Friday, June 26, 2015

Who doesn't love....

Laughing?

How about crying?

What about at the same time?

Check out my contemporary romance, Baby & Bump....


At thirty years old, caterer Lexie Baump has a lot on her plate. With a business to run, she doesn’t have time for any added distractions. But one momentary indiscretion adds a little hiccup to Lexie’s plans. She’s pregnant. With no relationship prospects. 

But if Lexie thought fighting morning sickness while running a catering business was hard, enter Dr. Fletcher Haybee. Their connection is instant, and their love of vintage rock tee shirts and Elvis music is enough to bond them for life. There are just two minor problems. 

One: he’s dating her oversexed best friend. Two: he’s also her obstetrician. 

With events to cater, awkward OB appointments to endure, and her ever-growing baby bump making it impossible to close her jeans, Lexie has to find a way to curb her undeniable attraction toward Fletcher and focus on her new role as a working mother. But it certainly isn’t easy when its clear Fletcher himself feels the same magnetic pull toward Lexie. 

Can Lexie leave the gorgeous Fletcher for her best friend to chew up and spit out, or will she cave to her feelings and find love in the stirrups? Life is about to get messy, and we're not just talking about crumbs in the car seat...

CLICK HERE TO GRAB YOUR COPY OF BABY & BUMP FOR ONLY 99 CENTS!!

Monday, June 8, 2015

Gratitude challenge: week 25

Can you believe I've made it this long??

Me either.

This week's topic: Education.

I guess the best way I could express gratitude for education is by openly wishing I had one. I mean, I don't have corks on my forks, or anything...



But I didn't finish college, and not a year has gone by since that I haven't regretted not applying myself in school and finishing it.

The idea of going back at 40 scares me too much. I could never do it.

So I push my kids.



I don't care whether it's a 4 year university, a community college, trade school, or online schooling. So long as they finish it and have the means to provide for themselves and their families, I'm happy as a clam.

I am very grateful for education.

xxoo
Brooke

Wednesday, June 3, 2015

What would you say....

If I told you about a book where the heroine is pregnant....



And she falls in love with her obstetrician....



Who has a fondness for Elvis....



Who is also dating her oversexed best friend?



Yeah. It's a mess. But it's also hilarious.


At thirty years old, caterer Lexie Baump has a lot on her plate. With a business to run, she doesn’t have time for any added distractions. But one momentary indiscretion adds a little hiccup to Lexie’s plans. She’s pregnant. With no relationship prospects. 

But if Lexie thought fighting morning sickness while running a catering business was hard, enter Dr. Fletcher Haybee. Their connection is instant, and their love of vintage rock tee shirts and Elvis music is enough to bond them for life. There are just two minor problems. 

One: he’s dating her oversexed best friend. Two: he’s also her obstetrician. 

With events to cater, awkward OB appointments to endure, and her ever-growing baby bump making it impossible to close her jeans, Lexie has to find a way to curb her undeniable attraction toward Fletcher and focus on her new role as a working mother. But it certainly isn’t easy when its clear Fletcher himself feels the same magnetic pull toward Lexie. 

Can Lexie leave the gorgeous Fletcher for her best friend to chew up and spit out, or will she cave to her feelings and find love in the stirrups? Life is about to get messy, and we're not just talking about crumbs in the car seat...

Grab your copy of Baby & Bump for only 99 cents today!

CLICK HERE.

xxoo
Brooke

Monday, June 1, 2015

Gratitude Challenge, week 24.....

This week's prompt? (Oh, how I love this weeks...)

A book I've learned from.

Squeee! Love this one.

Actually, it's sort of difficult. Because honestly, I've learned from lots of books. Like...lots of books. Here are just a few of them:











Yeah. I told you. Lots.

But I would say this is the one that has had the most profound effect on me. At least in the last few years. When I read this, we'd very recently lost our daughter. And though our two stories aren't remotely similar...the author's experience profoundly touched me. If she could get through what she'd been put through, surely I could get through my loss. If her mother could survive her pain, surely I would survive mine. Her spiritual strength and faith were moving, and I strive to have faith like that in my own life.



I want to be like this woman. Which, I'm sure she would hate. (she seems to hate media attention--who can blame her?) But I do.

Anyhoo...this is the book I've learned from recently.

Buy it. You'll thank me.


Monday, May 25, 2015

Gratitude challenge week 23...

This week's prompt: my favorite physical trait.

Now........I hate these. The ones where I have to talk about things I like about myself. I love talking about traits I love on other people. I could point out a thousand of those. But on me?

Ick. I hate that.

However, a challenge is a challenge, so I must press on.

My favorite physical trait?



My smile.



It's a little bit Tom Cruise-ish (with off center teeth, etc) and a little bit hysterical or manic at times...well, okay, most of the time. And sometimes I smile so hard I look a bit psychotic or maybe even homicidal. However, I do like my smile. Just not for superficial reasons.



I like my smile because it represents my unwavering ability to press on.



I've seen sadness and darkness. I've seen anger and loss. I've seen heartache and disappointment. I've seen rejection and cruelty. And  I've had the ugly experience of losing a child, which hollows one out like a Jack-o-lantern and chars the soul til it's black and crispy. In my lifetime I've watched alcoholism and drug addiction ruin families. I've seen mental illness split apart marriages and fracture families. I've seen anger turn to bitterness and then slowly morph into decades of frostiness that is tangible to everyone who witnesses it. I've seen aging parents and unexpected deaths. I've seen scary diagnosis's and life reboots a'plenty. I've seen divorce and anguish and tug-of-wars over children that never needed to happen. I've seen a lot. I haven't seen it all, per say, but I've seen enough.



In all reality, I should be a permanent frowner. I would have every right to be. This is fact.

And yet.....



I keep smiling. Always smiling. And here's why:



Because I never know who needs my smile to keep THEM going. I may never know. Maybe it's the cranky dude at the market. Maybe it's the little kid who didn't want to get on the bus to Hogwan this afternoon. Who knows. All I know is, there may be a time when someone needs a smile, and who am I to refuse to give it to them. Smiles are free. Smiles are good for one's health. I may as well share them, eh?

Plus, some people have smiled at me when I really wanted to give up. I remember being greeted with a smile at church a few days after we lost our daughter, and feeling like maybe, JUST MAYBE the world wasn't the festering cess pool I'd written it off to be. It gave me hope. All from a little smile! That's pretty cool, if I do say so myself.

And so I do as the aforementioned meme suggests...I try to scatter joy. Some days are better than others. Some days I fail. Some days I succeed.

But I always smile. (Even when there are tears in my eyes.)



So that's my favorite physical trait. My smile.

What's yours?

xxoo
Brooke

Sunday, May 24, 2015

Tuesday, May 19, 2015

Gratitude challenge week 22...

This week's prompt is:

Something I use daily.

Okay, so other than my Mac and my iPhone, which were both too cliche to pick, I only use one other thing on a daily basis...and sometimes even more often than that, especially since moving to South Korea.



My faith.

Yeah. It's pretty strong lately. And I'm relying on it an awful lot right now, to get me--and my family-- through this huge transition. I'm not sure where I would be without it.

What do you use daily?

xxoo
Brooke