Just Walked “Into the Storm”…

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It is 1:05 a.m. and I just returned from the theater after watching the much anticipated movie, Into the Storm starring Ricard Armitage and Sarah Wayne Callies. My writing buddy, Joan Chandler, and I were checking out the times for tomorrow night (tonight) and stumbled upon the fact that it was playing tonight. It started at 10:30, and we were finding out about it at 10:00! We didn’t have to think long about it, even though we were both dressed for bed. Talk about quick change artists! We dressed in record time and made it to the theater in time for the previews. (BTW…you may have heard my husband say “WHAT????” when I walked upstairs and told him Joan and I were venturing out to go see a movie at 10:30 on a school night! He is a firm believer in getting plenty of rest. I have to face 18 third graders in a few hours for our 2nd day of school! Of course he was cool with it, just surprised, though nothing should surprise him anymore when it comes to the things Joan and I decide to do on a whim.)

I don’t want to say anything about the details of the movie, because I think you need to go in with a clean slate to experience it. I would croak if I inadvertedly gave something away. I’ll just tell you it grabbed me and I was along for the ride to the last moment. I held my breath, literally found myself biting my knuckle, and had my feet up on tiptoes all through the film. Mr. Armitage did a great job in his role as vice principal of a high school( none of the vice principals I know come close to looking as good in a typical khaki teacher suit!). As a teacher, and spouse of a high school teacher, I can tell you he nailed the “take cover” directions , right down to the tone of voice. I thought the acting was good for everyone. I was especially impressed with the performances of the younger members of the cast. They delivered their lines and gave very believable performances. I never thought once to say “Bless their hearts.” as we southerners are apt to do when people are trying, but not quite making it!

Well, it is now even later than it was when I started, so I guess I owe my students a clear mind when they arrive. I loved the movie and didn’t want to miss a moment. I hope you enjoy it as much as Joan and I did. Guess I might go check out khaki suits for my significant other. I’ve always discouraged that purchase in the past, but after seeing Richard Armitage wear one all through a major storm, it certainly proved to be quite durable, and maybe a worthy purchase. I wonder if I blast my husband with the hose it will have the same effect on me??? Have a wonderful weekend and enjoy the movie. It was worth the long wait we Armitage fans have endured. Now, to mark off the days for the third installment of The Hobbit movies…..

The Romance Reviews “Sizzling Summer Reads” Event is On!!!

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The Romance Reviews (TRR) is having a Sizzling Summer Reads (SSR) Beach Party from June 1st through June 30th. Hundreds of great summer reads will be made available to you with the click of a button. Forget dressing to go to the bookstore or library for a new read. You may shop leisurely from anywhere you have internet access. There will be games, more than 200 prizes, book giveaways, author Q & A’s, and books, books, books!! The Grand Prize will be a $100 gift card! All you have to do to participate is to register and be logged in at TRR (The Romance Reviews)before you can play the game. This is FREE! Mark your calendars for June 1st and check in daily to see what is new. There will be books to suit every taste in the romance genre, so everyone will be a happy customer.

Summertime usually brings with it a bit more “downtime” than any other season. Vacations aren’t complete without a few new books to take along on your journey. Click here at http://www.theromancereviews.com to access the link to The Romance Reviews site. You’ll be glad you did, and find yourself coming back to check out the newest releases and latest reviews. Oh, by the way…I will be doing a book giveaway of Love Beyond the Curve. Happy Reading!

***HINT TO 1st Q & A GAME QUESTION ABOUT MY BOOK, LOVE BEYOND THE CURVE: This hospital specializes in treating pediatric patients with cancer.
***HINT TO 2nd Q & A GAME QUESTION ABOUT MY BOOK, LOVE BEYOND THE CURVE: When one performs this dance in a costume, a chain of gold coins is worn around the waist.

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TRR….SSR….???

What do these letters mean, and how do they relate to you? Here’s your answer…

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The Romance Reviews (TRR) is having a Sizzling Summer Reads (SSR) Beach Party from June 1st through June 30th. Hundreds of great summer reads will be made available to you with the click of a button. Forget dressing to go to the bookstore or library for a new read. You may shop leisurely from anywhere you have internet access. There will be games, more than 200 prizes, book giveaways, author Q & A’s, and books, books, books!! The Grand Prize will be a $100 gift card! Mark your calendars for June 1st and check in daily to see what is new. There will be books to suit every taste in the romance genre, so everyone will be a happy customer.

