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Welcome to Cocktails Fiction & Gossip Magazine Hi!

Like suspense, thriller, horror, erotic, spiritual, paranormal and woman fiction. It’s a great place for authors and reads to learn about new book releases, writing tips, and to enjoy all the wonderful reads.

My name is Suzannah Safi

I’m a romance author, a promoter, a graphic designer, and the creator of Cocktails Fiction & Gossip e-Magazine. I have many novels and short stories that are published and tons are in process to be published with different publishers, and some I published on my own. As a promoter I created the new Magazine Cocktails Fiction & Gossip Magazine for everyone to participate in it, no limit to who will be in the magazine or what we will gossip about. It’s for all types of readers who like fiction and gossip lol. Also I’ve created Romance Alley and you can check it at www.romancealley.suzannahsafi.com this site is for authors who write romance in its all genre.

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My other passion, being a freelance designer; I created my own Book Trailer Company, you can visit my book trailer design company’s website at www.design.suzannahsafi.com I have created many trailers and book covers for authors to boost their book promo in an intriguing artistic way with affordable prices. I wanted to do something that I enjoy, have passion for, and I found that writing, promoting, and designing book trailers and covers are my real passion so I’m doing that and proud of what I’ve accomplished. Can’t have enough sleep, hick who needs it anyway LOL. Welcome and I hope you enjoy this issue.


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What’s inside of this issue Author Julie Eberhart Painter -My Big Break——-—————————Page 4-6 Suzannah Safi -A word from the owner of CF&GM —–—————–-—— Page 7 Author Vicki Batman—Behind the Scenes———————-—————Page 8-10 Latest Production from BTD– Watch Video and enjoy—————–—-—–Page 11 Author Kristin Battestella - Fate and Fangs –—–—–—–——-———-Page 12-13 Author Killarney Sheffield - Canadians Helping Canadians———–—Page 14-15 Author Margay Leah Justice - Sloane Wolf ——————-————-Page 16-19 Author Nancy Marie Bell - Christmas Storm——————————page 20-23 Latest Production from BTD– Watch Video and enjoy—————–—-—–Page 24 All designs are by Book Trailer Design—Suzannah Safi at design.suzannahsafi.com

Entertaining and fun magazine, Cocktails Fiction & Gossip Magazine is for all readers to enjoy and learn about authors and their adventures. Interviews, gossip, travels, recipes, dreams, books and more please join us and learn about new authors, their life, and their hard work to bring you beautiful entertaining stories. Every issue will have different authors, stories, articles and gossip. Have fun and ask the authors anything on my blog www.suzannahsafi.blogspot.com Readers do you want to be a guest on Cocktails Magazine, email me at admin(at)suzannahsafi(dot) com and join the party with us and let authors and the world know what you like to read and learn about you as well. Authors do you want to gossip and talk about anything and let readers know you and your books in a fun way, contact me. Hope you all enjoy this issue and the ones to come every month. Love. Peace. And be safe. Suzannah Safi The name of Cocktails Fiction & Gossip Magazine Copyright © to Suzannah Safi, all rights reserved. The stories and graphics are the property of their creators. The contents of this publication may not be reproduced in whole or in part without consent of the copyright holder. The cover art of the magazine created by Book Trailer Design owned by Suzannah Safi and is not permitted to be used in any form without the permeation from the artist. This a free magazine to readers. All participants agreed on granting their articles/stories/pictures only to be published for free on Cocktails Fiction & Gossip Magazine .

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Julie Eberhart Painter

Finding My Readership March 30, 2010 during my shower I performed a pratfall worthy of Chevy Chase. The EMTs responded in ten minutes. After they draped me with a beach towel and loaded my crisp bones onto a backboard their only comment was: “You are certainly the cleanest patient we've transported tonight.” They were gentle and no nerve damage was added to the misery. Fortunately, nothing else that surgery, rebuilding and/or rehabbing couldn’t fix was permanently damaged. But this accident cost me an arm and a leg—no weight bearing for six weeks. I felt like a two-legged table.

