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Happy Thoughts and Funky Socks with April Hollingworth

Today on Nitty Gritty Romance, we are wrapping up our Happiness for the Holidays series with the fabulous April Hollingworth! April shares what makes her happy during the holiday season, AND she shares an excerpt from her novella, BE MINE! YAY!!!! It’s putting me in the mood to start getting ready for Valentine’s Day! 😉

From April:

Happy Thoughts and Funky Socks by April Hollingworth

 Tis the season to be jolly, yet at times that’s not always possible, especially with work and life in general. For me, I wear funky socks. Especially to work. Nothing worse than going in and knowing you’ll probably have a not so great day, but if you check out your crazy socks, it’s not all bad when a smile blooms across your face.

Life is speeding by, faster and faster each year, but it’s the little things that keep us happy.

Most families have certain traditions they do over Christmas, in my family it’s Christmas stockings at the end of the bed, which are from Santa, and the presents under the tree are from those who love you.

img_0010Each person in my family receives a stocking, no matter what our age. A tradition started when I was thirteen. I can still hear the gasp and squeal of delight coming from my Mum when she found her stocking. Her eyes were huge as she rushed from her room to find myself and my eldest sister laughing in delight at her reaction. It’s one of my best memories ever, to be honest.

Strangely enough this was around the time that my love of funky socks came about too. I do believe it was striped socks in my stocking that started my funky socks love. Since then I’ve had Cow-Cow socks (they had cows all over them). Hot pink socks with mugs, toast and fried eggs. Minnie and Mickey Mouse, and lots more. It’s the little things in life that make a difference. A kind action. A smile of friendship or greeting. Wishing someone a wonderful day, and meaning it. For me it’s also my funky socks.

So Seasons Greeting, and wishing you all a wonderful Christmas and New Year. I hope that the end of this year will be cheerful, and the start of the New Year joyful. Look after yourselves and one another.

April

Beautifully said, April. Thank you!

And now, April shares an excerpt from her novella,

BE MINE (A Candy Hearts Romance)

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Christmas is a loud and boisterous affair. I spend it with Mark, Sally, and their family. Jonathan is there too, all in all twelve of us somehow squeeze into their parents house. It’s been years since I’ve last had a Christmas like this one, filled with love and laughter. It makes me feel peaceful which is almost laughable, since trying to find a quiet corner is practically impossible.

Throughout the day, Mark stays close to me. Making sure I’m okay and have anything I need. During the afternoon, he takes me for a walk, where we slip and slide on the ice, more than walk.

Snow coats the surrounding area, thick and beautiful, dressing the trees, buildings, and shrubs in a sparkling blanket. It’s surprising how much beauty is around when you’re happy, yet under different circumstances, the same scene can make you feel isolated and alone.

 

Want to read more? Me, too! You can find BE MINE at your favorite site, and here’s the link for Amazon

How about some more books by April?

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Different Kinds of Emotions ~ Poetry

Double Magick in the Falls (The Candi Reynolds Series, 1)

The Prophecy (The Candi Reynolds Series, 2)

The Protectors (The Candi Reynolds Series, 3) ~ Coming Soon

Be Mine (A Candy Hearts Romance)

 

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Website

Amazon

Facebook

 

 

 

 

Thanks, April! What a lovely way to lead us into the New Year!

Thanks for stopping by! Happy Reading!


Holiday Happiness with K.K. Weil!

Today on Nitty Gritty Romance, we are visiting with the wonderful, K.K. Weil! She’s here to tell us about her happiness during the holidays…

AND about her new release…

BETTER TO GIVE!

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From K.K.:

Happiness means different things to me depending on the time of year. Around the holidays, happiness is all about warmth, both emotional and physical. In December, happiness is snuggling in bed, reading Christmas picture books to my children. Even though my daughter is a tween, she loves our tradition and my kids trade off, taking turns to pick which book we’ll read each night. Happiness is holiday carols and egg nog. Happiness is driving around to check out the lights on people’s homes. Happiness is wrapping up in a blanket, reading a fantastic book. It’s watching my children have a ball playing in the snow (from my window, keeping warm, after spending an obligatory few minutes playing with them – for me, happiness is NOT playing in the snow. I’m always freezing.) It’s decorating Christmas cookies and gingerbread houses.