Summertime usually brings with it a bit more “downtime” than any other season. Vacations aren’t complete without a few new books to take along on your journey. Click here at http://www.theromancereviews.com to access the link to The Romance Reviews site. You’ll be glad you did, and find yourself coming back to check out the newest releases and latest reviews. Happy Reading!

***HINT TO Q & A GAME QUESTION ABOUT MY BOOK, LOVE BEYOND THE CURVE: This hospital specializes in pediatric patients with cancer.

Happy Mardi Gras 2014!

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Today is Fat Tuesday! You know after today, Lent begins. Never practiced it before, as it is not part of my particular faith, but think I may this year. It’s about giving up something that would be a sacrifice. See, if I said no dark chocolate for Lent, that wouldn’t be acceptable because I don’t like it anyway. Saying no sweets would be more in line because I don’t let a day go by without something sweet. I would be putting myself to the test with this one. Actually, I could last longer being placed on “The Rack”, the medieval torture device of choice, than I probably can going without processed sugar. We shall see. This will also help me meet my goal of losing 10 pounds in the “Scale Back Alabama” challenge. I have to weigh in with my team on April 4th. Can’t let down my teammates. My husband, also a teammate, has apparently gotten confused. He asked if it wasn’t “Spring Forward” because he seems to be complying with that set of rules. I have a new piece of fitness equipment…a mini trampoline with a handlebar. I envision myself becoming one of those women going cowboy wild on the video that’s been on Facebook recently. It is fun and a real workout, but I can only last about as long as the Pitbull song, “Timber”. I will keep you posted. Maybe I will work harder making all of this public knowledge. I do recommend that song for a good dance workout!! Check it out below (hope it works). Have a great day!

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Move over Smaug….there’s a new guy in town.

Here is one of my son’s latest creations. I meant to post it on his blog, “Monsters and Beasts”. Oops! I must say he is really good at this. I think he should design for the company. Of course, that’s Mom talking! :)

Thankful Thoughts…

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It’s been a long time since I last made an entry on this site…too long.  Joan Chandler had herself almost four months of publicity for her latest book, Bama Bride, as it was my last entry before I went off the grid.  No, I didn’t spend the last four months at a weight loss boot camp, though I certainly would have benefitted from such an adventure.  I finally changed the background on my computer this morning.  It had the quote, “A year from now, you’ll wish you had started today.”   Well, yes, I will, but I just keep pushing back “today”, so I changed it to another inspiring background, a picture of Richard Armitage from the Esquire UK photo shoot. Now that, my friends, is truly inspirational, yet I don’t think weight loss is what it inspires in me.

This year has been one of the most difficult of my life.  It rivals twenty years ago when I was at death’s door with pancreatitus.  It rivals those months after giving birth to my incredible son when I fought post partum depression (having a baby at 40 when you are a person with very rigid routines can be overwhelming).  Yet, in spite of it all, I recognize I have MUCH to be thankful for today.  Here are a few of those things, not necessarily in any order of importance (sorry, but the list is more for me than you):

  • My husband is madly in love with me, and thinks I am “so beautiful” (now I will NEVER add my picture to this site!)
  • My son is healthy, smart, kind-hearted, and has a sense of humor that he thinks will have him being “the last comic standing”
  • My father is beating the odds and mystifying his doctors by still being alive when given only months to live after being diagnosed with mesotheilioma over a year ago.  He is not bed-ridden, uses oxygen only as needed, and walks around the yard picking satsumas and lemons off trees he planted years ago.  He will be at our Thanksgiving dinner this evening and not “on the hill by the pond” at a local cemetery.  (This does kind of rank at the top of the list this year!)
  • I have a family that loves each other ( even if we don’t always agree with each other’s choices/opinions )
  • I have close friends I can be my true self with – one that I work with, and one that was my college roommate.  They’ve seen me through the good, bad, and the ugly and have made me laugh through it all, and I mean laugh until you cry kind of laughing!
  • I have found joy in writing, and best of all, there are people that seem to enjoy reading what I write.  That humbles me like nothing else.

This year has been difficult for multiple reasons, but the most challenging of the difficulties has been centered around family issues (Thankfully, not concerning my husband and child.).  It has been over a year since I have been able to write anything.  Writing had become my outlet when needing an escape, but during this time, the words wouldn’t come.  During the last month, a seed of an idea has been planted in my brain, and it hasn’t withered yet.  I am going to move forward with this idea, and hopefully it will grow and flourish, becoming a new story that can provide an escape for those that have honored me with their interest in my work.  Maybe today will be that “today” that I start a new book, and another year won’t go by without something to show for my love of writing.

I hope that each of you find a moment to think of the things you are thankful for today.  When I was a child, I belonged to a girls’ group at my church, and the scripture verse we quoted weekly was Philippians 4:8 (KJV).  It spoke of thinking on things that are true, just, good, honest, lovely, and of good report.  I believe I am going to begin dwelling on such things, even in the face of adversity.  I’ve felt that during the last four months I have “dropped my basket” (YA-YA Sisterhood term).  I felt tired of fighting things I really had no control over, and let a sense of hopelessness settle over me until I had unknowingly wrapped it snugly around me like a hooded cloak.  I have hidden inside that cloak of hopelessness for far too long.  I’ve let myself go for far too long.  I haven’t taken care of myself like I should, and it will be my husband and child that suffer if I don’t turn my ship around now.  I’ve tried to always be positive and encourage others to be positive.  Now, I guess it is time to pick up my basket and start filling it with those things that are “good, pure, honest, lovely, and of good report” because they do exist, I just haven’t looked very hard for them lately.  I’ve been living  Scarlett O’Hara‘s philosophy of “Tomorrow is another day.”  It’s time to start living and doing things that count TODAY.  I can never get these hours back.  I’ve wasted too many precious days already.  I’m glad we had this time together.  You have helped me more than you know.  I hadn’t planned on any of this chatter, but I seem to have convinced myself to move beyond hopelessness and see all the many bright paths that are open for me to follow.   I will just have do what the song says from the Christmas children’s TV special Santa Claus is Coming to Town, and that is “Just put one foot in front of the other, and soon you’ll be walking out the door!”    HAPPY  THANKSGIVING  EVERYONE!!

Ladies, here’s a little something “lovely” to think about…

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BAMA BRIDE……by Joan Chandler

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This is an exciting day for me! I am hosting a Goddess Fish Super Book Blast Tour for Bama Bride by Joan ChandlerIt is a special day because Joan and I are not only best of friends, but writing buddies as well.  We’ve been on this writing journey together since the first book we each published about two years ago.  Who doesn’t love a story about a bride?   Joan’s new book, Bama Bride, is set in Tuscaloosa, Alabama, home of the University of Alabama and the CRIMSON TIDE (Roll Tide Roll).  Yes, more than championship football goes on there, and Joan tells this romantic tale beautifully as always.  She scores a touchdown with this one for sure!  Commenters have a chance at scoring a $25 Amazon Gift Card, so leave a comment for Joan and get in the game!  This is a story you will love no matter which team you root for on Saturdays!  Here is a short blurb from Bama Bride:

BLURB:

Neal Sinclair meets David Bankston in a college town bar. He’s tall, dark, and handsome, and wears a Stetson like nobody’s business.

When they dance, inner passion heats up while inhibitions melt away. Neal quickly discovers David’s not a Southerner at all. He’s a Boston architect, in Tuscaloosa for only one night. The next morning, they struggle to walk away from something that caught them both by surprise.

Time doesn’t diminish the ache they feel in each other’s absence. Unable to stay apart, David arranges to take Neal to watch her beloved Crimson Tide play in a football bowl game. Reunited, they’re determined to make it work. When separated, they perfect the art of open communication. They each know that true love is a long shot.

But distance isn’t the only thing standing in their way. Unbeknownst to her, Neal’s overprotective father is, too. With so much conspiring against them, can a natural disaster turn the odds in their favor?

Here is a sneak peek at what you’ll find in Bama Bride:

“Hey, cowboy. How about a dance?” As soon as the words were out of her mouth, she cringed. Wow, even to my own ears that sounded way too cheesy.

She looked him over as he stood with the sole of one boot propped against the wall, and a Stetson perched atop his head. He had sinfully good looks, and his olive complexion and wavy black hair gave him a swarthy, pirate-like appeal.