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My Big Break The reason I’m bringing this up is not to get sympathy cards, but to say one blessing that came from this was, as an author, I learned where my reader market comes from. While I luxuriated in discomfort, CNAs, aides, social workers, occupational therapists and physical therapists bought my books. “Oh, Mortal Coil’s about murder in a nursing home. I gotta read that one.” My husband kept a fresh supply of my titles on the bureau for any visitor or employee to peruse and purchase. “I looked you up, nice Web site.” “Oh, You’re the writer?” they acknowledged as I struggled out of bed, transferring with the help of three people: one of whom I’d been instructed to step on, one was hauling my now infamous prat, and one drank coffee and supervised. I was not in sales mode with my fanny hanging out of the “costume” they provided; however, I had to prove to one and all that I was not so depressed that I couldn’t sell more books. If you’re suspected of being depressed in rehab, they order the psycho evaluation. That's an Alzheimer’s test. (I passed with 100% accuracy.) I chatted up my books, gave out bookmarks so my angels of mercy could look up my publisher and my Web site, and I made nice. The night shift was different, all business about my business, or so I surmised. One of the nurses, whom I sent directly to my publishers imprint, Carnal Passions, for “relief," quit her job and became an in-home nurse’s aide. When she arrived at our house six weeks later for my first bath back at the scene of the crime, her first words were: “Who would have thought the bedpan lady would turn out to be an author.”

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Julie Eberhart Painter I was lucky to be there. Mothers’ Day eve, due to a medication error, I went from unbearable itching into anaphylactic shock. One of my night heroes, an experienced male CNA, didn’t even ask permission. “You’re goin’ to the hospital, girl.” He went out into the hallway and dialed 911. I’m considering writing his life story, “Man Enough to be a nurse.” All he was missing was his Harley. Life threatening emergencies are the hard way to sell books and study character motivation. But look on the sunny side. Even my hairdresser knows for sure. One of the people from the rehab’s business office told my stylist that she knew who I was. “That’s the author.” Authors, keep your books at the ready. The Boy Scout motto comes to mind. “Be prepared!” In conjunction with that, another bit of advice: Install grab bars in your showers and above your bathtubs. The characters you save will be your own.

Julie Eberhart Painter Mortal Coil, Tangled Web and Kill Fee are now available in Amazon’s Kindle Store and lulu.com or the publisher, www.champagnebooks.com, for print. http://www.books-jepainter.com/ Author’s page on Amazon

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is to give my dear readers a different and more enjoyable read. I strive to present the best stories and articles for my readers to enjoy, and different from what is out there. Also for my dear talented authors who desire to show the world their talent, I want your best short stories and articles. This is the place for all fiction writers to show their talent (what you write: your style, your tone, and your imagination) to readers, publishers, and the world. Dates of publication and submissions : January - Submission is from now until December 1st to be in January issue. April - Submission is from December 1st until March 1st. July - Submission is from March 1st until June 1st. October - Submission is from June 1st until September 1st. Four issues a year and each Issue will have a variety or short stories and articles that will tantalize any reader. My dear readers, I‘m giving you a free read to enjoy and to get to know the authors behind those stories, I‘m giving you the chance to taste the ride they will provide, and help you find the author you like to read more from her/his writing. In addition, the articles you will read are going to be something you will enjoy and benefit from its content. All for free. How and what to submit: Please contact me to know more, and if you have any questions gather them as well. You can visit Cocktails Fiction and Gossip e-Magazine website at http://www.wix.com/cocktailsmagazine/ fictionandgossip Contact me at admin@suzannahsafi.com

Suzannah Safi

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Vicki Batman

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Behind the Scenes

I've

written a lot of short stories and am always asked, "Where do you get your ideas?" Most

