Tennessee and several other states are known for Ghost Towns. I find them fascinating.

One eerie Ghost Town, particularly interesting, is located in the Great Smoky Mountains area of Elkmont, Tennessee.

Elkmont, founded in 1908 by the Little River Lumber Company was a logging community. In 1910, the logging company started selling off land to wealthy families, during the late 19th and early 20th century, who built dozens of log cabins as an enjoyable bustling resort get-a-way. Most were from around Knoxville and surrounding cities.

They also formed an Appalachian Club and constructed a 3000-foot structure as use for a clubhouse.

In 1912, The Wonderland Hotel, a 50-room rustic lodge, was constructed by several Knoxville businessmen.

During the 1920s and 1930s, Elkmont, in a particular section, became known as Daisy Town, was the foremost summer journey for Knoxville’s upper society.

In two other areas, owners built lavish log homes, one that became known as Millionaires’ Row and the other, Society Hill.

Two landowners campaigned for the creation of a national park in the Great Smoky Mountains.

1925 the State of Tennessee purchased 76,000 acres from Little River Lumber Company.

Residents around Elkwood were required to remove themselves from their property.

Elkmont property owners could sell their cabins to the state for half price. They then could expect to have lifetime leases. 1952 the leases were changed to a 20-year lease and again in 1972. In 1992, the owners lost their contracts by refusal to renew, by the National Park Service.

No privately owned land would be permitted in the park.

Sadly, the landowners removed themselves from their land. All cabins, cottages and other buildings were left abandoned.

In the 80s, the park decided to demolish all structures in the Elkmont area. But in1994 the Wonderland Hotel, among other noteworthy structures, were assigned to the National Register of Historic Places. Thus, the Elkmont Historic District remains today, though without proper care the buildings resulted in shambles.

In 2005, Wonderland Hotel collapsed.

In 2009 work began to restore some of the buildings, the first being The Appalachian Clubhouse. Due to, possibly, lack of funds, only a few of the cabins have been restored.

In 2017, in what was suspected as an arson attack, burned the remains of other buildings. Many of the cabins were also burned.

The Appalachian Clubhouse was rebuilt after burning down in 1934.

The Levi Trentham Cabin, the Avent Cabin, and the Spence Cabin the along with a couple other cabins were also restored.

You may contact the National Park Service for weddings and other events.

It is my hope they can restore other parts of the historical area.

Do you have a favorite Ghost Town to share with us? I’d love reading your favorite.

Until next time…I wish you Music, Butterflies 087d7f0069385dd543178c4c2fca3430--blue-butterfly-butterfly-wings and most of all…I wish you Love.


Thinking Out Loud

A short mention of a song I heard yesterday.

I heard Archie Williams sing “Don’t Let the Sun Go Down On Me” yesterday. He’s a wonderful singer. He also has quite the story to tell. If you care to read it, google his name. Sad, but uplifting.

It’s been rainy here for a few days. Good for my plants. We have Tomato, Sweet Banana Pepper, Cilantro, Sweet Basil, Dill Weed, Marigolds and Shasta daisies. My neighbor gave us a beautiful red Amaryllis from her yard. I can’t wait to get it planted. I’d love to plant more vegetables,  but not this year.

Did any of you get sick in November or December 2019? Maybe January or February before news of the Covid-19 hit our country?

A couple of weeks before Christmas, 2019, my hubby came down with what we thought was the Flu, or a terrible sinus infection, since he’s prone to getting sinus problems every year. But it was much worse than any he’d ever experienced. It lasted about three weeks and the coughing and a few other issues continued another couple of weeks.

About two weeks into his issue, I came down with the same thing. I lost a good bit of sense of smell. We both had the worst cough we’d ever had, and it simply wouldn’t go away no matter what we took.

There were no Covid-19 tests and the Flu test would have most likely come back negative anyway. We chalked it up to a serious upper respiratory infection.

Then, my daughter-in-law couldn’t make our New Year’s dinner celebration, she was so sick. Then my son came down with similar symptoms. Grandson had been around us and was with the kids, but didn’t get ill.

Symptoms were hard to determine, but toward the end of February, we took into consideration we’d possibly all had the coronavirus. And…more importantly, our cases weren’t as bad as they could have been.

Though it’s a bit late, I’m going to get an anti-body test and suggest hubby and the kids involved do the same.

I hope all of you are well and haven’t contracted the dreaded Covid-19.

Be safe and take all precautions suggested we all do.

May God keep you all.

Until next time…I wish you Music, Butterflies   087d7f0069385dd543178c4c2fca3430--blue-butterfly-butterfly-wings   and most of all…I wish you Love

Just Venting

So, I went to the grocery store yesterday at 11:30.

I should have gone much earlier, but I didn’t. Hindsight is 20-20.

The store buzzed with people, many with no masks, no gloves. Not all of them, but at least 1/2 of them walked around as though normal times were already here.