Happiness is Christmas Eve. It’s my children’s favorite night of the year. They love preparing for our company, setting tables and helping me cook appetizers. They wait all day for dozens of people to fill our home, and enjoy every second of the wonderful commotion. Watching them brings me back to my own childhood. Christmas Eve was my favorite night of the year, too.

Happiness in December is simple. It’s flavored coffee, a blazing fire and family. What else could I need?

Well, a new release makes me pretty happy, too. 🙂

Here’s a peek at my novella, Better to Give…

I needed some air. I just attacked a man for no good reason. Sure, one of his kids almost send Nora tumbling into a tree, but I could tell he was overwhelmed and I pounced anyway.

While his kids fought, the guy covered his face with his hands – the international sign for losing parental control. As he removed his hands, though, an awful thing happened. I got a good look at him and heat ran through every crevice of my body. No one should be as handsome as that guy was. Plus, I always had a thing for guys who were in over their heads, and he was definitely drowning with those kids.

I hadn’t reacted that way to a guy in a long time and I didn’t want to. My life was on track. I didn’t need some annoyingly smoky-hot, anti-super-dad screwing up my plans.

It was a problem because he clearly enjoyed the view, too. I knew what guys were thinking when they looked at me, and spoke to me, that way. When I mixed the way he was engrossed in me with my reaction to him, plans got derailed and things like Nora happened. Those smouldery guys don’t stick around once the Noras of the world arrive. So even though they’re still scorching hot, they no longer act like you are.

They disappear.

At least that was my experience. One I didn’t intend to repeat.

 

Sounds great, right…? Want more? Me, too! 

bettertogive_w10932_300For most people, the holidays are a time of warmth, happiness and celebration. But to Jenna Samuels, they mean only one thing. Mounting debt. A single mother, Jenna struggles to make ends meet and to her, it’s a season of excess and distress.

James Garrison is in over his head, too. His ex-wife said he wasn’t equipped to take care of his twins, and now that he’s got joint custody, he fears she was right. They’re wild, spoiled, and always fighting. When they knock Jenna’s daughter into the “Gifting Tree,”—a part of their town’s charity collection—the parents are immediately attracted to each other. But James has had his fill of cold women and Jenna won’t make the mistake of falling for another man who disappears when life gets too heavy.

As their paths cross, James and Jenna must decide whether first impressions are accurate, or if sometimes, people are not what you assume at all.

Where to purchase BETTER TO GIVE : 

Amazon

The Wild Rose Press

Nook

 

wishing-you

 

Happy Reading!


Make Your Holiday Happy!

Today on Nitty Gritty Romance, we are featuring the lovely Abigail Owen, who is sharing some ideas on Holiday Happiness!

PLUS! Read on to find out more about her new novella, Don’t Open Until Christmas !

 

Don’t Open Until Christmas is one of TEN novellas in the

HOME FOR THE HOLIDAYS anthology!

It looks great!

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From Abigail:

The holiday season is one of my favorite times of the year. I love the time spent with family. I love the music. I love the decorations. I love the food. I will admit, however, that I can’t stand the craziness. The number of events to squeeze into a short period of time. The pressure to get the right gifts, the right cards, the right…whatever. Particularly the scheduling though.

 My break from that insanity is…holiday romance novels. I know, I know. I’m promoting my own holiday romance. But let’s ignore that for a moment, because I really mean it. My mom used to put 1 or 2 new holiday romances in my stocking every year, and I always looked forward to reading them over Christmas break. Now, I start reading as soon as they come out. I They were, and still are, my escape from that crazy part of the holidays that drives me bananas.

 

Here’s a little something about, DON’T OPEN UNTIL CHRISTMAS !

 Ashley Hughes would love to cancel Christmas this year. Her holiday plans involve a wedding–her twin sister to her ex-boyfriend. To add to the holiday cheer, the big event is being held in the small Texas town where they all grew up together.

Then rumor links her romantically with her high school tormentor, Ryan McAdams–when what she’d prefer to do is deck his halls–and things get complicated. But the more time they spend together, the more Ashley finds herself wishing Ryan was her present waiting under the tree Christmas morning.

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Don’t Open Until Christmas is 1 of 10 fantastic  novellas in the multi-author contemporary romance anthology, HOME FOR THE HOLIDAYS!

