#NewRelease & A #Giveaway from Sharon Struth

Happy Release Day, Sharon Struth!

It’s my honor and pleasure to share this wonderful new book with all of you. The Sweet Life is here…Check out this amazingly beautiful cover, the blurb and excerpt. Then, hop on over to enter the giveaway.

In Italy, the best attractions are always off the beaten path . . .
Mamie Weber doesn’t know why she survived that terrible car accident five years ago. Physically, she has only a slight reminder—but emotionally, the pain is still fresh. Deep down she knows her husband would have wanted her to embrace life again. Now she has an opportunity to do just that, spending two weeks in Tuscany reviewing a tour company for her employer’s popular travel guide series. The warmth of the sun, the centuries-old art, a villa on the Umbrian border—it could be just the adventure she needs.

But with adventure comes the unexpected . . . like discovering that her entire tour group is made up of aging ex-hippies reminiscing about their Woodstock days. Or finding herself drawn to the guide, Julian, who is secretly haunted by a tragedy of his own, and seems to disapprove any time she tries something remotely risky—like an impromptu scooter ride with a local man.

As they explore the hilltop towns of Tuscany, Mamie knows that when this blissful excursion is over, she’ll have to return to reality. But when you let yourself wander, life can take some interesting detours . . .


Acclaim for The Sweet Life

Struth’s novel is a great debut for a potential series…The story overall is intriguing, and of course, a setting in Italy is always something that makes for a great book. It comes with a strong recommendation and is worth picking up for a nice treat.” RT Reviews

The sights, the sounds, the smells and the food. Oh, the food! I had to make spaghetti and meatballs the day I started the book. Sharon Struth puts you right in Tuscany in a way that not only transports you to the crowded streets and vineyards, but surrounds you with them. Masterfully done.” Goodreads 5-star Review

You will like this if you’d like a nice tour of Tuscany (food, wine, just delightful), a little romance, and a happy ending. Perfect relaxation...” Goodreads 5-Star Review


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Buy Links:


Amazon : https://www.amazon.com/Sweet-Life-Sharon-Struth-ebook/dp/B01NGZAQ9J/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8


B & N: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-sweet-life-sharon-struth/1125397307;jsessionid=BF35F516503FC5BE50DC563144CAA03F.prodny_store01-atgap02?ean=9781516103553


iBooks: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/the-sweet-life/id1196636119?mt=11


Google: https://play.google.com/store/books/details/Sharon_Struth_The_Sweet_Life?id=YU3KDQAAQBAJ


Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/the-sweet-life-16



Find Sharon on Social Media at:


Website: www.sharonstruth.com

Twitter: @sharonstruth

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/Sharon-Struth-Author-Page-139641182749036/



Author Bio:


Sharon Struth believes you’re never too old to pursue a dream. The Hourglass, her debut novel, is a finalist in the National Readers’ Choice Awards for Best first Book, and her Blue Moon Lake Novels include the bestseller, Share the Moon.


When she’s not working, she and her husband happily sip their way through the scenic towns of the Connecticut Wine Trail, travel the world, and enjoy spending time with their precious pets and two grown daughters. She writes from the friendliest place she’s ever lived, Bethel, Connecticut. For more information, including where to find her published essays, please visit www.sharonstruth.com or visit her blog, Musings from the Middle Ages & More at www.sharonstruth.wordpress.com.




In the driver’s seat sat a square-faced man with a full Romanesque nose and short, dark hair. He greeted her with a wide smile. “Ciao, bella.”

She climbed the steps and smiled back. “Hello. I mean, Ciao. Sorry I’m late.”

Before the nice man in the driver’s seat could respond, a man standing about halfway down the aisle said, “I’m sorry, miss. You’ve got the wrong bus.”

Whoever he was, his cargo shorts and faded Led Zeppelin T-shirt didn’t carry any authority. But he held a clipboard, and his tone suggested he meant business. His Gaelic-looking face carried a slight boyish quality, hardened into a manly appearance due to his trimly cut mustache and beard. Wavy hair the color of cognac peeked out from beneath a gold cap with orange and blue lettering reading Wanderlust Excursions.

“I’m sure the hotel front desk can help you find the right tour.” He gave her a now-hurry-along smile and turned back to the man he’d been talking to.

