Lucky in Love? Well, are you? It’s a time of luck and wealth…or not. With each romance we find ourselves in a new world of love and memories. Are these just by chance? Is it luck? Welcome to your second annual Lucky in Love Blog Hop where we want to hear about your love, your romance, and how much you love St. Patrick’s Day!!! Are you wearing green? Ready to get pinched…or wait…do you like that?
Almost 300 bloggers have giveaways and posts about those men we love!
We have TWO grand prizes. You as a reader can go to EACH blog and comment with your email address and be entered to win. Yep, you can enter over 200 times!
Now what are those prizes?
1st Grand Prize: A $100 Amazon or B&N Gift Card
2nd Grand Prize: A Swag Pack that contains paperbacks, ebooks, 50+ bookmarks, cover flats, magnets, pens, coffee cozies, and more!
I will also be giving an ARC copy of my upcoming release Heartstrings to one lucky poster!
Back in 1989 while attending a branch campus of Penn State University, I was set up on a blind date. On Valentine’s Day. By the boy I was madly crushing on.
No, it wasn’t with him.
It was with one of his friends. I knew most of the guys he sat with. The school was mostly attended by commuter students and we all hung out in the student union building between classes, drinking cheap watered down soda from the vending machine and filling up on greasy pizza. I loved this because I met so many people. I was an education major, the guys I befriended, quite by accident through a mutual education major, were all associate degree engineering majors. My crush said I knew the guy he thought was perfect for me. That I’d met him. He didn’t hang out with the rest of the engineering students because he lived in one of the two dorms on campus.
Nope, I had no idea who he was.
The plan was for my friend to bring this blind date out to my home town. The local hang out was a pizza place and was where almost everyone for the past 40 or so years have gone after the high school football games. My friend, although not from my home town, knew of the place and agreed to meet me there with his friend.
I almost stood them–him–up.
When I met the man who would become my husband four and half years later, I was a bit surprised. He was shy and quiet, and I’ll admit I talked mostly with our mutual friend. But the next day, he came to the student union building after his classes and we all had lunch together. And then we started to get to know each other… Well, sort of.
For the first month that I knew him, I thought his last name was Smith. I also thought he was a year older. Let me explain. Albert was a sophomore, I was a freshman. And his friends all called him Smith. I came to find out later, he’s only four days older than me. He started school when he was only four years old. The reason they called him Smith was because his last name is Ellwood–which is a common first name where I’m from. His wonderful friends thought he needed a last name…LOL
We dated for the rest of his sophomore year and for an extra semester. He graduated in December. I had two and half more years of college. Most of the rest of our relationship was built while apart. I still have the letters he’d sent me and he still has the ones I’d sent him. We ran up long phone bills and he came to see me whenever he got a chance to get off work. It wasn’t easy, but we endured.
We were married in August 1993. I won’t say it’s always been easy, but I still feel lucky to have found him.
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He’s determined to set things right, no matter the cost.
The last person Abby Crawford wants to face down is country music superstar Seth Kendall. Last time she did, she flat-out lied so he’d go to Nashville without her. She’s never understood why their mutual best friend proposed, but she went with it so her baby wouldn’t be fatherless. Now she’s a divorced mother of a teenager, and secretly Seth’s biggest fan.
Seth is home in McAllister, Texas for his father’s funeral…and a chance to meet the daughter he’s never known. He’s willing to face the music of his own making and admit he’s known about his little girl all along. For fifteen years he’s kept his distance because Abby told him to follow his dreams without her, insisting she didn’t love him. But now he won’t leave until he knows his daughter and she knows him, even if it means facing the woman who broke his heart for good.
Confessing she’s lied about her daughter’s paternity all these years won’t be easy for Abby, especially with her ex blackmailing her to keep the secret. And Seth doesn’t know the hardest truth of all: Every love song he plays on his guitar still plucks her heartstrings.
CONTENT WARNING: Spicy sex.
Seth leaned in. His lips were close enough to kiss, and his scent of sandalwood and something exotic enveloped her, taking her back to that night on the beach. His eyes flashed with the dangerous fire of his temper. It was similar to the flame of the passion she’d once seen in the green depths. Abby didn’t expect or want the heat curling in her belly, and shivered with a sudden and fierce desire.
“I’m her father, Abigail. I wanted to be her father after she was born. It was you and Mike who insisted I had no business messing things up.”
“I never said any such thing. You never tried. You just left.”
He pounded a fist on the counter top so hard she jumped. “Yes, I left! I wasn’t welcome at home. Dad ran me off with a shotgun. Mike wouldn’t even let me see my daughter. He made it quite clear you and he were happily married, and I had no place in your life. I was under contract to be in Nashville to start recording my first album.”
What did he mean, Mike wouldn’t let him see Emily?
Before she had a chance to voice her question, his eyes darkened as the pupils dilated, obscuring the stormy green. “But I’m no longer nineteen and scared shitless. I could make things very rough for you and this fantasy you’ve got working.”
A cold lump quickly replaced the tangle of heat in her belly. “What-what do you mean?”
He backed off and tapped the countertop. “I’m talking a custody battle. I could have a judge order a paternity test. I think we both know the media hoopla the results would cause.”
Her heart slammed into her chest wall. “You wouldn’t do that.”
“Try me. Now that I’ve met Emily, I want to get to know her.” He walked over to look out the kitchen window. The hard line of his jaw melted, and he swallowed so hard his throat moved up and down. “I was a fool when I let Mike talk me out of being in her life after she was born.”
“What do you mean?”
He glanced at her. “Don’t pretend you don’t know.”
The strings of guitar music provided a soft counterpoint to the hard tension in the kitchen. Emily was outside on the patio playing around with her guitar, waiting for them to finish with the dishes she and Seth had insisted on doing.
“All I want is to have some time with my daughter. That’s all I’m asking for.” When he looked over his shoulder at her, sadness replaced the anger in his eyes. “I’ll keep your little secret. I’ll just be her favorite singer. The family friend who made it big in Nashville. I don’t want to hurt her. As much as it galls the hell out of me, I see what Mike means to her.”
He moved toward her and shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans. “Besides, I don’t want to hurt Carolann or Frank any more than you do.” He glanced outside again, his voice husky as he spoke. “But I’ll sue you if I have to.”
A part of her wanted to give in to him, but a larger part wanted to punish him. Let him take her to court; she’d make sure the world knew what kind of jerk Seth Kendall really was.
She gritted her teeth and fisted her hands by her sides. “I’ll let you have tonight, Seth. But don’t ask for more.”
She turned away and strode through the French doors.