#LOLHop Labor of Love Blog Hop and Giveaway

From sweet to dark, divas of romance work their fingers to the bone for your reading pleasure in the Labor of Love Bloghop from 9/4-9/6. Come join us and enter to win a Kindle with new, heart-pounding titles just for you!
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Happily ever afters only come after heart-breaking work, and this Labor Day weekend, we are celebrating our written labors of love by giving our readers a chance to win a brand-spankin’ new Kindle with our personal bests. That’s right, you could win all of our books! Aren’t you excited? We are! So here’s your chance, just click the link below to enter our giveaway:

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This story is near and dear to my heart because it was my debut publication. I worked a year on this short story, trying to get the setting perfect, the dialogue entertaining and painting the picture with words that Henry and I saw in our minds. It won the 2013 Preditors and Editors Readers Choice Award with its combination of Christmas romance and magic. I hope you enjoy it. 

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Henry, a shy and talented artist, moonlights as a security guard at a museum and loses his heart to a beautiful, melancholy woman in a painting. As his obsession grows, he finds a kindred soul who helps him in his search for happiness. On Christmas Eve, Henry dares to take a chance on love and fulfill his dream. Published my Melange Books.

Excerpt:

“Hey, Henry, you want a little overtime?” the supervisor had asked. “Charlie called in sick and I could use an extra hand. Another rich collector remembered us in his will. We’ve got a pricey piece arriving in about an hour and I’d feel better with some extra security.”

“Hey, Henry, you want a little overtime?” the supervisor had asked. “Charlie called in sick and I could use an extra hand. Another rich collector remembered us in his will. We’ve got a pricey piece arriving in about an hour and I’d feel better with some extra security.”

Henry tried to wipe the smile off his face. Five years in the city and he still felt like a country bumpkin. “Sure.”

“The paper says a Rubens. Flemish, wasn’t he? But it’s a small one.”

Henry gave a whistle. “Impressive.”

“There’s a companion painting with it, artist unknown. We’ll have to find a spot for it in appreciation for the collector’s piece.”

An hour later, Henry held a priceless painting in his hands. God, he loved this job.

“The family probably figured they wouldn’t get any money out of the other one. But this one sure is a beauty,” the supervisor said as he reached for the Rubens.

“Yes, indeed,” Henry replied, as his eyes landed on the second painting. “Striking.”

Henry’s boss laughed. “I’m talking about this one, Bud. The little one is worth the big bucks!” His boss headed toward the office to start the paperwork on the new museum pieces.

“Yes, of course,” he murmured, but his attention remained focused on the woman in the larger painting.

She sat on the edge of a rocky cliff, her face slightly turned as if looking over the edge. Her legs were out to the side, knees bent, a long, olive-colored skirt spread around her haphazardly as if blown by the wind. The stormy ocean breakers rushed between jagged rocks then turned into frothy waves that lapped at the sand. The details in the picture were crisp and stark, the color was minimal—just the woman on a cliff with the turbulent water below. But the overall effect created a hauntingly beautiful scene.

He felt her distress, her sorrow. His fingers itched to reach out and pull her from the painting and hold her, soothe her, give her comfort. Henry knew that if she could turn and face him, he would be looking at the most exquisite creature he’d ever seen. His hand shook as he reached out to touch the canvas.

“Are you okay, Henry?”

Henry drew his hand back quickly as if he’d been caught in the act of—of what? Touching a frame? Good lord, he must be tired.

“What? Oh, yeah, I just need some sleep. ” As Henry turned to leave, he took one last look at the woman who had just stolen his heart. Fate had given him a precious gift. He whistled “Angels We Have Heard on High” all the way home.

Back To School Giveaway!

Thanks for joining the blog hop. Be sure to check out the rest of the awesome participating authors. In honor of my return to school, a random commenter will receive an e-copy of one of my humorous short stories. Tell me about the teacher you will never forget, good or bad, touching or funny.

Mine was my first grade teacher, Mrs. Kelly. She kept tennis shoes under her desk to catch one of the boys who always tried to run home during recess. The old gal could move, too.

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0 thoughts on “#LOLHop Labor of Love Blog Hop and Giveaway”

  1. My family showed me so much love after my 3 knee surgeries. They were all there doing everything for me even my small grandchildren..

  2. Awesome giveaway 🙂 My husband won’t let me download an app for ebooks, so the only way I can buy books [paperbacks] is when I win gift cards.

  3. I would have to dedicate this one to my amazing aunt christy, during hurricane sandy here in New Jersey, we lived in Atlantic City, and lost alot. We would have lost are home if it wasn’t for her giving us a huge amount of money to keep everything going. It was a devastating time, but she made it possible to breathe!

  4. I had an awesome math teacher. He was a teacher that liked to be there for his students and helped them when they needed help..

  5. My labor of love just graduated from Grambling State University with his Masters Degree in Criminal Justice! I’m truly blessed. Thanks for the chance to win!

  6. I love helping out authors, veterans or new, in any way I can. I read alot of ARC’s, pimp their books, just get the word out there about their books and talent!

  7. My labor of love is my son, who has been taking care of me since I fell and broke my lower leg in 7 places and had to have surgery to repair it. After being in the hospital for a month, I came home and fell again and broke my hip on the same leg and had to have a hip replacement. I keep falling because I need a knee replacement on the same leg, but the doctor doesn’t think my leg will support it for several years, if ever. My son and a couple of my friends have been so wonderful to take care of my needs and my grocery shopping. People are really good most of the time. Thanks for this great giveaway!

  8. Thank you for being part of the hop, Aubrey and happy holiday weekend. Favorite teacher for me would have to be Ms. Radkye, my European History teacher in high school. She made history come alive for the class. Not to mention, I managed to snag the “Most Likely to Become a Romance Writer” award at the end of the year since I tended to tuck my current book choice inside my history text during some classes.

  9. In love with a painting…that’s a new one.
    Henry drew his hand back quickly as if he’d been caught in the act of—of what? …LOL
    I just grabbed myself a copy from Amazon. Thanks for sharing

  10. Thanks for being a part of the LOL Hop! My most memorable teacher was my kindergarten teacher, Mrs. Hanneman, who could keep our class of 51 kids quiet and in place with a lift of her eyebrow, and who left me (a five year old) in charge of the whole class for reading so that she could have a potty break.

  11. My labor of love is from my family, who have been there for me through my depression and financial difficulties, I don’t think I would have survived if it wasn’t for their care, concern, love, and generosity!

  12. I was gifted a signed book of my all time favorite book by an online book buddy. I will gift 3 of my favorite ebooks in the facebook book group where I met her

  13. My favorite teacher was my grade school music teacher, because she had such incredible belief in what kids were capable of. Happy Labor Day!

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