Monday, February 11, 2019

Longmont Library Author Festival 2019

What a wonderful day being pampered and made to feel so special at the Longmont Library. 

It was beautiful weather, and I met lots of readers and other authors, and shared some quality time with my sister. 

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              My "table buddy" was Betty Lavelle:                                 photographer, artist, and poet. 

      Thank you Sherri, and all the wonderful people at the Longmont Library for once again making the author appreciation festival a great event.  

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For a peek at Ontario history, don't miss Patricia Stott-Prince's book Muskoka Falls: The Village 1859 – 2018

   Patricia grew up in Muskoka Falls, and felt there was a need to record the history of the village which she loves. Her father William McClelland, built the Muskoka General Store in 1947, and the family lived at the store, which is still standing as a private home. A big part of the community, McClelland also ran the Highland Mill. 
Patricia Stott-Prince
Patricia's writing adventure sent her researching long forgotten archives, and offered her an opportunity for re-acquainting and reminiscing with old friends. 

For a signed copy Muskoka Falls: The Village 1859 – 2018  go to...stottprince@gmail.com.

 For folks in the area, stop by...... Veranda in Bracebridge and the Muskoka Discovery Centre in Gravenhurst

Snow Sculpting in Berthoud

Sunday, January 27, 2019

Remembering a piece of Ontario history.

For a peek at Ontario history, don't miss Patricia Stott-Prince's book Muskoka Falls: The Village 1859 – 2018

  Patricia grew up in Muskoka Falls, and felt there was a need to record the history of the village which she loves. Her father William McClelland, built the Muskoka General Store in 1947, and the family lived at the store which is still standing as a private home. A big part of the community, McClelland also ran the Highland Mill. With the Ontario Free Grants and Homestead Act (1868), land was opened to settlement in the Muskoka area and became available to farmers.

Patricia Stott-Prince

Patricia's writing adventure sent her researching long forgotten archives, and offered her an opportunity for re-acquainting and reminiscing with old friends. 

The Muskoka region is named for the Ojibwe chief who resided there, Mesqua Ukie / Mesqua Ukee (whose name is said to mean "not easily turned back in the day of battle").

Patricia never turned back either, and her finished book is now available.

For a signed copy of
 Muskoka Falls: The Village 1859 – 2018  
go to...stottprince@gmail.com.

 For folks in the area, stop by...... Veranda in Bracebridge and the Muskoka Discovery Centre in Gravenhurst

Monday, January 14, 2019

Interview with the reptile.

    I was nervous, which was unusual for me. As a newspaper reporter I'd interviewed celebrities (both athletic and Hollywood types), heads of state, religious figures, and my own personal group--the common man. But I had never interviewed what might be a reptile, one that could kill me in the blink of an eye.  
    Arriving early at the office building of Mr. White, I really didn't know what to expect. He sounded human enough on the phone, his photo on Facebook looked "normal", and his about our company page seemed legit. It had to be an elaborate hoax. 

  Slipping into the ladies room in the lobby, I took advantage of the facilities, washed my somewhat shaking hands, and after checking the load in my Glock, slipped it back into my purse.  
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The tip I'd received had been an anonymous E-mail message. But thanks to the super/cyber skills of  our in-house nerd, Ralph the Router, we knew it came from the daughter of Mr. White's secretary. 
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   When we tracked the young woman down, she refused to speak with us other than saying "My mother told me something's not right at that place. She said they're monsters, and now she's disappeared. Please check it out." 
    When I entered the outer office, the secretary was definitely MIA. Then a deep voice echoed from the inner sanctum bidding me enter. As I reached the threshold, crazy images of a reptile in a business suite flashed through my mind. 
      But when I saw him, he looked okay to me. Was I disappointed or relieved? A little of both, I suppose. 
I asked the usual mundane questions about him and his business. Then I threw in the ringer. 
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      "Rumor has it there are reptile invaders working for your company." 
       He grinned, as if to laugh off the ridiculous statement. Then the grin widened to accommodate his elongating teeth, and a forked tongue flicked in and out of his mouth.
     I jumped to my feet and ran. The creature smashed his still human-looking hand down on a desktop button--the door slammed shut before I could reach it. 
    When I turned around, back pressed up against the unyielding panel, Mr. White was beginning to show his true colors--mostly green, and a brief flash of red in his eyes. 
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                  Damn...the rumor had been true. 
    Spittle oozed from one corner of his  mouth. His body grew larger splitting the seams of his Brioni suit until the material hung in shreds on his scale covered body. 
    I dashed to one side, liberating my Glock--my finger twitching on the trigger. "I won't hesitate to shoot." 
    He growled out a response and leaped over the desk, his fingers having turned to lethal claws. 
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    I fired off three rounds. He didn't even slow down and I figured I was a goner. He held me captive, then  suddenly grew still. Swiveling his giant lizard head toward the door, he sniffed the air like a huge scaly dog. 
    He bellowed as if enraged by something I couldn't see. The door burst open and the object of his discontent rushed in.  
       Three women dressed to kill (or rather dressed for combat) and a woolly creature the likes of which I had never seen, took control of the room. 
      They circled around, armed with various weapons, from bo stick to contemporary arms, and the woolly creature had the reptile backed into a corner. 
     Green blood oozed from several of the former Mr. White's wounds, and a putrid odor permeate the room. With a roar of anger he leaped over the shaggy beast they called Noodge, and smashing through a window, he made his escape. 

