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An #Artist a #Veteran and a #Motorcycle Nothing could be better! Danny's War by pjfiala.com #MMB #Love pic.twitter.com/siErBXEb2D

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Hey there everyone, let me introduce you to the amazing Jennifer Theriot.  Jennifer stopped by and told me some things about herself and her writing and I wanted to share.  Read on...

1) Is there a story behind this book or any of the characters you'd like to share with us?
The story behind this book would be that middle age isn’t the end of the world – in fact it’s quite the opposite.  I wanted women my age to celebrate and embrace that wonderful time in your life when your kids are grown and you are free to have a good romp in the hay in every room in the house and not have to worry about when the kids would be home *winky winky!

2) What was the inspiration for this book? I wanted to write a book about middle aged lovers. I’m an avid romance reader and found that the majority of romance books are written about twenty-something characters. My character is older – late 50’s. She is young at heart and an amazing woman. Just because you hit middle age, the romance and fun doesn’t stop…

3) If you used a real setting, how intimate are you with it? Have you been there just to visit or have you lived there? Or did you do a lot of research about it?
I knew that the originating city had to be Houston. I knew what my main character’s husband did for a living  -  so from there I did geographic research on corporate headquarters and offices for the company he worked for.  From there, everything miraculously fell into place! I used the resources of friends for the details. My flight attendant friend provided a fabulous Paris trip itinerary complete with a Phantom Rolls Royce pickup at the Paris airport. I also used my nurse friends for medical/DNA research and my younger friends for the tats and piercing info.

Since music is such a huge part of the book (A rock band called Avenue), I found that permission to use lyrics was a dead end process so I wrote a song called Fairytale Man. A dear musician friend put the words to music and even recorded it. He recorded 2 versions and it’s even on iTunes! I own the copyright, so I’ve burned the 2 versions onto CD’s that I incorporated into my SWAG. Pretty cool!

4) Did you fall in love with you hero(es)? Why?
I did!  Olivia, my main character I adore! She came to realize through a life changing event that life isn’t always what you think it is. She learns to step ‘out of the box’ and find her happiness. I also wrote 2 male characters that I think are soooo sexy! Ash, the 60 yr old handsome, sexy millionaire widower and Todd – the twenty-something Adam Levine-esque tatted up, pierced rock star. Quite the mix of male characters I think.

5) How long did it take to write this book and how long after that did it take to get it published?
6 months from start to finish….

6) What was the toughest part about writing this book? Did any characters misbehave and if so, do tell?
The toughest part was the time to write. I work full time and could not wait to get home in the evenings so I could write what my characters were speaking to me of during the day.

7) If this book became a movie, who would you cast to play the parts?
See cast of characters photo.

8) What do you like to do when you need a break from writing?
I LOVE the beach! We have a travel trailer on a lot at the bay, so when I’m not in the hustle and bustle of big city life, we head to our sanctuary. My husband built a beautiful deck and I love to sit in my chair with a cup of coffee (or glass of wine) and write. We’re right on the water, so it’s the perfect backdrop for writing.

9) Where do you usually write? Do you write in silence or with music or other background sounds?
I have a huge, comfortable leather chair that I curl up every day when I get home from work. I put in my ear buds, listen to music and write write write!

10) Tell us a little more about what makes you tick.
I love music and that for me is a great inspiration.  I love a good bottle of wine, and I collect Fleur-de-lis. Anything FDL – you name it, I’ve got it. (Except for a tattoo – I’d love to get one though)

11) Is this book part of a series and if so, tell us about the series please.
This series, Out of the Box will have a total of 3 books and the sequence is ARE (Awakening, Regifted and Everlasting) I’ve also got a little novella in the works called Toccata Obbligato ~ Serenading Kyra which is written from the rocker Todd O’Malley’s POV. He seems to be everyone’s favorite character, so I decided to give everyone a little more insight as to what makes him tick.

I have an idea for another series – also about a middle aged woman. As long as my readers keep reading my work, I’ll keep writing….

AMAZON USA: 
http://www.amazon.com/Out-The-Awakening-Jennifer-Theriot-ebook/dp/B00CNX3MU2

http://www.amazon.com/Out-The-Regifted-Jennifer-Theriot-ebook/dp/B00JJBPSZS

Toccata Obbligato-Serenading Kyra  http://goo.gl/PIDvOv

AMAZON UK:
http://www.amazon.co.uk/Jennifer-Theriot/e/B00D8SW61C/ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_1?qid=1401505808&sr=8-1

http://www.amazon.co.uk/Out-Box-Regifted-Jennifer-Theriot-ebook/dp/B00JJBPSZS/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1401505900&sr=8-1&keywords=out+of+the+box+regifted

AMAZON CA:
http://www.amazon.ca/Out-Box-Awakening-Jennifer-Theriot-ebook/dp/B00CNX3MU2/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1402147923&sr=8-1&keywords=out+of+the+box+awakening

http://www.amazon.ca/s/ref=nb_sb_noss_1?url=search-alias%3Daps&field-keywords=out%20of%20the%20box%20regifted&sprefix=out+of+the+box+r%2Caps&rh=i%3Aaps%2Ck%3Aout%20of%20the%20bo

Want to see the trailers?  I have them on my website www.pjfiala.com  

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Warm yourself up with a steamy romance.  Dog Days of Summer has it all: #Bikers   #romance   #Love   myBook.to/DogDaysofSummer   

Owning Rolling Thunder Motorcycles, Inc. and raising his twin sons was top priority in Dog’s life. That was until he met Jocelyn James, the sweet, loving single mother of Gunnar, a young man who works for Dog.

Joci raised Gunnar alone after her cheating, dickhead of a boyfriend ran off with another woman. She finished school, started her own graphic design business and hung out with friends and family. The last thing on her mind was men! That is until she met Dog.

The chemistry is undeniable. The passion is incredible. The family bond is like no other.
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I'm excited to introduce you to Kim Iverson Headlee and her new book Snow in July.  Kim has written a guest post for you.  Enjoy!

SNOW IN JULY: Inspiration behind the story

Snow in July began in 1999 as a collaboration with my writer-friend Patricia Duffy Novak, who had intended to write Alain’s viewpoint while I wrote Kendra’s. But life events prevented her from continuing the project, and she gave me her blessing to finish it.

I shall always be grateful to Patricia for her suggestions regarding the story line, and for her contributions in its research. Being a professor at Auburn University gives her access to that library’s resources, which in our case yielded such gems as a map of medieval Winchester, England. The paragraph describing Alain’s route from St. Mary’s Church to the tavern was adapted straight off that map.

The basic story line of the romance was Patricia’s idea: a Norman knight being ordered by King William to marry a Saxon noblewoman. Historically, William did employ this policy to stabilize England…with varying degrees of success. And he did, as described in the text, invent the office of sheriff. Bishop Odo de Bayeux really was William’s half brother, regent, and confidante—and there exists evidence to suggest that he commissioned the Bayeux Tapestry, but probably several years after the events described in Snow in July, which is why I never mention this famous scrap of cloth in my text.

Longtime fans of my work know that I love playing with legends, and in that regard Snow in July is no different. In addition to mentioning the local tradition that associates King Arthur with Glastonbury—though his alleged grave would not be discovered at the abbey for another century beyond the lifetimes of Kendra and Alain—I adapt the legend that the wounded King Harold Godwinson survived the Battle of Hastings and lived out his remaining days as a monk.

Thank you very much for your interest in and support of my work!

BOOK INFORMATION

TITLE – Snow in July
SERIES – N/A
AUTHOR – Kim Iverson Headlee
GENRE – Young Adult Paranormal Historical Romance
PUBLICATION DATE – July 2014
LENTH (Pages/# Words) – 386 pages/94K words
PUBLISHER – Pendragon Cove Press
COVER DESIGNER – Natasha Brown

BOOK SYNOPSIS

Sir Robert Alain de Bellencombre has been granted what every man wants: a rich English estate in exchange for his valiant service at the Battle of Hastings. To claim this reward, the Norman knight must wed the estate's Saxon heiress.

Most men would leap at such an opportunity, but for Alain, who broke his vow to his dying mother by failing to protect his youngest brother in battle, it means facing more easily broken vows. But when rumors of rampant thievery, dangerous beasts, and sorcery plaguing a neighboring estate reach his ears, nothing will make him shirk duty to king and country when people's lives stand at risk. He assumes the guise of a squire to scout the land, its problems, and its lady.

Lady Kendra of Edgarburh has been granted what no woman wants: a forced marriage to an enemy who may be kith or kin to the man who murdered her beloved brother. Compounding her anguish is her failure to awaken the miraculous healing gift bequeathed by their late mother in time to save his life. Although with his dying breath, he made her promise to seek happiness above all, Kendra vows that she shall find neither comfort nor love in the arms of a Norman…unless it snows in July.

Alain is smitten by Lady Kendra from the first moment of their meeting; Kendra feels the forbidden allure of the handsome and courtly Norman "squire." But a growing evil overshadows everyone, invoking dark forces and ensnaring Kendra in a plot to overthrow the king Alain is oath-bound to serve. Kendra and Alain face a battle unlike any other as their honor, their love, their lives, and even their very souls lie in the balance.

BUY & TBR LINKS

AMAZON KINDLE US – http://goo.gl/d4p7UA
AMAZON KINDLE CA – http://www.amazon.ca/gp/product/B00L6K50V2
AMAZON KINDLE UK – http://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/B00L6K50V2
AMAZON PAPERBACK – http://www.amazon.com/dp/0990505502
BARNES & NOBLES NOOK – http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/snow-in-july-kim-headlee/1119853202?ean=2940149693818&itm=1&usri=2940149693818
BARNES & NOBLES PAPERBACK – http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/snow-in-july-kim-headlee/1119853202?ean=9780990505501
SMASHWORDS – https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/450831
ITUNES – https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/id892162990
GOODREADS – https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/22398941-snow-in-july
SHELFARI – http://www.shelfari.com/books/37731943/Snow-in-July

EXCERPT

FIFTEEN THOUSAND MEN and horses writhed across the valley below, appearing as toys in a children’s game.

Many might consider war a game, but Sir Robert Alain de Bellencombre, knight of Normandy bound to the service of Duke William and commander of a unit in the cavalry reserves, did not number among their ranks.

Edward the Confessor, King of England via his Saxon father but Norman by his mother, was dead. This battle, raging near the coastal hamlet called Hastings, would decide the right of one man to wear the English crown: William the Norman, acknowledged by Pope Alexander to be Edward’s lawful successor; or Harold the Saxon, brother of Edward’s wife, the man alleged to be Edward’s deathbed choice.

Stroking his war horse’s glossy charcoal neck to calm her, Alain pondered Harold’s claim. It had to be true. This many men would not sacrifice their lives for a lie. Yet the vast majority of Harold’s supporters were Saxons harboring no wish to bear the Norman yoke. Perhaps such men might be desperate enough to fight for a lie that promised to restore Saxon rule.
A trumpet blared. He signaled his men forward, couched his lance, and spurred Chou to send her careening into the melee.

Harold’s shield wall, which had seemed impregnable, began to crumble under the onslaught of Alain’s unit, hastened by the desertion of men who no doubt decided they weren’t quite so willing to die. Their lord stood exposed just long enough for a Norman archer to sight his mark. Harold fell, screaming and clutching an arrow that protruded from one eye.

Harold’s supporters closed ranks around him, blocking Alain’s view and giving him more than enough to do as the Saxons redoubled their efforts to guard their lord’s body.

A familiar whirl of colors caught Alain’s attention. The saffron leopard prowling on a green field—Étienne! A Saxon knight, with a blue arm and fist blazing defiance across his gray shield, bore down upon Étienne with leveled lance. Étienne tumbled from his horse. He scrambled to his feet and retrieved his sword, putting it to good use on the Saxons surrounding him, although the knight who’d unhorsed him had already ridden in search of other targets.

Lance long since discarded and sword now rising and falling with fatal precision, Alain surged to reach his brother’s side. Protection of her youngest son had been their dying mother’s wish, and he had sworn on his own life to keep Étienne safe.

Before he could close the distance, another Saxon knight fought past Étienne’s guard to thrust a war-knife into his throat. Through the visor the knight’s eyes gleamed with startling, fathomless malice. Alain could only watch in stunned disbelief as he laid his hand upon Étienne’s chest for a few moments. Uttering a soul-freezing howl, the Saxon yanked out his seax and disappeared into the press with Étienne’s shield, denying Alain vengeance.
Shame and grief rent his heart asunder.

He had failed the two he loved most; failed them so utterly that he could never beg their forgiveness in this lifetime.

Pain slammed into his shoulder, toppling him from the saddle. Étienne’s body broke his fall. He tried to roll clear, but a spear through his chest pinned him to Étienne. His gut convulsed, and bile burned his throat. Blinding agony killed his struggle to free himself. Death’s stench invaded his nostrils.

He closed his eyes and waited for his final journey to begin.

AUTHOR BIO

Kim Headlee lives on a farm in southwestern Virginia with her family, cats, goats, and assorted wildlife. People & creatures come and go, but the cave and the 250-year-old house ruins -- the latter having been occupied as recently as the mid-20th century -- seem to be sticking around for a while yet.

Kim is a Seattle native (when she used to live in the Metro DC area, she loved telling people she was from "the other Washington") and a direct descendent of 20th-century Russian nobility. Her grandmother was a childhood friend of the doomed Grand Duchess Anastasia, and the romantic yet tragic story of how Lydia escaped Communist Russia with the aid of her American husband will most certainly one day fuel one of Kim's novels. Another novel in the queue will involve her husband's ancestor, the 7th-century proto-Viking king of the Swedish colony in Russia.

For the time being, however, Kim has plenty of work to do in creating her projected 8-book Arthurian series, The Dragon's Dove Chronicles, and other novels under her new imprint, Pendragon Cove Press. She also writes romantic historical fiction under the pseudonym "Kimberly Iverson."

AUTHOR FOLLOW LINKS

AMAZON AUTHOR PAGE – http://www.amazon.com/Kim-Headlee/e/B001KE2LK2
WEBSITE / BLOG – http://kimiversonheadlee.blogspot.com/
FACEBOOK – https://www.facebook.com/KimIversonHeadlee
TWITTER – https://twitter.com/KimHeadlee
GOOGLE+ - https://plus.google.com/+KimHeadlee
PINTEREST – http://www.pinterest.com/kimheadlee/
GOODREADS – http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/845537.Kim_Headlee
SHELFARI – http://www.shelfari.com/o1514267737
LINKEDIN – http://www.linkedin.com/in/kimheadlee/
YOUTUBE CHANNEL – http://www.youtube.com/user/gyanhumara
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What If by Dianne Harmon
October 8, 2014
 
Six fellow authors and myself have embarked on a "What If" quest. We have decided to write "What If" posts from the words or point of view of our characters.  This is Dianne Harmon's "What If" post from the POV of Maria from the Coyote Series.  Enjoy!
 
From Dianne Harman’s blog:
 
I’ve featured a couple of authors on this blog who have done “What If?” posts on their books. It occurred to me that I’d be remiss if I didn’t do one on the Coyote Series, so here goes! This is from Maria’s point of view – one of the main protagonists in all three books in the series: Blue Coyote Motel, Coyote in Provence, and Cornered Coyote.
 
“What If I’d never applied to Moore Pharmaceutical Labs for a job? What if I hadn’t taken the anti-aging hormone my brilliant scientific husband-to-be, Jeffrey, offered me? What if we hadn’t bought the Blue Coyote Motel in the desert after he was fired for giving it to me? What if I hadn’t taken Freedom, the anti-depressant/anti-aging drug Jeffrey formulated? What if I hadn’t killed him when he became insane?
 
