Wednesday, February 27, 2013


Just to remind you:

Today and tomorrow will be the last day to comment with the word 'earring' in your post to have a chance to win these earrings.

I'm putting the giveaway on hiatus for a while after this month. It has brought some more traffic to my blog, but I'm not sure how much. Anyway, looks like we're going to be moving--yes again!--and I'll be pretty busy  with other things. But maybe this fall, I might bring it back. We'll see.

Anyway, here are this month's pair you might win:

These would be perfect for the formal dinners the Warwicks host in WARWICKS OF SLUMBER MOUNTAIN.

Although I have a similar pair I wear with jeans so it depends on the person, I suspect.

Saturday, February 23, 2013


Setting off again for north Georgia. We plan to visit relatives, go to the shooting range, and see our tax guy.

Yes, the dreaded income tax deadline is getting nearer. We heard the IRS didn't have its computers tuned up for the latest tax changes at the first of the year, so we've put it off. I hope they're ready for us now.

I took a course in figuring income taxes once and vowed never again. It seems to me, if we have to give up part of our income to it, the government could make the whole thing easier. Like just taking our blood to sell or something.

But then I guess the CPA's and tax firms like H&R Block and Hewlett Jackson would be out of business. Not to mention all the government employees.

Oh, wait! Then we'd have to pay to support them!

Never mind.

And here are the babies, crushed that we're leaving them. They actually woke up from their nap long enough for me to record their devastation.

Not. They're looking forward to seeing the catsitter. She thinks they're perfect.

Wednesday, February 20, 2013


This is just to remind everyone I'm giving away another pair of earrings this month.

This has been an experiment to see if the giveaway each month generated more traffic on my blog. As far as I can tell, it doesn't seem to have made any difference. So this is likely the last month for a chance at free earrings!

Just comment with the word 'earrings' in the post to be entered!  Here are the ones available this month!

And here's a link to the Etsy store they come from:

Sunday, February 17, 2013


We went up to Fort Frederica yesterday to see the reenactors walking around and talking about the colonial history of the area. At one time we were the southern outpost, or frontier, of Georgia. But I won't get into that. It was cold and threatening to rain so we didn't stay long, but I have some pix of the reenactors.

Let's start off with a picture of a street sign. Frederica was laid out very neatly with nice straight streets and alleys. Now the signs are about all that's left to mark where they were, although they do keep the remains mowed.

And I need to make it clear these people don't call themselves reenactors; they call themselves living history. This General Oglethorpe pretender was in a rather heated discussion with a visitor regarding the reason for John Wesley's hurried flight from Georgia. The visitor said he was run off; Oglethorpe said he left on his own. I didn't dally in case they came to fisticuffs!

These are some soldiers huddled around a fire. They needed it today, too. I was turning blue.

And some more soldiers under a tent. It wasn't nearly as cozy as the open-air fire, to my way of thinking.

This one is of a soldier, an Indian, and a woman. They had a varied assortment of people at Frederica. The Indian Mary Musgrove lived in her own tabby house here. Charles Wesley (John's brother) stayed here, too, but was accused of adultery and left pretty quickly.

This last picture is of a Scot. The Scots were the backbone of the Frederica settlement. This one, he explained to us, was called a "pretty man." Nope, not because of his looks, though he's certainly a handsome fellow. Seems a "pretty man" means a man who's armed to the teeth. And he was! You can see the dirk handle sticking out from his coat on his right side and one of his two pistols on his left. There's also a sword on the left that we saw, although the picture doesn't show it. And his concealed knife was at his back under his coat. So he was indeed a "pretty man" arms wise!

All in all, a good day, even with the cold and raindrops!

Monday, February 11, 2013


The weather -- with apologies to the northeast -- is perfect down here! Temps in the sixties, mostly sunny! We rode around the island yesterday with the top down.

This morning, our usual walk took us out of the complex. See the azaleas at the street? All over the complex, they're blooming. They must think it's spring, but I'm afraid they're going to be surprised in a few days!

So then we walked on down by Mallery Cafe, through the Village, and down to the pier. No big ships in sight but the tide was near high. Took a couple of shots of water dashing on the Johnson rocks. There was practically no wind today, but since the highest point on the island is nineteen feet above sea level -- the average is nine feet -- it's kind of scary to imagine what some really big winds would do to us.

And if you're wondering why they're called Johnson rocks, it seems that they were brought in during President Johnson's administration to keep the beach from further erosion!

Friday, February 8, 2013


My latest romantic mystery INTIMATE PORTRAITS is free for Kindles from today until Tuesday, February 12th.

Here's the link:

A growing reputation as a sensual photographer. A new superstar client. Autumn Merriwell’s career is set to soar—assuming she lives long enough.

When Autumn was seventeen, Rennie Degardovera gently rejected her advances. At thirty, she’s no longer a na├»ve girl barreling headlong into love. But his return brings up all the old feelings.

Rennie may be a college professor now, but he’s still all wrong for Autumn. His mother is her housekeeper; he eats off paper plates and visits Mexican relatives with dirt floors. Autumn grew up in Atlanta society; she uses cloth napkins and knows the right people. She's way out of his league, no matter how tempting.

Then a mugger pushes Autumn off a bridge, an arsonist destroys her studio, and a gunman kills a neighbor wearing a jacket like hers.

Rennie's determined to protect Autumn while they find out what's going on. Autumn's determined to convince him she belongs in his life.

Neither has much time. Someone wants her dead.

Wednesday, February 6, 2013


I was sound asleep, dreaming of the sequel to my light mystery. (When I'm trying to figure out plots, I often dream of whatever I'm writing.) Right in the middle of the heroine peering over a mountainside to find a makeshift air strip down below, comes this HONK!

Let me tell you, I jumped six inches and woke up pronto! And looked wildly around to see what train was about to run over us.

It was a ship. We're a couple blocks up from the channel and can usually hear them pass. Last night it sounded like it was coming through our bedroom. The boy-cat must have heard it, too, because he came and crawled into bed with us.

Took me a while to get back to my work-in-progress, what with my pounding heart and the boy-cat licking my face to make sure I was all right. Or maybe he wanted me to get up and feed him.

I don't think my guy heard a thing.

Saturday, February 2, 2013


The winner of January's earring giveaway is... da da da dum... Norma Beishir! Norma, if you'll email me at and give me your mailing address, I will get these out to you. Hopefully.

And before anyone asks, since Norma and I are in an online group together, I did not rig the drawing! If I had, I would definitely have chosen someone not in Canada because my December winner happened to be in Canada, too, and I had a terrible time getting the earrings mailed to her. Took the better part of January for her to receive them.

In case anyone wonders how I choose, I count the number of entries and have my guy pick a number from the first to the last. Then I count and presto! We have a winner.

And now for February's earring giveaway:

These blue glass earrings hanging from cloisonne beads would be perfect for the formal dinners Lindy endured in THE WARWICKS OF SLUMBER MOUNTAIN.

And here's the store link: