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Ely’s Epiphany is OUT!!

Click to Read Excerpt/BuyEly’s Epiphany, my first erotic M/M story, is out! Secret Cravings Publishers released the sequel to Search & Rescue, my contemporary military romance, this Monday. This  is Todd and Ely’s super sizzling hot Christmas story after Taylor’s and Lexie’s wedding.  Dawne Dominique worked her cover magic again, with a holiday theme that reflects the story’s content so well. Check out the blurb below.

   Will Christmas bring a breakup or a new beginning for ex-Green Berets Ely Locklear and Todd Anderson? For Todd Anderson, a West Point graduate from a wealthy family, it was love at first sight. Living with Ely wasn’t easy, but it was the only life for him. When Ely plays too nice, Todd fears his partner—his first and only lover who introduced him to the gay lifestyle and sizzling hot sex—is preparing him for a Christmas breakup. Will this Christmas be their last together?

Ex-Green Beret Ely Locklear survived a childhood filled with poverty and abuse by building a wall around his heart. Although the millionaire entrepreneur has a family and partner who love him, the wall and rough edges remain. When his ward’s new Army Ranger husband shows him that loving someone isn’t a weakness, he wonders if it’s too late for a fresh start with his partner of two decades.

Click cover to read excerpt/buy. A short excerpt coming soon.  Rita

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Welcome, Author Jane Toombs

JanePorMulti-published author Jane Toombs visits the Holiday Celebration to share a poignant personal Christmas story from the past.  Jane, born in California, raised in Michigan’s Upper Peninsula, has returned “home” to live in the beautiful Upper Peninsula on the shore of Lake Superior–with the Viking from her past. Jane has five children, two stepchildren, seven grandchildren, a calico cat named Kinko and two computers. She’s the author of over eighty published books, both in paper and electronic.  These include the various romance genres–gothic, suspense, contemporary, historical, Regency and paranormal–as well as other genres such as mystery, fantasy and horror. Jane has used pseudonyms–Ellen Jamison, Diana Stuart, Olivia Sumner–but is now writing under her own name except for her Zebra/Pinnacle romances for which she uses Jane Anderson.


On Christmas Eve in 1933 , I was almost seven years old–I would be in just four more days. My folks had rented an old Victorian house where the stairs went up from the living room, creating a niche where my mother had placed a settee and a small end table with a lamp on it. This made a cozy spot for me to curl up in the evening and read. My cat at the time was a tom named Merriweather who, as usual, was purring by my feet while I read Millions Of Cats, my favorite library book.
The Christmas tree was up and decorated. I could see it from the settee and thought it was so beautiful. I was happy because my brother Knox, twenty years older than me, was coming tomorrow with his wife and their first baby, Kay Jane, who was now six months old. I thought she was the most beautiful baby in the world with her big blue eyes and bright red hair.
A neighbor’s little girl had just been killed after she ran into the street and a car she didn’t see hit her. For some reason I thought about how she would never see a Christmas tree this year. Which led to the realization that even if I lived to be old, some day I would die and never see another Christmas tree. I began to cry.
Nobody else was in the living room, so I sobbed until I remembered my redheaded little niece whose middle name was the same as mine. And I thought since she was younger than me, she’d still be alive to see Christmas trees after I was gone. For some reason that made me feel better and stopped my tears.
Three years ago, when I stood in the Catholic cemetery by Kay Jane’s grave, with her grandson playing taps on his trumpet, I remembered the time I was seven and was consoled by the fact she would outlive me to see Christmas trees. That was one of the saddest moments of my life.
It took me a few years to get through a Christmas without crying, but I finally wrote a short story about a girl whose grandmother died at Christmas and who took years to get over it. I called it Frozen Section and it will be out sometime in 2013 in a free multiple author anthology from Champagne Books.
Luckily writing can be cathartic.


The Christmas Catalyst

CLICK TO BUY FROM RED ROSE PUBLISHINGTHE CHRISTMAS CATALYST by Jane Toombs (Red Rose PublishingWhat can a ten-year-old girl do to improve this Christmas when her father will never be with them for Christmas again?  Christmas without him seems bleak, so she tries to befriend a homeless mutt, which her mother won’t let her keep. Then when she takes her grandmother to meet the man who moved into the cabin in the woods behind them, she finds he has adopted the dog which makes her happy. But why does her grandmother sort of adopt the man, inviting him for Christmas Dinner?

Click cover to buy from Red Rose Publishing ($1.99)

Visit Jane at http://www.janetoombs.com/

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Happy Christmas To All



Matthew 2:1-23   Now when Jesus was born in Bethlehem of Judaea in the days of Herod the king, behold, there came wise men from the east to Jerusalem. Saying, Where is he that is born King of the Jews? for we have seen his star in the east, and are come to worship him. When Herod the king had heard these things, he was troubled, and all Jerusalem with him.

And when he had gathered all the chief priests and scribes of the people together, he demanded of them where Christ should be born. And they said unto him, In Bethlehem of Judaea: for thus it is written by the prophet, And thou Bethlehem, in the land of Judah, art not the least among the princes of Judah: for out of thee shall come a Governor, that shall rule my people Israel.

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Then Herod, when he had privily called the wise men, inquired of them diligently what time the star appeared. And he sent them to Bethlehem, and said, Go and search diligently for the young child; and when ye have found him, bring me word again, that I may come and worship him also.

When they had heard the king, they departed; and, lo, the star, which they saw in the east, went before them, till it came and stood over where the young child was. When they saw the star, they rejoiced with exceeding great joy. And when they were come into the house, they saw the young child with Mary his mother, and fell down, and worshipped him: and when they had opened their treasures, they presented unto him gifts; gold, and frankincense, and myrrh.  

And being warned of God in a dream that they should not return to Herod, they departed into their own country another way. And when they departed, behold, the angel of the Lord appeareth to Joseph in a dream, saying, Arise, and take the young child and his mother, and flee into Egypt, and be thou there until I bring thee word: for Herod will seek the young child to destroy him.


When he arose, he took the young child and his mother by night, and departed into Egypt: And was there until the death of Herod: that it might be fulfilled which was spoken of the Lord by the prophet, saying, Out of Egypt have I called my son.

Then Herod, when he saw that he was mocked of the wise men, was exceeding wroth, and sent forth, and slew all the children that were in Bethlehem, and in all the coasts thereof, from two years old and under, according to the time which he had diligently inquired of the wise men. Then was fulfilled that which was spoken by Jeremiah the prophet, saying, In Rama was there a voice heard, lamentation, and weeping, and great mourning, Rachel weeping for her children, and would not be comforted, because they are not.

But when Herod was dead, behold, an angel of the Lord appeareth in a dream to Joseph in Egypt, Saying, Arise, and take the young child and his mother, and came into the land of Israel. But when he heard that Archelaus did reign in Judaea in the room of his father Herod, he was afraid to go thither: notwithstanding, being warned of God in a dream, he turned aside into the parts of Galilee: And he came and dwelt in a city called Nazareth: that it might be fulfilled with was spoken by the prophets, He shall be called Nazarene.

 Tomorrow, Author Celia Breslin       Merry Christmas!   Rita Bay

Note: The vintage Christmas card is from my family’s collection. The Ponders were relatives of my great-grandmother’s. Card is from the 1920s.  R

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