Halloween Blog Hop

While I write sweet/spicy romance novels, I absolutely LOVE all things scary. Roller coasters, horror movies (even though they scare the hell out of me) and my all time favorite thing, ZOMBIES! The Walking Dead, Zombieland, Dawn of the Dead. So, in the spirit of Halloween all you have to do is tell me if you like a good fright and if so what it is. I will pick a random winner at the end of the blog hop to win a PDF copy of my newest release, The Weeping Willow Tree.

The Weeping Willow Tree Blurb: Willow Bradley lives her life as simply as she can. Playing the guitar and singing her pain away, she finds peace under her shade tree by the lake in her small town. Her entire life has been a struggle not to let her depression control her life. Overcoming her issues was something she was proud of. Her life was just as she wanted it until the breath taking Danny Mason walked into her safe haven. Can she put her pain aside and love a man who has secrets of his own?

Danny Mason wants nothing more than simplicity. His life is full of greed and the constant need to be perfect. What happens when he hears an angel singing under a lone weeping willow tree on the lakeside? Danny and Willow share a deep, all consuming love. Will it survive the chaos his social status, and high society parents cause? 

Excerpt: Willow plucked a few notes on her guitar to ensure it was tuned. Everything she felt came through her music. When her heart felt light, she sang of happy things like the way a bird’s chirp sounded, or the way the light looked as it shined through the thick branches of the willow tree. When she felt surrounded by the darkness that sometimes invaded her, her music was sorrowful and almost painful to hear. Her guitar was her safe haven, much like the willow tree she sat under right now. The tree she was named after. She closed her eyes and started singing.

Willow sat alone, as she often did, and looked out over the water. Shaded from the hot southern sun by the willow tree she rested under, Willow thought about her life.

Willow was a tough southern girl who didn’t take shit from anyone. She was kind, but if someone messed with those she held dear, well, they’d suffer her wrath. Nothing was more frightening than a pissed off southern woman. Willow watched the long branches gently blow as the wind kicked up. The breeze was warm against her face and the humidity of early summer left her skin moist. The smell was something she’d always loved, a fresh, crisp, and clean scent as the air blew in off the water.

This was her place and the only way she could get any bit of normalcy in her life. Willow had grown up in a wealthy family with stiff social standards. Stand up straight, elbows off the table, smile and nod no matter what. She could rub elbows with the richest locals in her small town, but she’d hated every second of it. Being forced to act like someone she wasn’t drove her crazy, until finally, she’d stopped trying. Because she wore dark and edgy clothes, preferred heavier rock music, and chose seclusion rather than being the center of attention, people often looked down their noses at her.

Watching the tourists’ row across the lake, she wondered what it would be like to laugh and really understand the happiness behind the sound. Even though the town she lived in was small, there was no shortage of rich vacationing tourists to keep the local businesses running through the heat of summer.

 Large cabins with docks and high-end boats dotted the other side of the lake. The deep brownish red of the log cabins seemed brighter in the sun. The walls of the cabins facing the water were made of glass and the light played off the windows making prisms of pinks and purples across the lake. She had a lovely view of the cove where most of the cabins were. Across from her, life moved as if she watched through a snow globe. No one could see her unless a stiff wind blew the branches apart, or unless she sat near the opening like she was doing today. The sound of her music drifted across the lake, but with the low rumble of boats and jet skis moving slowly across the cove, no one could tell where the melody came from.

She turned her face toward the sky and let the warmth of the sunshine heat her face. Children laughed, grills smoked with hamburgers and hotdogs, boats zipped back and forth. Not a single one of them noticed her sitting there. She sat in a part of her little town where no one could see her, as if she was invisible.

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