“Did I just talk to you on the phone?”

He lifted his chin and raised a brow. “We’re waiting for Felix.” His gaze traveled her from top to bottom then he looked her in the eyes. “I’m pretty sure you’re not Felix?”

“No, but…” Mamie became aware of the silence and scanned the passengers.

Everyone in the full bus stared back. Quiet. Curious. She squirmed and her gaze drifted back to the man who seemed to be in charge.

“No. I’m not Felix, but if this is Wanderlust Excursions, it’s where I’m supposed to be.”

He squinted. “Wait. Are you the woman who answered Felix’s phone?”

“Yes. I’m taking his place on the tour.”

He snorted. A short, patronizing laugh. “I don’t think so.”

“Why not?”

“Because you’re clearly not Felix.”

“But he transferred his vouchers to me.”

“Nobody told me. Our company rules state that purchased seats are not transferrable without prior home office approval.” He frowned and studied her again. “Besides, this is a specialized tour and you’re not a member of this group. Felix is.”

“How do you know I’m not?”

His lip curled into a little smirk. “Did you attend Woodstock?”

“The concert?”

“Is there another one?”

“Well, no, but…” Mamie scanned the other passengers more carefully. Other than the guide—everyone else was probably over fifty-five. Maybe even over sixty. “What group are they part of?”

“They are”—the guide, whose company sponsored tag read Julian, glanced at his clipboard—“the Woodstock Wanderers.”

“Felix may not have been part of it either.” Mamie never heard him mention them before.

“Are you kidding? Felix was one of our founder members.” A man with thinning white hair, dark-rimmed glasses, and a full white beard sitting in the front seat winked at Mamie. “Bernie” in capital letters sat square in the center of a nametag with a tie-dyed background. Beneath his name it said, “Favorite Woodstock Song: ‘Let’s Go Get Stoned,’ Joe Cocker.”

Mamie would’ve never put Bernie together with that song, but… The bus’s silence and everyone watching her jarred her back to the problem at hand. “Felix never mentioned your group to me.”

Guess she knew Felix but didn’t know him. The truth about how she and Felix knew each other, though, wasn’t something she could share.

So she did the only thing she could do. Staring Julian square in the eye, she said, “Uncle Felix wanted me to take this trip. I’m his niece. He insisted I go in his place.”

“His niece, huh?” The tour director rubbed the back of his neck and considered her again. He shook his head. “I’m sorry he’s decided not to come, but on the transfer, I can’t budge. Rules are rules.”

A thin gentleman sitting a couple rows behind Bernie, with salt-and-pepper patches of hair above his ears, piped in. “Julian. Dude. Can’t you just go with the flow? She looks harmless. Let her come.”

Mamie squinted. His tag read Bob, but before she could read more, the others joined in with choruses of “yeahs,” and she looked away.

“You know what they say, Julian.” A woman with curly brown hair, peace sign earnings, and a pretty smile said, “Don’t sweat the small stuff.”

Mamie noted her nametag read Martha and her favorite Woodstock song was “Suite Judy Blue Eyes” by Crosby, Still, and Nash.

Julian pursed his lips. “All due respect Martha, me losing my job isn’t exactly small stuff.”

Martha grinned slyly and winked. “We promise to keep it a secret from the boss.” She glanced around. “Right everybody?”

Another chorus of loud “yeahs” filled the bus.

One slim man with thinning hair who sat in the last row fist bumped the air. “We aren’t afraid of the man.”

The passengers murmured and nodded, complete agreement on that one. Mamie loved this solidarity. Though she’d never considered herself a hippie—more like a loner—she had an incredible urge to be part of this group.

Julian watched them, frowning. He refocused his attention on Mamie. “Sorry. I’m going to have to ask you to step out so we can start. We’re already running late.”

Normally, Mamie respected timeliness, schedules, and rules. But she had a job to do. A mission to accomplish.

“Please. My uncle, he really wanted me to go and—”

Julian took several swift steps to the front of the bus and stopped close to her. He dropped his voice. “Listen, this isn’t personal. The last thing I need is to lose this job. Do me a solid and go see if you can get any of your money back.”

