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November 17, 2014

Suped Up Feature: Where There's A Will by Stacy Gail + Giveaway

Where There's A Will
Bitterhorn Texas 4
Stacy Gail
November 17, 2014
Carina Press
Contemporary Romance
Miranda Brookhaven returned to Bitterthorn, Texas to fix the past. Years ago, her father used her teenage romance with Coe Rodas to steal the prototype for a groundbreaking new automotive invention. Now her father's dead, and thanks to the convoluted will he left behind, she's stuck in town until she rights the wrong that lost her the man she loved.

Coe learned early on that life never goes according to plan. His dreams of hitting it big vanished when Miranda all but invited her father to take the only thing of value he ever had. But now the once-pampered princess is holed up in a condemned trailer on the edge of town...and everything he thought he knew about her—and about what happened between them back then—seems completely wrong.

Miranda's determined to give back to Coe all that he lost. If she can do that, maybe she can move on from the past. But Coe seems to be more interested in their rekindled passion than claiming what she thinks he deserves. She's got sixty days to convince him to cough up evidence that he's the original inventor—after that, the only way to transfer the patent rights over to him would be to make him part of the family, and she's not sure her heart can take another hit.





Before I begin, I’d like to thank Braine for allowing me to hop onto her blog to gab a bit about WHERE THERE’S A WILL, my latest release with Carina Press, and what usually goes on in the Gail household this time of year. Thank you so much, Braine! *hugs*

Anytime, Stacy, I wuv you!!



Five Things I could SERIOUSLY Do 
Without This Holiday Season

I’m the family’s holiday elf. The cookie baker, the tree-trimmer, the one who figures out the seating arrangements during Thanksgiving and Christmas so there’s no bloodshed. Yep, that’s me. I go the whole nine yards, from inflating the Snoopy snow globe on the front lawn, to stocking up on cranberry sauce and dried bread cubes like some weird holiday-themed prepper. I love it all!

Actually, I don’t love it all. Most of it, but not ALL of it. For instance:

  1. If It’s Not Any Trouble: Why does this phrase exist? Usually when someone says it, they KNOW they’re asking a lot of a person who’s just as busy as they are. I eliminated this phrase (at least I hope I did) when it was said to me one too many times a few Christmases back. A relative (who shall remain nameless) knew I was going to the post office to mail off some cards. She asked if I could mail off her stuff too, since I was already going. I stupidly agreed… and got loaded down with THREE HEAVY BOXES. So… let’s do the math, shall we? If you take 1 busy person and add 3 heavy boxes to handle on her own, plus sticking her with the shipping cost (almost $80), how many people does it take to keep that person from committing justifiable homicide?

  2. Are We There YET???: I will NEVER travel during Thanksgiving again. EVER. The one time I had to travel, everything went wrong. Mechanical problems with the plane had us sitting on the tarmac for three hours with every crying baby IN THE WORLD, and I missed all of my connecting flights (of course). When I finally did arrive at my destination, I did so without luggage. It got lost and stayed lost—I eventually wound up going to that Thanksgiving dinner wearing borrowed shoes and no underwear. Ah, memories.

  3. Ambrosia…Not: I’m a huge fan of Thanksgiving food (and I get huger with each passing holiday meal, heh ;) ). For days the womenfolk in my family prep for this, and I love the camaraderie. There used to be one tiny dark cloud on my horizon, though. When I was very little, my grandmother’s ambrosia salad was, in my opinion, the worst thing ever concocted in the history of cooking. She’d put whole cranberries through a grinder, then nuts, then golden currants, then grapes. Now, don’t get me wrong—I understand putting cranberries through this process. Those buggers are tough. But everything else? It’s like food that’s already been chewed. It’s not even food. It’s food paste. When my grandma passed away, the recipe went with her, and it’s been many years since her version of ambrosia salad hit the Thanksgiving table… but it’ll be back this year. ***voice of doom*** My mother found her mother’s recipe box.***/voice of doom*** My mom can’t wait to make it, and I’m not ashamed to say that I’m going to suddenly develop an allergy to nuts. :(