I realize there is controversy over wearing gloves, so I won’t even go there.

People who brought children with them.

People without masks, including the folks with children by their side who were touching anything and everything they wanted to explore. People who ignored their children and their antics. Maybe they were babysitting, but I wouldn’t want someone babysitting my child and putting them in harms way.

People who ignored social distancing. One lady reached across to grab an item right across my face.

What is wrong with this picture? What is wrong with doing what we must to remain healthy? I’m reminded of when there is a surgery, and the doctor’s instructions aren’t followed, then the patient’s recovery time is lengthened or they don’t recover 100%. Often they won’t recover at all because they didn’t follow instructions, which was for their recovery, not the doctors.

I will order groceries for pick-up or delivered for quite sometime from now on, and clean everything that comes through the door. Okay, that may not be the safest to do either, but we have few options…for now anyway.

This pandemic won’t last forever, so I’m trying to do my part and follow guidelines.

My heart and thoughts are with you and I share your concerns. I pray this reading finds you and yours well.

By working together, and with God’s grace, we will rise above this pandemic.

Wash your hands. Stay safe and stay healthy.

May God keep you all.

Until next time…I wish you Music, Butterflies   087d7f0069385dd543178c4c2fca3430--blue-butterfly-butterfly-wings   and most of all…I wish you Love

Brighten Your Day

Look. I know. It’s been extremely rough within the past few weeks, especially for those of us who are quarantined and or sheltered-in-place.


That should be everyone by now, or at the very least, most of us. Also, if you must leave your home, social distancing matters and is working to help keep us from being so vulnerable to the virus.

Turmoil, in the span of many days, turned our lives upside down. Better days are ahead of us. I believe that.

I hope all of you are doing well, and making the best of conditions living this different way for a short time. It isn’t something any of us wanted or ever dreamed would happen.

Remaining healthy must be our priority, and when…when…we get back to normal, that will be a blessing.

The stakes are high, so keeping your hands clean, and social distancing makes sense.

Still looking for something to fill your days? Pull out one of those dusty cookbooks, maybe it’s your mom’s or Grandma’s handwritten recipes.

Bake cookies. Bake several loaves of bread. Try a new recipe. Bring your children, and or, your husband into the kitchen with you. Have fun.

Interact with your children. So many of you are homeschooling and I applaud you for that! Now is an important time to spend quality time with your loved ones…in your home, that is.

Reading is a proven way to relieve stress. If you love to read, online bookstores are a lifesaver! Without leaving home you can fill your reader with ebooks or order print books, whichever you prefer.

As my gift to you, Christmas Blessing (Book 4) is NOW FREE until March 28, 2020 at 11:59 PM Pacific time.

Please download FREE from Amazon and enjoy.

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My heart and thoughts are with you and I certainly share your concerns. I pray this reading finds you and yours well.

Tell someone you love them.

By working together, and with God’s grace, we will rise above this tragedy.

Wash your hands. Stay safe and stay healthy.

May God keep you all.

Until next time…I wish you Music, Butterflies 087d7f0069385dd543178c4c2fca3430--blue-butterfly-butterfly-wings and most of all…I wish you Love


On Top of Old Smoky

How does a mountain draw you into its magic? Straddled between North Carolina and Tennessee, the Smoky Mountains are known for their beauty and animal life.


We grew up not far from those mountains and sadly took them for granted as we, many times on a whim, visited more times than I care to count. They captured my soul, but none so much as when I grew older, and enough, to really appreciate their ancient nostalgia.

Any season is perfect to visit, but my favorite is during the Fall. Donning a coat, hat, gloves and boots, we would walk the scenic trails and settle down beside a mystical waterfall for our brown-bagged lunch. Yes. I said a brown-bagged lunch. So good having lunch in the wild. Sometimes one of the falls would produce a deafening roar, others not so much. Whichever, each one was a sight to behold.


Cades Cove inside the National Park is a must visit. The drive through could sometimes take hours, depending what season you go, but it’s worth every minute of the wait. Log cabins, old churches and a grist mill takes you back in time when our forefathers worked hard for a living. Tours are available. You can camp, hike, go fishing, horseback riding, or settle in for a picnic. Don’t miss a chance to visit when you can.


One of the most beautiful sights is Clingman’s Dome. When you think you’ve reached the top of the mountain, at an overlook, you haven’t. It is quite a drive up to Clingman’s Dome, but the breathtaking view is astounding. Once you arrive at the parking lot, there is an extremely steep trail to walk. I believe it’s around a half mile up, but they offer sitting areas when you need a rest. When you reach the top, some days you could possibly be in the clouds, other days you could possibly see as far as one-hundred miles away. That’s pretty awesome.

We saw deer on top. They allowed my nephew to walk within a few yards from them. He was thrilled!



If you contemplate visiting Clingman’s Dome, be sure to wear a coat, hat, gloves, and comfortable shoes. It’s cold at the top, no matter the season. Make sure all participants are physically able to make the trip.