She quietly replied, “You don’t understand. I need to go on this tour.”

He narrowed his hard green eyes, but before he could say a thing, a chant filled the air.

“Let her stay. Let her stay. Let her stay.”

A blond-haired woman with a cherub face who sat at Bernie’s side spoke up over the chant. “Doesn’t she remind you of Tracy, Bern?” Her nametag read Sandra and her favorite Woodstock song was “Amazing Grace” by Arlo Guthrie. She patted Julian’s arm in a very maternal way. “Tracy’s our daughter. We’d love having some young energy around. Tracy’s just too busy working to spend any time with us.”

Julian’s lower lip dropped. He drew in a deep breath, looked at Mamie, and motioned to the door. “Let’s talk outside.”

She turned and headed off the bus. Little did he know, she wasn’t about to back down. Nothing would stop her from getting on this bus or making the most of this adventure. Two very good reasons existed for fighting the good fight.

The memory of her husband and daughter.

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Out-Foxxe’d: A Rosie Peaks Crossover #ComingSoon #CoverReveal

Hey, VIPs! Check out this amazing cover from Talina Perkins @BookinItDesigns! I’m so in love with it. Preorder links should be up shortly and I’ll let you know as soon as they’re live. Until then, check out the blurb below. Rosie was so unprepared for everything Markus brought into her life. But…being #OutFoxxed never felt so good. 

Markus Foxxe is in Eriewood for one reason. His boss wants Rosie Peaks. He doesn’t know why and he shouldn’t care, but after meeting her, there’s no way Markus will hand her over to the highest bidder.

Rosie Peaks left DuFour, Indiana two years ago and found a safe haven away from all things paranormal. Working at Mulcahy’s Pub has been fairly uneventful. Until Markus Foxxe rolled into town in his silk suits with a primal sex appeal that makes her want to spend every night with him banging like a screen door in a hurricane. The only problem is, Rosie isn’t looking for a commitment and Markus seems as though he’s a one-mate kind of guy.

Will Markus change her mind? Or will Rosie find herself on the run again?

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#NewRelease Faeries After Dark by Madison Sevier & Megan Slayer

It’s finally here! Join our release party on Facebook: Faeries

Faeries After Dark: A Rosie Peaks Crossover Novel by Madison Sevier and Megan Slayer

Faeries finding purpose, magic and love…

FIONA by Madison Sevier

A faerie on the run with a stolen bear. An attraction neither can deny. Magic is the key when these two hearts collide. Fiona Blake has always been the faerie who’s done the right thing. She’s avoided trouble and love her entire life. Now, she’s unemployed and on the run–with a stolen bear. By using her magic, she’s unbalanced the laws of nature and Fiona is in deep scat. She must fix things before she loses her powers and her heart to a sexy stranger who might get her locked up in faerie prison.

Kash Bruin needed a break from his overbearing, matchmaking father. He never imagined he’d wake up in a cage, naked and kidnapped by a crazy, violet-eyed, beautiful woman who believes she’s a faerie. Can a spark of magic bring these two creatures from separate worlds together? Or will the truth be too much to bear and tear them apart fur-ever?

CORDELIA by Megan Slayer

What’s a love faerie supposed to do without her magic?

Cordelia likes to play fast and loose with the rules. So she’s made a few mistakes with magic along the way? No one got hurt…right? The blue-haired faerie, prone to the occasional blue language and dirty jokes, loses her right to create magic after one goof-up too many. But she’s about to find redemption in the form of a merman named Henry and a human named Jinx. Fix them up and she’ll get her right to create magic back. There’s only one problem…Liam.

Liam could be the right man to help Cordelia rise above her troubles…but first she’s got to make him believe she exists. Not impossible, right?

Universal Link: https://books2read.com/u/mYRjxp
Print: https://www.amazon.com/dp/1546456066/
Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/1546456066/
Amazon Japan: https://www.amazon.co.jp/dp/B071KLBDFD/
Amazon Canada: https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B071KLBDFD/


Raine #PreOrder Is LIVE & WIN $100 GC


cherry coo**8** at yahoo… CONGRATS <3 Stay tuned for another contest starting soon <3

The baby is coming!! And we’re at the end of this series. **sobs** But don’t worry. New characters have arrived in this one and their story will be told later this year. It’s tough to say it’s the end, but on to new beginnings <3 Thank you for following Kallie and Hank as their story grew. I hope I’ve given them the life they deserve.

