Growing up I always imagined that he regretted not having sons but he never transfered that to us. He was a warm, teddy bear of a man who loved to hug us and talk with us about how we could do ANYTHING if only we worked hard enough for it. He was inspirational and we felt like the Princesses of the Universe because he always made us BELIEVE. Sometimes it seems to me that every day is Father's Day because he is still with me. In my heart. There isn't a day that goes by that I don't think of him. I hope I have made him proud. What was your dad like? Is he with you still? I sure hope so. I'd dearly love to hear some of your favorite DAD memories.
In other news: Eagle's Refuge releases at Ellora's Cave on Wednesday. This is book three of the Texas Passions series. Eagle's Run (Desiree Holt) and Eagle's Redemption (Cindy Spencer Pape) are already available. Please check them out and then pick up your copy of Eagle's Refuge.
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Blurb:
Book three in the Texas Passions series.
When Callista Hill settles in tiny Morgan’s Creek, she vows to make a better life for herself. She never figured lust and screaming-hot orgasms were part of the equation. One look at the local bar owner and she’s flooded with the need to have him in her bed. He burns her to ash with every erotic touch, bringing her sex-starved body achingly to life.
The instant dark, moody Mac Moreno claps eyes on Callie, he knows he wants her. Her lush curves turn him inside out and have his libido racing from zero to sixty in three seconds flat. Burning up the sheets with this sassy, sweet lady brings him back to life. But when her stalking ex hunts her down, will Callie run?
Not if Mac can help it.
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My dad started taking me on 'dates' when I was twelve. Usually movies, but the occasional meal also. Since he left the house before I went to school and arrived home just in time for dinner, these were special 'he and I' times. The last one was my final year in college. My sister was swimming in the state finals, so he drove up to get me; took me to a new Italian food place, split a carafe of Zinfindel wine, and then with us both slightly tipsy, we went on the 3-D ride at the mall. THAT was an experience!
And then we showed up at the pool just in time for my sister's event and cheered her on to a 4th place finish:)
He's still living; he and Mom will share their 46th anniversary this fall. Oh, and we swap books back and forth; Dad introduced me to John Irving back in high school, and he still teases me about the 'stern father' in my first book. Honest; it wasn't modeled after him!
Heh. My dad is still going strong at 80. Up until last year he was still pastoring a Baptist church. Now he's the music director.
He could probably still outrun me. Every time I brought my kids home to grandma and grandpa's house, he would race them down the road--and win.
He still rides horses and helps my brother put up fences and other jobs on my brother's ranch.
He still drives all over the place. My dad thought I was the most beautiful, smartest girl in the world. I reckon he still thinks so.
We talk on the phone for hours about anything and everything. I've learned a certain pragmatic attitude from my dad. Whatever comes along, you just keep on keepin' on.
My dad is with us still. He's had a lot of heath problems in recent years, but each day he's here is a blessing! The thing I'll always remember from when I was a kid was the times he took me to the dentist. I hated the dentist, but he'd tell me that if I didn't cry, if I was a good girl, he'd take me get a donut afterwards. I loved sipping a coke and eating that cream filled long john with my dad. He was always like that. Taking a bad situation and making it just a little better.
I'm sorry about your dad, but glad you have those fond memories. :)
Congrats on the release! I can't wait to buy this one! :)
So sorry about your dad. YOur so lucky to have such wonderful memories of him though.
Honestly, I don't really have any real dad memories. I wish I did, but I didn't see my dad from when my parents divorced when I was five, until I went to see him when he was dying four years ago. Saying goodbye is my only real memory. I wish I could change that.
Congrats on the release. It looks great!
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