Friday, January 8, 2021

Book Give Away and Gift Card.

 Every month in 2021, N.N. Light will have a rafflecopter give away with e-books, paperbacks and gift cards. 

This month my book UNDERCOVER OUTLAW is included. Be sure to list my book on the entry form.

                                     Browse this book!                                                                            

                        Enter give away here!

  Jesse is determined to track down the man who killed his brother in cold blood. Impersonating an outlaw, his quest for justice becomes a living, breathing, part of his soul.

    Trinity is heading to Denver to escape her vicious guardians. When her stagecoach is robbed, Jesse kidnaps her, and all her well-laid plans collide with his, leaving them both in danger.

    Trapped in Prairie Ridge by a flood, Jesse and Trinity's feelings soon run as high and wild as the river. When Jesse is accused of murder, Trinity stands by his side, and they take on the town's tyrannical leader. As the city cowers in fear, help comes from an unexpected source, but can it save Jesse from a hangman's noose?

  Enter give away here!

Good luck and see you next month for a new contest when my book included in the raffle will be a medieval road trip love story, 

                                     IRON HEART

    



#romancereaders #giveaway #freebooks #gift cards 


Monday, January 4, 2021

Abby and Gabby the Transgender Ducks.



 I have had my two female Rouen ducks for over 20 years. They look similar to Mallards, but are heavier and they don't fly. Seen here they have no tail curls, no neck rings, and overall drab camouflage coloring. 
                    Mother Goose (Lolly) with Abby & Gabby 
  Mother Goose with Gabby, and Emmy duck the Kaki Campbell.

Year after year Abby and Gabby laid eggs for me. Then about four or five years ago they stopped. About two years ago, I noticed Gabby had a tail curl. Usually an indication the duck is a male (drake). 

Then Gabby also started getting a white ring around her neck. I thought I was loosing my mind. How could this be? With a little research I learned that female ducks (hens) are born with two ovaries, but generally only the left one is functional. As they age and this ovary begins to fail, the cells can transform and the production of  testosterone is not unheard of. (This can also happen in a large flock of mainly female ducks. Then the transformation is not necessarily relative to age.)

Before neck ring but has tail curl

              Now with tail curl, neck ring and beak changing. 

As the months rolled by, I noticed when sunlight shone on Gabby's head, a pretty green sheen could be seen as well. She was becoming quite colorful, with her beak showing more and more streaks of bright orange. 
A year or so later, Abby must have noticed this wild affectation flaunted by her sister, and apparently jealous of such elegant plumage, she began the same transformation. 

 Now, with both of them brimming with testosterone, 
                   occasional scuffles breakout.                                                            
      Mother Goose still rules the "flock" and plays referee.

Bottom line, I guess boys will be boys, or girls can be boys. Either way, I love my Gabby and Abby. They are good little ducks whatever color or gender they choose to display. 
                                    

Elegant Plumage from the Love Rock Musical Hair 
Over 50 years later this album is still relevant.

#ducks #transgender #atthefarm #HairtheAmericanTribalLoveRockMusical




Thursday, December 17, 2020

Berhoud Colorado Ice Sculpture 2020

Despite the warm temps the Berthoud Ice Sculpting contest took place this past week. Humor abounded along with architectural wonders. Here are the amazing results! My photos do not do them justice. It was a nice little afternoon entertainment, spent with my sister and brother-in-law all wearing out holiday masks. 



 Dung beetles moving a ball labeled 2020. LOL 2nd place winner.
     Incredible work making such a perfect sphere. 


Grandma got run over by a reindeer!
Third place winner. 


Very nice architectural achievement here. 


 Baby Yoda
This one made everybody laugh!



Santa in jail: 1st place winner!

A bit of a weary warrior. had to love him though, 
some of his great detail melted. 

Love the expression on this sweet face.


A Christmas dwarf with a big hat and an even bigger beard. 


An amazing show of talent. Thank you to all who made it happen.




#Berthoudsnowsculpture #BertoudColorado



Tuesday, December 15, 2020

Solace Fae Warrior book 1 Finalist in NN Light 2020 contest.

                                                                                                               

Thank you N N Light for selecting Solace and Undercover Outlaw as finalist for book of the year


Solace: A contemporary sci/fi fantasy of romance and adventure.