Check it out and follow me on BookBub.

Well, Smoky Mountain Raine, book three in my Smoky Mountain Escapes series is almost here. Hooray! I know it’s been a long time coming and I hope all of you will like it. **bites nails** You’ll meet new characters and enjoy a bonus peek into their lives at the end of Raine. Hope it’s been worth the wait 🙂 As a token of my appreciation for your patience (2 long years) and adoration (because you ROCK), I’m offering one lucky reader  a chance (chosen by Rafflecopter) to receive a $100 GC for being such AWESOME fans. There are only a FEW tasks to do and no major hoops.

ENTER HERE: http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/ea4d771515/

****BONUS POINTS: EMAIL ME A SCREENSHOT OF YOUR PREORDER AT madisonsevier9 at gmail.com and get 20 extra entries.

Here’s a bit about Smoky Mountain Raine:

Kallie and Hank are all set and ready to have their baby in a few weeks. However, Hank needs to go on a research trip with their longtime friend and firefighter, Mitch Larke. While Hank is higher up in the mountains with Mitch, the unthinkable happens– A fierce storm with gusty winds reignites the smoldering embers at the Chimney Tops. Kallie is stuck at home alone with no way to escape the fires roaring across the Smokies. Will he and Mitch get away from the Chimney Tops in time? Will Hank make it home to save his wife and unborn child from the fires roaring through their mountain home? It’ll take more than a miracle to save them this time.  


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Grab the first book in this series for FREE for a limited time:

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Hope you enjoy Kallie and Hank’s final book <3




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#ValentinesDay Hop & A Giveaway w/ @MadisonSevier

Welcome to the Valentine’s Day Hop featuring awesome reads and a great grand prize from some of your favorite authors.

Keeping with theme of ‘all things love’, one of my favorite times to read romance is during the month of February. I know there are many people who are by themselves on Valentine’s Day and before I met my husband, I spent many alone myself. So, what did I do to ignore all of the lovey-dovey when I wasn’t feeling it? You guessed it…I escaped into books. Of course, I bought myself some chocolate and had a really great mug of coffee to keep by my side.

Now, I think about how to make sure we celebrate love everyday. That’s the key, I think. Love matters all year long.  Some of the best gifts I’ve ever received were just random things throughout the year. Rocks from the states my husband has been to are my all-time favorite things. I’ve marked them with which state they’re from and the year. How about you?

To enter my #giveaway, comment below with the best, worst or weirdest gift you’ve ever received or given. You’ll be in the running for a Starbucks GC for you or to give to someone else.

To enter to win the Echo Dot, simply click here> a Rafflecopter giveaway

Be sure to hop on to these other fabulous authors for your chance at more prizes.

Valentine’s Blog Hop! The hop will run from February 12, 2017 – February 18, 2017.

1. Visit each blog for a chance to win the author’s personal giveaway
2. Enter for a chance to win an Amazon Echo (open to US participants only)
3. Have fun!
1. A. M. Griffin 7. Haley Jordan 13. Shari Elder
2. Megan Slayer 8. Celia Breslin 14. Siren Allen
3. Dena Garson 9. Jocelyn Dex 15. Jennifer Lowery
4. T.L. Reeve 10. T.M. Cromer 16. Louisa Bacio
5. Kacey Hammell 11. S.J. Maylee
6. Madison Sevier 12. Anise Storm

If you’re looking for a freebie where the lady gets a unique happy ending and finds hope when she thought all was lost, you can grab Anything You Want <3

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Have fun and good luck <3



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Awesome F*cking #Giveaway

Just a quick note to let you know about this week’s #FlashFuntime ♡ Head on over to my profile: Madison Sevier to enter. Easy peasy stuff. Aside from the Awesome F*cking Patterns adult coloring book, you know I’ll be throwing some surprises in with it. One lucky winner chosen by Mr. Random this Thursday ♡

Oh… and stay tuned. The new Smoky Mountain Escapes covers along with the cover for Smoky Mountain Raine will be revealed soon. Be prepared to fall in love all over again with Kallie and Hank as they reach the end of Kallie’s pregnancy. She’s had a rocky ride with a lot of changes and it’s not over yet. Prepare to read HOT scenes. Let’s face it, pregnant sex is great sex and Kallie has been having as much as she can. It’s nothing to shy away from. Let’s keep it real, right? 