I could go on and on bragging about the mountain and its area. Sightseeing possibilities are endless in the Smokies. You’ll need many, many days or several trips to see all the Smoky Mountains have to offer.


My second book, A Smoky Mountain Christmas is set in the Smoky Mountains. It’s available at Amazon.

Tell someone you love them.

May your 2020 be filled with good health and lots of love.

Until next time…I wish you Music, Butterflies  087d7f0069385dd543178c4c2fca3430--blue-butterfly-butterfly-wings  and most of all…I wish you Love 



Ready For Hawaii

I’m ready for Hawaii!

It’s been too many years since I made a trip to Hawaii. My first trip was with four other ladies, aged twenty-three to eighty-two. We ate many delightful meals and had a great time as sightseers.


But a few years later, when I traveled with family – that – was the trip of a lifetime. We did most everything that was on our itinerary. From early morning to late night, we were on a mission to see as much of the Islands as we could. And we did. Absolutely breathtaking, and quite an experience.


As much as I love the snow, a trip to beautiful Hawaii sure would perk up my mood. Warm sand beneath my toes, enjoying a gentle breeze sweeping over my skin, while I soak in the heat of the sun.


A luau is a must if you ever visit Hawaii. Definitely a must. We experienced the kindness of the people and wonderful food presented, while we participated in one of their traditions. They’re such fun. The dancers were amazing as they put on a fabulous show. Yes, I’m so ready to return to the Islands.

On another note, Christmas Cookies on Main Street our latest seven author book set is available at Amazon. The entire set is only .99 or Free through KU. As a bonus, each story is followed with a sweet recipe!

My story – Christmas BlessingsApple Lake series Book 4 – is included in Christmas Cookies on Main Street. Christmas Blessings will be out shortly as a single read.

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Look for another Small Town Romance coming soon!

Loving Lexi was originally written for a five book bundle four years ago. I’ve spent a great deal of time, the past few months, rewriting the entire book to reflect new characters, new setting and storyline. It’s been quite a work in progress…but a work of love. The book will be a stand alone novel. 

I hope you enjoy! 

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Loving Lexi

Journalist Lexi Warner detests dragging someone’s name through the mud. However, due to her dwindling funds, she accepts an assignment in South Carolina to interview Tate Hunter, who was the best sportscaster in Miami, Florida, that WCJD had ever hired.

Big hearted Tate Hunter rose above a bumpy upbringing became #1 sportscaster in Miami. Primed for a #1 TV station, his life falls apart after he’s accused of his wife’s death.

Found not guilty, Tate burns all bridges and relocates to Hideaway Harbor, South Carolina to begin a new life.

Lexi withholds her reason for being in the town of Hideaway Harbor from Tate. They begin to form a relationship until a mishap informs Tate who Lexi is, and worse, why she’s in town.

May your 2020 be filled with good health and lots of love.

Until next time…I wish you Music, Butterflies 087d7f0069385dd543178c4c2fca3430--blue-butterfly-butterfly-wingsand most of all…I wish you Love

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays!

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays

2019 is rapidly coming to an end. It’s Christmas Eve. Can you believe it?

I shake my head and take an appreciating glimpse back at the whirlwind days as the year mushroomed. There were good times and sad times. More good than sad, thank goodness.

The older you get, the faster the years pass. If you’re like me, there may be things you should’ve done, but didn’t. Maybe things done, that well…we won’t talk about! Don’t ask, and I won’t tell. Lol Okay, I’ll get over it and press onward to improve the next year.

Still, I’m reminded of another year I was blessed in which to participate. There were many who weren’t so blessed. May we remember to be kinder and more gentle to those less fortunate.

I’m grateful for time with family and friends. Grateful for sweet memories, celebrations and looking forward to new friends and what the future holds.

I’m also grateful for my reader friends who fill every day with joy. I appreciate each one of you so much, and thankful to have you in my life.

And…speaking of reading…

If you haven’t gotten your copy of Authors of Main Street’snewest book

Christmas Cookies on Main Street,

consider grabbing a copy. I have a feeling you’ll enjoy the stories. All authors share a favorite recipe for your enjoyment!


My story – Christmas BlessingsApple Lake series – Book 4 – is included in Christmas Cookies on Main Street. Christmas Blessings will be out shortly as a stand alone book.

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Welcome to upcoming 2020!

May your Christmas be filled with warmth, good health and lots of love.

Until next time…I wish you Music, Butterflies and most of all…I  wish you Love.

Thanksgiving – A Time for Giving

What are you thankful for?

I count my blessings every day. There have been too many to count or list. Whether large or small, they’re all important.

Thanksgiving is a special day to listen to my heart and be thankful for what God has given me. I’m thankful for everything, but most of all, for His love.

My family means the world to me. We’re a large family and sometimes there may be squabbles, misunderstandings and rifts. But in the long-run, those issues are worked out.

