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While many may consider breakfast in bed a dream-come-true, I would upend the tray and be sitting in a puddle of coffee. ☕
"Fondue night" might be a bit cheesy, but I think it's an original idea for an at-home Valentine's Day. Start with dipping your favorite veggies, breads, and proteins into melted cheese for a savory dinner, then switch it up with chocolate for dessert — marshmallows, fruit, cookies, and graham crackers.
One of my faves:
"Love is sharing your popcorn!" Stay at home and watch a favorite romantic movie or catch a new release.
💞It's the thought and effort behind your actions that truly count.💖
What is your idea of a "perfect" Valentine's Day?
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Here's a teaser from my anthology, "Gumbo Ya Ya". (4 stories in one book!)
LOVE POTION # 9
The determined barking of his pedigreed champion Catahoula Leopard dogs sent Cooper T. Landrieu darting for the back door. There was another party at the plantation house, not that he cared. He spent a large part of his time in Lafayette or traveling,g so his opportunity to go fishing was limited to a few times each year. But, damn, of all the weekends for the Dubois' to throw one of those parties complete with band and pyrotechnics, that had to pick this one!
Expecting his cousin, he yanked open the door. Just when he opened his mouth to shout at the hounds, he almost fell against the screen door.
Cousin Beau wasn't anywhere to be found.
Instead, he spotted a woman standing on his doorstep.
He knew the woman.
"Persia?"
Even when she remained silent, Cooper T. knew it was she. There was no sane reason for finding Persia Antoinette Richmand Laudrieu, his soon-to-be-ex-wife, on his doorstep in the middle of the night; she was there nonetheless.
Yanking open the screen door, he grabbed her wrists. "What are you doing out here?" he asked, dragging her inside.
Her golden skin glowed in the light of the swaying porch-light, and her almond-shaped blue eyes stayed focused, unblinking on him.
"What happened to you?" he asked. She clung to the edges of some sort of slinky wrap that she'd draped around herself. The stench of stagnant swamp water dripping from its shredded remains.
Persia brushed back her damp, slightly tangled tawny bangs from her forehead. "There was an unfortunate incident... with my car."
"Correct me if I'm wrong, darlin', but aren't you supposed to wait until after the divorce before you start to celebrate?"
He watched her perfectly arched eyebrows draw together in a slight frown. Why had he'd ever thought the habit endearing, he couldn't recall. He took a closer look at the woman. Maybe she wasn't his wife after all.
Naw.
She sounded like his wife: the liquid tones of her smoky voice were cultured, one-hundred-percent Creole, straight out of the Garden District of New Orleans Parish...
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There is nothing better than a friend, unless it's a" good book" and a box of chocolates!
Happy Reading,
Connie
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Watch my book trailer:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OumB8pFI6oc
(Love Potion #9, Marrying off Murphy, A Slice of Scandal, and 1-800-FORTUNE).
Remember: There is nothing better than a friend, unless it's a good book and a box of chocolates!
Connie