 Plus, new characters are on the scene. I have a feeling things are heating up for these two friends of Kallie and Hank. Mitch and Lorinda Larke have a long way to go, but with a hunky, firefighter husband, hopefully Rinny will come around. I can’t wait for you to meet their son, Dixon. He’s a precocious five year old who’s smart and witty.Just enough to keep all of these adults on their toes.

You’re getting some bonus content about Mitch and Lorinda in this book… and yes, they’ll have their own series. Yay!

Don’t forget to grab your free copies of Anything You Want and The Librarian. These two reads are part of my River Jewel Resort series and I know we could all use an escape right now.

Link:  Amazon

Stay tuned for preorder links for:

Smoky Mountain Raine, Smoky Mountain Escapes 3

Tex, Asphalt Cowboys 3

(Which is crossing over into a NEW sexy series coming soon)

Frosting & Friction

(A new scrumptious erotica novella) ♡

That’s all for now ♡

Happy Reading!




#NewRelease Her Dark Past (A Corde Noire Novel) by Alexandrea Weis

Brynn Adler is a writer with a unique ability—everywhere she goes, images of the past haunt her.
After taking over the estate of her murdered ex-husband, Nathan Cole, Brynn is at the center of a mystery. A mystery the ruthless members of the Corde Noire Society want solved. Sent to discover Brynn’s secret, Declan Corinth plans to arouse her former submissive ways. There’s just one problem … he knows nothing about being a Dom. If Declan doesn’t get what the Corde Noire requires, Brynn Adler could become its next victim. Can he win her trust in time? The clock is ticking.
To uncover the past, embrace the darkness.

On sale for 99 cents:


Coffee Diary 1-21-17

I’m finally back 🙂 It’s been such a busy first three weeks of 2017. I honestly can’t recall ever being so busy or productive in January. Usually, I’m slow during the winter. This year, I’m enjoying this pace. The writing is flowing, my new job at Passionate Ink is amazing and I could go on and on.

This week, I’d like to mention a few things happening at Passionate Ink before I go into other things. We’re in need of judges for both the preliminary and final round of the #PassionatePlume2017 contest. If you love reading erotica and/or erotic romance and would love to find some new one-click authors, follow this link and sign up. It’s absolutely free <3 

Judging Info 

Authors, the Passionate Plume contest opens on March 1st. so have your HOT reads ready.

We have a workshop that begins in just a few days:

For the Discouraged Writer: Rekindling the Passion in Your Writing
An Audio/Visual Workshop with a Forum Site for discussion.
PRESENTER: Red L. Jameson
January 30 through February 24, 2017 Please note this is a Monday start date.
LENGTH: Four Weeks
$25.00 for Non-Members
$22.50 for RWA Members (10% OFF)
$18.75 for Passionate Ink Members (25% OFF)
Register at https://www.rwa.org/e/in/eid=610


When Red heard the advice that discouraged writers should get used to no longer feeling passionate about writing and to just get a hobby, she decided to challenge that. At almost every level of her writing career, she’s had some sort of discouragement. After so many years of it, she decided to shove it where the sun didn’t shine and find the fire in her writing once again. This workshop covers almost every area a writer—from those just starting out to those who have been writing before dinosaurs were love interests—can become discouraged and ways to overcome it. From finishing a manuscript that is kicking and screaming not to be written to strategies for a shy writer to conquer social media, from bouncing back when a publisher rejects your brilliant story to dealing with editors who dump you, from overcoming fear and dealing with envy, this class covers the turbulent business of being an author.