We’re family after all.

What family doesn’t have their problems? I don’t know of any that hasn’t had difficulties at one time or another. My family is no different.

When there are struggles to deal with and I have no answer, that’s when I have to let go of what I can’t control, because we can’t control other people. We can only be true to ourselves, forgive and forget.

Then we can move forward.

It’s a special time to remember loved ones who are no longer with us, and be thankful we were blessed to have them for the time we did. Those memories will last a lifetime.

Here are a few things I’m also thankful for.

Tough upbringing, because it made me strong
Hugs when my heart was weary
Angels to watch over me
Nonstop faith
Kindhearted, because kindness builds up others
Freedom of worship
Unbelievable blessings
Loving family

I wish you and your family the best. That you have wonderful and safe Thanksgiving. Enjoy time with your loved ones on this  special day. 


My latest book, LOVING LEXI, which will be out soon,  sat on a back burner for more than a couple of years. Originally it was part of a five book anthology author arrangement. Eventually we decided to publish on our own. I’ve spent many hours changing character’s names, the town, etc., and rewriting the book.

I hope you enjoy the first two chapters.


Chapter 1
“South Carolina?” Lexi Warner spun on one heel to face Ralph, her short-term boss. Her reflection darted back to the last time she’d been in South Carolina. “You expect me to travel to South Carolina in this heat?”
“Well, Sugah…”
Lexi bit down on her lower lip and fired a hazel-eyed glare Ralph’s way. “Lexi. My name is Lexi. Remember? Please. Don’t call me Sugah—okay?”
“I’m aware of your name.” Ralph blew out a long breath, then saluted. “Fine. Lexi it is.”
Why she’d agreed to work for Ralph at The Whisper Rag escaped her for some oddball reason. He’d always gotten under her skin, and at five in the morning, the loss of sleep didn’t help matters. At all.
Oh yeah. She remembered why she’d taken the job with Ralph.
Her checking account had sadly dwindled after her mom had called and pleaded for a loan to make her mortgage payment. Again. Repeatedly, as she had now, her mom traveled out of town without her checkbook and often failed to pay her mortgage.
Who did her mom call? Right. Me.
Lexi missed not having siblings more than ever, especially in times like these. Even if she’d had siblings, the outcome probably wouldn’t have made any difference since her mom had always relied on and trusted her. Lexi had many regrets, but taking care of her mom wasn’t one of them. She loved her mom and protected her, so she made sure there was always enough left in her own account to cover her mom’s mortgage. Just in case. And there was always a just in case…and always a loan.
A loan? Yeah right. More like a gift, as usual.
Today, her checking account balance was close to bordering on bone-dry. She had reason for concern. She’d left her checkbook back home, and adding nine-hundred to her credit card balance was out of the question if she were to purchase the bedroom set she’d had her eye on. Her stomach tightened as much as her bank account had when she’d eye-balled her balance. Still, she’d transferred funds from her savings and sent an online check to her mother’s mortgage company, whose account was now listed as a permanent bill pay from Lexi’s account.
Hoping to keep her mother at home more often and with a bit of luck, occupied, she’d presented her mom with a laptop computer. Despite patience and persistence, Lexi had zero positive results teaching her mother simple tasks on the computer. The tech personnel visited her mom more than she did. She simply didn’t get it. Lexi had eventually given up until she could convince her mom to enroll in a beginner’s computer class. Not that she thought she’d take the suggestion in a positive manner. But if it were her mom’s idea, that would be a bird of another species.
Since Lexi was in Miami on assignment from the Corner Post News, in Owen Pines, Georgia, she’d taken the assignment at The Whisper Rag, to make ends meet. Lord knows the ends needed a boost. Then again, if she had requested, her editor would have wired the money to get home, or insist she use her expense account, but she was in no mood to discuss why she had so little money. Frankly, some things weren’t meant to be shared.
Her finances were her business. Well…more like hers and her moms.
Expense account? Lexi was tight with her own money and just as frugal with the mag’s money. The expenses would be legit, but she wouldn’t take advantage, especially since her tightened budget was her responsibility, not her employers’.
Lexi breathed in the scent of the print shop. Printing and that scent were in her blood.
“Lexi. Hello there!” Ralph waved a hand in front of Lexi’s eyes to get her attention. “What’s the difference whether you’re in Florida or South Carolina? It’s hotter than a grill chock-full of red-hot charcoal here in Miami.”
Louisiana, Florida and South Carolina’s weather were one and the same to her. She rolled her eyes and cast a dubious glance at Ralph. “Haven’t you been to South Carolina in the heat of summer? The humidity is more than mind-boggling. If you want an extra shower, you have only to step outside.”