  4. DAMN IT, IS IT STRAIGHT OR NOT?!: Ugh, that phrase… *shudders* The day after Thanksgiving means Black Friday (and yes, I AM one of those ninja warriors who’s up pillaging at 4:00 AM :D). But in my house, it also means it’s time to put up the tree. Decorating the tree is MY job. I have over 400 ornaments that I lovingly unwrap, hang, then re-wrap for the next year (again with the elf behavior). But I don’t put the tree in the stand. Oh, no. THAT’S A MAN’S JOB. And the tree is Never. Freaking. Straight. Every man I’ve ever had in my life, from my father to boyfriends, insist that the tree is crooked. “Is it straight?” they ask. I look at it. “Looks fine to me.” They back up and turn purple with frustration. “How can you call that straight? It’s about to fall over!!” (It’s not about to fall over, OMG) This goes on… and on… until everyone’s snapping at everyone. And the tree still isn’t straight, because by now they’ve gotten it totally out of whack. I’ve gotten smart about this, though. Nowadays I leave the men to it and instruct them to have the tree up by the time I’m done shopping. Then I call up my Dirty Birdie girl posse, and we go out for a coffee gabfest while the men work themselves into a frenzy. It’s the only way to deal.

  5. Holiday Sweaters: This last one is kind of fun, actually. I like everything holiday-related… except the clothes. I have probably half a dozen Christmas-themed sweaters in my closet that I’ve never worn, because really… how can you wear a sweater decorated with reindeer doing a Rockette-style kickline with any amount of dignity? The answer: You can’t… unless you’re going to an UGLY CHRISTMAS SWEATER PARTY! *throws confetti* I went to one last year, and it was the bomb, y’all. There were prizes for everything—worst homemade sweater, worst placement of decorations on the sweater, overall worst sweater. Sadly, my penguin sweater didn’t win anything (I even had matching penguin earrings, darn it!), but I’ve got hope for this year. I found one that uses batteries to light up a Christmas tree appliqué. Booyah! :D


No matter how you celebrate the holidays, there are going to be pissy little moments that make you twitchy-eyed. It’s unavoidable. But whenever you want to gripe about battling holiday traffic to pick up relatives at the airport, or you’re trying desperately not to fall asleep during the pre-K version of the Pilgrims’ First Thanksgiving in the New World, take a breath. These are actually the good times. Find the happiness of the moment; that’s the key to making the holidays a wonderful experience year after year.

Well... that, and remembering to run the moment someone starts a sentence with, “If it’s not too much trouble.” ;)




The moment he came within reach, she dug her fingers into the rough wool of his coat and tugged him into a kiss. A world of revenge was packed into it—a need to tantalize with the alluring stroke of her tongue, determined to make him remember all that he’d thrown away by kicking her out of his life. She wanted him to suffer—to lie awake tonight and yearn for her, all the while knowing she was lost to him forever. She wanted to punish him with a lush pleasure that could never be his again.

More than anything, she wanted him to know the torment she’d carried inside for seven long years.

A rough sound growled deep in his throat, and she couldn’t tell whether it was a sound of warning or of pleasure as she nuzzled her lips against his to perfect the fit. His flavor was even better than she remembered, and for a heartbeat it transported her to a past where the world was perfect and the people in her life loved her as unstintingly as she loved them. That had been a beautiful life, but it had never been reality. It never would be, no matter how desperately she ached to bring that time back.

When she felt Coe’s arms lift to gather her closer, she hardened the heart he and her father had crushed so long ago, and pushed him away. And when she raised her eyes to his, she hoped he only saw icy fury there, and none of the bittersweet anguish she’d opened herself up to when she chose to punish him with a kiss.