While finishing her Master’s Degree in US Military History, Red has had many part-time jobs to help pay bills but mostly to fund her addiction to fiction writing. Yoga instructor and weight management consultant were fun, but it wasn’t until she started proofing for an history journal that she knew true adventure, nearly getting into a back-alley fight over which writing style is the best. Chicago Style, of course. Formatting, graphic designing, then editing came later; although, she missed getting into cat fights with copyeditors about comma placement. Now, she writes her sizzling sexy yet cerebral stories full-time and wants to help other writers who need a hand up in this crazy business of writing.
To contact Red about her writing consulting please go to http://www.redswritinghood.com/

Passionate Ink members should visit the PI Workshops forum for their discount code.
To join Passionate Ink click here.

Register at https://www.rwa.org/e/in/eid=610

That’s all for tonight. I’ll be back with new book news and some announcements of prizes and winners <3

Peace, Love & Coffee <3


#NewRelease Blurred Reality by Megan Slayer

Blurred Reality
By Megan Slayer
A Dallas Fire and Rescue Kindle World Story

M/M, Anal Sex, Masturbation
Cover art by WZDesigns
Edited by Kris Jacen

When the band takes a hiatus, the boys will play…
When Jacen Goodwin’s band, Disaster Transport, crashed in Dallas and ended up at the Nathalia Hotel, he never expected to find his heart’s desire. He wants to stay in his adopted home city, but he loves the roar of the crowd as well as their adoration. Can the star drummer step away from the buzz of fame long enough to grab what he needs with both hands or will the lure of the crowd be too much?
Matt Walker knew from the moment he got involved with Jacen that their relationship was temporary. Jacen’s a celebrity and he holds the position of the sexiest eligible bachelor of the band. Even if Matt saw a future for him and Jacen, the odds aren’t in their favor. But he can hope, right? He’s been head over heels in love with Jacen since the moment they met.
Can these two opposites make a go of their fledgling relationship or will celebrity and the challenges of fame keep them apart?
Available for Kindle: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01MZB96WU/

Now for an excerpt:
©MeganSlayer, 2017, All Rights Reserved
Matt busied himself with straightening the counter space and trying not to watch Jacen. Fuck. How could he not? The man featured in his dreams and had become his favorite spank bank material. He swept his gaze over Jacen. The denim shorts hugged his hips and accentuated the strength in his legs. Jacen rubbed the back of his neck with his fingers and flexed his upper body.
Jesus. Was Jacen trying to turn him on? If so, he’d accomplished his mission. Matt plopped onto the stool and pressed his knees together. Blood rushed to his cock and his mouth watered. Just a few touches. Kisses. He didn’t want much. Really.
“Mother fucker.” Jacen whipped around and held his phone in a white-knuckled grasp as he strode back to the desk. “He’s a piece of shit. Where are those peas?”
Matt offered up the bag. “Whoever it is, I hope you lit into him.” He shut the laptop down, then moved the device to the lower portion of the counter. “Better pick up your key before you forget.” He slid the card across to Jacen. “Have a good night…well, a better one than you’ve had so far.”
“Huh?” Jacen glared at Matt and plunked the bag back onto his bruise. “Are you here all night? I thought Cady hired on people to work the desk so you and her weren’t stuck.”
“She did, but this is my night. I have to earn my keep somehow.” He grinned to hide his displeasure. “I can’t feed my music and running habits without some source of income.”
Jacen tucked his phone into his pocket and lingered at the counter. “Want some company? I came here to work on music, yeah, but that wasn’t the only reason.” He offered up the bag. “I’ve melted this.”
“I’ll stick it back in the freezer. No problem.” He gripped the melting frozen food. “Stick around a moment in case anyone comes in and I’ll put it back.” He left Jacen alone long enough to put the peas in the fridge. He’d probably make them for lunch the next day instead of wasting them. When he returned, Jacen had rounded the counter.
“All good?” Jacen asked.
“I’ve got lunch for tomorrow.” He tensed. “Thanks for holding down the fort.” He expected Jacen to leave, but instead, he crept closer to Matt.
“I didn’t just return for Rory and the music. I came here for you, too.”
“Me?” He frowned. “What?” He had to be hearing Jacen wrong. No way Jacen meant that.
“Uh, yeah. You.”