                             
Will one of Mother Nature’s favorite Fae Warrior
                     Win the battle, but lose her heart? 
              Solace and Tanner are fighting for their lives
                   as Reptile invaders threaten to take over Earth.
                     
                              Solace: The Fae Warriors Trilogy book 1


  
                                
Solace: Fae Warriors book 1
  There must be some mistake. The man striding toward her couldn’t be Tanner Jackson. Dressed in a black t-shirt, camo cargo pants, and rugged lace up boots, he looked ready for a special ops mission, not a day of wrestling with figures and scientific data. Tall and well-muscled, he appeared rock solid, like he belonged in the age of Athena. In fact, he seemed so overwhelmingly masculine, she worried he might not be human. That gave her pause. Had the Reps already established a man on the inside?  
    Other than Reps, she had nothing against alternate species, including humans. She just liked to know for sure with whom or what she was dealing. Double standard of course, as she had no intentions of letting this man know her Fae status.
  His dark brown hair, curiously well beyond regulation length, curled past the nape of his neck, and even darker brown eyes studied her as he drew near. He halted before her, his arms crossed over his broad chest, his stance slightly spread to give maximum stability.  Without a word, he reached for the I.D. dangling from the strap around her neck.
  “I had hoped for a tour of the facility,” she said, snatching the card from his hand.
   His commanding presence made her feel out of control, not an acceptable condition unless she happened to be in his bed. Oh for crying Cassiopeia, this was not the time for randy thoughts and daydreams. Right now she needed her wits about her. She clamped her lips together and returned his unyielding stare, all the while wondering what secrets he knew as she fought the urge to become lost in the dark depths of his eyes.
   “I’m afraid your request is out of the question,” he said, snapping her back to reality. “We’re on level six lockdown. Any higher and our interview would have been cancelled, a true shame as I would have been very sorry to disappoint you.”
   She doubted he could disappoint a woman in any capacity. “Why the high security?” she asked, following as he turned and headed for the door he’d come through. “Let’s start the interview with that question.”
   He gave a little snort of amusement and escorted her to a comfortable room housing a table, plush chairs, a small fridge and a coffee machine. Not waiting for her, he took to a chair and scrubbed a hand across his face. Only now did she notice the shadowy smudges beneath his eyes. He looked like he needed a good night’s sleep. Again her mind strayed to a vivid image of him in bed. It hadn’t taken long for her to disregard her vow to swear-off Earth men. Cursing her racing hormones, she took the chair across from him and pulled out her hand-held to record their conversation.
    “No taping,” he said.
    “But…”
    “Some areas have voice activated security checkpoints.”
    With a huff she reached for the recording device intending click it on as she shoved it back inside her purse. He grabbed her wrist and stopped her cold then calmly relieved her of the little contraption, removed the back panel, and flipped out the rechargeable battery. With a knowing look, he deposited the pieces back into her hand.
    Calling up her best expression of sarcastic disdain, she dumped everything inside her purse and dug around for a pen and paper. The back of her grocery list would have to do.
    He still hadn’t answered her first question, but by now she couldn’t remember what it had been so she tried another. “Maybe you could tell me more of what you do here.” She had a basic idea but was curious to see what he would reveal.
    “How about some coffee?” he asked, rising and heading toward the coffee maker. Again he avoided answering her question. This was going to be a fascinating interview.   
    “I’d prefer tea,” she said, just to be obstinate.
     Not missing a beat, he accommodated the request. For a big man he moved easily, just short of graceful, as he went about the mundane chore. How could he stand to work in an office capacity, cruelly forcing his gorgeous body to sit in a chair behind a computer day after day? He looked like he should be on the frontlines saving the world from the disaster she feared they were heading for.
   “Straight up or fancy?” he asked.
   “Straight up is fine.” It didn’t really matter as she hated tea and had no intentions of drinking it.
    He set the cup before her along with a little plate of cookies. How sweet, now she felt guilty about requesting the tea. After resuming his seat, tasting his coffee, and eating a cookie in two bites, he stared at her like a hopeful child waiting for her to do the same. Left with little choice, she took a nibble of cookie and braved a sip of tea.


