Saturday, November 14, 2015

Three Little Things

This has been a rough year for our family. Through the stress and tears there have been times it's hard to find things to give thanks for. During times of stress I write down three things I'm thankful for that day.
The other day I had an unexpected trip to the coast for work. The seashore has always been my 'go to place' for calm and relaxation. Although I wasn't able to walk on the beach I found peace and remembered to give thanks for the small things. My three things were the peace and sense of tranquility I found on the country drive to the coast, a seagull flying overhead making a squawking sound and the fishy, salty smell of the ocean. I know a lot of people don't like the fishy smell but to me it means relaxation.
What are you thankful for this Thanksgiving?

New Release Forest Ridge Series Just $0.99 or Read for Free on Kindle Unlimited.

Title: Forest Ridge Series Boxed Set
Author: Rosemary Indra
ISBN: 978-1-62420-261-2

Genre: Contemporary Romance
Excerpt Heat Level: 1
Book Heat Level: 2


The Look of Love

Scott Denton always thinks of Penny Herrington as his best friend, a co-worker in the Forest Ridge Fire Department. She tricks him into helping her with the decorations for the Sweetheart Banquet. During their discussion about love and romance, Scott starts to notice Penny as a desirable woman.

When Penny hurts her ankle, Scott feels responsible and decides to move in with her. Spending time together, they share intimate discussions about love and marriage. Penny, a widow, feels guilty when her relationship with Scott becomes romantic. Devastated after a nasty divorce, Scott no longer believes in love and vows he’ll never remarry. He denies his feelings for Penny until he realizes only she can comfort him after he assist the fire department at a tragic car accident.

Rekindled Love

When Forest Ridge, Oregon is terrorized by an arsonist, Fire Chief Mitch Chambers vows to do whatever it takes to protect the community--even work with the woman who left him four years ago. Professional sketch artist Abby Denton, still loves Mitch and hopes to regain his trust and respect by working with him. However, she fears when he discovers the truth about their daughter, he will never forgive her. As they work together, Mitch once again falls in love with Abby, but this time he refuses to let her walk out of his life. Can they rekindle the love that burned between them and uncover the identity of the arsonist before he turns their dreams and the town to ashes?

Everlasting  Love

When Miranda Cummins borrows a friend’s cabin to finish writing her long overdue book, she’s surprised to find the one-room retreat already occupied by Kevin Mathews. Though she feels a spontaneous attraction for Kevin, Miranda has recently escaped a controlling husband and isn’t ready for a long-term relationship.
Unsatisfied with his occupation, Kevin is at a crossroads. Miranda understands and encourages him to look at the direction his life is going. Fired up by her encouragement, Kevin returns to Forest Ridge to resume his firefighting career.
When Miranda is threatened by her ex-husband, Kevin realizes he will do anything to protect her. Miranda has shown Kevin a new passion for life. Can he fan the flames of passion into an Everlasting Love?

Saturday, February 14, 2015

Happy Valentines Day

As I was looking through some craft supplies, the other day, I found Valentines cards from my childhood. Instantly memories of decorated shoe boxes and the glittered little cards came back to me. Valentines Day was always a fun holiday with the anticipation of giving and receiving the cards or candy to classmates. 
What is your favorite Valentines memory? 

In my book The Look of Love Scott Denton plans a Sweetheart banquet as a way to express his love for Penny Herrington. Read more about Scott and Penny below.

Excerpt from The Look of Love by Rosemary Indra
Scott walked into the bathroom to fill a warm bath for Penny. The tiny room smelled of her floral perfume. He felt as if she’d wrapped her arms around him welcoming him home.
            The first thing he noticed when he entered the room was her panties. Satin undies lay across every towel bar in the room. Colorful. Shiny. And sexy as hell. He could feel the hot flush in his jeans.
            He opened the shower curtain to discover a clothesline strung the length of the tub, also full of unmentionables. The fabric felt smooth in his hand and he started to wonder how the satin would feel against her soft skin.
            Her panties felt soft and sensual when he removed them from the line. Scott had never thought of Penny’s underwear before but now he’d glimpsed the simmering colors, he’d never be able to look her in the eye without thinking of her sexy panties and wonder what color she wore under her clothes.
            He ignored the soft fabric and concentrated on filling the tub for her with warm water. He added some bath salt from a bottle on the tubs edge.
             “You know I can fix my own bath,” she said at the doorway.
            He jumped at the sound of her gentle voice.
            “I’m sorry. I forgot they were in here.” With the crutches under her arms, she reached out for her underwear.
            “How are you going to carry them with your crutches? Where would you like them?” He kept his gaze locked with hers hoping to hide the effect her personal apparel had on him.
            “Just toss them on my bed.”
            He stifled a groan at the thought of Penny’s lingerie on her bed.
            “Scott.” At the sound of her voice he quickly grabbed the last pair of panties and stuffed them under his arm. With the quick movement, colorful wisps of satin fluttered to the floor. He bent over and picked up her garments, trying to look nonchalant but he could feel his face warm with discomfort.
            “You really need another bathroom. Then your personal items aren’t out in public where anyone could see them,” his voice was husky with frustration.
            “Scott, I live alone,” she stated shortly. “Very few people see my house let alone my bathroom. So I wouldn’t call this out in public.” She gestured the scope of the room with her hands.