     The three warrior women turned in my direction. 
      "You okay?" asked the one with white hair. 
   "I guess so," I stammered, still shook up and trying to come to grips with what I had just witnessed. 
        "I'm Bliss," said the redhead. "Good thing we were on our way here today. I think your lunch meeting with Mr. White was more a case of you actually being his lunch." 
       I swallowed hard, trying not to visualize that scenario in too much detail. "What's this all about," I asked, my reporter's training kicking in. 
        "You'd do well to forget what happened here today," advised the one with raven black hair. "Consider it a public service to keep this under your hat until we eradicate these monsters. When this is over, we'll see you get an exclusive."
       "If you don't," Bliss put in, "they'll come after you. And the next time you may not be as lucky."
       Taking their advice, which by the intense look in their eyes came across as more of a threat than a request, I nodded in agreement. 
     They retreated as quickly as they'd appeared, the massive beast at their side. 
      I knew this was the story of a lifetime, but if I didn't take their advice that lifetime might be cut very short. 
     Read the Fae Warriors Trilogy and find out how three sisters, Solace, Bliss, & Portence, stop the alien reptiles bent on world takeover. Although a trilogy, each full-length book stands alone. No dainty flower faeries here--this story features six-foot-tall female Fae warriors, and the courageous men who love them and stand by their side.
     Buy Solace            Buy Bliss            Buy Portence

  Solace Goodeve, one of Mother Nature’s favorite Fae Warriors, is assigned to Earth to help save the planet. Reptile invaders, disguising themselves as humans, are waging a takeover—and Mother is mad enough to eat asteroids. Solace is ready to prove herself as a warrior, but having a human for a partner is not in her battle plan—even if the man is rugged, ripped, and ready for action.

   Ex-Army Ranger, Tanner Jackson, has seen his share of black op missions. The last one took a toll on both body and soul. Tanner isn’t looking for love, even though his new partner is six-foot-tall and drop dead gorgeous. However, after Solace shows him a new meaning to working undercover, he may have to reconsider that possibility.

   As the Reps plan to sabotage NOAA, Tanner and Solace must learn to trust one another. But as they're trying to save the world, Solace and Tanner might just lose their hearts—and that takes the most courage of all.

     Fae Warrior, Bliss Goodeve, fires up her empath skills to help Mother Nature battle the Reptiles invading Earth. But when it comes to her new human partner, Nathaniel Winston Calhoun, Bliss would rather make love than wage war. A man of mystery, he even makes horn-rimmed glasses and a white lab coat look sexy.
    Nate admits to being a brainiac, at least that’s the persona he shows the outside world. If his boss discovered his checkered past, life could get complicated. The bad boy in Nate wants Bliss in the worst way. The scientist in him calculates high odds of being left brokenhearted.   
   After one Reptile goes rogue, it’s up to Bliss, Nate, and an alien critter named Noodge to bring him down. But time is running out, and things are heating up—especially romantically. Bliss is all for living in the moment. But will that be enough for Nate?
 In the final battle to save the Earth, Fae Warrior, Portence Goodeve stands ready to serve Mother Nature. But as she fights for the future of the planet, she’s haunted by her past. One near-death experience and a betrayal that goes deep become weapons that could get her killed.

     Malachi, a cross/breed, half-sorcerer and half-Fae, is back to help fight the Reptile invaders. Once upon a time, his sexy Fae-half stole Portence's heart, breath, and good sense. Then he abandoned her—what if it happens again? Should she surrender to desire, giving both Malachi and love another chance? Or seek retribution and be done with him forever?

