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When You Least Expect Life to Take Over

This Summer has been super busy. Life always pops in to say, “Hey, did you forget about me?”

Well…no. How could I? Just when you think all is well, something slams the brakes on whatever you’re working on. Maybe that’s a good thing. We do need to stop and smell the flowers at some point.

We had several issues this Summer and frankly I’m happy to see Fall, its glorious colors and life back to somewhat normal. There’s something about Fall that revives my soul.

I finished Christmas at Apple Lake during a month long frenzy of writing until my fingers were basically numb, my husband became a bachelor and my house took a back seat. We rarely eat out, but hubby ate quick meals and several meals at restaurants that I had no say in how they were prepared.

If you think writers lounge around all day while words flow from their fingers to the keyboard, that’s mostly not true. While in a deadline from the gulches, many writers live in pajamas as they fight the inner editor to leave them alone until the story is down.

Christmas at Apple Lake Final

Christmas at Apple Lake is included in Christmas on Main Street Book 2, a collection of five fabulous brand new stories. If you haven’t gotten your copy yet, you can check it out at

I’m wrapping up Loving Lexi’s last couple of chapters and can’t wait to see it completed.

Lexi Warner works for The Corner Post as a reporter, in Water’s Edge, FL. She hasn’t had a serious relationship yet. She’s come close, but always ends the relationship before it goes too far. She doesn’t trust men that lie, and most of the men she’d dated, lied. When she meets Tyler Hawkes, she begins to learn to trust men. But will that trust be her undoing?

Tyler Hawkes, raised in foster homes, knows all about deceit and has a hard time trusting anyone. Since his wife’s death, he’s relocated to protect his past and has no desire to become involved again, until Lexi Warner breezes into town. Can Tyler learn to move forward, despite learning Lexi has kept from him that she’s a reporter and in town to interview the famous former sports announcer Tyler Hawkes? Can Tyler forgive Lexi’s indiscretion?

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A Spooky Day in the Life of Stephanie Queen

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Myren’s Hat

Is it a coincidence that during this Halloween time of year (sorry if this doesn’t apply to you folks from non-Trick-or-Treating cultures) that black cats seem to multiply and the howling wind sounds like haunting ghosts? I think not.

Even the hastening darkness conspires to set the Halloween mood. Spookiness descends at the exact time when we all might be despairing about stocking up on light bulbs. So instead, we’re stocking up on candles, pumpkins and oodles of candy as if those innocent little children really would play tricks on us (Myren takes a different view of the children’s innocence than I do and uses this to justify his attempts at trickery).

So what’s your point? I can hear you asking now (yes, I’m a mind reader—but it only works on imaginary people who are reading my columns—then I get this fabulous insight about …okay, back to the point.)

My point is…well…it’s more an observation than a point. Let me illustrate with a snippet from a typical day in my life during this dark and dangerously spooky time of year.

First, I do not wake up to the sunlight streaming in the window—I only dreamed about that. Instead, the cat woke me—at first she looked like a black cat until I opened my eyes–with extra loud purring because even she knows about her role in the Halloween excitement. (She watches too much TV and I’m afraid all the commercials have affected her.) So in the murky morning dark I follow the sound of the cat’s purring (and occasional screeching when I misstep) to the light switch.

Fast forward to coffee-drinking—or I should say slow-forward since there’s nothing fast ghostsabout my pre-coffee activities (which include dressing and what-not) (what-not is a handy word isn’t it?). By the time I finish my last sip of coffee, bedecked in my orange and black sweater sprinkled with felt pumpkins, ghosts, witches on brooms and random scary flashing lights, I’m feeling awake enough to put on my Halloween crown. It’s the black one with orange-colored pumpkins and flashing ghosts. I grab my sunglasses and whistle for Myren my Chauffeur. (The sunglasses are to protect against flashes of scary lightening since there’s always a tremendously horror-filled thunderstorm lurking.)

