Lessons From the Pandemic

Hi everyone,

Please share this. I am compiling a publication I’m calling Lessons From The Pandemic.

What have you learned? It can be poignant, it can be funny, it can be tough love, it can be happy… what it canNOT be is political. I am going to curate these into a publication and donate part of the proceeds to a food bank.

By posting here, you are giving me permission to use your words with no remuneration. *leagalese over*

 

So, what have you learned?

And if you’re on Facebook, I’m collecting your lessons here, but please don’t post twice.

Tall Dark and Paranormal – Excerpt Wars 3!

Welcome to EXCERPT WARS!

We want you to get some juicy sneak peeks into our super sexy box set and we’re hoping you’ll share these snippets with your friends. In fact, we’re so excited about it and you guys have been so supportive of us…we want to give away more prizes!
To enter, SHARE and COMMENT on the author’s excerpts every day from 9/18-9/20. Each share and comment increases your odds of winning. You’ll be entered to win the grand prize– a $100 Gift Card! Not only that, we’ve got 10 eBooks up for grabs too.

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Beauty and The Best 

Jolie Gardener, personal chef by day, aspiring romance writer by night, likes to talk and does it a lot. She has to because if she stops, all the pain, disillusionment, and abandonment of her AWOL mother, question-mark father, and foster-care childhood will rise up like a chocolate soufflé on steroids, sweeping away the fragile infrastructure of her life.
But she’s fine. Really. She is.
Or so she thinks.

Todd Best isn’t fine. He knows it. And doesn’t care.
After his wife died—the woman who believed in him when he was a struggling artist—he put painting aside, moved from their home, and lost himself in the minutiae of daily life.
Alone. Private. The way he likes it.
The last thing he needs is some chatty cook seeping into the perfectly bland canvas of his life.
Or so he thinks.

So when Jonathan, a guardian-angel-in-training, turns himself into a kitten to help these two lonely souls find a happily ever after together, it ought to be a piece of cake.
Or so he thinks…

 

 

EXCERPT:

There was just something about a man in an apron in the kitchen. Especially if the man was only in an apron in the kitchen, which, okay, he wasn’t, but she had seen him in only the kitchen and nothing else and, boy, was that a sight to remember. So she tripped down sensory lane while he reached and stretched and bent as he measured out the ingredients. Who’d have thought baking was so much exercise?

“You know,” Todd said when the mixer went silent, “this is fun.”

He had no idea.

“Let’s see if you’re still saying that three hours from now.” Jolie maneuvered the mixing bowl to the table and scooped batch number one into another bowl, ready to start again. The mouthwatering aroma of brown sugar and vanilla surrounded her and she couldn’t resist a dip into the dough with a spoon.

“I saw that.” Todd’s mock self-righteousness was hysterical.

“Want some?” She grabbed another spoon and another spoonful, and offered it to him.

With him holding a measuring cup in one hand and a five pound bag of sugar in the other, she had no other option when he said, “Sure,” than to hold the spoon to his mouth.

Really. No other option.

His lips closed around the spoon, just a hint of his tongue before it closed, and she could almost feel the heat travel up the stainless steel into her fingers.

There was a little tug as he sucked the dough off and she felt a little tug of her own. Right in her nether regions.

She slid the spoon out and he licked his upper lip. “You’re good,” he said and there went her mind right to a bed with a roaring fire at the foot of it, a bottle of champagne, maybe some rose petals, and, of course, whipped cream.

“I am?” She pulled her gaze from his mouth, now drawn to his eyes. Warm and intense—just like her.

“Yes.”

He put the flour and measuring cup down in one fluid motion and took a step toward her, his gaze holding hers. Her heart started hammering as he reached out, and she stifled a moan as she waited for his embrace.

She closed her eyes as he neared. There was just too much rioting through her body as his chest brushed her arm. She waited for the feel of his lips on hers, completely willing to overlook what surely was complete insanity since they worked—and lived—together, yet it was his hair she felt brushing her shoulder.

Not exactly the image she had going.

She opened her eyes—

And wanted to die.

He had his finger in the batter bowl behind her, scooping out the remains of batch number one.

Thank God no one else was around to witness her humiliation. What was she thinking? As if someone like him would be interested in kissing someone like her; someone without a real name or family to call her own. Just because she came with no baggage whatsoever—no relatives, no nasty in-laws, no history, just her—didn’t mean his “you’re good” had anything to do with something other than cookies.