About the Author:
Megan Slayer, aka Wendi Zwaduk, is a multi-published, award-winning author of more than one-hundred short stories and novels. She’s been writing since 2008 and published since 2009. Her stories range from the contemporary and paranormal to LGBTQ and BDSM themes. No matter what the length, her works are always hot, but with a lot of heart. She enjoys giving her characters a second chance at love, no matter what the form. She’s been the runner up in the Kink Category at Love Romances Café as well as nominated at the LRC for best author, best contemporary, best ménage and best anthology. Her books have made it to the bestseller lists on Amazon.com.
When she’s not writing, Megan spends time with her husband and son as well as three dogs and three cats. She enjoys art, music and racing, but football is her sport of choice. Find out more about Megan and Wendi at: http://wendizwaduk.com/indexMegan.htm
Website, Blog, Fan Page, Amazon Author Page, Goodreads, and Twitter

Coffee Diary 1-4-17

Happy New Year, Friends!

It’s been a while, but I figured it was time to stick to these posts. You know how it goes… Life, holidays, etc. Anyways, hope you’re holidays were awesome. If you’re in my readers’ group, you know you’re on my list to receive some surprise candy in the mail at some point. Many surprises have already been sent out and in the coming weeks, there will be more. 

As for my latest coffee adventure, it all began at my favorite Starbucks on a windy Thursday afternoon…

We headed to Starbucks for a celebratory round of drinks. I’d just found out that Passionate Ink authors had voted me into taking over the role of VP of Communications and Marketing for Chapter #207 of the #RWA. **SCREAMS WITH JOY** So, we walked in around 2 p.m. and the place was packed. Our usual table was being used by someone else, but we found a spot along the wall on the padded bench where the other tables were. I immediately realized those are quite comfy and we’ve since switched our ‘usual table’.

There were people lined up at the bar, the cash register and anywhere they could find somewhere to stand. Heck, even the drive-thru was wrapped around the building to the point that the fitness buffs couldn’t get to their beloved lifting until the parking lot cleared out some.

As we sat there, the baristas worked their butts off to serve everyone who was waiting and being a more-than-regular customer has its perks. When they’d seen us walking through the parking lot, our girls had already began making ours. So, it was just a matter of scanning my little app and grabbing our drinks. In other words, we were seated at the bench and had a bird’s eye view over everything in the place while we sipped our favorite beverages. Usually, I’m prepared with a bowl or a bag of microwave popcorn when drama hits the world of Facebook, but seeing as how Starbucks is fairly calm… Why would I need popcorn there, right? Boy–oh, boy, was I wrong.

After we’d been there for about fifteen minutes, an older gentleman that’s always there came in and he sat with another older  gentleman whom he knows from church. They had their tall coffees with cream and they sat discussing an upcoming sermon and mentioned a few tidbits to each other about a few people they know. Harmless. Quiet. Peaceful coffee time. And then, it happened…

We were sitting ducks. We were prey that a hungry cat was about to have fun with. The thing was…we never saw it coming. In walked a group of people we’ve seen before with other kids, moms and a girl. Normally, she’s very well-behaved and their group is always a quiet (mostly) and respectful group. We all exchanged ‘Hellos’ and turned back to our own conversation as the group made their way to the counter to order. The first three in the group ordered and went on about their business. They sat down on the same bench seat as us, facing the bars and baristas as they waited for their orders to be finished.

And then… The nine year old girl decided she HATED everyone and everything in the whole entire world and wanted EVERYONE in the county to know it. In other words, she let ‘er rip…right there. Refusing to order or remain calm, she flung herself against the counter, knocking the gift cards to the floor before grabbing a bag of chips and trying to rip it open with her snarling mouth. When she heard that one of the orders for her group was ready, she suddenly stopped what she was doing and watched with an intense and eerie calm as one of the parents delivered the tall, vanilla bean frappuccino to one of the teenage boys. Just as I was about to take a drink of my mocha, the girl lunges at the boy’s table, grabs his frappucino and launched it. (Think Punkin’ Chuckin’ style). White, creamy and frozen goodness exploded in a shower of classic syrup blended to perfection while a coating of sugar and ice rained upon the older gentlemen beside us, our bench seat, my cheek, the boy who the drink belonged to and floor. Let me assure you… Just because a ‘tall’ is a ‘small’… Believe me when I say, that puppy went everywhere!

Too shocked to do anything and in disbelief to the point that we almost started laughing. (Because W- T-double-hockey-sticks! We’re in a Starbucks! This doesn’t happen there, right?)

