever. “That is to say … he can’t be bothered.”

Betsy stood. “Mrs. Vander?” she began, then looked at all three faces in turn. “Has Pastor Luke given his consent for you to do this for him?”

The matrons glanced at one another with fleeting looks. “Well …,” Mercy replied haltingly. “Like I said, he can’t be bothered with such trivial things right now.”

“Trivial? A bride is trivial?!” Betsy gasped.

“I must say, Mercy, your hired help’s respect is sadly lacking,” huffed Maude.

“Now, Betsy,” Mercy began in a panicked voice. “Promise us you won’t breathe a word about this to anyone? Especially Pastor Luke!”

Betsy was about to comment when Maude cut her off. “If you do, we’ll see you fired!”

“You’ll do no such thing!” Mercy squeaked indignantly. “Why, Betsy’s been with us since we came west from St. Louis!”

“Dock her pay, then!” countered Maude. “We’ve got to get this settled and done with. Who’s in charge of the train and stage tickets?”

“I am,” answered Martha. “I’ll go down to the station first thing tomorrow morning and purchase them.”

“It’s settled, then,” said Maude. “Betsy, sign that letter, Pastor Luke Adams.”

Betsy could only stare. “You three are some kind of trouble, and you’re gonna be in a heap of it if your husbands find out.”

“They aren’t going to find out, are they?” Maude said with her eyes narrowed to slits.

“Don’t look at me,” said Betsy. “I ain’t gonna be the one to tell them. Besides, they’ll find out just as soon as that mail-order bride steps off the stage and goes looking for poor Pastor Luke!”

“Then we’ll just have to make sure one of us is there to meet her so that doesn’t happen,” said Martha.

Betsy shook her head. “You do that, and good luck. Because once Pastor Luke finds out what you three have been up to …” She sighed. “… he’s gonna be preaching nothing but fire and brimstone every Sunday for a month!”

Find a complete list of Kit’s books on her website, as well as links to her Facebook page and twitter. You can also sign up for her newsletter and link to her alter ego, Geralyn Beauchamp’s website.

Kit Morgan | Bestselling Author of Sweet Historical Romance

Monday Author Meetup: Kirsten Osbourne


My special guest today is best-selling author Kirsten Osbourne. I had the pleasure of meeting Kirsten at a recent authors retreat and I can tell you she is a very dedicated writer as well as a fun lady. She also co-hosts the Pioneer Hearts group on Facebook, popular with readers and authors. As a change of pace today, I’m skipping the usual interview and headlining Kirsten’s new book. If you like this streamlined format, please let me know.

Kirsten Osbourne

About the author: Kirsten Osbourne hails from the state of Wisconsin, but has lived in Texas for almost thirty years. She is a mother, a writer, and a wife. Married to the love of her life for fifteen years, she knows that true love exists and wants to share her vision of love with the world. Writing is something she has always loved and plans on doing for a long time into the future. As Kirsten Osbourne, she writes contemporary romance as well as historical. As Morganna Mayfair, she ventures into the realm of paranormal romance. She invites you to join her in her world of fantasy and make believe where there is always a happily ever after at the end.

Welcome Kirsten! I’m delighted to spotlight your latest release: Violet

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Violet (Suitors of Seattle Book 7) – Kindle edition by Kirsten Osbourne. Romance Kindle eBooks @ Amazon.com.

Blurb:

At the age of twenty, Violet Sullivan is on her way to having everything she’s ever wanted. Her first art show was a success, and despite a slight altercation with the gallery owner, she knows that she is going to go places. A husband and children aren’t on her horizon. She can’t have a career and a family, can she?

The only thing Jonas Smith can concentrate on is justice. His sister and brother-in-law have been murdered, and he won’t be able to rest until he sees their killer brought to justice. He only wishes he could stop thinking about Violet Sullivan. Will the two of them be able to see past their differences to find the passion lurking inside? Will they find love before it’s too late?

Excerpt:

The woman that entered the room left them both speechless.  Her hair was pure white, and she couldn’t have been a day under seventy.  She practically bounced into the room and sat down beside Violet.  “I’m here to apply for the job of traveling companion.”

Violet looked at the other woman and immediately noticed the twinkle in her eyes behind her huge spectacles.  “Why do you want to be a traveling companion, Miss Blue?”