Myren pulls up sporting his witch’s hat in place of the chauffeur cap and I’m sporting a big smile. I’m in the mood to thwart the whole purpose of the witch hat, which is theoretically to make me cringe in fear, isn’t it? Okay, maybe I’m always in the mood to thwart Myren. At least he’s not wearing the pumpkin head—that would kill me—I’d have to laugh out loud. I have a crown with…I digress—back to the day.

candhMy mission this morning is to get the candy. Oodles of irresistible, delicious candy of every kind imaginable to make my castle door the most popular in the trick-or-treating kingdom. (Myren is not on board with the mission exactly, but he knows which side his pumpkin bread is buttered on). I write for a living, so I know candy. It’s one of my major motivators. I’m like one of Pavlov’s dogs with M&Ms. But I digress…

We drive around and run in and out of countless candy stores—you know those fancy stores with charming pane windows with all kinds of mouth-watering delights on porcelain and silver trays in the window and the chunky candy-loving clerks inside.

Finally we end up at a Walgreen’s with a truck-load candy sale two-for-one giant bag special going on. The back seat of the limo is already crowded with boxes of truffles and Myren is observing that no kid’s mother is going to let them eat unpackaged candy and I probably only bought that for myself. (Okay, maybe he has a point, but in my defense, I wasn’t thinking. I was blinded by the smell of chocolate—or something like that.)

There are about two thousand brands to choose from. So after looking around, I grab up bags  and bags and carriages full. We ran out of space in the trunk—which was about the time my feet were getting tired and the daylight started dwindling.

Myren slammed the back door and we were off. I was looking forward to a chocolate snack and a not-too-scary movie (maybe Charlie Brown’s pumpkin) about now. And I was looking forward to all those cute little trick-or-treaters dressed up in fun elaborate costumes knocking at my door (I would find a way to keep Myren from scaring them away).

So my point is, don’t be too hard on all that commercialism and craziness at this time of year. It all serves a purpose. It’s all about overcompensating for the spooky starlight to keep our spirits up and chase the evil spirits away. Or to give us a headache to distract us from our depression about the dark and dangerous monsters. Either way, it’s not entirely a bad thing.

Beach Investig Series PosterStephanie Queen has some fabulous spirit-lifting and spirit-chasing novels perfect for reading this time of year. Check out her romantic detective series including her upcoming release Beachcomber Investigations and coming soon Beachcomber Santa. Visit her website at for more information.

Children in books

Homework was done but Nine-year-old couldn’t watch her usual fun shows as Grandpa was monopolizing the TV with his boring news about some hearing. So what can a Nine-year-old do when she has nothing to do and it’s not bedtime yet?

Play of course. Except that Grandma doesn’t know many games. One wonders how Grandma graduated from school and college without learning some simple games as Money-Money and Master Brain. So be it. Nine-year-old took a few minutes to teach Grandma, not thoroughly, because this way, Nine-year-old could beat Grandma so easily.

Then we played Monopoly. Now, that was annoying because Grandma obviously knew this game and started winning. Honestly, the game became boring. Can you enjoy a game when you are losing to your old Grandma? Okay, so Nine-year-old took a break to put her PJs and then to eat an ice cream, but Grandma kept winning. How boring! That when Nine-year-old decided she was tired and stopped the game before we knew who won.

Now you know why I love writing about children and babies, and where I found my inspiration.

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This book is book 5 in the Holiday Babies Series.

Last week it reached the USA Today bestseller list as part of Sweet Christmas Kisses 2.

A single mother with twin toddlers to care for, she can’t forget her past until a playboy’s kisses challenge her to believe in herself.

On pre-order for 99 cents at Amazon


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NEW Release, HUSBAND for a WEEK, reached the New York Times and USA Today bestseller lists as part of Summer Fire and is available at Amazon   for 99c

From Florida to Sicily with emotion, humor, action.

Sicilian vendetta, fake husband, and an irascible matchmaking grandmother complicate Jonathan and Isabella’s lives. Can love conquer all?

What’s your sign?

Inspiration comes to me from many avenues when I’m attuned to them.

Sometimes, I’m just not in tune. That’s when paying attention to signs helps.

Sometimes stories just smack you on the head…if you read the signs.

Here are some signs I encountered whilst traveling.

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What’s your favorite sign?


Second Chance Love

Christmas at Apple Lake Final

Christmas at Apple Lake is included in Christmas on Main Street- Book 2. With Five Fabulous new romances in the boxed set, each book is sure to warm your heart.