“Want some?” said Cookie Monster, now back in her line of sight and holding out a finger full of cookie dough.

She did want some. She really, really did. And she wanted it right off that finger he was waving in her face. Wanted it so badly she had to say no because if she gave in to the impulse of licking his finger, she’d rip apart at the seams.

“Ah, come on. It’s good.” Wag, wag went the tempting digit.

She was amazed at her inner strength, as he’d called it. Truly.

She shook her head again and stepped back. “If we do this for every batch we are going to be some sick puppies.” She prayed the bravado hid the quaking of her knees. He didn’t need to know his chef was reading all sorts of innuendos into his words.

Cookie dough. Imagine that.

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Tall Dark and Paranormal – Excerpt Wars 2!

Welcome to EXCERPT WARS!

We want you to get some juicy sneak peeks into our super sexy box set and we’re hoping you’ll share these snippets with your friends. In fact, we’re so excited about it and you guys have been so supportive of us…we want to give away more prizes!
To enter, SHARE and COMMENT on the author’s excerpts every day from 9/18-9/20. Each share and comment increases your odds of winning. You’ll be entered to win the grand prize– a $100 Gift Card! Not only that, we’ve got 10 eBooks up for grabs too.

See our FB page:  https://www.facebook.com/events/514036032064445/
***
Thank you so much everyone for your support! This big box set is still only #99cents
for all 10 books. Offer ends soon.
Amazon: http://tinyurl.com/o8fd266
B&N: http://bit.ly/1xJ7zP1

iBooks: http://tinyurl.com/lx5covt
Kobo : http://bit.ly/KOBOTDP
Smashwords: http://bit.ly/SWTDP
Goodreads: http://bit.ly/GdReadTDP

 

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Beauty and The Best 

Jolie Gardener, personal chef by day, aspiring romance writer by night, likes to talk and does it a lot. She has to because if she stops, all the pain, disillusionment, and abandonment of her AWOL mother, question-mark father, and foster-care childhood will rise up like a chocolate soufflé on steroids, sweeping away the fragile infrastructure of her life.
But she’s fine. Really. She is.
Or so she thinks.

Todd Best isn’t fine. He knows it. And doesn’t care.
After his wife died—the woman who believed in him when he was a struggling artist—he putpainting aside, moved from their home, and lost himself in the minutiae of daily life.
Alone. Private. The way he likes it.
The last thing he needs is some chatty cook seeping into the perfectly bland canvas of his life.
Or so he thinks.

So when Jonathan, a guardian-angel-in-training, turns himself into a kitten to help these two lonely souls find a happily ever after together, it ought to be a piece of cake.
Or so he thinks…

 

 

EXCERPT:

Morning had broken and Cat Stevens was running rampant in Jolie’s head to the accompaniment of a bluebird’s warbling outside her window. Or what was soon-to-be her window once she and Todd had a little discussion.

Apron at the ready, she traipsed down to the kitchen to earn her keep. Well, earn her paycheck. For her keep, she had other ideas.

And not the ones Barbara had had. She was not that kind of girl. And even if she’d misconstrued Barbara’s reaction, there were proprieties to be met, after all.

From the pocket of her yellow-and-blue striped Bermuda shorts, she un-tucked the check for a month’s rent. Just like she would for Mr. Murphy, her previous landlord, she was going to pay Todd, no matter what he’d offered.

She placed the check front and center at his place at the table, then set to work whipping up some crêpes with fresh fruit from Arena’s. Strawberry crêpes drizzled with orange juice were the perfect summery breakfast when one wished to discuss matters of a financial nature.

The French door to the patio opened, admitting a wet-haired, muscle-glistening man in swim trunks that were plastered to his hips.

“Hey,” said the water god, “you’re up. Sleep well?”

She had to pull the tongue off the roof of her mouth. Chipper and gorgeous. And half-dressed. What a difference a day made.

“Um, yes, slept very well, thank you. You?” She turned back to the stove ’cause the crêpes were going to start burning.

They could get in line behind her hormones.

The chair scraped along the tiled floor. Whoa daddy. They were having breakfast in the near-buff. She was going to have to clarify exactly what constituted proper morning attire or he’d have to settle for burned meals if he kept showing up half-dressed. Or undressed. Whatever.