writers will tell you ideas can be found anywhere. I've written stories based on a glance at my husband's ties (he has a lot!). About my grandmother's tomato cake recipe (trust me, it's good). The sound of a passing ambulance. What people say. A word, an object, a phrase, an observation. A spark ignites, and I'm off. The three stories featured in my collection, Man Theory and Other Stories, came from real life incidents which I twisted, turned, torqued. And played what if??? For a while, my yoga class practiced outside at a park, complete with a creek, playground, happy families, and water fowl. While the class meditated, a goose bit my finger. Really! I was stupefied. And saying anything in class was a huge no-no. The incident never left my head. I went home and opened a word doc and rapidly typed what had taken place, thinking maybe...one day‌I'd turn it into an essay. After revising and tweaking, something new emerged--a short story. I'd romanticized the incident, created a relationship between the characters, and voila! "Ouch." When my boys were in elementary school, I worked with the librarian in organizing the major fundraiser, the Scholastic Book Fair. One day, we determined a young man had stolen money from the cash box and bought books. After he confessed, the librarian said he had to come in early every morning for two weeks to pay for what he'd done. Many years passed. One day, my thoughts reached back to the event and went what if??? I wrote down what had taken place, added a widower, a sassy librarian, a romance, and "Tommy and the Teacher" came to life. Not long ago, a young man, who had broken up with his girlfriend, plopped on my couch, which is situated across from my desk, and said, "I have a theory about love." My head when big-time BING!!! I could hardly concentrate on what he'd said. I held up a finger, and said, "Give me a sec," scribbled down the phrase, and then actively listened. As soon as he left, I typed the words in a doc. What if??? a geek said "I have a theory about love" to a female co-worker? Could they have the relationship she secretly wanted? Thus, "Man Theory." Consider this: What if??? a farm boy loses his family and goes on a quest to fulfill his dream of becoming a pilot. (Star Wars) What if??? a tornado sweeps a farm girl away from her home to a unbelievable land? What if she meets witches, a wizard, and little people? (Wizard of Oz) What if??? a princess agrees to marry a prince only to really love a farm boy turned pirate? (The Princess Bride)

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Cont What if??? a high school senior plays hooky for the day with his friends? (Ferris Buehler's Day Off) Can everything can be fair game when it comes to story ideas? Mostly. Within reason (just remember privacy. Handsome, keep on saying silly things and I'll have plenty of fodder). And try playing the game of what if??? to see if your possibilities follow an interesting path. Happy writing and reading! Vicki is sitting at her desk, drinking a diet Coke and going "bwahahaha" to her characters. Find her at: http://vickibatman.blogspot.com Or at http://plottingprincesses.blogspot.com. Man Theory and Other Stories is available at Amazon.com and Barnesandnoble.com.

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Book Trailer Design—Latest Production

The Reluctant Matchmaker by Shobhan Bantwal

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Kristin Battestella

Published by: MuseItUpPublishing Cover Designer: Suzannah Safi

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Fate and Fangs

, I’ll indulge you with this promotional conversation. I’ll pretend we’re friends beyond your precious facebook. I’ll play your online games and sip your virtual tea. We’ll email awhile, instant message, have a private chat or two. Soon enough you’ll be dying to meet me, and be forewarned: When you do meet me, you will meet that death… Does that make your blood run cold inside? I hope so. Cold as marble six feet deep! Hey, if you can’t take the crypt, don’t play the emo. But let’s not worry about that now. I have plenty of time, so put on the water, ready the hot chocolate, and let the moonlight shine in. Spike the java with your pleasure-you can guess what mine is. Settle in with some popcorn and a good Sean Bean flick, the kind with lots of mayhem and death. When the doorbell rings, you know it will be I. Can’t wait? You can read this for starters… Hello Mother, I have never conformed to normal societal standards; you know I have looked after my own cares, perhaps even selfishly some might say. However, amid this sad state in America’s affairs, it was in my best interests to marry. Yes, marry. I’m sure you wish to know his titles and ancestry for your histories, but none such matters to me. His name isn’t even important, for he wasn’t around long. His funeral is tomorrow in fact—a gentleman’s funeral for a wealthy gentleman from North Carolina. I apologize if I’m late in my correspondence. You know I don’t like to write. I imagine you might have wished a traditional spectacle at this news, Mother, your one moment of pride and pretense that you have a normal daughter and a proper family. Ha! Admit it. After reading about this less than good side in Professor James’ Fate and Fangs: Tales from the Vampire Family- I’m the star of Tale 4 Debauchery- you can’t help yourself. You want more, you know you do. So, there’s no need to pussyfoot around. You simply can’t have me. Nobody can. My webmaster thinks she’s got me pegged, but that Kristin doesn’t do anything by keep people afraid of me. That’s how I like it. And so do you. Forget this sexy smexy vampire business. It’s not my fault you fool people find evil and pain alluring. Pale skin and dark clothes were popular long before Hot Topic, you know. But I don’t mind. Quite the contrary. Go ahead, get yourself hot. Get all bothered. Bring your blood to a boil. Just let me know when the kettle whistles…. I know you want even more, so visit my precious blog, http://vampfam.blogspot.com. If you like what you see, compliment my webmaster, Kristin. We have to do something with all the bones, so may as well toss some to the little mortal people. So small. So fragile. So…tasty!