I wanted to create a character that had lived too long under someone else’s control and finally comes to realize she’d lived in her husband’s shadow. Now she’s ready to break the mold, but finds her children are unwavering in their persistence to continue where their father left off before his death. They’d learned control too young and too well.

When Gage Landon meets Matt Street, her entire thought process takes a life changing turn for the better. She’s ready to live. Really live.

Does Gage come into her own or will she allow her girls to send Mom back into the plastic mold where they want her to remain?


Christmas Eve, Gage Landers stacked the girl’s Christmas presents and began to wrap. She envisioned the girl’s excitement the next morning, their sweet faces aglow with anticipation of secrets underneath the paper wrappings. Presents strewn under the lighted tree, the girls squealing and thrilled at the thoughts of waiting for Christmas morning surprises. Life was as good as it was going to get.

Gage and her husband, Ken had argued over money—again. In an outburst of rage, Ken had stormed out of the house without a word, slammed the door behind him, and roared off in his souped-up Chevy. He’d been drinking and his car had rammed a telephone pole. Ken had died in a freak accident along with the woman he’d cheated on Gage with.

That was the last time she’d seen her husband alive.

Twenty-nine had been way too young for Ken to die. If only she’d known, she’d have taken steps to improve their declining marriage. In addition, she’d have developed more independence.

Now, her girls blamed her for their father’s death. They’d thrown his death in her face, that if they hadn’t argued, he’d still be alive and at home where he belonged.

Gage knows that isn’t true.

She believes in a higher being. She believes we are on this earth for a reason and it’s the same in death. We leave this world when our time here has ended, not before.

Gage fights to help her girls understand death and how to deal with their grief, but as in real life, working through grief is a long process. Gage realizes it’s hard to absorb death, much less accepting why, especially when the girls oppose her on every level.

No one ever said happiness was forever. Gage knew all about forever. It wasn’t.

Her life was upside down now and righting it was up to her. No one could do it for her. But how was she going to go about it? Certainly her girls had their own idea of how she would get back on track. No, maybe that was an understatement. They wanted her to become a shadow of them, just as she’d been a shadow of their father. To live the way they wanted her to exist. Well…that wasn’t going to happen. She’d had enough control.

A shadow of what she’d known would keep her from being what she wanted to be. What she knew she could be. What she wanted was to overcome her situation without being under someone else’s thumb, even her girls. Maybe, especially her girls. As much as she loved them, and as much as they loved her, relying on them wasn’t fair to either of her girls, whether they realized it or not. And, they didn’t. At least now. Gage prayed both girls would come to appreciate she’d have to make her own way.

Ken hadn’t wanted her to work after they’d married, and since they both wanted children right away, Gage hadn’t argued, but felt blessed to have a husband take care of her and the children that blessed their home.

Now, being taken care of had blown up in her face. She wasn’t prepared, but life wouldn’t be put off.

Ken had been the decision maker for the biggest part of their marriage. She’d had enough of control during her marriage. Control she hadn’t wanted or needed, but she’d allowed her husband to feed on her insecurities, steal her identity and her free will.

Ken hadn’t been physically abusive he just liked things to go smoothly and his way. Gage’s decision to go along had been a terrible mistake. Still the marriage had been mostly good and she’d learned to adjust. Now adjustments from the past and into the future would be a test. A test she was ready to meet head-on once she realized control was a form of abuse.

Gage tossed in the king sized bed, finally flipped back the sheet and stared up at the ceiling. Her mind’s eye followed the swirls embedded in paint, paint she and Ken had applied together. For ten years she’d shared the bed with Ken and now that he was gone, she had a second chance at making things right for her girls.

Ken had no knack for finances. But, it wasn’t entirely his fault the house was mortgaged to the hilt, and the credit cards maxed out. The medical bills had stacked up and now it was up to Gage to do something about them. But what? She had no job, nor any skills other than organizing the house as one would a business over the years.

Gage wanted more for her children. More for herself. More than to simply exist.

So, the time had come to get up off her duff and do something about being head over heels in debt, to find a way to do what she had to do. By herself.

Here’s an excerpt from the first chapter:

Christmas at Apple Lake

Since there was a chill in the air today, she’d dressed in sweats and a warm top, and then ran a brush through her blonde hair and pulled it back in a ponytail. She snagged Radar’s, her buff/white Cocker Spaniel, leash, then set off for the park a half mile away.

