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From Hauntings of the Heart:

Gordon Anderson dropped his fedora on the worn Formica
counter in the Carterville Register of Deeds office. He pressed the
bell labeled ‘ring for service’ and waited.

An empty office chair sat in front of shelves of files and
ledger books on the other side of the counter. Some of the books
appeared a hundred years old, and one of them held the records of
his family’s downfall. Events he planned to rectify, if only to ease
his mother’s final days.

A woman with unnaturally auburn hair approached the
reception area from behind the shelves. It had been long enough
since she’d been to the beauty shop that a half-­‐‑inch of white glared
out from her roots. She placed a stack of manila folders on the
counter and evaluated him over her half-­‐‑rimmed glasses. She wore
a cream blouse with a large silk bow at the collar and light blue
polyester pants. Dust smudged her sleeves where the folders had
rested.

“May I help you?” she asked, brushing at the marks.
Gordon leaned against the counter. The woman seemed
familiar, but he didn’t know anyone around here that old. Then he
realized she was probably the same age he was, probably one of his
friends. He’d been gone too long. He guessed, “Maybelle?”

The woman flushed slightly. “Yes.” She paused and he
could feel her dissecting the wrinkles around his eyes. “Gordon
Anderson?”

He smiled. She did recognize him, but he couldn’t judge the
tenor of her voice. Pleasantly surprised, or mildly disgusted? “It’s
been quite a while,” she said. “What brings you back to town?”


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Autumn Harvest: Fall Between the Pages Fall Blog Hop Tour

Hi!  My name is Minnie and I’m the owner of the Lilac Bower bed and breakfast. I’m so glad you stopped by on the Autumn Harvest: Fall Between the Pages Fall Blog Hop. I’m honored to welcome you to Joselyn Vaughn’s blog.  

First off, we have plenty of attractive young men here.  You don’t happen to be single, do you? If you are, my friends and I can fix you up. We've got plenty of nephews and sons between us. And if I do say so myself, we are very good at this.  Just don't listen to anything Mark says.

As I said before, I own a bed and breakfast.  It’s the best place to stay in town.  It’s in a big old house with a wrap-around porch and plenty  of room in the back yard for a pumpkin patch. Its romantic and eclectic atmosphere makes it appealing to everyone.  If you’re nice, I’ll even let you examine my porcelain cat collection.

I love autumn. It’s my favorite season.  Unfortunately it’s also a really slow season for business at the B & B. Everyone goes farther north for the color tours and that leaves me a bit tight for spending money. My nephew Mark tells me I need a new roof next spring and I need to raise some funds.

Well, this year I have a plan. I’m calling it Hauntings of the Heart.  I’m going to turn the Lilac Bower into a haunted house.  You know, like an actual house that’s haunted. Not with people dressed up as vampires and such. Creaky doors. Shuffling noises in the walls. Footsteps in the attic. Strange mists. Cold spots. (Note to self – get the password for the A/C system from Mark.) I’ve got one of those creepy sounds CD’s and my friend Edith is going to help. So if you want to stay in a haunted house, this is the place for you.

So if you could help me out and spread the word about the haunted house (and the attractive young men :-)); I’d love to be all booked up for October. I’ve got eight suites, so there’s plenty of room for your friends.

To see how my project is going, you can friend Joselyn on Facebook or follow her on Twitter. I'm hoping for lots of good news. 

You can read about some of my other adventures in CEOs Don’t Cry and Sucker for a Hot Rod.  Have a great tour on the blog hop.  I gotta go.  I can hear something dripping upstairs (and I don't have any guests).

Oh, before I forget.  You have to sign up for this CONTEST!!!  Well, you don't have to, but why wouldn't you? The winner gets a selection of Bath and Body Works lotions. Just leave a comment with your email address on this blog.  (If you have trouble leaving a comment, send an email to jvaughn@joselynvaughn.com and include your email in the message.) 

Blog Hop Rules: 

1) HAVE FUN!!!

2) INVITE ALL OF YOUR FRIENDS!!! SPREAD THE WORD!!!

3) THIS TOUR STARTS: Monday, September 19, at Midnight (Arizona Time)

THIS TOUR ENDS: Monday, September 26, at Midnight (Arizona Time)

Winners will be drawn and posted September 27th! *** 

4) MEET AND MINGLE WITH ALL THE AUTHORS & BOOK PAGES! EXPERIENCE A NEW DESTINATION AT EVERY STOP! PARTICIPATE IN EVERY BLOG CONTEST AND BE ENTERED FOR CHANCES TO WIN MULTIPLE PRIZES! EVERY BLOG VISITED IS ANOTHER OPPORTUNITY TO WIN!!

5) PARTICIPATION AT ALL BLOGS IS RECOMMENDED, BUT NOT REQUIRED. REMEMBER, THE MORE BLOGS YOU HOP, THE BETTER YOUR CHANCES OF WINNING PRIZES. EVERY AUTHOR & BOOK PAGE IS WAITING TO MEET AND INTERACT WITH YOU, SO PLEASE BE SURE TO SHOW THEM SOME LOVE!

6) DID I MENTION TO HAVE FUN? WHOO! HOO!! HERE WE GOOOOOOOOOOOO!

***Authors & Book Pages have full discretion to choose an alternate winner in the event any winner fails to claim their prize(s) within 72 hours of their name being posted or after notification of win, whichever comes first. Anyone who participates in this blog hop tour is subject to these rules***

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Six Sentence Sunday

From CEOs Don't Cry:

Watching him descend the ladder was the best part of her day.  Not that getting transferred here and spending four hours driving on snowy roads constituted a stellar one.  His jeans and t-shirt clung in just the right places and she couldn’t help but smile back at the grin on his face.  

“Problems up there?” she asked, heat rising in her cheeks.  She didn’t see men like this in the city very often. 

           “Did Minnie send you? Or Yvonne?” he asked, his gaze traveling over her body.  




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CEOs Don't Cry is available in hardcover on Amazon. 

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From CEOs Don't Cry:
Genre: Sweet romance

“Hi,” the man said as he balanced on the ladder, then climbed down. He tossed a flashlight into an open toolbox.  Then he looked at her with bright blue eyes and hair littered with cobwebs.

Watching him descend the ladder was the best part of her day.  Not that getting transferred here and spending four hours driving on snowy roads constituted a stellar one.  His jeans and t-shirt clung in just the right places and she couldn’t help but smile back at the grin on his face.  

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CEOs Don't Cry is available in hardcover on Amazon.com. 

Six Sentence Sunday

From CEOs Don't Cry:

“Just a minute!” shouted a deep voice from the ceiling, before a boot crashed through a stained tile, sending soggy chunks raining down on Leslie’s head. “Crap.”

“What in the world?” she hissed, flicking a hunk of tile off her shoulder.  This podunk place probably didn’t even have a decent dry cleaner, she thought, eyeing the water mark on her suit.

Booted feet slid out of the hole, followed by worn dusty jeans, a t-shirt and muscular arms. Leslie’s arms relaxed around her briefcase.  She wouldn’t mind seeing that descend from her ceiling on occasion. 

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From work in progress, Locations of the Heart (a sweet, small town romance):

 “You’ll never believe who I saw at the Register of Deeds yesterday afternoon.” Edith tossed her purse on the red vinyl booth across the table from Minnie before she scooted into the seat.

Minnie waved to their favorite waitress, Rachel, who balanced a tray of the day’s specials and a half-empty pot of decaf coffee.  She acknowledged them with a nod and headed toward the rear of the dining room.  The rest of the diner was filled with the usual bunch of early lunchers, reminiscing with their cohorts on the morning news, the chance of an early frost and the state of affairs at the zoning commission.  Years of baked-on grease permeated the air and accounted for the signature flavor of the scrambled eggs.

Edith smoothed down her more salt than pepper coiffure and reached for the special card clipped to the jellies. “I didn’t think he’d set foot in Carterville again.”

“Who?” Minnie asked, already knowing the name that would spill from Edith’s lips.

Edith slapped the menu card on the table.  She looked both ways, then leaned across the table.  “Gordon Anderson.”  Edith raised her eyebrows conspiratorially. 

“I had hoped he wouldn’t.” Her stomach roiled.  He’d been here sixteen hours and she was jumping out of her skin at every sound, expecting him to appear whenever she turned her back.  She attributed it to loathing, but it felt like a high school crush. 

Also available:

Sucker for a Hot Rod (ebook) Astraea Press

Sucker for a Hot Rod is now available in trade paperback from CreateSpace.

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