#ScifiFantasyRomanceReaders  #FaeWarriorsRomance
#FaeWarriorsTrilogy #ReptileInvasion  


Undercover Outlaw Finalist in NN Light 2020 contest.

 


Thank you N N Light for selecting Undercover Outlaw as a finalist for book of the year!



Undercover Outlaw: 
Romance and adventure in the Old West. 
                    How far would you go to find your brother's killer? 
                              Jesse's ready to sacrifice everything.  
                   Would you throw caution to the wind,
                         and follow your heart for a man you just met?
                                Trinity is about to do just that.


Undercover Outlaw
  Trinity spun around to face Jesse head-on. “What are you doing here?” 
“I live here, remember. What are you doing here? I told you to stay away from this place.”
  “I’m attending a birthday party.” Her surprise at seeing Jesse quickly turned to desire, warm as liquid sunshine. 
     He glanced around the empty room. “Are we early or late?” 
     “I don’t know.”
     “I think perhaps we’re both right on time, and Mary June planned this whole surprise.”
      Whether they’d been tricked or not, Trinity longed for Jesse to say all that really mattered was they were together. But he didn’t. He just kept staring at her while silence hung in the air, heavy as the fragrance of honeysuckle on a hot summer night.
       Jesse narrowed his gaze, his expression turning dark. “What the heck are you wearing?” His voice, hard as flint, cut to the quick. “I don’t need any new girls on the payroll.”
       Her cheeks grew hot. How could she have forgotten her attire? 
Recalling what her friends said about first time love and not letting the moment pass into a lifetime of regret, she ignored his harsh words.  
    “You don’t like my costume?”
     His gaze jumped to her face. There was fire in his eyes, but not anger. Now he studied her deliciously slow, his gaze almost a physical touch. “I never said I didn’t like it.” 
      “I could take it off if you prefer.” She toyed with the ribbon tied at her waist.
      A ragged, guttural noise was his only response before he found his voice. “What I want isn’t important.” Even now his voice wavered. “Where’s Mary June?”
      The question took her off guard, and hot jealousy bolted through her. How could he think of another woman when she stood before him so invitingly—with an almost hand-written invitation to do more than just look?
      “Mary June? Why?”
      “I need to speak with her.”
       Hurt by his rejection, she headed for the door. “Have a seat. I’ll find her for you.” Stalking past, she floundered on the high heeled boots, and bit back a curse.
       Jesse reached to steady her, his fingers wrapping around her arm, holding fast. “You sound jealous.” He drew her close, turning her in the circle of his arms. Could he see the hurt in her eyes?
       “You are jealous. Aw, hellfire, Trinity.” He sounded as if he’d finally given himself over to some unseen force. 
       She struggled against him. “I thought you wanted Mary June.”
      “What I really want,” he whispered, “is you—only you.”


#westernromance #historicalromance #romancereaders #fivestarhistoricalwestern #cowboyhero 



Monday, November 30, 2020

A Recipe for Forever A Redford Falls story Book 4


                                   

 She has one last hope – a small, family-run bakery that might just be baking up second chances. 

Dwindling finances has Jess Robinson running out of options. With a past filled with failures, she longs for a new beginning. Applying for a job she isn’t qualified for may be another crazy mistake, but at this point Jess has nothing to lose. 

Juggling two jobs, Travis Cooper has absolutely no time for a relationship and isn’t looking for one. But when his mother hires an unqualified baker, he has more to worry about than three-tiered wedding cakes and fighting fires. Will he break his own no-dating-employees rule and make a little room in his life for love?


Excerpt: 

Silky hair caressed his cheek. Wildflowers teased his nostrils. Warmth invaded his body. He resisted the urge to pull her closer. What have I done? He straightened, forcing temptation aside. He clasped his hands on her tiny waist and stepped backward.

Pink staining her cheeks, she glanced downward and smoothed the front of her skirt with a shaky hand. “You won’t regret hiring me.”

He cleared his throat, swallowing the anxiety her words caused. “When can you—”

“Tomorrow!” Jess pushed a strand of hair behind her ear. “Sorry.”

“Okay.” Travis caught his mother’s grin. “Mom will give you the paperwork. She’s also in charge of training. You two work out the details.” He waved a hand toward the door. “Now, get out of my kitchen. I have a baby shower cake to make.”

