Mug Shot: Dog Mug

 

This is just a good reminder. I'm currently dogless myself--but we won't talk about that. My grandson has a new puppy, and that's a much happier topic--although, since I've only spent a couple of hours with the newbie, I don't have much to report back on. Yes, it's another Frenchie and obviously he's adorable. And for my grandson, the timing was perfect, he was missing his last dog so much. 

For me, it's still too soon. I'm still mourning my own pups AND my late grandpup, and haven't reached the stage where I'm open to another. Also, given the recent die-off among my cousins, I'm not sure how kind it would be to form a bond with a dog who might outlive me. Yes, I said it. 

When my sister broke the news about our cousin, two of my four siblings were attending "celebrations of life" for someone else. That's a lot of death...which was not what this post was supposed to be about. 

Anyway, puppies are cute and we should all try and be better people. lol!

Mug Shot: Poolside Mug

 

This is another thrift store find. I couldn't resist the pool vibes. Does anything say summer more than a pool? I don't think so. My son just had a pool put in (no, this is not his pool) and we've all been enjoying it very much. 

I grew up with a pool in my backyard, but in my adult life, pools have been hit or miss. We're just not stable people. But I love swimming (Pisces girl over here) and I look forward to making it more of a habit...one of these days. 

It's actually funny, but I don't think I write a lot of pool scenes.  I can't understand why. But here's a teeny excerpt from Sea Change, which at least mentions a pool in passing (literally). And hey, there's a cool pool on the cover!

It was late afternoon when they returned to the ship, still early enough that they had time for a pre-dinner cocktail on deck after they’d changed into their evening wear.

Cara sipped her virgin margarita and leaned on the rail, sighing sadly as she watched Avalon sink slowly into the sunset and out of sight. “I’d love to come back here, sometime,” she said wistfully.

Liam smiled at her. “Well, let’s plan to. Maybe this Summer we can sneak away for a long weekend.”

“Yeah,” she agreed softly. “Maybe.” That’s if they were still even speaking by then.

It was formal night and Liam looked heart-stoppingly handsome in his rented tux; at least that’s what Cara assumed the problem was, the reason why, every time she looked at him, she felt an aching wrench in her chest. When it was time to go in to dinner he held out his arm and she hesitated only briefly before she took it. For once, her body seemed willing to cooperate with her need to be close to him. Probably just trying to stay warm, she thought. The breeze up on deck wasn’t exactly cold, but it sliced right through the chiffon of her wrap and she was more grateful than usual for the warmth Liam offered.

Cara glanced longingly at the pool as they passed it. It had been so long since she’d been swimming, since she’d submerged herself in water and felt it flow over her, felt it caressing her skin. Maybe later, after dinner when everyone was busy elsewhere, she’d sneak back up...or no. She couldn’t do that, could she? She and Liam had other plans for after dinner. Plans that still caused a jittery, frightened sensation in the pit of her stomach and left her wondering how she’d manage to eat even a bite of dinner.

 

SEA CHANGE

An Oberon Sequel Novella   

https://books2read.com/Sea-Change-Oberon

 

In this sequel to the Oberon series (and yes, you'll probably want to read that first) Cara and Liam are still trying to find their footing on the sometimes rocky road to happily ever after...

When the going gets tough...the tough go cruising?

Love is supposed to overcome any obstacles—that’s what Cara always thought. But when love alone is not enough to help her overcome the trauma in her past, she knows it’s time to get creative.

Surely a change of scenery would help. A week at sea—new faces, new places, a fresh start with no expectations—how could that be anything but fun? At least that’s what her boyfriend Liam thinks when he books them on a romantic cruise vacation along the California coast.

Cara’s not so sure. She thinks the trip is likely to be a lot of things—memorable, life altering, a turning point. Fun isn’t one of them.

But, with so much at stake, and a New Year fast approaching, there’s only one thing the two of them can agree on: they’re both willing to try just about anything to make love last.

Mug Shot: Fathers Day Mug

 

So, this is a mug I had made for my husband a verrrrry long time ago, when are kids were as pictured on the mug. It's faded considerably over the years. My daughter's skin was not yellow, her dress was pink, and my son was wearing a DARK green shirt. 

Crazy right? 

Oh, and also, the type in the picture below? Yeah, those were primary colors once upon a time. 

Speaking of my son, he's a dad himself now, and his son is SUCH a mini-me that I'm not always sure whose photo I'm looking at. 

Mug Shot: Wine Lover's Mug

 

Did we miss the fact that I had a book release recently? Or that the book (really books) in question are all about wine? No, probably not. Anyway, that's why I'm posting this now. 

The books are great. I don't say that lightly, like most authors I know, we tend to have a love/hate relationship with our books. Sometimes all we see are the flaws. But I'm happy with this one, and love the two books that come before it, so... Yay!

But this mug--how fun is this? And that's kind of me, I guess. Check out my Rhymes With Foreplay blog where every Wednesday I blog about what wine I'm drinking. 

And check out the POUR DECISIONS series while you're at it.

https://books2read.com/Pour-Decisions

Mug Shot: Paso Robles General Store

 

So last week I posted about my love for enamel camp mugs--especially the blue speckled kind, so this week's mug should not be a surprise. I mean...other than the fact that it's actually ceramic and DOESN'T (usually) get too hot to handle. 