“What if I hadn’t gone to Provence? What if I hadn’t met Jordan, a Los Angeles Art Theft Detective who was in Provence looking for stolen art, when I was a chef at a Michelin restaurant in Provence restaurant?  What if I hadn’t discovered the formulas for the drugs on an old computer I’d taken to Provence when I hurriedly left the United States? What if Jordan and I hadn’t discovered the little Afghanistan girls in Pierre’s parents’ barn? What if I hadn’t met Darya and told her about the formulas? What if Jordan had stayed in Provence with me?

“What if I hadn’t come back to the United States to live with Jordan? What if I hadn’t been arrested for Jeffrey’s death? What if the guests at the Blue Coyote Motel hadn’t become addicted to the drug Jeffrey piped into the air-conditioning? What if Slade Kelly hadn’t been able to get the Mexican Mafia to protect me while I was in prison? What if Slade hadn’t helped me during the trial? What if Jordan had left me? What if…?”
 
Enjoy! Here’s some sites where you can find the books.
 
Amazon: http://ow.ly/CrIek
 
Smashwords: http://ow.ly/CrIzW
 
Kobo: http://ow.ly/CrJ2X
 
Dianne Harman, Author
Contributor: Huffington Post
Amazon: http://ow.ly/s6pN5 
Smashwords: http://ow.ly/u4Fb2
 Web Site http://www.DianneHarman.com
Blog: http://dianneharman.com/blog/
 Twitter:@DianneDHarman
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Bravo to Margaret Mallory on Captured by a Laird.  She wove a wonderful story of historical facts and those left to her imagination. 
 
Captured by a Laird was full of history, love, angst, and the maturing of two people destined to be together.  Both had experiences in life that made them feel less than the people they would become, they were able to grow towards each other and fall in love amidst family strife, war, uncertain allegiances and past hurts.
 
I recommend this book to anyone who loves historical romance and history.  
 
BOOK INFORMATION
TITLE –  Captured by a Laird
SERIES – The Douglas Legacy #1
AUTHOR –  Margaret Mallory
GENRE –  Historical Romance/ Highland Romance
PUBLICATION DATE – September 15, 2014
LENTH (Pages/# Words) - 319
PUBLISHER – Amazon
COVER ARTIST –
 
BOOK BLURB / SYNOPSIS –
THE DOUGLAS LEGACY

The Douglas sisters, beauties all, are valuable pawns in their family's bitter struggle to control the Scottish Crown. But when powerful enemies threaten, each Douglas lass will find she must face them alone.

CAPTURED BY A LAIRD

Haunted by his father's violent death, David Hume, the new laird of Wedderburn, sets out to make his name so feared that no one will dare harm his family again. The treacherous ally who played on his father's weakness is dead and beyond David's vengeance, but his castle and young widow are ripe for the taking. The moment David lays eyes on the dark-haired beauty defending her wee daughters, however, he knows this frail-looking lass is the one person who could bring him to his knees.

Wed at thirteen to a man who tried daily to break her spirit, Lady Alison Douglas is looking forward to a long widowhood. But when the fearsome warrior known as the Beast of Wedderburn storms her gates, she finds herself, once again, forced to wed a stranger. Alison is only a pawn to serve his vengeance, so why does this dark warrior arouse such fiery passion and an unwelcome longing in her heart?

With death and danger looming, these two wounded souls must learn to trust each other . . . for only love can save them.
 
BUY & TBR LINKS 
AMAZON KINDLE US – http://www.amazon.com/CAPTURED-DOUGLAS-LEGACY-Margaret-Mallory-ebook/dp/B00N39NXHW/
AMAZON KINDLE CA –  http://www.amazon.ca/CAPTURED-DOUGLAS-LEGACY-Margaret-Mallory-ebook/dp/B00N39NXHW
AMAZON KINDLE UK – http://www.amazon.co.uk/CAPTURED-DOUGLAS-LEGACY-Margaret-Mallory-ebook/dp/B00N39NXHW/
Itunes: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/id917025270 
Kobo: http://store.kobobooks.com/en-US/ebook/captured-by-a-laird
GOODREADS –https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/23121951-captured-by-a-laird
SHELFARI – http://www.shelfari.com/books/37933832/CAPTURED-BY-A-LAIRD-%28THE-DOUGLAS-LEGACY%29  
EXCERPT from CAPTURED BY A LAIRD © by Margaret Mallory 2014
David strode through the battle raging between his men and the castle defenders in the courtyard and headed straight for the keep, intent on his goal.
 