He watched Jess follow Mom out of the room. The sway of Jess’ hips spiked his blood pressure. I’m doomed. Travis reached for a mixing bowl, hoping to lose himself in a world of desserts. He had to calm his racing heart and forget the sweetness he just hired.


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Spring has sprung in Redford Falls. This story centers around the local bakery, so beware, it may send you heading off to the kitchen for something sweet. Travis, the hero of the story, is not only a hunky fireman, but a guy who will bake his way into your heart. 

The heroine, Jess, has a few family issues that have left her searching for her own self-worth, and a clear path to her future. Working at the bakery helps her deal with both issues as she discovers she is more courageous than she thought.

This story also introduces Heather, Travis' mother, and Mr. Moretti, Jess' landlord. Heather has a caring nature and is not only a good listener, but has words of wisdom to share, and a very surprising connection to Mr. Moretti. Great secondary characters, both of which I enjoyed meeting. 

This is a satisfying addition to the Redford Falls series, although somehow I felt the story could have been longer. I'm always intrigued by the legendary rabbit. 

Favorite line: Travis lost focus. He couldn't think past Jess' smiling lips, with which he'd like to make a personal acquaintance. 

 Ask the Author: 

If money was no object and travel was safe, name three places you would like to visit. 

Australia, Switzerland, and Scotland.

Definitely an interesting itinerary. 


About Darlene Fredette

Darlene resides on the Atlantic Coast of Canada where the summers are too short and the winters are too long. An avid reader since childhood, Darlene loved to develop the many stories coming to life in her head. She writes contemporary romances with a focus on plot-driven page-turners. When not working on her next book, she can be found with her husband, her daughter, and her yellow Labrador. Darlene’s favourite pastime is taking summer day-trips to the Valley to soak in the small-town feel.


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Monday, November 23, 2020

Make a Wish. The wishbone legend and tips on winning.

                                            

Remember waiting for the wishbone to dry out so you and someone else could make a wish and break it?  I sure do. The bone definitely wasn't lucky for the turkey, but down through the ages apparently several groups of people believed in the good fortune of the fragile bone. 

Apparently there are several different grips acceptable, as seen above. And the origin of the practice dates back more than 2000 years, to ancient Etruscans and Romans who attributed wish-giving powers to the dried wishbone of a chicken.

Fossil discoveries of recent decades have shown that some kinds of dinosaurs also had wishbones. In particular, those dinosaurs known as theropods: carnivorous dinosaurs that stood upright and walked — and ran — on two legs. ... This means the wishbone itself dates back more than 150 million years.

       Can you see the wishbone!    Photo from Great Parks of Hamilton County 

The tradition was apparently passed down through he ages from Romans to the ancestral English, who brought the ritual with them over to Plymouth Rock. With the abundance of wild turkeys the good luck superstition switched from chickens to turkeys. 

    Even today, the good luck legend lives on and jewelry resembling wishbones remains popular.  




Hints on winning. 
Be sure your hands are dry. Some people suggested spraying your hand with hairspray, (that sounds a bit like cheating!). Another tip, just grip your side and wait. letting your opponent do the work probably pulling up and out and breaking the bone on their side. 

Oh no—what if the bone splits up the center into equal pieces, or breaks into three pieces? According to the wishbone rules, both people's wishes will come true!
No matter who wins, remember to always play nice...  

             My hero, Jesse, in Undercover Outlaw, could have used a little more
 good luck when he was in jail, accused of murder. 

   Jesse is determined to track down the man who killed his brother in cold blood. Impersonating an outlaw, his quest for justice becomes a living, breathing, part of his soul.
    Trinity is heading to Denver to escape her vicious guardians. When her stagecoach is robbed, Jesse kidnaps her, and all her well-laid plans collide with his, leaving them both in danger.
    Trapped in Prairie Ridge by a flood, Jesse and Trinity's feelings soon run as high and wild as the river. When Jesse is accused of murder, Trinity stands by his side, and they take on the town's tyrannical leader. As the city cowers in fear, help comes from an unexpected source, but can it save Jesse from a hangman's noose?

 Amazon US https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08HY3TLH2

Amazon CA https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B08HY3TLH2

Amazon UK https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B08HY3TLH2

Publisher https://www.thewildrosepress.com/books/undercover-outlaw



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