Happy Howl-o-Ween!

Happy Howl-o-Ween!

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I’m thrilled to be participating in the Howloween blog hop, with a whole bunch of other AMAZING authors (just click here: www.hopswithheart.blogspot.com) to see all of them!

My books mostly don’t have a huge anount to do with Halloween (they tend to take place around Christmas, more often than not), but my newest book (out tomorrow, but you can preorder it right now on Amazon – http://getBook.at/DreamSequence) opens up on Halloween:

My mother had a perfectly good suggestion for matching costumes for Brian and me.  I should just have gone along with it.    About a month ago, we decided to host a Halloween party, and – stupid me – I mentioned that I thought it would be cute if Brian and I coordinated our costumes.  Mom, being Mom, had an idea right away.  We could go as characters from Dad’s favorite new TV show: “Navy Cops,” or whatever it’s actually called.

Mom was very excited.  She said that Brian could dress up as Mark Harmon and I could be the peppy, goth-looking forensic scientist.  I had to take her word for all that – I’ve never actually sat down and watched an entire episode.  But apparently it’s very popular.  Dad certainly loves it, and clearly it’s grown on Mom.  Or, maybe, it’s just Mark Harmon that’s grown on Mom, but I’m not saying that out loud.

Anyway, it seemed as good an idea as any, and Brian didn’t really have an opinion one way or the other.  I would have done it, but then I had second thoughts when we sat down to try and figure out where to go to actually get the costumes.  I started to feel weird about being a cop, even for just a few hours.  Unpleasant memories began to push their way to the front of my brain, and – well, that was that.

A couple of days later, I was at the hospital, chatting with a patient, and she had the TV on in her room.  She was watching an old rerun of “I Dream of Jeannie” and I had my brainstorm.  Brian could dress up as Major Nelson, and I could be Jeannie.

It sounded like fun, at the time.  And Brian was fine with it.  But, now, looking at myself in the bedroom mirror, I realize just how terrible an idea it was.

I look ridiculous with this awful blonde wig   And Barbara Eden might have been around my age when she played Jeannie, but our measurements don’t exactly match – I have too much belly and not nearly enough chest to properly wear this outfit!  And, to top it off, I don’t have the faintest idea how they managed to keep her navel covered.  Unless I tape these horrible harem pants to myself, I’m going to be showing my belly button to half the town – not to mention most of my coworkers and all my children’s friends.

I don’t know how long I’ve been standing in front of the mirror, growing steadily more depressed, when Brian enters the bedroom.  I don’t turn; I just watch his reflection.  He – oh, God! – in that uniform, all pressed and neat, fitting him so perfectly, I’m just speechless.  He’s so – so – I’d say sexy, but that doesn’t even begin to cover it.  The sight of him makes me completely forget how inadequate I feel in this outfit.

I’m thrilled with the book, and I think you will be, too – just CLICK HERE to check it out for yourself.  And be sure to click over to the main page of the Hop to visit all the other FANTASTIC authors who are participating!  And also, be sure to enter the rafflecopter giveaway:

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In addition, I’m also giving away a copy of the five book Kindle Box Set of the first five Dream Series books – all you have to do is comment on this post to enter for that giveaway!



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13 Replies to “Happy Howl-o-Ween!”

  1. Ahh! I’ve read and LOVED Dream Student! I’ve been meaning to read the rest of the series. The covers are so beautiful! Happy Halloween! 🙂 prettylittlepages[at]gmail[dot]com

  2. Congratulations on your new release! It sounds like a fantastic read. Great excerpt. Thanks for the giveaway!

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