“What’s this?” asked Semi-Naked Guy.

“Rent.” She didn’t have to turn around to know what he was holding.

Or, rather, what he was shredding.

“Jolie, I told you, you’re welcome to stay here. You don’t have to pay me.”

“But I’d pay my landlord and, for now, that’s you.”

“I don’t need the money.”

She spun around, her backside resting against the edge of the countertop. “I, however, do need to keep my self-respect. I can’t just take from you without giving something back.”

Oh, I know what you could give—

Shut up, Naughty Girl.

Todd’s green-eyed gaze searched her face like pirates searched a treasure map. “Okay. You want to give back?”

She nodded, all the while shoving Naughty Girl out of her head.

“Fine. But instead of money, I want something else.”

Here we go. Naughty Girl wrung her hands in glee.

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Tall Dark and Paranormal – Excerpt Wars!

Welcome to EXCERPT WARS!

We want you to get some juicy sneak peeks into our super sexy box set and we’re hoping you’ll share these snippets with your friends. In fact, we’re so excited about it and you guys have been so supportive of us…we want to give away more prizes!
To enter, SHARE and COMMENT on the author’s excerpts every day from 9/18-9/20. Each share and comment increases your odds of winning. You’ll be entered to win the grand prize– a $100 Gift Card! Not only that, we’ve got 10 eBooks up for grabs too.

See our FB page:  https://www.facebook.com/events/514036032064445/
***
Thank you so much everyone for your support! This big box set is still only #99cents
for all 10 books. Offer ends soon.
Amazon: http://tinyurl.com/o8fd266
B&N: http://bit.ly/1xJ7zP1
iBooks: http://tinyurl.com/lx5covt
Kobo : http://bit.ly/KOBOTDP
Smashwords: http://bit.ly/SWTDP
Goodreads: http://bit.ly/GdReadTDP

 

<br/>

Beauty and The Best 

Jolie Gardener, personal chef by day, aspiring romance writer by night, likes to talk and does it a lot. She has to because if she stops, all the pain, disillusionment, and abandonment of her AWOL mother, question-mark father, and foster-care childhood will rise up like a chocolate soufflé on steroids, sweeping away the fragile infrastructure of her life.
But she’s fine. Really. She is.
Or so she thinks.

Todd Best isn’t fine. He knows it. And doesn’t care.
After his wife died—the woman who believed in him when he was a struggling artist—he put painting aside, moved from their home, and lost himself in the minutiae of daily life.
Alone. Private. The way he likes it.
The last thing he needs is some chatty cook seeping into the perfectly bland canvas of his life.
Or so he thinks.

So when Jonathan, a guardian-angel-in-training, turns himself into a kitten to help these two lonely souls find a happily ever after together, it ought to be a piece of cake.
Or so he thinks…

 

 

EXCERPT:

“Mr. Best’s office is on the tenth floor, but there’s a retirement party on the eighth, so you might want to stop there first.”

“Gotcha. Thanks for the info.” Jolie tapped the UP button on the elevators. Retirement party? She doubted Todd was in party mode. Not “today.”

She’d take her chances in Mike’s office.

With a soft little ding, the doors opened to a nice, chi-chi elevator, all mirrors and muted lighting. And paintings. His paintings. Just like in the lobby.

A soft whir and before she knew it: Top Floor. Of course his office would be on top. Okay, his brother’s office. Yeah, she was getting tired of making that distinction. It was his office—his brother was just borrowing it. Or keeping it dust-free for him. Whatever.

She took a few steps into the empty elevator foyer. Where was everyone? At the retirement party? Hmm, maybe Todd had gone.

No, that just didn’t ring true. Not with his mood “today.”

A huge expanse of cherry wood double doors loomed at the far end of the hall. It must be his office. His brother’s—oh, whatever.

A matched set of his paintings graced the doorway. She read the plaques beneath them. Riverwalk South and Riverwalk North.

Ah, yes. There was the fountain. The speedboats. The docks. A perfect depiction of the view from the windows. Man, the man had talent.

She was about to knock when she heard voices. Aha! She was right. He was here. But obviously not finished so she decided to park her butt on the ottoman by the door and wait.

She pulled out the Regency romance Mr. Griff had given her and read the back blurb.

Hmmm, the heroine refused proposal after proposal, determined that no man would be in charge of her life.

Substitute “no one” for “no man” and Jolie was right there with her.

Yep, this story looked promising. Mr. Griff had picked a good one. She flipped to the inside cover and read the excerpt.

“Destiny is mine,” proclaimed Rebecca Featherington.

You go, girl. Time for Chapter One.

“You’re taking her to The Midnight Maiden?”

Jolie’s ears perked up at the question coming from the office. They had to be talking about her since she was the only one she knew who was going to The Midnight Maiden with Todd—and qualified as a “her.”

This was better than any book. She put Miss Featherington down on her leg and shamelessly listened in. Self-preservation was a hard-learned battle and those lessons never left a person.

Someone cleared his throat. Todd, maybe.

“Uh, well, yeah.” Another throat clearing.

Bingo. Todd. The men’s voices were similar, but Todd’s seemed just a bit lower in pitch. Maybe that was because he still had something caught in his throat. She scooched a little closer to the door.

“Really? The Midnight Maiden?” asked his brother.

What was with the disbelief? It was just an old boat someone turned into a restaurant. Sheesh. He was making it sound like the Taj Mahal or something.

’Course, the Taj Mahal was a monument to some guy’s wife. Like the biggest declaration of love in the world.

“Yeah,” Todd answered and whatever it was that was stuck in his throat was obviously gone. And yep, she was right, his voice was deeper. It resonated up her spine in a way his brother’s didn’t.

“I asked her where she wanted to go and she picked that place. So we’re going,” said Todd.

“Are you ready for that?”

“For God’s sake, Mike. It’s just a restaurant. I think I can handle it.”

“Well, after Trista—”

“Look, Mike, Trista is gone and I’m not. I realize that. I didn’t put any stipulations on Jolie’s restaurant choice, so I’ll have to live with it. I’ve had to live with a lot of things since my wife died. I’ll get over it.”

Why was she not liking where this conversation was headed? What did Trista and The Midnight Maiden have to do with each other?

“Well, if you’re sure—”

“Let it go, Mike, I’m thirty-four years old. I can handle a restaurant. I’m not an invalid.”

True. Those legs and other body parts had been in absolutely perfect working order this morning.

“Okay,” his brother continued, “but why are you taking the new chef out? You’ve never done that before. Is she cute?”

Oooh… Jolie wanted to hear the answer to that one.

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Manley Maids… Satisfaction Guaranteed!

What happens when three irresistibly sexy brothers lose a poker bet to their enterprising sister? They get hired out for her housecleaning venture. Now, the Manley Maids are at your service. Satisfaction guaranteed. It’s what a woman

Wants… Needs… Gets…

 

 

And look for book 4: WHAT A WOMAN.

 

blurbs below:

WHAT A WOMAN WANTS (book 1):

Resort entrepreneur Sean Manley was all set to buy an historic mansion at a great price, making a name for himself while making millions, when the seller and a poker bet change the game. Now he’s in the place as a hunky male maid and there’s one more complication: Livvy Carolla.

The house is Livvy’s inheritance. Her plan? Unload it to the highest bidder and use the cash to start her own bakery business. One look at “the help” and she’s hot to take him with her. Until she finds out he’s got a secret agenda.

But when Sean falls for the free-spirited, strong-willed Livvy, he has new ideas for the estate—and Livvy’s part in it. If all goes well, they’ll both be getting what they want. And then some.

 

WHAT A WOMAN NEEDS (book 2):

Big shot movie star Bryan Manley is destined for fame and fortune, not a repeat of his penny-pinching “normal” childhood. But a bet is a bet, so he agrees to play maid for Beth Hamilton—as long as he can use his servitude as research for his next role, and then resume his life in the spotlight.

After her husband’s death and the publicity surrounding it, all Beth needs is a quiet, normal life for herself and her children. She never expected a new Prince Charming to show up at her door, let alone as the new maid. But when the paparazzi follow, Beth is sure of one thing: Bryan has to go.

