Congratulations to the winner of my It Had to Be You giveaway, Heather Young! Heather, you’ve won a $100 Visa cash card and copies of It Had to Be You and Take a Chance on Me! My assistant will be in touch with the details.
Just wanted to take this week’s blog post to thank you for all your support of It Had to be You! My publisher has been sending me reviews that have popped up over the past few weeks, and with each review I read, my smile grows wider and wider.
Happy news, my friends! I don’t know about you, but one of the things I love most about winter is being able to curl up by the fire with a good book. I have just the books for you—and even better, they’re on sale!
Darek Christiansen is almost a dream bachelor—oldest son in the large Christiansen clan,
Thanks to everyone who shared a time when they’ve taken a chance on someone (from this post)! Reading through your posts was so encouraging, and I wanted to share a few with you, including the winner’s post!
Speaking of which, the winner of a copy of Take a Chance on Me and a $50 gift card to Amazon,
Christmas is less than two weeks away.
With Thanksgiving falling so late, I’m feeling a little as if I’m on a toboggan, whooshing down a hill, headed for a jump—and I’m still trying to get my feet in the sled.
I’ll be honest. I probably won’t get any Christmas cards written.
How to be happy, a little more, every day.
Being a mother of grown children took me by surprise. One minute, they were on my lap, giving me gooey kisses. The next, driving away, waving, smart, beautiful, capable adults.
I’ve already mentioned how I felt a little duped by the fact that if I grew them up to be responsible children .
A hunky hockey player. A reporter. A mystery. You won’t want to miss It Had to be You! Here’s a sneak peek (and exciting news about bonus content):
Oh, and keep your eyes peeled . . . I’ll be announcing some fun book news on my blog later this month!
I have come upon a terrible truth.
A great parent trains their children to leave them.
I’m not sure why this didn’t click with me before. I mean, since birth—hello—my kids have been leaving me.
I tried—oh, I tried, to extract promises that they’d live with me forever. In fact,