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Killarney Sheffield

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Canadians Helping Canadians

A year

and a half ago I signed my first of 9 publishing contracts with Canadian publisher

MuseItUp Publishing. I was launched into the world of a published author. Believe me, it can be a very intimidating place. Part of being an author is learning how to promote yourself. Being a very artsy person and loving music I took to building trailers like a duck to water. For the trailer for my debut historical romance novel Guilty Kisses I set my sights high, and maybe if I am being honest, impossibly high, or so I thought. Yes, I am the author who decided to ask fellow Canadian singer/song writer/ Juno winner Lawrence Gowan for a piece of his music. I was just as stunned as everyone else when he and his music rights holder Anthem Entertainment said yes, although not to the piece I asked for, but offered me use of another even prettier song called 'Love Makes You Believe'. Did getting use of a famous person's music pay off for me marketing wise? I'd like to think so, but the numbers aren't in yet, and as you know it is very hard for a new author to make a splash in that great big sea of literature out there. Still I was pretty thrilled that someone of Gowan's stature took the time to nurture and lend a hand to a fellow Canadian. In keeping with that tradition I contacted a Canadian charity called MusiCounts.ca and asked if they would be interested in the meagre proceeds from my debut novel. They were thrilled, as little as those proceeds are at this point. So a Canadian, helping Canadians, helping Canadians partnership was born. Just my way of giving back to Lawrence who was so kind as to loan me such a lovely song. If you would like to support the idea of giving all kids the chance to learn to play an instrument then please, purchase a copy of Guilty Kisses and help achieve that dream, because, well, we all need talent like Gowan. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J41qLNKjrQA For more info on Gowan, his solo career or the band he now is lead singer for STYX, see www.gowan.org http://author-killarney-sheffield.spruz.com and www.museituppublishing.com

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Margay Leah Justice

Published by: MuseItUpPublishing Cover Designer: Suzannah Safi

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Sloane Wolf I discuss my latest book, Sloane Wolf, people often ask me, Why Wolves? And I have to say, why not? Wolves are fantastic creatures that mate for life and are truly faithful to their mates (from what I've read), and we humans could learn a lot from them. As it pertains to my book, however, it was rather serendipitous that I ended up writing about wolves. I didn't intentionally set out to do so, but a series of events conspired to make it happen. The first event came in the form of a book that was ultimately made into a movie that got me to thinking - and anybody who knows me can tell you that when I get to thinking, things begin to happen...in a writing sense that is! I can turn the smallest nugget of an idea into a story, if motivated enough to do so, and that is how this story started out, as just a nugget. So there I was, inspired by this other book/movie enough that certain scenes kept kicking up in my head (ahem, fight scene), but content just to imagine it in my head. Until event number two happened. That would be a contest that an electronic publishing company was running with the theme of - you guessed it - wolves. And so I thought, why not? I had some interesting scenes kicking around in my head, the contest was for a novella length story, so I had enough to accomplish that. And with the help of event number three - discovering an article about gray wolves returning to Massachusetts after a100-plus year absence - a true story began to formulate with legends of wolves and why they "reappeared" in the state after such a long absence. Wow, I thought, this was really going to be something, if I could get it all together in time. Trouble was, once I started writing, I just kept on writing and I over-shot the word count. One thing I forgot when I set out to enter this contest: I have never been able to write short. I keep trying, but I usually have so much to say, it doesn't conform well to short stories or novellas. Not wanting to cut anything to fit the guidelines, I simply finished the book for me. And by the time I was finished with it, I knew that I had to try to get it published anyway, I felt that strong about it. And after several fits and starts, I finally found the right publisher for it in Muse it Up Publishing. So there you have it. The serendipitous events that led to the birth of Sloane Wolf. Links: http://margayleahjustice.blogspot.com/ http://moonlightlacemayhem.blogspot.com/ http://www.myspace.com/margay1122 http://twitter.com/Margay http://www.facebook.com/MargayLeahJustice Where to buy: Amazon - http://www.amazon.com/Sloane-Wolves-Destiny-Falls-ebook/dp/B006M4AGN4/ref=sr_1_1? s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1325789895&sr=1-1