“No, I haven’t, but I know the heat can be extreme. The season has nothing to do with the sensational story you’re going to cover. The trip will be worth your time, not to mention your bank account. Hideaway Harbor won’t be as harsh as you think, especially with the bay breeze. I might suggest you book a flight into Savannah, pack and be on your way today. That is if you can get a flight out.” Ralph pulled a card from his wallet. “Once your flight is confirmed, call Art, at Best-Rent-a-Car. He owns the franchise and always gives my reporters a discount.”
There was no reason to keep debating the weather and pretending she wasn’t going to take the assignment. “Check.” Lexi tossed the card in her purse and flipped her shoulder length chestnut hair into a ponytail, then slid a rubber band from Ralph’s messy desk around the thick mass.
Ralph studied Lexi, then crossed his arms.
“Shouldn’t you tell me who to contact once I get there? Who and what is the story about? What makes it so sensational?”
“Of course, I’m getting to the details.” Ralph reached across the desk and picked up a long yellow envelope, then handed it to her. “You’ll want to read over this information before you get there. You may be there longer than expected, which should be a week, two at the most, so pack accordingly.”
“Why so long?” In her mind, Lexi was already throwing clothes in her bag. Most everything she’d brought to Miami was still in her suitcase, with the exception of hang-up clothes. Used to traveling on a shoestring, within an hour, she could shower, dress, pack, and be on her way to the airport and out of town, depending on when she could grab a flight.
“Do you remember the story in connection with Tate Hunter’s wife about a year and a half ago here in Miami? She met with a boating accident during an outing with Tate.”
Lexi closed her eyes and brought up headlines in her mind. “Yes. I do recall the story. Sad he lost his wife. I didn’t know him, but was relieved when suspicions of murder died down.”
“We were danged lucky to have someone give us a call who thinks he spotted Tate in Hideaway Harbor, South Carolina.” Ralph looked at her over black-rimmed glasses that sat at the end of his nose. “If indeed he is there, he won’t be pleased to see you. Especially, when he finds out why you’re there. So, prepare yourself accordingly.”
“Thanks for the heads-up,” she said, while twisting her chestnut ponytail tighter into the band. “Would you care to tell me why aren’t you covering the story yourself?”
“I may be wrong, but considering the circumstances, I think he’ll be more approachable if a female reporter is on the job. Besides, I don’t have the time to cover stories any longer.”
Lexi, frowned. “Why now? What’s the interest in Tate after so long? Shouldn’t you leave the poor man alone? He has lost his wife. Are you heartless or just snooping for that, ‘give the mag a push’, story?”
Ralph blew out a noisy breath as he eased a hip on top of the desk’s edge.
“Mr. Hunter left town and hasn’t been heard from since a few months after the drowning. His wife’s sister has still been on the guilty kick toward Tate even though no further evidence at the inquest was necessary to bring charges against him. Never-the-less, his sister-in-law’s on a rampage again. Tate worshipped his wife. Anyone who knew them would bear witness to their affection for one another.”
“Everyone except his sister-in-law.” Lexi rolled her eyes. “So why not look for him here first?”
“I’ve had someone on it already. While it’s unlikely Tate’s still in this area, rumor has it that he’s been seen in Hideaway Harbor. Maybe he’s settled down there, maybe not, but if he is, I want to be the first to break the story. I want to know what Tate’s been up to, or if he’s seeing anyone. You know, get the low-down on him. He was the best announcer WCJD ever hired. There must be some exciting news on him by now. Drop by the Hideaway Harbor times and speak with the owner, Garrett Webb. He may be able to give you a lead on Tate’s whereabouts.”
“Ralph. I don’t like being a part of creating distressing news and dragging someone through the mud, especially someone I don’t know.”
“Come on, Lexi. You’re a reporter. Get over it. Just bring me the story. We aren’t dragging Tate through the mud, as you put it, simply bringing him to the forefront. By the way, a company credit card is in the envelope. Use it for expenses.”
You can bet I will.
Though she wouldn’t abuse it, Lexi would have no problem applying Ralph’s card for her expense account.
None at all.
Ralph waved a hand toward the side of the room. “If you’d like to make some calls, you can use the corner office.”
As luck would have it, Lexi was fortunate enough to grab a flight at two in the morning. The flight should take about two hours and forty minutes. The drive from Savannah up the coast to Hideaway Harbor was about an hour and half, so allowing time to pick up a rental car, and what other incidental popped up, she should arrive between five-forty-five and six, give or take, in the morning.
Good. She wanted to get this trip and the story over with, and the sooner the better. She had a house to furnish, a mother to care for and deliver herself from her overbearing temporary boss. She and Ralph occasionally worked together and understood each other though, so she wasn’t burning any bridges. That was her expectation anyway.
Though leery about tearing into someone’s private life for no good reason, Lexi was ready to meet the extraordinary Tate Hunter, interview him and get back to her life.