“Evening.” He nodded, but his gaze remained focused on the room, never lingering in one place too long. Clearly, she had been dismissed.

So much for my skill at playing the vamp. This is shaping up to be an epic fail.

With each swig he took from that long-necked beer bottle, however, she found herself wanting nothing more than to offer to lick off the moisture that clung to his mouth after every swallow. She decided not to give up so easily.

“You’re about empty. How about a second round? My treat?”

He locked eyes with her then, and humor glinted in his. The gorgeous stranger rewarded her with a dazzling smile even as he shook his head in polite refusal.

“Thank you, but no.”

His fingers were long, and his hand was broad. He exuded sex appeal. But she wasn’t used to these games of pursuit. It was usually the other way around, and she was fending off the unwanted advances.

Jeez, I must look utterly pathetic to him just standing here with doe eyes. I don’t know what possessed me to think I could ever stand a chance with someone like him.

She started to back away when suddenly the band began to play the first strains of “Sweet Home Alabama.” She took it as a sign that this might be her lucky night after all. She quickly downed the rest of her sour apple martini to bolster her courage and then deposited the empty glass on a nearby table.

“Are you just passing through?” She spoke loudly to be heard above the cacophony of their surroundings.

“I only came in for a beer—nothing else. I leave town in the morning.”

“I get it. No entanglements, right? But it’s just one dance. And judging by your accent, you aren’t from around here. So I’m willing to overlook the fact that you don’t know it’s an unwritten law that when that particular song comes on, it’s lady’s choice. She can ask any man to dance, and he can’t say no.”

“Can’t, huh? Is that a fact?” A playful grin toyed at the corners of his mouth.

“It is when you’re in Tuscaloosa, Alabama. That song’s a sacred anthem around here. So, cowboy, I’m asking you once again. You wanna dance?” She put one hand on her hip and extended the other toward him, waiting. Hoping he would acquiesce.

His hesitation surprised her. Instead of accepting immediately, he purposefully raked his eyes over her from head to toe.

“Go ahead. I’ve got all night.” She teased him at the flagrant assessment of her assets. She welcomed the appraisal. She knew she looked good tonight.

Finally he budged, putting both feet on the ground and taking a step closer. “All right then. You lead the way.” He smirked, as if amused by the whole incident.

She smiled and turned toward the wooden floor near the stage, their fingers joined behind her as they walked. When they were front and center, she put her hands on his shoulders while his immediately came to rest on her hips. Although it wasn’t a particularly slow song, he pulled her close until their bodies touched, and they began to move in time to the music.

He was tall and towered over her, despite her high heels, so he bent slightly and introduced himself. “I’m David. What’s your name?”

The feel of his warm breath against her face made the air around her crackle. She inhaled the scent of him. It was equal parts of shampoo, spice, and suds, and it was more intoxicating to her than the vodka had been. She breathed deeply then looked up into his brown eyes.

“Neal.”

He raised an eyebrow in apparent surprise at the revelation. “That’s an unusual name for a girl. My best friend in high school was named Neil.”

“Cowboy, it may sound like a boy’s name, but I can assure you I am one-hundred-percent genuine woman.

He let his hands wander over the luscious curve of her bottom. Pressing his lips against her ear, he dared her. “Prove it.”

Honey, she makes a believer out of him, but you’ll have to get the book to find out how! :)  You can purchase Bama Bride at Amazon and Barnes and Noble.  It is available as an e-book and in paperback. 

AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Joan Chandler is a Florida native who has lived in the Deep South all of her life. She is married with two children who are her pride and joy. She lives a double life of sorts, holding down a nine-to-five job during the day, and writing steamy romance at night—often with her black cat curled up in her arms as she types.

When she’s not spending her spare time working on her next novel, she loves to go camping, sharing girls’ night out with her friends, walking her two dogs, and watching college football.

BUY Links:

AMAZON:   http://www.amazon.com/Bride-BookStrand-Publishing-Romance-ebook/dp/B00CT35YFW/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1369583017&sr=8-1&keywords=bama+bride

BOOKSTRAND PUBLISHING:    http://www.bookstrand.com/bama-bride

BLOG:  http://www.joanchandler.wordpress.com

twitter account:   @joanchandler1

Find me on facebook:  Joan Chandler

email:  joanchandler13@gmail.com

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