I marked my calendar for today as the day to write my thankful author blog post. And of course, the
day has started out rocky. I won’t go into details, but enough has happened
today to make me grumpy. Real grumpy.
I sit down, focus, and read the metal sign on my wall that
says “Today Is A Good Day For A Good Day.” I meditate on that, or at least I
try. Then my kid’s start screaming and the grumpiness starts all over again.
And while all of this is going on, I’m drinking my
overpriced Starbucks, I’m texting a friend, and I’m staring at my now three
paperbacks. Books with MY name on them. Mine.
Like I’m someone important, and I did something super. I don’t feel very
important or very super, but then it dawns on me. These are the things to be
thankful for. I get to drink a yummy drink everyday, without suffering too much
grief from my husband. Can you say tax write off!
I get to talk to my awesome, super, just as weird as me friend
about what my characters are doing and how to make them suffer more, and she
doesn’t think I’m creepy or sad.
And now, with paperbacks in hand, I get to show the world
these past six years haven’t been in vain. I was really doing something during
all those lunch dates I canceled on, or all those times when I opted on
skipping a shower because I wanted to work on my computer instead. (Be glad you
can’t smell me!)
I’m thankful I get to do something I enjoy, while being near
and around the people I love, and partaking in a beverage I love. I mean,
everyone has a bad day every once in a while, but not everyone get’s to love
what they do or who they spend their time with. I do, and for that I am very,
very thankful.
Have a blessed and wonderful holiday season, everyone.
Forced to wed due to a binding clause, Santa's daughter has only three weeks to make an amnesiac pilot fall in love with her.
Wrapped Up In You
Blurb:
Princess Jenny Claus has thirty suitors to choose from to take
on the role of Santa and her husband, and only three weeks to do it. When an
outsider crashes into and destroys the toy factory, her Gala and the prospect
of Christmas for children everywhere are ruined.
Logan Moss awakens from his plane crash, suffering from partial
amnesia. Surrounded by a world he always considered make believe, he has a hard
time accepting his new surroundings. Except for one snow princess who he’s
deeply fascinated with. And when Logan realizes she only has three weeks to
pick a husband, he begins to feel compelled to be that man. Problem is, he
can’t remember if he has a wife.
With
Christmas getting closer, Jenny has to make the hardest decision of her
life...duty or love.
Excerpt:
She gazed over the rest of his
physique. Broad shoulders strained the stitches of his suit jacket, and from
the looks of his chest, she would be willing to bet he hit North Pole Fitness
on a daily basis. His grin showed snow-white, straight teeth, and a blush crept
up her cheeks at his sparkling, undivided attention.
An answered prayer. At least
God hadn’t taken a vacation day.
Her eye twitched again. Benigan must have thought she
winked at him because his smile widened, and he twitched his eye back at her as
he strolled away. She’d probably just filled the man with false hope. Then again,
his chances seemed pretty great compared to the others, so maybe she hadn’t.
Was this small flutter in her stomach love? Was this what all the hype was
about?
She’d expected a bolt of lightning
to shoot from the sky, something earth shattering that would flip her whole
world on its head to point her in the right direction. So far, all she got was
a flutter…
A loud BOOM suddenly shook throughout the cottage walls as the lights
flickered overhead.
Okay, that was definitely earth
shattering.
She sucked in a breath and spun around to glance at her parents. The orchestra stopped playing
while the party guests ceased their
mingling and began speaking in startled cries and hushed tones.
Her father stood from his white
and gold throne to place his hand on the small of her back.
“Dad, what do you think that was?” she whispered. “I don’t
know.”
Sirens wailed in the distance as Peace and Joy, her
father’s assistants, ran for the stage, each pressing a finger to their ear
pieces.
“Ladies, what’s wrong? What’s
happening?” her father asked.
“It’s the toy factory, sir,” Peace replied, nearly
breathless.
“The toy factory? What about
the toy factory?” Jenny grabbed her father’s arm and squeezed.
“A plane has crashed into it,” Joy answered. “It’s on fire.”
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Bio:
Erin Bevan
was born and raised in Southwest Arkansas. She spent her teenage years working
for her aunt at the local gas station, flipping burgers and making milkshakes,
dreaming of the day when something better would come her way.
Fast
forward ten years later, she found herself stuck inside an apartment in South
Korea while her daughter went to preschool and her husband went to work. Alone
and unable to speak the local language, she turned to books for a friend. After
reading a few hundred in such a short time, she decided to try her hand at
writing one.
That first
one sucked, but by the fifth and sixth book, Erin started to get the hang of
this writing thing. Getting the first contract in the mail was a dream come
true. Now, with three babies at home, she squeezes in stories one word at a
time, one sentence at a time, one day at a time. She’s a full time mom, a full time wife, with
a little writer sprinkled in whenever she can get the chance.
Contact Links:
Twitter: @ErinBevan
Website: www.erinbevan.com
Email: erinbevanwrites@gmail.com
It's true what they say: little things go a long way to making a happy life. Like hot running water, an indoor bathroom and publishing contracts (not that the last is little!) Thanks for the inspiring post.
ReplyDeleteLaura, hot water is a true blessing! For sure! Happy Holidays!
DeleteOne word at a time! I love that. Thanks for the peek inside your life! Happy Thanksgiving.
ReplyDeleteCharlotte! Yes, one word at a time, one sentence at a time, one day at a time! I have been reminding myself of this more and more lately, and taking in a few deep breaths!
DeleteThose "little" things put everything in perspective, Erin. Thanks for sharing and all the best! :)
ReplyDeleteSame to you Mary!
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