Chapter 2
At five-thirty in the morning, Tate rubbed a hand down his scruffy beard, and then brought the plastic-covered, cardboard coffee cup to his lips. He’d been up since four-forty-five, gotten in his run, showered, and prepared for the day.
He threw away the wrapper from his blueberry muffin and drained the coffee cup. As he pulled away from one of Sally Cakes’s parking slots on Main Street, he watched Travis Turner kiss his girlfriend, Emma. Willie hugged her, then turned and jogged down the sidewalk toward the Bay, and down toward the Myra, a shrimp boat owned by his father, Leo.
Kind of early for a date, Willie.
Tate had an uncomfortable feeling about Willie. If his dad didn’t discipline him properly, he’d have his hands full…full of big time young man trouble. Tate had a soft spot in his heart for Willie and guided him in the right direction every chance he got.
Tate knew all about trouble. Since the age of six, he’d been tossed from one foster home to the other. Like any other child, each time a new family would visit the home to adopt; his hopes resonated high along with the other children’s anticipation, at St. Patrick’s Home for Children.
By the time he’d celebrated his ninth birthday, reality had set in. His dad was never coming back. Of course he’d resigned himself to that truth long ago, but in anticipation of his young state of mind, he’d still thought about and hoped his dad would show up one day. The second worst part was being shoved from one family to another. For one reason or another, about the time he got used to a family and their ways, he’d be jerked from that home and placed into another.
After a while, he’d soon become the kid no one would foster for a long period because of his unruly attitude. He’d hated being yanked around. Convinced he was doomed to live out his days at the home until high school graduation, he’d made sure he wasn’t chosen for another foster family. He knew all the tricks to avoid selection…and he was too old to be adopted. He’d learned the behaviors on how to deter a family from choosing him…and they’d worked. He totally knew how to deal with the bad stuff, people in charge, dished out. Tate fled the home on his eighteenth birthday and hadn’t looked back.
Tate dropped his hat in his lap, ran a hand through his sandy blond hair, and shook off childhood memories. Those days, and hopes of having his dad back in his life, were long gone. He’d made himself a promise. If he was ever blessed with a child, he or she would know love and the security of a home. No matter what.
Maggie nuzzled his shoulder and looked expectantly at him. He massaged her neck, then offered a snack. “Here you go, girl.”
Someone had abandoned the half-starved Maggie on the side of the road. Tate hadn’t hesitated to take her into his home. He’d seen the beauty that lay beneath the pitiful Chocolate Lab’s skin and bones. And he’d been right. A beautiful dog, Maggie had turned out to be a loving companion.
After he’d had Maggie, as he’d named her, checked over and cared for at Danielle’s  Veterinary Clinic, two weeks had passed since he and the Vet had attempted to locate the owner without success. Maggie was now his. She’d taken to him right away and was a sweet comfort to him at night. They’d both needed someone, and now neither of them were alone.
As Tate pulled up in front of Danielle’s Veterinary Clinic, Maggie began to whine when she saw where she and her master were. “Don’t worry, little girl, I’m not going to leave you forever. Everything’s going to be all right. You like Dr. Danielle. Remember?”
Maggie dropped her head, lay down across the passenger seat, stretched her paws over Tate’s leg, and whined again. He scratched behind her ear, gave her a pat, and then encouraged her to climb out of the SUV. “Let’s go get you a bath and your nails done, girl.”
Maggie hesitated, then whined again as she slid inside the front door. Dr. Danielle grasped the leash Tate offered, and gave Maggie a treat while leading her to and around the exam room door.
Dr. Danielle turned to face Tate with a smile. “You’ve done an excellent job. Maggie’s full of energy and looking much healthier than when you first brought her in. She’ll be ready when you finish your work day. Remember we close at six, so don’t be late. Otherwise I’ll have to keep her overnight.” Dr. Danielle grinned at Tate. “And…that’ll cost you.”
“Of course.” Tate scrunched his nose and smiled back at her. “I’ll be here. I know you’ll give her the once over, but please check out that spot on her ear. I think it’s healing nicely, still you’re the doc.”
“I will. You’re such a worry wart when it comes to Maggie. Though I think it’s quite thoughtful, she’ll be fine once you leave.” Dr. Danielle grinned at Tate while running a hand up and down Maggie’s back. “Trust me. Maggie’s in good hands. Now get out of here or I’ll have you running to Sally Cakes.”
Tate snapped his fingers and turned on one heel while looking back over a shoulder. “I completely forgot. Be back in a sec.”
He was back in a flash with a box and a chuckle. “I wasn’t sure what you liked so I bought a mixed dozen of muffins and scones. Whatever you don’t like, offer them to your customers. The orange scones and blueberry muffins are scrumptious. They’re my favorites.”
“Thanks so much, Tate. You may have saved my life. I’m famished.” She pulled a blueberry scone from the box and savored the first bite. “Umm…just what I needed.” She turned back to Maggie, then tilted her head toward Tate. “Don’t forget six is closing time. On your way out, grab yourself a cup of coffee.”
“Now that I will do. I won’t forget. See you at six.”
Tate relaxed for a few minutes while he took in the morning, then checked his watch. It was a little after six. He downed the remainder of his coffee Dr. Danielle had so graciously offered, dropped the cup in a holder, cranked the SUV, then headed downhill to the bay.
The sun had begun to rise over the bay, its rays peeking through a mist that added shimmers across the water’s ripples like thousands of diamonds. He listened to the hypnotizing, soft laps against the shoreline and welcomed the breeze that floated up from the bay. Tate’s opinion was that morning remained the best part of the day, for him anyway. He drew in the scent of salty sea air and knew today would be a good one.
Tate maneuvered around town for a few minutes toward the marina, and since he had a few extra minutes, stopped for gas and checked his oil. He grabbed a bag of chips, a candy bar, and a couple of sodas for lunch on the boat, then paid his bill. As he whistled a happy tune while he headed out of the station’s shop, a car pulled up to the pump behind his vehicle.
He jerked his head toward his SUV when a loud thump stopped him in his tracks. The car hadn’t rested until his SUV brought it to a standstill.
The bump wasn’t hard enough to hurt the driver, but these days you never knew what claims drivers could, or would create.
Just what I needed so early in the morning. He stepped toward the car and peeked inside the car. “Are you okay, lady?”
A swirl of chestnut curled around a lovely face that peered out from the window. She raised her eyes, which were glazed over, and nodded. “I’m fine.”
