HEY FRIENDS, IT'S TIME FOR POST 8 IN MY COFFEE, TEA & CHRISTMAS TRADITIONS EVENT AND THIS TIME I HAVE JO MOON WILLOW ROSE AND BOY DO I LOVE THIS POST! IN ADDITION TO THAT WE HAVE AN AUTHOR BIO AND LINKS AND I AM PASTING MY REVIEW OF HER BOOK LOCKED IN THE MOMENT (WRITING AS DAWN SISTER) FROM THE BEATEN TRACK ANTHOLOGY LOVE UNLOCKED! CHECK IT OUT!!
Nothing says Christmas to me like:
Cream in my coffee. Even though I indulge all year round, Christmas is a time for cream on and in everything, don’t you think?
Lights. Christmas lights. Appropriate Christmas lights. Inappropriate Christmas lights. Over the top Christmas lights. Christmas is for lighting up everything that you just wouldn’t normally draw attention to, such as: your garage door which is in bad need of a coat of paint and has been for the last ten years; the fact that your house is not symmetrical and no amount of rope lighting will make it so; the fact that your adjoining neighbour is just not as into Christmas as you are and therefore, whilst your house is visible from space and is used by the ISS to navigate, your neighbour’s house is in complete darkness; and let’s not forget the “can’t be bothered to put it up straight. No one will notice” lights. Everyone notices, even the people that don’t have OCD. Actually, wonky Christmas lights have been known to bring on an attack of OCD, just like flashing ones affect epilepsy.
School Nativity plays. Thankfully my kids are now both in high school, so therefore we do not have to suffer the hilarity of the school Nativity play but I remember them well. I am a regular church goer so you’d think I’d know how to behave at a religious type gathering. No. Whilst my kids were always desperate for me to sit at the front I would have to hide at the back as I laughed hysterically and my hubby simply shook his head in long suffering silence. There was the year that the teachers, in their wisdom, had asked all the boys to bring in their dressing gowns so they could be shepherds. Kids dressing gowns aren’t just plain brown and blue terry towelling nowadays and there was an array of Ninja Turtles, Marvel Heroes, Minions, and Simpsons present at the birth of Christ that year. How was I supposed to behave and be sensible when faced with such a sight?
And finally, Christmas is the best time for traditions. Amongst our particularly (completely) mad group of friends, a Christmas tradition is something you have done once and enjoyed so much that you SHOULD repeat it every year until the end of time. Thus our Boxing Day Left Over Parties began.
Everyone comes to our house the day after Christmas, dressed in whatever the hell they want, in order to eat all the Christmas leftovers. We began this tradition at someone else’s house, but for some reason or other it ended up happening here every year.
We are not the best party hosts, so it’s a do it yourself affair. Not only do you have to bring your own beer, but your own food and your own entertainment, although watching us all struggle our way through a ton of leftover sprouts and my famous Christmas Leftover Soup (complete with more sprouts) is fully entertainment enough.
Dawn is from the North East of England. Her life is spent juggling. The juggling balls are: children, husband, work (occasionally), voluntary work, professional knitting (notice she doesn't class this as work), and writing. When she has time she actually sleeps.
The whole point of writing for Dawn is just to get it all off her chest and out of her head. If she doesn't write it down then she ends up having long conversations with the characters out loud and her husband thinks she's crazy.
The whole point of writing for Dawn is just to get it all off her chest and out of her head. If she doesn't write it down then she ends up having long conversations with the characters out loud and her husband thinks she's crazy.
I like chocolate, coffee and donuts, sometimes all at the same time.
I love evenings around a campfire singing in the company of good friends.
I like listening to the dawn chorus even if I’ve been awake all night.
I like reading stories with characters that are filled with hope even in their darkest hours.
I like happy endings.
I write M/M Romance (with happy endings of course).
Read my blog for insights into my stories, updates on WIPs and some exclusive excerpts.
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I LOVE SPROUTS! AND THAT POST, AND THAT VIDEO!!! HAHA HERE IS MY REVIEW OF LOCKED IN THE MOMENT ALONG WITH THE LINK! (YOU WILL HAVE A CHANCE TO WIN THE BOOK IN THE FACEBOOK POST YAYYYY)
LOCKED IN THE MOMENT by DAWN SISTER
Due to a misunderstanding, the troll that lives underneath one of the most romantic bridges in Paris inadvertently unlocks every single padlock lovers have left there over the years. L’Authoritié de Fée Folklorique are up in arms. He has no idea what all the fuss is about. The noise was driving him mad. He just wanted a bit of peace and quiet.
A spell is cast, leaving the troll in a bit of a predicament. He is charged with the seemingly impossible task of fixing the locks before the spell can be reversed and he is allowed to return to his home. There are other complications, the least of which is the insistence and persistence of a fairy who is determined to help him against the wishes of his own people.
Now the troll has a dilemma. What is more important to him? The only home he has known for two thousand years, or a fairy he has just met?
Sol is a troll who just wants to sleep in peace, but when he unlocks all the locks on the bridge without meaning to, boy does he set off a fire storm, and possibly the path to his happy ever after!
Lucien is an Fairy, a very delightful very endearing fairy, and he sees what other don't in Sol, he sees past the grumpy troll to the heart of gold beneath, can a Fairy and a Troll live happily ever after? Especially when someone very powerful doesn't seem to want them to?
the 5 pink ice cream rating :)
I LOVE THIS BOOK TOO! THANKS FOR JOINING ME FOR POST 8 AND THANKS JO FOR THE AWESOME POST AND THE VIDEO!!! SEE YOU GUYS SOON!
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