For fifteen minutes Radar dragged Gage along the trail until she veered onto another track and headed around the bend toward Apple Lake. Gage ran until she was satisfied Radar would lay quietly so she could rest and think about dinner plans for the girls.

With both girls now away at college, they were so busy with their own lives they barely remembered to call once a week. It would be like old times if they’d spend Christmas with her this year since they’d spent the last three in Coldwater Creek with friends, but she wouldn’t push. On the other hand maybe she would urge them. It would be nice to have them for the holidays again. Maybe she would set her wishes in motion, and hopefully the girls would agree.

She couldn’t bear the thoughts of Mr. Moore spending the holidays alone, and considered asking him if he might join them and enjoy Christmas with a family this year. Her spirits lifted at the thoughts of Christmas with the girls. A family Christmas just may be possible this year.

Gage looped Radar’s leash over the back of a wooden bench and watched while runners came and went. They seemed so free from care, so together. Gage had finally learned to relax and treasure each day, whatever life offered.

Gage wrapped her hands around her knees on the chilly, but beautiful mid-December day in the park, the leaves blowing across the winding walking trail. I’ll Be Home For Christmas played in the background from the coffeehouse around the bend. She leaned her head back and took in a breath of the cool, lazy breeze that blew across the lake, which was motionless, except for a ripple here and there.

The past six years had been hard on the girls and herself. The last three were much better, financially and emotionally. Some issues never changed though.

The girls still denied that their father had an affair even when she’d confessed, that months before, he’d had an affair with the same woman who’d died in the car with him. She hadn’t wanted the girls to discover Ken’s cheating, but they’d overheard her on the phone one day. They wouldn’t listen to reason and had resented her ever since.

“My father couldn’t possibly have cheated on you,” Keri had said, and Lynn had agreed.

“We won’t speak of this again, girls. You can believe what you choose, but the truth will never go away.” Gage had long given up explaining their father had stormed out of the house on his own. He alone had made the choice to spend time with another woman, and not his family. One day she hoped they’d be old enough to understand.

Gage sighed and prayed this evening’s dinner would be peaceful. The girls still hadn’t given her their Christmas list. Christmas was two weeks away and that gave her little time if there were any gifts that required hunting down. She sighed. There was at least one for each of the girls that she ordered online or ran all over town to find. Plus she still had to put up a tree, deal with Mr. Moore and Mrs. Devon’s contract, and The Children’s Center.

Radar paced back and forth, then came that pitiful little whine Gage was familiar with. Radar had enough inactivity. “Aww…you hungry girl?”

Radar jumped up, and put her paws on Gage’s lap and yelped. “Okay then. Let’s get you home so you can tear into your food.”

When Gage grabbed the retractable leash and swung around, she bumped her knee against the bench and then stumbled onto the track and into a runner.

“Ouch,” Gage cried out. “Sorry.” She hobbled back to the seat and checked out her knee.

She was such a klutz. The man she’d bumped into stood over her, holding back a beautiful Chocolate Lab with one hand and a paperback book in the other.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“I think I’ll live. It’s a simple surface scratch, the skin’s mostly intact.” She dabbed at her knee with the towel tucked in her belt loop. “Once I get back home, I’ll take care of it with a bandage and anti-biotic cream.”

Despite the sting of the injury, her mind was on the handsome hunk standing in front of her. True the Chocolate Lab was a perfect specimen, but not as much as his owner who stared back intensely. She couldn’t take her eyes off the man beside the dog. Oh wow. Don’t I look fetching this morning? No make-up and the worst clothes I have.

Hard as it was, she forced herself to take a deep breath and snap out of ogling the good-looking man.

“Good.” A concerned look crossed his face. “I shouldn’t have been reading while walking, otherwise I’d have seen you. It’s too busy on the trail. Would you like me to take a look at it?”

“Thanks, but no. I’m afraid it’s entirely my fault. I wasn’t watching what I was doing either.”

Radar danced around and tangled the leash around her legs. Gage bent and unwound the leash. When she did, Radar sat back on her hind legs and whined again.

The man’s lab sat quietly and cocked her head at Radar, as if to say, “What’s your problem, little one?”