Tate stalled momentarily while he drew in a lungful of air as he stared into wide hazel eyes. “Uh…I’m glad you aren’t hurt. What are you doing pulling so close to my car?” Tate threw the bag full of snacks in the car, then slammed the door. “Didn’t you see my vehicle?”
The lady backed up the car, then jumped out with a hand placed over her heart. “I’m so sorry.” She bent over to get a look at the damages, then straightened up and placed hands on her hips. She leaned against her car door and raised her eyes to meet his. “Yes, I saw you. My sandal snagged on the gas pedal.”
He drew in a ragged breath and gazed at her. “Lady. Who taught you to drive?”
“You needn’t be so nasty. It was, after all, an accident. I’ve already explained the gas pedal caught my shoe.”
Tate shoved his hat tight against his ears, while he looked down at thin strips of leather wrapped around her feet. “You might consider losing the shoes, at least while you drive.”
Lexi glanced down at her sandals. “I think not. The problem is they’re my favorites.” She delivered him a wilted nod, all the while digging through her purse, when she came up with her phone. “I’ll call the police so they can write up a report.”
“Hold on. Don’t be so hasty. Let’s check the damage first. If your car isn’t damaged, I’m willing to overlook whatever damages you did to my SUV and let it go.”
“Really?” Lexi bit down on her lower lip. “Let it go?” A frown crossed her face, once what he’d said seemed to sink in. “Why would you do that?”
Tate checked his watch. “I really don’t have the time to deal with an accident. A charter of six are most likely waiting for me right now. I have fifteen minutes to get there and take them out.”
Lexi gasped. “Take them out? Out where? Oh Lord, are you a killer?”
Tate laughed at the confusion that crossed her face. “Take them out fishing. On my boat, Hap’s Catch.”
“Oh. So you live here then.” She breathed a sigh of relief and offered a handshake. “Lexi Warner.” She dug around her purse again. “Here’s my card.”
Lexi met Tate’s eyes. He could barely drag his eyes away from her wide hazel eyes. His fingers fumbled with his wallet as he withdrew a card, then bent down to examine damages to both vehicles.
“You can see for yourself there’s no more than a small scratch on my bumper. Yours is barely there. I think it can be buffed out, or repaired easily enough. If you have time, I’ll call Ed at the auto shop to see if he can get to it this morning. I’ll also have him pick up the car for you…if that’s agreeable.”
When Lexi smiled at him, the dimple on the side of her upper lip was hard to miss. Tate had a thing for chestnut and dimples. This gorgeous chestnut haired woman, with dimples.
“That’s a generous offer. I’d appreciate it. This is a rental car and I’d rather not turn it back in damaged. I can imagine how much my insurance would sky-rocket and that’s one thing I don’t need right now.”
Tate shrugged. When he did, the muscles on his chest left an impression on a thin T-shirt that read, Hap’s Catch. He’d caught her staring.
“And…I’d rather not deal with my insurance company. It’s such a minor incident. I’m more than happy to be of assistance,” he said.
Lexi averted her eyes from his chest. “You’re kind to offer and I’m relieved not to have to deal with the rental company and their insurance company either.”
Tate had a hard time keeping his eyes off Lexi. Something about her drew him to her and brought old memories to the surface. He checked the name again on her card, then slid it inside his wallet “Like I said, I’m happy to do what I can. May I call you Lexi?”
“Sure. No problem. You’d probably like to be on your way. If you can direct me to a motel, I’ll get settled.”
Tate thumbed his hat up an inch or so. “Unfortunately the motel is small, besides it’s probably filled. Fishermen, flood the town this time of year. The Willows is a bed and breakfast, about three blocks from here. I highly recommend it, and I’ve no doubt you’ll be happy staying there. Mrs. Romy Stone owns the place and will treat you right. Romy is dedicated to the business she fought to buy. A neighboring land-grabber had the chance to purchase the property, tear down the Victorian home and build a motel. But, Romy wasn’t having any of that.” Tate grinned. “Do you mind if I call ahead and reserve a room, if she has one available?”
“Thank you. I’d like that. I must say, dealing with someone who just damaged your vehicle, you’re being terribly considerate about the whole ordeal.”
Tate no longer listened to Lexi, but raised a hand and covered the phone with the other. “Not a problem. Hang on.”
Tate spoke kindly over the phone, thanked the person on the other end, then slipped his phone in a pocket. “You’re all set. Romy at The Willows has a room and is waiting for you.”
“Thanks. Give me directions and I’ll be on my way. My cell phone number is on my card. By the way, should I call you when I’m settled?”
“Absolutely. Call my cell. The number is listed on my card. If I don’t answer right away, I’ll return your call. I may be busy on the boat, and it’s hard to hear over the chatter and waves sometimes.” Tate turned to leave. “Ed will call you this morning. Keep your phone handy. I hope you don’t mind that I give Ed your number?”
“Not at all. How else is he to contact me? Thanks for your help and understanding.”
Tate tipped his hat, slid onto the seat of his SUV, then drove into the misty morning, toward the marina with a captivating woman and a dimple running through his mind.
Tate’s thoughts rested on Lexi as he pulled into a parking space at the docks, the softness of her voice, the natural smile, and that dimple.
Lexi was a gorgeous young woman…Too gorgeous. He wondered what she was doing in Hideaway Harbor. With his luck, she was only passing through.
No stranger to a woman’s charm, he found himself in hopes that her passing through wasn’t the case. He didn’t care for the feeling he got when he looked at her, but admitted she definitely had the attributes to draw him back into a woman’s clutches.
His dead wife’s beautiful face materialized in his mind. He brandished Lexi’s smile and the scent of her from his head.
Am I ready to plunge into something my heart has for so long resisted and couldn’t accept?
Foolish thought. He wasn’t so sure about this woman. This charming woman who’d sent his head and heart into a tailspin.
I should’ve known I’d meet a woman like Lexi at some point in my life. It was bound to happen.
She was the first woman who had come close to shattering the grip he’d maintained on his emotions. Only…he wasn’t ready for her and the changes that were sure to come his way, should he lose all resistance, and wander down that path again. He doubted if he would ever be fully prepared.
We’ll see, old man. We’ll see.
Tate gritted his teeth. He thought himself as a tough guy, but losing in love hurt. And then there were the scars he carried around as proof. Lexi Warner was a one-chance meeting for which he wasn’t equipped to deal. He’d also had no plans of putting his heart out there again. Now, depending on Lexi’s plans to remain in Hideaway Harbor, his plans could well receive a sharp turn-around.
There was something about her he couldn’t quite shake. But…she probably wouldn’t be here long enough to get to know her anyway.
Lexi Warner just might be the one to upend his plans if she stuck around long enough.
Lord help me.

