I am so excited to participate in the Happy Endings blog hop which begins today. Not only is this my first blog hop to participate in, but it is always one of my favorite topics. I'm a sucker for happy endings and often get quite frustrated when I read a book, and become totally invested in it, only to have a sad horrible ending. Yuck!
In this post, I'll start with a link to the blogs participating in the hop. You can visit each of their sites during the week. Next, I'll share my personal happy ending story. Finally, I'll end with the giveaway for this site. Hope everyone has a fantastic week!
Here is the link to the blog hop.
So what is my personal happy ending? I have two that I tried to choose between, and of course, could not. Finally, I just decided to share both.
First - meeting and marrying my best friend. I was a freshman in college when we met. As a student at Texas A&M University, I was caught up in the excitement of building Aggie bonfire. My dorm was paired with a brother dorm and I met him during our first trek into the woods to participate in cut. Once that busy, busy day was over, we all went to Whataburger where he strategically placed my drink across from him so I would have to sit there. We had our first date that night and the rest is history. By February, we were engaged and we married a year and a half later. I was young and in love, and about a month before we got engaged, he offered me the opportunity to date other people; he said he knew what he wanted, but he wanted me to be sure. I made my choice then, and almost 17 years later, am so thankful I did.
My second happy ending was the birth of our daughter. After years of infertility treatments and heartache, we finally had a successful IVF treatment. We placed 3 embryos inside and she promptly kicked the other two out! But, in her excitement to meet Mama and Daddy, she kept trying to come too early. My asthma couldn't handle things well, so I spent the last 11 weeks of my pregnancy on bed rest. She was born a month early and it was one of the happiest moments of my life. This precious angel is the epitome of the happy ending that you get to enjoy over and over again and I am so thankful for her!
Readers and blog hop participants - enjoy the week by reminiscing about your own happy endings. Take time to reflect on those moments that have brought you pure joy.
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Ahhhh….Friday – one of the most precious days of week! Everyone enjoys Friday, but sometimes I believe there is not a group who enjoys that particular day of the week more than teachers. This special group of people dedicates time and energy to more than simply teaching throughout the week. Not only are they teachers, they are moms and dads, counselors, therapists, janitors, managers, and a myriad other tasks we cannot even begin to name. Teachers are jacks-of-all-trades.
The heroine in my first novel is a teacher as are the heroines in my next two full length novels. This was not originally on purpose. I just found overtime that I enjoy writing about teachers. They have fantastic stories to tell (and have some excellent anecdotes from their students too).
Since I have started writing, I have given lots of thought to the teachers who helped me get here. Two of my most influential taught me during my 8th grade year. First, I credit my US History teacher. Although student-driven, alternative assignments are more common these days, they were very unusual when I was in school. Yet, here was this young, new teacher who was not afraid to allow us to spread our wings a little and have some choice in our assignments. The first official story I wrote was for her class – a historical fiction covering specific battles in the Civil War. One day, I might just have to brush that short story out and see if I can expand it! The other teacher who greatly impacted my love of reading and writing was my English teacher. She opened my eyes to the variety of literary genres out there and pushed my thinking as a young writer. I will be forever grateful for these two ladies!
Of course, I have had many, many teachers through the years that have impacted me in different ways; I honestly do not know if I could list all of them. But, I have definitely been giving them all a lot of thought lately. So, I would like to challenge each of you to do the same. Think of at least one teacher who had a major impact on your life and write them a thank you note. If possible, see if you can track them down to mail that note. Teachers are never told thank you enough!
Enjoy your fabulous Friday!
I'm excited about my newest novella which I am currently in the process of finishing. It features Danny and Nikki from IS LOVE ENOUGH and it should be with the editors next week!
In the meantime...here is a tiny teaser from Chapter 1. I hope you enjoy.
“We just put the girls down. Emily is going to be so excited when she wakes up in the morning.” Rebekah said as she led Nikki into the kitchen. The warm, spicy scents filled Nikki’s nose as they walked, reminding her of the cozy home she and Danny shared together. Shaking her head, she worked to quickly rid her mind of any images or thoughts of him.
“I cannot wait to see my girls,” Nikki gushed. “The most recent pictures you sent of them were absolutely adorable! I can’t believe how big Elizabeth is.”
Rebekah sighed almost wistfully. “I know. It seems like just yesterday that we were in New York having her. Now, Emily is almost five and Elizabeth just turned two.” Turning back towards the cabinet, she pulled down two mugs, asking Nikki, “I made cider earlier. Would you like some?”
Nikki inhaled deeply, letting the scent fill her senses. “That’s what I smell that is so wonderful. You know I love your cider, Beck. I can’t wait to have some.”
Rebekah flashed a smile as she pulled down a third mug. “If I’m going to heat us some, I might as well heat some for Jason, too. He loves the stuff almost as much as you do.” Soft music filled the kitchen, drifting from somewhere else in the house; the quiet melodies usually bringing her such peace. But even with the friendly banter, the music did nothing to relieve her stress.
“Mmmm,” Jason practically moaned from behind her as he walked into the kitchen. “That has to be one of the best smells in the world.” He walked behind Rebekah, smiling as he snaked his arms around her waist and pressed his lips against her neck before turning to Nikki. “Do I have the best wife, or what?”
“No,” she replied with a laugh. “I have the best friend. You just lucked out when she let you hang around.”
He glared pointedly at her with a smirk of his own as he joined her at the kitchen table. “Need I remind you that I was the one who met her first? You are the one who is lucky she tolerates you.”
“Do I need to be here for this conversation?” Rebekah called out as she carried the steaming mugs to the table. “Cause, I don’t have to tolerate either one of you.” Her eyes twinkled with merriment despite the stern look she tried to plaster on her face.
Rebakah mock glared at both of them and before she could control it, laughter bubbled from Nikki. For several minutes the combined hum of their laughter filled the kitchen sounding like happiness and home. But Nikki’s heart could barely contain the extra emotion and before she knew it, she found her eyes filling with tears. “Oh honey,” she heard Rebeakh whisper as her friend reached across the table and pulled Nikki’s hand into her own. She saw the concerned glance between her friends and knew the question was coming before it was even asked. “You know we love you, Nikki. And,” she continued. “You know you are welcome here anytime. But this is different. What’s going on, Nik?”
She closed her eyes and fell back against the chair afraid to say the words out loud but knew she had no choice. “Danny’s having an affair. He’s planning to leave me at the end of the month.”
Silence filled the kitchen as she looked imploringly at her friends. She had known Jason for half of her life; he was her brother in every sense of the word and more than anything, she needed him, needed both of them, now more than ever before.
I am excited to participate in the 2013 Reading Romance Challenge. I plan to be a Romance Lover and read 2 to 3 books a month! Look for my posts throughout the year. You can follow the link below for more information.
Here are the themes for each month of 2013.