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Go to Romance Alley on Sunday September 27th...And find out what you need to do - to be eligible to win a download of Trust Your Heart....The Contest will run Sunday September 27th thru Columbus Day, October 12th.





"Trust Your Heart" excerpt...

"Trust Your Heart" excerpt...

Hello... I'm so excited about my new release...

Trust Your Heart available at The Wild Rose Press...or... christinecolumbus.net


The rehearsed lines vanished as my vision drank in the sight of a drop-dead gorgeous man three feet from me. I sucked in my stomach and stood taller. My professional demeanor wrestled with curiosity as I strained to keep my gaze on his handsome face. Inquisitiveness won.
Broad shoulders, flat stomach, strong, muscular legs, polished shoes and large hands—
“Excuse me, miss. If you’re quite done, I’m looking for Mr. Humphrey’s office.”
A trace of laughter filled his deep, sensual voice. My eyes widened. “David Lindstrom?”
His gaze narrowed. “Michelle Mason?”
My heart thumped. The handsome man in front of me was David. He looked different from the teenager who had shared a locker beside mine for four years. Back then, he wore nothing but faded denim overalls, white stained t-shirts, work boots and a baseball cap, but the smile was the same.
He clasped my hand and drew me closer.
I leaned close and sniffed twice. He certainly didn’t smell like the farm boy who came to school more times than not smelling like manure. His scent was clean, crisp and all male. “You smell wonderful.”
His arms wrapped around me, and his chest rumbled with laughter. “You were always the honest one.”
The warmth of his embrace was like chocolate to a dieter, and my arms tightened possessively. Guilt and the desire to take a little nibble had me rocking back and forth in his embrace. His arms tightened.
Strength and the comfort were the two words that came to mind as the tension drained from my muscles and my head fell wearily to his shoulder. Sweet, farm boy David rubbed my back, his breath was warm and suddenly thoughts of comfort spun out of control and images of his hands roaming over my body, his lips kissing me.

Suddenly Fall

One moment, it's spring...the next autumn.

Time ... I remember my son asking, "Your minutes or my minutes?"

"What are you talking about. All minutes are the same," I said.

He shook his head. "No, they're not. When you tell me you'll be with me in a minute. Those are the long minutes. When you tell me I have five minutes before it's time for bed. Those are short minutes."

He of course was right... not all minutes are the same, but I try to enjoy them all.

There was a brief moment when I felt like I had been kicked to the curb....

But...After hearing my prose read at Bloomington Art Center... and having the gentleman next to me lean over with program in hand and say, "Can I have your autograph?" I realize...it's just a shift in prospective. Enjoy.

A Little Water

"How little is water?" My son asked sitting in a bathtub filled with plastic boats.
"It's as small as rain,” I explained.
"Pouring from the sky in a thunderstorm." His voice boomed as his feet turned the tepid bath water into crashing waves, sinking half his fleet.
Shaking my head like a dog emerging from a lake. "As small as a raindrop in a gentle spring shower, clinging to a shiny green leaf--"
“Eaten by a big fat green caterpillar that gulps down all the leaves before crashing down to the ground.” His palm smacked the surface sending a spray of water.
Eyebrows popped up like umbrellas, hands flayed like windshield wipers, but still I got wet. “As small as a tear from an orange monarch--”
“Butterfly stuck to a claw of an angry bear.” His arms and hands thrashed. “The bear can’t shake the honey or the butterfly off his paw. The harder he tries, the madder he gets.” Soap, suds and toys scattered.
Suddenly the whirling winds ceased like a summer storm and calm was restored to the water.
My son glanced around. “How can something so little be this messy?”

A Minnesota Corn Dog


Bloomington Theatre and Art Center
Literary Council presents

Waters: a fusion of music,
dance, art and spoken word

Sept 11, 12 - 7:30 pm
Sept 13, 2:00 pm

Black Box Theatre
Bloomington Center for the Arts
1800 W Old Shakopee Road
Bloomington, MN

Admission: Adults - $18
Seniors - $16
Students - $14

www.bloomingtonartcenter.com
952-563-8575

What's a Radler ?


In Germany, I drank a Radler, although I thought everyone was saying "Rattler"

What is a Radler?
A beverage that is a half-and-half mix of blond lager (usually Pils or Helles) and lemonade. This drink originated in Bavaria in the early 20th century.

I think Leinenkugels - Summer Shandy taste a lot like a Radler/Rattler

And if you want to make your own...

Ingredients

1 tall glass Fill 1/2 the glass with beer - ADD carbonated lemon-lime beverage (7-up or Sprite) or you can substitute lemonade Drink....


Guaranteed Sterile Unless Opened or Damaged


Guaranteed Sterile Unless Opened – this is what was printed on the outside of a Band-Aid (of course not a brand named Band Aid) just adhesive tape with a rectangular patch of gauze – the color of the tape would match silly putty, so if you ever have a ball of silly putty with a wound in the shape of a rectangle – I have the band aid for you – of course if you open the package I can’t guarantee it will be sterile.

So, I figure it’s safe to say that this is post is guarantee amusing unless anyone reads it or damages it in any way, shape of form.

Hope everyone had a safe and happy 4th of July…and with the amount of fireworks being shot off – for some it might have been the $th of July.

The Winner Is....

Kytaira... Congrats

Check Back Monday for Blah Blog...(right here...at Discover a New World of Romance) Just what everyone needs - Words of Wisdom to start the Week...

Like what in the heck is PPMM?

STOP and Smell The Roses...

As of Today

Everything I Need To Know
- I've Learned -
Of Course I'm 50 not 16

So this time it's different.

It's easier to be an Aunt than a Mom,

Laughter is the best medicine - there are no deductible or co-pays.

If you're not a brain surgeon or a pilot
- it's only key-strokes, copies and Hello's
or Heat Brown Water, donuts and napkins.
At the end of the day - Nobody is dead.

Finally...

Big Hands and Big Feet - only mean Big Gloves and Big Shoes.

Leave a comment for your chance to win the following downloads: Coffee and Love To Go, Uncle Mike's Love and Christmas Mischief

I will draw a winner from those who leave a comment on my blog. Please check back tomorrow to see if you're the Lucky One...

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www.KyAnnWaters.blogspot.com


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WIS RWA



Getting together with fellow writers...is always a reason to Celebrate...

Other Reasons for Celebrating...

I had to go to work this morning... I'm employed, getting a paycheck and living the dream...

I still have ten pounds to lose... I'm health and being 10 pounds over my normal weight means I can still fit into my clothes...they are tight, but at least I don't have to go out and buy new things...beside you never know when an ad might appear - Needed Woman to Stress Test Zippers... I've got experience.

And it's raining...(I hate watering the flower and vegetable gardens) I also hate doing dishes and laundry... I wonder if I could set the basket of dirty clothes out on the front steps along with the dirty dishes?

Still fun... even when it;s legal


When I was young my brother and I would illegally race mini bikes up and down the alleys in Minneapolis. Hoping no one would call the cops…

And this morning driving my scooter (big mini bike) to work – I passed a cop, flashed a smile and thought…It’s amazing how things have changed.

I still can’t believe that having this much fun is legal.

Thought for the Day:


Sometimes it's best to keep an eye on the situation...a low profile, unassuming pose and wait and see if anything develops.

When someone complains instead of jumping in with suggestions, or pointing out to them that they have nothing to complain about, or becoming defensive… take a lesson from Ruth, just sit and listen to all they have to say without interrupting, without telling them how to fix it, just wait until they have finished saying everything they want to say…and then decide if you should bark, wag your tail or just keep an eye on the situation.

Stop and Smell the Roses Blog Bouquet

As of Today

Everything I Need To Know
- I've Learned -
Of Course I'm 50 not 16

So this time it's different.

It's easier to be an Aunt than a Mom,

Laughter is the best medicine - there are no deductible or co-pays.

If you're not a brain surgeon or a pilot
- it's only key-strokes, copies and Hello's
or Heat Brown Water, donuts and napkins.
At the end of the day - Nobody is dead.

Finally...

Big Hands and Big Feet - only mean Big Gloves and Big Shoes.

Leave a comment for your chance to win the following downloads: Coffee and Love To Go, Uncle Mike's Love and Christmas Mischief

I will draw a winner from those who leave a comment on my blog. Please check back tomorrow to see if you're the Lucky One...

For more chances to win visit the following authors...

www.AnnWhitaker.blogspot.com

www.bethcaudill.blogspot.com

www.blog.skhyemoncrief.com

www.catemasters.blogspot.com

www.donnamichaelsauthor.blogspot.com


www.eroticcravings.blogspot.com


www.happyendingsblog.com

www.KyAnnWaters.blogspot.com


www.laurirobinson.blogspot.com


www.lindabanche.blogspot.com


www.lynnreynolds.blogspot.com

www.marywritesromance.blogspot.com

www.melanieatkins.wordpress.com


www.missmaesite.blogspot.com

www.nicolemccaffrey.blogspot.com

www.plparker.blogspot.com

www.roniadams.blogspot.com

www.sherilewiswohl.wordpress.com


www.skypuringtonwrites.blogspot.com

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