“Matt Street.” He reached out a hand and gave Gage a firm handshake and a dazzling smile.

She liked a man with a strong handshake. Most of the time, it proved he was honest. “Gage Landon. And this,” she pointed to her dog. “Is Radar.”

Matt cocked an eyebrow. “Strange name for such a feminine little beauty. Sounds like a name a guy would use,” he said, and grinned.

“She honed in on every little thing when I got her. So I named her Radar.”

Matt patted his lab’s head. “This is my Prissy. She’s a great gal.” He grinned and stooped to pet Radar and introduce her to Prissy. “There, you see? They’re friends already. You two will get along fine.”

You two will get along fine. Did that mean he expected they’d see each other again? Matt was the first man since Ken’s death she’d had even an inkling of interest in and had resulted in a strange sensation inside her heart. Not to mention the chill bumps running over arms. She’d steered clear of men the past nine years, she simply hadn’t wanted to deal with the emotions relationships presented.

While Matt petted Radar, Gage gazed down on his head. There was nothing more charming than a full head of salt and pepper hair on a great looking guy. She’d always thought it was so distinguished. Well, most of the time anyway, but definitely in Matt’s case.

“I guess we’d best be getting back. Radar’s pretty hungry. I didn’t feed her before we left.” She grinned. “Me too. Hungry that is, and I could stand a cup of coffee right about now.”

Matt stood and rubbed a shoulder. “Coffee sounds good, I haven’t had any this morning either.” Matt settled a stare on her. “Maybe we could feed our dogs early tomorrow and pick up coffee at Joe’s Shack after our run. What do you say?”

“I’m not sure.” They’d just met. She knew nothing about this man. Gage gawked at him until she embarrassed herself. “I’ll grab coffee at home. Thanks though. Nice meeting you, Matt.” She pulled on Radar’s leash. “Let’s go, girl.”

Matt smiled, waved and then headed in the opposite direction. He turned back around and called to Gage. “I usually run about this time every day. It would be good to see you again. Think about coffee tomorrow. Okay?”

Gage couldn’t keep the smile off her face. “Maybe. I’ll see,” she said. “Take care of that shoulder.” Why in the world had she said that? She wasn’t his mother. She could smack herself sometimes.

“Sure thing,” Matt called over his shoulder. “And you take care of that knee.”

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Falling in Love at Christmastime

Our brand-new boxed set, Christmas on Main Street – Book 2, includes five heart-warming Christmas romances. My contribution is Mistletoe & Wine, the fifth and final book in my Music Box series.

Mistletoe & Wine takes place at Christmastime in 1986. (The title comes from a 1988 Cliff Richard song that most North Americans probably haven’t heard, but I couldn’t resist using it.) If you read Heart’s Desire, then you’re familiar with Mavis and Will, an interracial couple who fall in love in the 1950s, despite society’s disapproval. Their daughter Colleen is the heroine of Mistletoe & Wine.

I was apprehensive writing from the point of view of a mixed-race heroine. The book Black Berry, Sweet Juice by Laurence Hill helped me grasp the challenges that a biracial child might face, figuring out where they fit within two racial identities. Hill’s book made me appreciate how important cultural identity is to an individual – something those of us born into a single culture don’t usually think about. But I didn’t delve very far into this aspect of the story, focusing instead on Colleen’s budding relationship with Liam Clancy, who is the grandson of Amy and Sean from Sense of Touch. Though I didn’t plan it ahead of time, I managed to tie up the series by joining the two families featured in the first four books.

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For Colleen Dixon, Christmas of 1986 seems sure to be miserable. Having just lost her job, her lover and her apartment, she figures a trip across the country to spend the holidays at her grandmother’s house might be just what she needs. Meeting Dr. Liam Clancy during her visit brings a whole new shine to her Christmas spirit. Recently divorced, Liam never intended to fall for a woman again so soon, especially one who lives so far away. Can a holiday fling survive as a long-distance romance, or will the New Year bring the promise of something more?

You don’t need to have read the rest of the series to enjoy this story, although many of the characters from the other books make an appearance. The Clancys and Barkleys feel like family to me, and I hope readers will enjoy their journey as much as I have.

Susan R. Hughes is a USA Today bestselling author of contemporary and historical romance. Visit her website at