Oh… and it went on. We hopped up to grab some napkins and began cleaning up the mess as the little girl screamed for everyone to “Go away forever!” and that she was “Cold! Hungry! Help! They’re starving me!” as we went through a container of napkins trying to get it cleaned up so the baristas could finish the orders for these people (so they’d leave sooner). I’m a mom. I’m not afraid to clean up a mess and besides, it couldn’t get any worse, right?

Most of the mess was gone. Crisis averted. Ohhhh no, Ms. Merry Maid.

Aside from the screaming at the top of her lungs, she decided to grab one of the chairs and heave it like she was in a WWE Tables, Ladders & Chairs match! Okay…so there wasn’t a ladder anywhere in plain sight… THANK GOODNESS… Because after she hurled the chair across the room, breaking a chunk of it and huffing and puffing like Triple H, she lunged for the table where the other kids’ drinks were.

Oh yeah… she was fully prepared to cause as much havoc as she could like she was going for that briefcase of money and no one was stopping her. Luckily, the kids held onto the table, but that only angered the child and she lunged at the ordering counter AGAIN and attempted to grab the barista, demanding she be allowed to order something. Our poor barista… and I mean this in a nice way because we LOVE each of them… but… Bless Her Heart. She was terrified. This nine year old raging child was truly coming for her and our barista looked like a deer in the headlights.

**We laugh now, but in the moment, the entire place went quiet except for that kid. Not even kidding.** 

Our barista, **J**, stood there in shock while said child flopped and flailed all over the counter before flinging herself to the floor… FACE DOWN on the floor (THE FLOOR…My inner germaphobe was fighting the urge to pick her up myself and hand her some sanitizer to clean her face!). There, she proceeded to flop and flail, fuss and cuss up a storm as we all watched. The poor woman taking care of her tried to pick her up and the child screamed “You’re hurting me! Stop touching me!”  The poor woman was exhausted and who could blame her?

Don’t get me wrong… as a mom, this would NOT have been allowed to continue had it been my child. From the first moment of attitude, we’d have left the establishment. But, luckily, I never had to deal with a scene like that one. However, the women and kids that were in this group had no choice but to watch it unfurl or hope it went back out to sea like the Coffee-Raging-Hurricane it was.

After ten more minutes of people stepping over the face-down and flailing child so they could either get to the restroom or order something to drink, the girl stood up and adjusted her coat, patted her hair as if NOTHING had even happened. She politely asked if she could order something and the woman allowed her to do so as **J** stood there in disbelief, confusion and apprehension at even getting close to the cash register again, on guard for fear the child would again become enraged. But, she didn’t.

We weren’t able to hear what she’d ordered, but I swear…I PRAYED they didn’t allow her to order a hot beverage. If that had happened… Holy Hell.

Luckily, she also ordered a frappucino of some kind (to be honest, I couldn’t see what kind because they grabbed the drink and exited the building in a blur without looking back).

There we all sat or stood because the baristas, of course, weren’t sitting. Those of us left standing in the aftermath looked at each other, each waiting to see if the other would smile, laugh or go off. Eyes shifted back and forth, from face to face and no one said a word. As the baristas took a deep breath and exhaled, the rest of us erupted into a fit of laughter. Because… Yes, that had actually happened. No… We didn’t imagine it. And… OMG.

Thirty minutes of pure insanity had unfurled in our quiet refueling place and three minutes… Yes, 3 minutes… after they’d left, a police officer showed up to grab his daily order. Again, we were all left  with nothing to do except stare at each other over the irony of it all.

Aside from my happy celebration being a bit… “Frapped Up”… There’s something comforting in knowing everyone at our Starbucks. Sure, it’s not a local diner, but we don’t have those any longer. There’s a community feel to our favorite coffee shop and who knew there’d be extra excitement tossed in for free? I used to go there just for my coffee, to work, to chat with friends. Now, I go there with a poncho in my pocket and a bag of microwave popcorn in my purse… ready for popping for next time.

And there will be a next time. Wait until you hear about the Love Triangle from last week. They all came into Starbucks at the exact same time. I’ll save that one for the next entry <3

Peace, Love & Coffee <3