Then flirtation turns into seduction, and Bryan needs to convince Beth he’s more man than maid—or an actor playing a maid. Because this latest gig as the love of Beth Hamilton’s life just might be the role of a lifetime…

 

WHAT A WOMAN GETS (book 3):

Business owner Liam Manley has no patience for women like Cassidy Davenport—women happy to spend a man’s money without giving a thought to any actual work. But to make good on his bet, Liam must not only tolerate the couture-clad socialite, he’ll have to clean up after her. Until Cassidy’s father suddenly cuts off her finances. With no money and no home for Liam to clean, Cassidy has no choice but to accept a job offer—as Liam’s new maid…

Liam is eager to teach her a lesson about the real world, but he winds up learning a few things himself. Free from her father’s influence, Cassidy can finally pursue her own life, and winds up showing Liam how resourceful and determined she can be. Not to mention how sexy she is with (or without) that designer wardrobe. But when sparks fly between them, will it be true love…or just another messy affair?

 

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So… Is Beefcake Yummy?

 

 

My book, Beefcake & Cupcakes is up for BEST COVER OF THE WEEK and I’d really appreciate the votes.

Go here:

http://www.indtale.com/fun-stuff

 

Each week’s winner will receive 1/4 page free ad in Ind’Tale magazine.

That’s not all, the last week of each month, the weekly winners will vie for the title of

Creme de la Cover

And the grand prize of a month’s free advertising on our website and a full page ad in InD’Tale magazine,  $125.00 value!!

 

I would really appreciate the votes. Yes, I’m asking for votes again 🙂 You guys have been great over the years with the voting. I hope you’ll go to bat for me one more time. 🙂

 

If you liked the movie, MAGIC MIKE, you should enjoy this story. 🙂

  

Sugar is sweet, but so is revenge

 

All Lara Cavallo wants to do is make her bakery business, Cavallo’s Cups & Cakes, a success, and be able to stop accepting alimony from her rotten, cheating ex-husband. But first she needs to find her clothes and escape the strange hotel room she wakes up in before she embarrasses herself any further in front the owner of that gorgeous naked keister she spots through the bathroom door. She needs to keep her mind on her cupcakes. She doesn’t have time for beefcake, no matter how enticing.

 

Cupcakes are sweet, and so is Lara…

 

All Gage Tomlinson wants is to find a way to help his single-mom sister pay the hospital bills for his six-year-old nephew, badly injured in a hit and run accident. Working construction during the day and as the owner of the exotic male dance troupe BeefCake, Inc. by night doesn’t leave much time for indulgence. Too bad the sweetest thing he’s seen in ages passes out on him and then takes off before he even gets a nibble. He’s got a sweet tooth, and only Lara’s “cupcakes” will satisfy him.

 

But when cupcake finally meets beefcake, it’s hot enough to melt the buttercream right off the cake.

 

 

Ingredients:

 

Lara Cavallo, a baker who’s just starting out after a divorce

Gage Tomlinson, a stripper who’s been around the block and needs money for his nephew’s surgery

Cara and Bryan, two best friends who mean well

And Jeff, the ex husband who doesn’t.

 

Mix them all together at the social event of the season and you get one sexy batch of dancing “cupcakes”!

USA TODAY!!! Yes!

Many thanks to Joyce Lamb for allowing me some space in the HEA column in USA Today to talk about my new release in the Bottled Magic series, Magic Gone Wild.

Check it out!

http://books.usatoday.com/happyeverafter/post/2012-09-05/judi-fennell-magic-gone-wild-falling-in-love/839791/1

Win a Signed Copy of A Manuscript

My friend, Dana Marton and I have put together a contest. Like both of our FaceBook author pages by April 30 at 5 eastern time and you’ll be entered to win a signed copy of my Beauty and The Best manuscript, an ARC of Catch of a Lifetime, and a signed tote bag, plus bookmarks, excerpt booklets and other stuff.

My Facebook page: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Judi-Fennell/325890415256

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Once Upon A Time… is NOW!!!!

Not only is that line the opening of almost every fairy tale and the title of one of my favorite new shows, but it’s also the title of my new series.

What new series?

The series I started years ago that gave me my tagline: Fairy tales with a twist. The first release, Beauty and The Best is the story I had asked many of you to vote for a few years ago when it was in both the American Title III contest and the Gather.com/Simon & Schuster First Chapters Romance. (The links are to those contests if you’re interested.) I thank all of you for your support, and because so many of you have asked me what became of that story, I’m THRILLED to finally be able to offer this book to readers.

At the moment, it’s only available in electronic format, but I am working on setting it up for print. Not quite sure how long that process will take, but if you’re interested in reading the story on your eReader, laptop, PC, or smartphone, the links to do so are below.