A competitive figure skater from the age of eight, Stacy Gail began writing stories in between events to pass the time. By the age of fourteen, she told her parents she was either going to be a figure skating coach who was also a published romance writer, or a romance writer who was also a skating pro. Now with a day job of playing on the ice with her students, and writing everything from steampunk to cyberpunk, contemporary to paranormal at night, both dreams have come true.


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24 comments:

  1. LOL I love this post because it is so true! I think we could all do without some of these things around the holidays. :)

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  2. Fun post. I'm not much of a Christmas person so I just try to lay low lol

    The book sounds like a lot of fun too.

    Karen @ For What It's Worth

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    1. I love Christmas but I don't like the parties

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  3. Braine, you sexy thang! Thank you so much for offering up the coolest topic for a guest post EVER. Thanks to you, I had a ton of fun putting this post together. You rock! (((HUGS)))

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    1. You sexy and you're the rockstar! I love this post so much I was laughing so bad while prepping it.

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  4. I always wanted a holiday sweater but can't find one here

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  5. Those are all definitely things I could do without this holiday season as well. :) That was a fun guest post! I love the last paragraph about finding the happiness in the moment. That's some great advice! I'm going to have to check out this series...I love anything set in Texas, and the premise of Where There's a Will sounds cute. Thanks for sharing, Braine!

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  6. oh gosh that guest post was terrific. I totally agree, I won't travel during the holidays anymore. I used to fly every Christmas and what a pain in the arse. Now with two young kids, it doesn't happen. Black Friday shopping? Who needs it these days they are running Black Friday sales now. Thanks for the laugh.

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    1. So true about the BF sales, I hate Black Friday itself esp the ones that starts on TG evening because I feel it takes away from the holiday and all those poor people who have to work instead of speding time with their families.

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  7. LOL! Yes, right down to the Christmas sweaters that I feel guilty sliding into the bags with the other Purple Heart donations two years later after dutifully wearing the thing once where the giver can see it though our hated gran made dish was her runny carrot raisin salad.

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  8. This was hilarious. I adore Stacy Gail and cannot wait to read this :)

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  9. I found this article so interesting because we don't celebrate Thanksgiving in Australia, I really love the idea of it though and spending time with family. There are definitely a lot of annoyances when it comes to having so many people in one space. Found the article to be so much fun!

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    1. I think that's universal, family's great at arm's length usually

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  10. Oh my gosh the tree being straight. LOL We have this one place in town that they drill holes up the center of each tree and have special stands that honest to goodness you just twist the tree onto like a screw and it is straight every single time. It's amazing. Takes like 20 seconds and is perfect. Bless those men!

    That's an amazing number of ornaments. I maybe do 100 if I'm lucky. lol

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    1. That's convenient. Although I give up on fresh trees, they're awesome but the clean up is a nightmare! I'm borderline OCD so i end up vacuuming or sweeping needles everyday

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  11. I had to laugh at the is the tree straight part. That used to happen at my parent's house when I was a child, every freaking year. Men *shakes head*

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    1. LOL I think they do it on purpose so we end up doing it still

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  12. I have to do everything too. And I hate most of it. I don't mind decorating too much, but the tree is kind of a pain so sometimes we don't have one at all. I grew up without a tree so I guess I often don't care. Also, I hate storing stuff so we don't have a ton of decorations. Which is kind of lame, but it is what it is. I HATE cooking but we go to my inlaws. HOWEVER I'm vegetarian and the holidays are the only time it's hard for me. I don't usually crave meat. Except at holidays. Then it's hard. Sometimes there's not much I can eat. BUT that keeps me from overeating, so I guess that's good. Also, I have to point out that my MIL does try to make a point of making sure there's stuff for me. But compared to the yummy stuff around it, it is often slightly nasty looking. Maybe this year I'll come up with some yummy dishes myself. I just hate cooking, so we'll see...

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    1. That's tough, holidays are about eating and gossiping LOL. If you can't cook then maybe you can find something you can buy or order instead?

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