This is (obviously) from Paso Robles, which is one of my favorite places that I've lived. It was like Oberon come to life--but with more wine. One of the houses we lived in there had been built for Frank and Jesse James' uncle. It backed onto an old growth forest, and was only three blocks from the downtown square. There was rumored to be a hidden tunnel in the basement, which we never did find. There were also FOUR fireplaces, two roof decks, a wraparound porch, a butler's pantry...GAH! I loved that house. Sadly, it was damaged in the earthquake that hit there twenty-something years ago and was rebuilt. Which is not the same at all.

I still miss that house. 

NEW RELEASE! Que Será, Syrah (PG Forte)

 

Que Será, Syrah

By PG Forte

https://books2read.com/Que-Sera-Syrah

They may be keeping secrets and telling lies, but a little white wine never hurt anyone.​

Allegra

It’s not every day that you inherit one-third of a winery. I should be on top of the world, floating on Cloud Wine, as they say. Instead, don’t you just know it? I’m about to make one of the biggest mistakes of my life. And that’s saying something. My family has always viewed me as something of a screw-up, not always fairly. But in this case? They’re not only dead right about me messing things up; they don’t even know the half of it. Yet.

Complicating my quest to redeem myself, earn my sisters’ respect, and help them turn our winery into a straight fire success, is my low-key relationship with Sheriff’s Deputy Clay Romero. Sure, there are risks involved in sleeping with the enemy, but ‘what’s meant to be will find a way,’ right? And whether Clay believes it or not, I know we’re fated. With a capital F.

Clay

We’re Capital F somethin’ all right; but I don’t think it’s fate. Ever since Legs (AKA Allegra Martinelli) blew back into town, I’ve been flirting with disaster. Literally. I doubt that woman’s ever met a rule that she didn’t want to at least bend. And, as luck would have it, it’s my job to try and stop her. I love my job, and I think I love her. But there’s not enough wine in Napa to convince me that I’ll be able to hang on to them both. 

Legs keeps likening us to Romeo and Juliet.  And as I keep trying to remind her; that kind of story tends not to end well. I’m sure there are exceptions, but are we gonna be one of them? I guess we’ll find out.

OR BUY THE SERIES:

POUR DECISIONS

https://books2read.com/Pour-Decisions

Meet the Martinelli sisters: Rosa, Bianca and Allegra. These partners in wine have just inherited a once-storied winery in the heart of Napa Valley. They’re living the dream, right?

Not so fast! Because, as it turns out, not everybody is happy for them. And that includes their Uncle Geno who’d assumed the property would come to him.

There are hoops to jump through, barrels to get over, and a mountain of regulations they'll have to scale. But these sisters are crushing it—and we don’t just mean the grapes. They’re making wine, falling in love, and working together to restore their inheritance to its former glory, one pour decision at a time.

Mug Shot: Probably Wine

I think we always knew I'd end up with at least one of these mugs, right? And given that it's an enamel camp mug that gets stupidly hot when you fill it with coffee or hot tea or cocoa or soup or oatmeal or whatever hot food/liquid you might actually want to drink while camping, I probably AM going to use it for wine ninety percent of the time. Or, some other cold liquid. Or ice cream.

I used to love camping. Haven't been in a REALLY long while, but I am romantically attached to enamel camp mugs. I LOVE the way they look and feel and hate that they get too hot to hold. So, yeah: WINE.

And, speaking of wine, Que Será, Syrah releases tomorrow!!

Que Será, Syrah

By PG Forte

https://books2read.com/Que-Sera-Syrah

They may be keeping secrets and telling lies, but a little white wine never hurt anyone.​

Allegra

It’s not every day that you inherit one-third of a winery. I should be on top of the world, floating on Cloud Wine, as they say. Instead, don’t you just know it? I’m about to make one of the biggest mistakes of my life. And that’s saying something. My family has always viewed me as something of a screw-up, not always fairly. But in this case? They’re not only dead right about me messing things up; they don’t even know the half of it. Yet.

Complicating my quest to redeem myself, earn my sisters’ respect, and help them turn our winery into a straight fire success, is my low-key relationship with Sheriff’s Deputy Clay Romero. Sure, there are risks involved in sleeping with the enemy, but ‘what’s meant to be will find a way,’ right? And whether Clay believes it or not, I know we’re fated. With a capital F.

Clay

We’re Capital F somethin’ all right; but I don’t think it’s fate. Ever since Legs (AKA Allegra Martinelli) blew back into town, I’ve been flirting with disaster. Literally. I doubt that woman’s ever met a rule that she didn’t want to at least bend. And, as luck would have it, it’s my job to try and stop her. I love my job, and I think I love her. But there’s not enough wine in Napa to convince me that I’ll be able to hang on to them both. 

Legs keeps likening us to Romeo and Juliet.  And as I keep trying to remind her; that kind of story tends not to end well. I’m sure there are exceptions, but are we gonna be one of them? I guess we’ll find out.

OR BUY THE SERIES:

POUR DECISIONS

https://books2read.com/Pour-Decisions

Meet the Martinelli sisters: Rosa, Bianca and Allegra. These partners in wine have just inherited a once-storied winery in the heart of Napa Valley. They’re living the dream, right?

Not so fast! Because, as it turns out, not everybody is happy for them. And that includes their Uncle Geno who’d assumed the property would come to him.

There are hoops to jump through, barrels to get over, and a mountain of regulations they'll have to scale. But these sisters are crushing it—and we don’t just mean the grapes. They’re making wine, falling in love, and working together to restore their inheritance to its former glory, one pour decision at a time.