Once upon a time…

 a long time ago,

there lived a beast of a man,

locked within a castle

with no one to love him.

 

This is not his story.

 

This is the story of another man,

locked within himself,

and the Beauty

who sets him free.

Here’s a sneak peak. You may remember this opening line from Chapter One:

There’s a naked man in my kitchen.

The thought registered just as the terse, “Who the hell are you?” had Jolie Gardener spinning around faster than a figure skater on speed.

He had the nerve to ask this? He of the broad shoulders, six-pack abs, and other, nice, um, parts…

Really. A naked man. In her kitchen.

Well, technically, she was in a naked man’s kitchen. Even more technically, she was in a naked Todd Best’s kitchen—and there wasn’t one hint of self-consciousness or embarrassment on his part.

Of course with that body, there shouldn’t be. The guy should flaunt his nudity for the world to see. Which, at present, consisted of one single, solitary person: Jolie Gardener, aspiring writer and personal chef extraordinaire.

“Well?” His hands slammed to his hips.

“You’re naked,” she squeaked, which, really, was the only way to state that kind of obvious.

“I’m what?” Mr. Six-Pack Abs glanced down.

Jolie tried not to—so unsuccessfully it was pitiful.

“Shit,” he muttered. “I am. I, uh, fell asleep last night…”

As butter sizzled in the new super-slick omelet pan on the top-of-the-line range, Jolie’s gaze alternated between some rock-hard abs and a scruffy eight a.m. shadow while her fingers danced along the speckled granite countertop in search of a napkin, placemat, oven mitt… something.

Mercifully, they scooped up a thick dishtowel that, in her world, would constitute a very plush, very luxurious hand towel from The Ritz or The Four Seasons, but which, here, apparently, was used to soak up water from designer flatware. She dangled it in the di rection of Mr. Au Naturel. “Here.”

He placed an empty bottle of Jim Beam on the island countertop with a clink, then took the towel with a grunt. “So, who are you, what are you doing in my kitchen, and would you mind turning around?”

She turned. “I’m the new girl the agency sent over.”

“Hell. There better be some aspirin left,” he muttered beside her, his bare (of course) feet making no sound on the limestone floor.

She peeked over at him.

His eyebrow soared skyward.

Right.

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Back cover blurb:

Fine is a relative term… right?

Jolie Gardener, personal chef by day, aspiring romance writer by night,

likes to talk and does it a lot. She has to because if she stops, all the pain, disillusionment, and abandonment of her AWOL mother, question-mark father, and foster-care childhood will rise up like a chocolate soufflé on steroids, sweeping away the fragile infrastructure of her life.

But she’s fine. Really. She is.

Or so she thinks.

Todd Best isn’t fine. He knows it. And doesn’t care.

After his wife died—the woman who believed in him when he was a struggling artist—he put painting aside, moved from their home, and lost himself in the minutiae of daily life. 
Alone. Private. The way he likes it.

The last thing he needs is some chatty cook seeping into the perfectly bland canvas of his life.

Or so he thinks.

So when Jonathan, a guardian-angel-in-training, turns himself into a kitten to help these two lonely souls find a happily ever after together, it ought to be a piece of cake.

Or so he thinks…

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Praise for Judi Fennell’s stories:

“Fun and flirty. Judi Fennell will make you believe in … the magic of happily ever after.” ~ Jennifer Estep, USA Today best-selling author

“Readers will adore the joy and humor and romance from Judi Fennell’s creative pen.”    ~ Jill Barnett, New York Times best-selling author

“Fennell’s light & lively writing is full of humor and cleverness.” ~ Publishers Weekly

Buy Beauty and The Best here:

Amazon for your Kindle

Barnes & Noble for your Nook

Smashwords for other devices (Sony, iBooks, etc.)

2012 Rita and Golden Heart Squee Party

can be found here: https://judifennell.wordpress.com/ritagh-blog-parties/ritagh-2012/

The party officially starts tomorrow, Monday, March 26, 2012!

If you’d like to relive past squee-ing, go here: https://judifennell.wordpress.com/ritagh-blog-parties/

I’ve disabled comments here; you’ll need to go to the 2012 party to leave a message.

Let the squee-ing commence!

(And if you have a Random Act of Kindness, either done by you or to you, or someone you know, please add it to the Random Acts of Kindness page. So many times we only hear about the bad; I like to celebrate the good.)

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