I Love Fall. How about you?

Fall is finally here!

Except our days are still in the 90’s, but the evenings are cool and so refreshing. It is relaxing to sit on the deck and watch the squirrels scamper around and hide their food for upcoming winter.

The other day our community cat gave the squirrels a run for their money! Such is nature. Just so you know, all the squirrels were safe.

After a time, the cat stretched across the shaded grass and licked his paws. He was done. At least for the moment.



Fall has an energizing influence on me. I always wonder what’s around the next bend, so I’m anxious to get started. Place your coffee cup on one of the posts beside mine, button up your sweater, and jog down the lane with me. Breathe in crisp, cool air and enjoy a peaceful jog or a walk in the woods.

Perhaps we’ll run across a rock-laden stream to dip our toes into. I’m definitely reminded of The Smoky Mountains. One of my favorite places to unwind. One of my books is A Smoky Mountain Christmas, of course set in the Smokies.



Isn’t this Cornucopia beautiful? They make such delightful decorations. Which reminds me, it’s time for a pumpkin pie or pumpkin bread. Warm and spicy from the oven, and the entire house has an incredible aroma. Maybe I’ll bake one or the other today. Who knows?

Our Authors of Main Street latest anthology, tentatively entitled Christmas Cookies, is scheduled for release some time in October, 2019. We’ll post when the book releases.

My contribution for the set is CHRISTMAS BLESSINGS. – which is the fourth and last book in the APPLE LAKE series. 

I hope you enjoy Luke and Ellie’s journey!

Christmas Blessings (small)



On another note, Stone of Truth is FREE at Amazon, until
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What are your favorite things to do through Fall?

I wish you Music, Butterflies and most of all Love.