Autumn is my favourite season and here are
my top five reasons why:
1. The days are cool enough to wear one of
the many sweaters I’ve knitted over the years. The downside to the cooler days
is that this bare-footer needs to wear socks around the house.
2. I like the cosy feel of shorter days,
eating supper with the sun low on the horizon, and awaking at my usual time to
the pearly light of dawn. Of course, the shorter days also mean the sun’s
warmth diminishes earlier, but that’s an excuse for another sweater.
3. There’s a crisp, leafy smell in the air
and humidity is pretty much gone. The sun, lower in the sky, bathes the
landscape in soft light. Unfortunately, the autumn sun’s angle illuminates the
cobwebs in the corner of my office and I’m reminded to do my autumn cleaning.
4. The forests are painted with vibrant
colours of fall. Thank goodness we don’t have many deciduous trees in our yard
dropping leaves that would require raking.
5. My food cravings switch from leafy
salads, fresh veggies from the Farmer’s Market, and luscious local strawberries,
to hearty casseroles, apple pie, and mashed potatoes covered in the gravy of a
roast chicken – yum! This leads inevitably to a bizarre shrinking of my clothes,
particularly the waistband of my pants. Weird.
What do you most enjoy about this time of
year?
Title:
Love Proof
Author:
Luanna Stewart
Genre:
contemporary romance
Publisher:
The Wild Rose Press
Publish date:
June 26, 2019
Blurb:
Unemployed photojournalist Raynor Elliot
stops at a bakery near the famous Deerbourne Inn. Not only does he get a lead
on a job but the bakery’s owner is that awkward kid he knew in high school,
only now she has fabulous curves and an irreverent sense of humor. The cozy
bakery, with its aroma of sugar, vanilla and spice, has more to offer than
tasty cookies.
Fiona MacLeod has been plagued for years
by the need to make amends for telling The Big Lie. When the lie’s victim
strolls into her bakery with his icy blue stare and killer charm, she feels
like she’s standing too close to a hot oven.
Between
running her bakery and frosting cupcakes for the Mad River Garden Party, she's
pretty sure she's falling in love with this infuriating, sexy man. Can Fiona
dredge up the courage to confess, face the consequences, and hope for
forgiveness?
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Excerpt:
“I
remember those days.” She pushed the calculator to the side, too tired to worry
about planning the week’s baking schedule. “Why’d you study journalism?
“Truth
is important to me. I was tired of all the lies in government, at every level.
I wanted to change that. Ultimately make the world a better place. Easy peasy,
right?” His lips quirked and he shook his head.
“That’s
why I decided to be a baker. Brighten someone’s day with a special treat.”
He
scooted his chair closer and pointed at the column of numbers on the page. “You
want me to do the rest?” His arm, bare to the bicep, lightly tanned, dusted
with blond hair, a little lighter than on his head, rested less than an inch
from her own spindly pale arm. Not spindly compared to other women, hefting
bags of flour and moving trays of baked goods did take some muscle power. But spindly
compared to his manly toned muscles flexing under skin that she’d bet her last
jar of sprinkles was smooth and warm. She clenched her hand.
No
touching allowed.
“We
have cupcakes to frost.” She bounded from the chair and rushed into the
kitchen.
Holy
moly, the guy oozed sex. In a good way. A very good way. She pulled a clean
apron off the shelf and cinched it around her waist. An extra layer of armor
between her and temptation in the form of Raynor. The seeker of truth. The man
whose mission in life was to expose lies. The reporter who thought liars were
not decent human beings.
Luanna’s bio:
Luanna Stewart has been creating adventures for her imaginary friends since childhood. She spends her days writing spicy romantic
suspense, paranormal romance, and historical romance. When not torturing her heroes and heroines, she’s in her kitchen baking
something delicious. She lives in Nova Scotia with her patient husband and two
spoiled cats.