10 New York Times, USA Today, and International bestsellers have teamed up to bring a little heat to the winter holidays. Billionaires, Brother’s Best Friends, and Old Boyfriends abound in this treasure trove of contemporary romance tales, and whether these couples are snowbound or spending the holiday in the sun, there’s one thing they all agree on–there’s no place like home for the holidays.

Don’t Open Until Christmas – excerpt !

 “Ashley Hughes?” a female voice squealed from her right.

Let the bullshit begin. “Mandy Walker!” Ashley could do the bubbly girl thing when required. “It’s been ages. How are you?”

The blonde valedictorian of their senior class held up her left hand sporting an obnoxiously large diamond. “Married.”

“Let me guess? Jason Hubbard?” The two had been high school sweethearts, so figuring that one out didn’t exactly require a PhD.

Mandy laughed. “Who else?”

“You look fantastic. Marriage must agree with you.”

“You look great too.” Mandy sobered and Ashley braced herself for what she suspected was coming. “Although I expected this to be your bachelorette party.” A concerned light dulled Mandy’s green eyes and her pouty pink lips turned down. “How are you handling Taylor marrying Eric?”

Ashley pretended not to notice the downshift in mood. “I’m thrilled for them. They make each other happy.” Both true statements. Problem was no one seemed inclined to believe her about the first bit.

Mandy, sweet but not the brightest bulb in the box with social cues, didn’t take the hint. “But you must be disappointed. Everyone expected you and Eric to marry. When they announced their engagement last summer, it was such a shock.”

To everyone except Ashley. Granted, the engagement happened faster than she anticipated, but she’d known. “Oh, things were over between me and Eric before then.”

Mandy patted her arm. “Of course, honey. Way to stay strong.”

Ashley idly wondered if a bullhorn might get the message through. But, while the mental image of blowing back Mandy’s over-teased hairdo with the sound filled her with wicked humor, Ashley decided against it. Where would she find a bullhorn in a bar anyway? Besides, a long time ago, she’d come to the conclusion that the louder you defended yourself against small-town gossip, the more people talked.

Luckily, Bud chose that moment to hand her an ice-cold glass of beer. She tipped it toward the other woman. “See you around, Mandy.”

She spun around and smacked into a wall of muscle, her beer sloshing all over her hand.

“Sorry.” Ashley stumbled back, shook off her hand, and checked her outfit hadn’t suffered any damage. Satisfied she’d survived, she directed her gaze up, way up, into amused brown eyes bracketed by laugh lines.

“Oh, no. Not you,” she groaned. Apparently, Lady Luck, that fickle bitch, had completely abandoned her tonight.

She could deal with the stares and pretend sympathy from nearly everyone else, but not from Ryan McAdams.

If anything, his grin grew. “Nice to see you too, Hughes.”

“It’s Ashley.” Not that he ever listened before. He’d called her by her last name for ten years. Ever since they were fifteen. She waved her free hand as if shooing away an annoying fly. “Why don’t you go away.”

“How about a dance?”

“Did someone drop you as a baby?”

Okay. Low blow. She knew his dad had done that and still felt awful about it.

To her consternation he ignored her and plucked the beer out of her hand to set it on the bar. “Watch this for her, Bud?”

“Hey!” Ashley protested.

The bartender gave him that head nod guys used. “You got it, Ryan.”

Traitor.

Ignoring her grumble of protest, Ryan grabbed her hand and led her to the dance floor. A slow two-step started, and he pulled her into his arms.

Nope. Nope. Nope. I am not slow dancing with Ryan McAdams. She pulled back. “Let’s wait for the next song.”

 

Ooooooo!!! Sounds great, right? Where to buy?

Amazon

Barnes and Noble

Kobo

What a GREAT holiday gift for yourself or any romance lover in your life!

All 10 novellas for 99 CENTS! WOW!!!!

This is on my Christmas list! 

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A little something about Abigail:

meAward-winning paranormal and contemporary romance author, Abigail Owen was born in Greeley, Colorado, and resides in Austin, Texas, with her husband and two adorable children who are the center of her universe.

Abigail grew up consuming books and exploring the world through her writing. A fourth generation graduate of Texas A&M University, she attempted to find a practical career related to her favorite pastime by earning a degree in English Rhetoric (Technical Writing). However, she swiftly discovered that writing without imagination is not nearly as fun as writing with it.

Where to find Abigail:

Website & Blog | Facebook | Twitter | Pinterest 

Happy Reading!

 


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