    Portence and her sisters, as well as their Earth partners, are in a fight for their lives. When Malachi's magic is stolen and his life is in danger, will she discover the path to her future is bound by both love and duty?

Wednesday, January 2, 2019

Follow the Arrows

       All over the country, 70-foot concrete
arrows can be found in remote locations.
Follow them, and they'll point you out of
the desert.

They come courtesy of the US Postal Services Air Force and will point you all the way across the continental United States. They were constructed in 1924 to guide postal planes in the right direction as
they carried mail from coast to coast.

These old planes couldn't rely on radios at that time, so they used these arrows, along with beacon towers, to navigate.

The arrows and beacons bisect the United States from San Francisco to New York City.

The towers were 50 feet tall and fixed with gas lights that could be seen from 10 miles away, helping lost pilots find their way. 

This is a model of the arrows and towers in their heyday.

World War II brought new advances in
radio technology effectively making the
towers and arrows system obsolete.

 The towers were mostly dismantled, but some of the arrows remain. Is there one near you?

                      List of locations for arrows

Monday, December 17, 2018

Snow Sculptures in Berthoud

 Had a nice walk through Fickel park on Sunday. Thank you Kathy and Steve. The weather has been unusually warm which made it hard for the sculptors, and their creations won't last long.
     Scuba diver and friends. 

Mr. Potato Head
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 Hearts Intertwined 

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The finished project. Book on top, mouse on front of shoe and if you look through the window, a nice big wedge of cheese. One of the best. 

                                                My  favorite, 
the huggy bears


 Other large permanent sculptures in the park

the horse has wings!

Wednesday, December 12, 2018

Meet Mary Morgan: author of breathtaking Celtic Romance

                     Will their love destroy a kingdom 
                   or unite a fractured realm?

   Today please welcome Mary Morgan, a sister Rose at The Wild Rose Press. We are celebrating her new release TRIAL OF A WARRIOR, Legends of the Fenian Warriors, Book 3

   Thank you, Mary, for joining me at the farm today.  To indulge your love for all things Scottish we have scones, cranachan and clootie dumplings! How do you take your tea?

  MM: Oh, my, Gini! Everything looks delicious! I’ll take two lumps of sugar in my tea, please.  

  GR: Readers and writers alike want to know, does writing come easily for you, the words just flying from mind to fingertips, or is it more a process of determination? Do you have daily goals?

  MM: I’m more of a plotter, Gini, so this makes it easy for me to write. If I’m struggling with a scene, I’ll go for a walk or listen to music. Yet, there are times when the characters take control, and I’m scrambling to keep up with them. I try to keep to a daily word count, but it does not control me. If I write 500, or 5,000 words a day, I’m happy. 

   GR: If travel to outer space was more common and affordable, would you go?

   MM: Yes! My first love (at a very young age) was airplanes and space flight. I wanted to be the first woman astronaut in space and/or on the moon. Whenever I travel by plane, I become giddy. 

  GR: Oh Mary, you sound as brave and adventurous as the characters about whom you write! What would you like to be for 48 hours—a rock star, butterfly, a tree, a Scottish princess….

   MM: I’d like to be a dolphin and swim the depths of the ocean. 

    GR: I've always had a special love of dolphins too! What inspired your new release, and what are you working on now?

    MM: I have always been fascinated with Celtic mythology, so it only made sense that I would develop and expand the world of the Fenian Fae Warriors. Theirs was a world rich in legends, colors, and senses. I’ve based my own fictional account on the legend of the Tuatha Dé Danann—one of the invasions of Ireland. They were known as the Shining Ones or the Fae. From there, I created my own fictional Fae heroes and heroines. 

  Currently, I’m working on the fourth and final book in the Legends of the Fenian Warriors, called, Destiny of a Warrior. This is the story of Aidan Kerrigan, one of the mightiest warriors of the Fae realm, and his exile from his own kingdom after falling in love with a mortal woman. 

   GR: What type of books do you prefer to read in you “spare” time?

   MM: I’m an eclectic reader, and it depends on my mood. During the spring, it’s regency romances. Summer is a mixture of fantasy, contemporary, and non-fiction reads. Autumn is mostly paranormal (I love a good vampire romance). And during the holidays and winter, it’s mostly short holiday/winter romances, in particular the Harlequin seasonal historical stories. They’re short and a perfect way to keep me in the spirit of the season. It’s a ritual I started when I worked for Borders Books.  

    GR: I agree, it's fun to dip into several genre depending on one's mood. I’m so glad you could come for a visit.