“Oh, honey, you can call me Edna.  I’m old.  I think you can see that if you have eyes in your head, and you do appear to have eyes.  I’m old, and I’ve been making hats for fifty years.  Do you know what it’s like to do the same thing day in and day out for fifty years?  Of course you don’t.  You’re young.”  She reached into the pocket of her dress and took out a silver flask, taking a deep swig of whatever was in it before tucking it back into her pocket.  “Well, now that I’m old, I realize that I haven’t done some of the things I put on my list when I was a girl.”  She turned to Violet.  “Do you have a list?  All of my friends and I, when we were very young, made lists of what we wanted to do before we died.  I wanted to marry, and I almost did, but poor Harry died before we had a chance to reach that pinnacle of love that’s expressed in a physical way.”  She shook her head.  “Anyway, on my list was to ride on a train and to see New York City.”  She looked over at Jonas.  “So will you have me?”

Jonas blinked a few times, not sure he’d caught exactly what she was talking about, and what on earth was in her flask?  “Do you like children?”

“Of course I like children.  What kind of question is that?”  She looked at Violet.  “Are you with child?  Is that why we’re going to New York? I’ll either help you take care of it, or we’ll find a nice family who will adopt it.  Either way, my lips will be sworn to secrecy about your bastard child!”

Violet bit her lip to control her urge to giggle.  “I’m not having a bastard child, Miss Blue…I mean Edna, but I thank you for being willing to protect my reputation.  I’d love to have you go with me.”  Suddenly she could see herself sitting beside this woman on a train bound for New York.  She would be laughing the entire time.

Jonas stared at the woman for a moment.  “The child is my nephew.  He’s three, and he’ll be traveling with us.  While we’re there, I need to pack up my sister’s house and decide what to keep and what to donate.  She died a few months ago.”

“Oh, Mr. Smith!  I’m so sorry for your loss.  I’ll be happy to help with your sister’s child too.  He’s not a bastard, is he?”  She peered at Jonas expectantly as she waited for his answer.

“No, he’s not a bastard.  Does that matter?”

“Oh no, sir.  I love bastard children just as much as the regular legitimate tots.  More probably.  They need more love, don’t you think?”

Jonas didn’t feel at all qualified to answer her question about whether bastard children needed more love, and he still wanted to know what was in her flask.  “What’s in the flask, Miss Blue?”

She pulled the container out of her pocket again and took another swig after unscrewing the lid.  “Oh this?  This is my cough tonic.”  She put it back in her pocket and looked at Jonas expectantly.

“Cough tonic?  I haven’t heard you cough even once.”

“See?  My tonic works!  Would you like some?”  She pulled it out of her pocket to offer him a drink.

Jonas held one hand up to refuse the tonic, but couldn’t help but notice that Violet was giggling uncontrollably.  Why…Violet was turning violet she was laughing so hard.  “No, thank you.”  He looked between the two women, wondering if Edna Blue was really the kind of woman they needed on their trip.  After a moment he shrugged.  “If you’ll excuse us for a moment, I’ll let you know our decision.”

Jonas turned to Violet wishing that Edna had closed the door behind her.  “Do you think that Edna would be a good companion for you?”

Violet grinned.  “Oh yes.  She will keep me entertained when nothing else possibly could.  Please, may we take her with us?”  Now that she’d met Edna, she wanted no one else to go on their trip with them.  Edna was the only choice as far as she was concerned.

Jonas sighed heavily.  “Do I have a choice?”

“No, I don’t believe you do.”  She was thrilled to have the option of taking the sweet old woman who was just a bit off her rocker with her.  “I love her, Mr. Smith!”

Jonas shook his head.  “I can see you do.  All right.  And please, call me Jonas.  We’re going to be spending a great deal of time together.  There’s no need to continue to be so formal.”

“All right, Jonas.  I think Edna is the perfect solution to our dilemma.”

Jonas decided to hold his tongue over the kind of solution he thought Edna was.  “Miss Blue?” he called out loudly.

Edna popped back into the room, her frizzy white hair bobbing wildly.  “Yes?”

“We’d like you to go to New York with us, if you’re willing to accept the job.”  Jonas knew as soon as he said the words they were a mistake.  He felt a huge sense of foreboding, but it was too late.  He’d made the offer, and he was a man of his word.

Jonas shook his head, wondering what he’d gotten himself into.  Edna was definitely not the type of woman he’d wanted to take with him to New York.  She was going to be a handful.  There was no doubt about it.

Edna smiled radiantly at Violet, her face lighting up at the girl’s words.  “I won’t let you do anything you oughtn’t do.  I promise! When do we leave?  I need to pack my things!”

“We’ll leave one week from today.  I’ll send word after I buy the tickets about what time we’ll need to go.”

Edna nodded.  “That will be wonderful.  I will see you then.”  She rushed from the room mumbling about all the things that she needed to do to be ready for the big adventure.

Jonas watched her go and leaned back in his chair.  “Did that really just happen?  Is that crazy woman going to New York with us?”

Monday couldn’t come soon enough.

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website: http://www.kirstenandmorganna.com/