The castle would fall quickly. The defenders lacked leadership and were in disarray. His only concern was whether the castle had a secret tunnel for escape. During the siege, he had spread his men out through the fields surrounding the fortress to keep watch. But he had concentrated his forces for the attack and most were now inside the castle. If there was a tunnel, he must secure the widow and her daughters before they had a chance to escape. He did not relish the idea of having to chase them down through the fields with dogs.
 
The defenders had foolishly waited too long to withdraw to the keep, and most were caught in the courtyard when David’s men burst through the gate. He barely spared them a glance as he ran up the steps of the keep.
 
With several of his warriors at his back, he burst through the doors brandishing his sword. He paused inside the entrance to hall. Women and children were screaming, and the few Blackadder warriors who had made it inside were overturning tables in a useless attempt to set up a defense.
 
“If ye hope for mercy, drop your weapons,” David shouted, making his voice heard above the chaos.
 
He locked gazes with the men who hesitated to obey his order until every weapon clanked to the floor, then he swept his gaze over the women. Their clothing confirmed what he’d known the moment he entered the hall. Blackadder’s widow was not in the room.
 
“Where is she?” he demanded of the closest Blackadder man.
 
“Who, m’lord?” the man said, shifting his gaze to the side.
 
“Your mistress!” David picked him up by the front of his tunic and leaned in close. “Tell me now.”
 
“In her bedchamber,” the man squeaked, pointing to an arched doorway. “’Tis up the stairs.”
 
David caught a sudden whiff of urine and dropped the man to the floor in disgust. The wretch had wet himself.
 
“Take him to the dungeon,” he ordered. The coward had given up his mistress far too easily.
 
David started up the wheeled stairs to the upper floors with his sword at the ready. He expected to encounter Blackadder warriors, protecting the lady of the castle. But there were none on the stairs and none guarding the door on the first floor.
 
Damn it. She must have escaped. He gritted his teeth as he envisioned the lady’s guards leading her through the tunnel.
 
He was about to open the chamber door to make sure it was empty when Brian, one of his best men, came down the stairs.
 
“Laird, I checked all the chambers while ye were in the hall,” he said.
 
David’s jaw ached from clenching it.
 
“There’s one door on the floor just above us that wouldn’t open with the latch,” Brian said. “Shall I break it down?”
 
David waved him aside and pulled the ax from his belt as he raced up the stairs.
 
“Open it!” he shouted and pounded on the door.
 
He did not wait. She could be escaping through a secret door this very moment. Three hard whacks with his ax, and the door split. He kicked it until it swung open, then stepped through.
 
At his first sight of the woman, his feet became fixed to the floor. He felt strange, and his vision was distorted, as if as if he had swallowed a magical potion that narrowed his sight. He could see nothing in the room but her.
 
She was extraordinarily lovely, with violet eyes, pale skin, and shining black hair. But there was something about her, something beyond her beauty, that held him captive. She was young, much younger than he expected, and her features and form were delicate, in marked contrast to the violent emotion in her eyes.
 
David knew to the depths of his soul that a brute like him should not be the man to claim this fragile flower, even while the word mine beat in his head like a drum. He had no notion of how long he stood staring at her before he became aware that she held a sword. It was longer still before he noticed the two wee lasses peeking out from behind her like frightened kittens.
 
Anger boiled up in his chest. Every Blackadder man in the castle who could still draw breath should have been here, standing between him and their lady. Instead, she faced him alone with a sword she could barely lift with both hands.
 
It was a brave, but ridiculous gesture.
 
There was no defense against him.
 