     MM: Thanks, Gini, for having me on your blog today! Loved spending time with you and your readers. 

     GR: You are so welcome. While everybody takes a moment to peruse your excerpt, we can go play with the animals. They like cookies too (especially the goats).
Their greatest adventure lies within their hearts.
 Available now at :
Barnes and Noble
The Wild Rose Press

Blurb ~                   
"You met them in the Order of the Dragon Knights. Now, journey to the realm of the Fae and witness their legends!”
                 A warrior sentenced to die.
  On trial for breaking a supreme Fae law, Fenian Warrior, Liam MacGregor has no regrets. He is prepared to accept his sentence—even if it means his death. However, freedom comes in an unexpected manner, and brings with it certain dangers as he travels through the Veil of Ages. 
      A princess honor-bound to remain hidden.
    Princess Abela might be a priestess and the daughter of royalty, but that doesn’t prevent her from doing the unimaginable. She sacrifices duty and honor to set free the man who captured her heart so many years ago. No matter the severity of his crimes, she cannot let Liam die.
            A rescue that will bring about a war 
                      and divide a kingdom!   
   In their quest to secure a treaty to forestall Liam’s death sentence, they must fight their desires for one another, as well as the Fenian Warriors sent to capture them. 


Taking the end of her braid, Liam wove the soft hair around his finger. Black as ebony, the lock glistened in the soft glow of the fire. She’d tempted him beyond reason. Once, he thought there might have been a destiny, but her words of rejection slammed the door on any possibility. If she had no desire to claim him, why did Abela come to his initiation? 

“Why witness my ceremony?” He let out a frustrated breath and brought the braid to his lips. 

“Because I never said goodbye,” she uttered softly. Lifting her head, her eyes sought his and her cheeks colored from the heat of his gaze. 

Liam was unable to look away from her beauty. “No. I recall harsh words and tears.” 

“We were young—naïve.”

“Stubborn and set on a path of adventure,” he added. 

“But our roads have led us to this fork, so to speak.” 

Liam cupped her chin. “Was it destined?” He felt her tremble from his touch. 

“I am not a seer,” she replied, darting her tongue out along her bottom lip.  

His mind screamed at him to move away. She was a princess—a priestess. But the temptation to taste her lips once more seeped into his being. Liam bent his head and placed a feather-like kiss on the corner of her mouth. 

A small breathless whisper escaped her lips, “More.”

Her invitation sparked a desire that had remained sealed. Cupping the back of her head, he continued to kiss her tenderly on the eyes, nose, and forehead. As he shifted his position, Liam brought his arms around her and dared to feast on something that was forbidden. If death was his future, he wanted one more kiss to take with him. 

Meet Mary: 

Award-winning Celtic paranormal and fantasy romance author, Mary Morgan,
resides in Northern California, with her own knight in shining armor. However, during her travels to Scotland, England, and Ireland, she left a part of her soul in one of these countries and vows to return.

Mary's passion for books started at an early age along with an overactive imagination. She spent far too much time daydreaming and was told quite often to remove her head from the clouds. It wasn't until the closure of Borders Books where Mary worked that she found her true calling--writing romance. Now, the worlds she created in her mind are coming to life within her stories.

If you enjoy history, tortured heroes, and a wee bit of magic, then time-travel within the pages of her books.

Follow Mary at:
Amazon Author Page

Saturday, December 8, 2018

Poinsettia Paradise, a visit to The Flower Bin

      During the Christmas Season, my sister and I love to visit The Flower Bin for a blast of Holiday cheer. Warm and inviting it even smells wonderful. Located in Longmont, Colorado, they have been around for 47 years, wowing us with botanical marvels.
 A metal sculpture donkey, one of my favorite things, greeted us at the door. 
 Inside, there is something for everyone from the traditional.... 

to the whimsical... 

But the real showstopper, is the poinsettia display. Row after row of hundreds and hundreds of poinsettia of nearly every color and form. 

    According to Kim, the manager, each plant is grown onsite from a cutting.

And after many months of being lovingly cared for, they are ready to meet the world. Thank you Kim for your time and all the great information. You made us feel so welcome. 


      If succulents are your thing, you won't be disappointed either. 
Some of these cacti were HUGE. 
Or if you are planning ahead for next summer, you might need one of these. 
             The koy pond was very relaxing,                      and after browsing to our heart's content,
      we spotted two more sweet donkeys  
                We really enjoy this family tradition. 
         Take a few minutes, regardless of the season, 
                to visit this unique place to shop.
The Flower Bin's trademark goose bids us adieu.