AUTHOR BIO:
 
MARGARET MALLORY surprised her friends & family by abandoning her legal career to write tales of romance & adventure. At long last, she can satisfy her passion for justice by punishing the bad & rewarding the worthy--in the pages of her novels. 

Margaret lives in the beautiful Pacific Northwest with her husband, goofy dog & crabby cat. With her two children off to college, Margaret spends most of her time working on her next Scottish historical romance. Visit her website for Book Group Discussion Questions, photos of Scotland, excerpts, & other info. Margaret loves to hear from readers!
 
AUTHOR FOLLOW LINKS:
 
AMAZON AUTHOR PAGE –  http://www.amazon.com/Margaret-Mallory/e/B002QZQJ5M/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_1
WEBSITE / BLOG – http://margaretmallory.com/
FACEBOOK –  https://www.facebook.com/margaretmallory.author
TWITTER – https://twitter.com/MargaretMallory
GOOGLE+ - https://plus.google.com/u/0/114714618099788790109/posts
GOODREADS – https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/2858606.Margaret_Mallory
SHELFARI –  http://www.shelfari.com/authors/a2577761/Margaret-Mallory/  
 

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My Martha Stewart/Angus MacGyver Moment
So, some of you may think I am tooting my horn much too loudly, but I solved a five-year problem in our house and I am quite pleased with myself.
 
Five years ago I was walking through a local, popular garden center here in Green Bay.  I spied a wrought iron candleholder, something you would fit into a fireplace, with places for nine candles, all at different heights.  It was marked half price and was an interesting piece, so I bought it even though I wasn’t sure what I was going to do with it. I don’t burn candles in my house; we have in-floor radiant heat floors, and if you burn candles, the carbon from the candles sticks to the walls and blackens them.  But, I purchased it and happily carried it out of the store.
 
When I got it home, I decided to put my new purchase on the table on our deck.  I had purchased nine candles at ten dollars each, and I proudly put the candles on each spindle and then stepped back to admire my work.  Beautiful.
 
About a week later I looked outside and my candles were a melted puddle of goo.  As I stood staring at my beautiful candleholder covered in melted wax, I fought the urge to cry.  Dammit! I was so excited to get it home, but I hadn’t thought through the logistics and the sun.  So, I pried it off the table and spent the day scraping the melted wax off my table while uttering a few “interesting” expletives.  My neighbors stayed away--far away.
 
The following year, I decided to purchase glass containers for each candle and glue them to the holders, and I put brand new candles into the glass containers.  Very nice.  My husband and I sat outside by the candlelight to have a drink and enjoy my newest art project.  Well, it looked nice, but even a slight breeze would keep blowing the candles out, so my relaxing evening consisted of jumping out of my chair every three minutes to re-light an extinguished candle.  The other issue with this was, when it rained, the glass filled up with water and the candles still melted in the sun. 
 
I gave it a rest for a year, trying to decide what to do with this interesting little candleholder that was NOT going to kick my ass.  Yes, I can be very tenacious.  I tried the little battery operated candles, again expensive, and they, too, were made out of wax and melted, leaving me with waterlogged, non-working candles.
 
This year, I was determined.  I will have my stupid wrought iron candleholder working!  So, I was walking through Home Depot, my husband on my heels, not wanting me to purchase another ninety dollars in candles, but knowing me well, and just hoping to mitigate some of the damages to our checking account.  I walked past the garden section and eureka!  I found cylindrical solar lights a couple of inches shorter than the glass cylinders I have glued to the candle holder.  Sweet!  My husband drilled a small hole at the bottom of each glass cylinder so the water would drain and I found some pretty glass marbles to support the cylinders in the glass.  I set them on the table and admired my accomplishment. I couldn’t wait until dark to see how they would look.
 
Much to my surprise (as soon as it was dark enough to see) the little solar lights lit up and they even change colors!  So pretty.  I now have nine pretty candles in my candleholder on the deck where I can spend a relaxing evening or two with my man, have a drink, and enjoy the pretty lights in my candleholder.  
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