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Sloane Wolf —Juice Excerpt Shiloh nearly leapt off the sill as his hand touched her knee. It took every ounce of willpower she possessed to remain seated and appear undaunted by the gesture. “I am…much better now…thank you,” she said, becoming more unnerved by the presence of his hand by the minute. Oh, this was not good, not good at all. The longer it remained there, the stronger her impulse to bolt became. Oh, no… What was it about this man that rattled her so and with so little effort on his part? Sharing the same air with him was enough to send her pulses to the moon—and her mind somewhere else, something new for her. Being this attracted to a man was beyond her realm of experience. She didn’t know what to do with it—or about it. Should she do anything? Should she pretend indifference? And why wasn’t he so deeply affected? It wasn’t fair. Still confused, she gave him a weak smile, intent on backing up her previous claim with the gesture. She feared it failed miserably. When Micah returned her smile and lifted his hand from her knee, she felt precisely one second of relief before he shook her world again by caressing her face in parting. She stumbled back against the frame of the window, her lips parting on a startled breath as a lightning bolt shot through her at his touch. Something flickered in his eyes at her reaction—pain, perhaps—and he retracted his hand, balling it into a fist as he turned away from her, preparing to depart. In an instant, she realized her mistake. Along with it came the knowledge she couldn’t let him go away angry or upset. After everything he and his family had done for her, she owed him that much. She grabbed him by the shirtfront to stop him, and a shock of awareness shot from her hand directly into his heart, just beneath it. She could see it in the gaze he leveled on her then, could hear it in his breath trapped within his lungs, feel it in the missed beat of his heart. But then, all sense abandoned her, and her heart skipped a beat as he held her hand firmly to his chest with one of his own and lifted the other to her head, anchoring it against the window frame. Slowly, his eyes never straying from hers, he leaned across the space separating them. His lips brushed hers, like a whisper, before he withdrew, tilted his head to the side, and advanced again. This time the kiss was fuller, penetrating her every defense, both physical and emotional, but still not long enough for her. He retreated once again after a fraction of time and hovered before her, scarcely an inch away. Watching her. Waiting. Her heart beating a frantic tempo now, Shiloh abandoned all of her reservations and her good sense to swoop in for a more vigorous kiss. So vigorous, in fact, she knocked him off his perch through the open window. Only quick reflexes honed to perfection at the Institute prevented her from tumbling after him.

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Bracing herself against the sill, she leaned out the window as far as she was able and watched his descent from the slanted roof to the ground below. She lost sight of him the moment he slid beyond the reach of the light from her window. But then she heard him land with a thud —and a howl—on the ground in front of the back porch when he failed to catch himself on the roof edge. She clasped a hand over her mouth to silence her reaction and waited. When he didn’t rouse right away, panic shot through her and she leaned out another few inches. “Micah? Are you okay?”

“Fine,” he answered after a few moments, appearing beyond the overhang of the roof as if to prove it to her. “Nothing hurt but what’s left of my pride.” Relief coursed through her at his statement, and she allowed herself the laugh she’d literally held back before. Her mirth was cut short, however, by his next words. “Hey, Shiloh! We’ve got to stop falling for each other like this.” His laughter followed her as she ducked back into the room. She could still hear it even after she closed the window, though not as well. Oh, Lord. She rested against the cool pane of glass and touched her still-tingling lips with shaky fingers. Was she? Falling for him? Was that what this crazy-mad feeling inside of her was? The question plagued her long into the night. MuseItUpPublishing: http://museituppublishing.com/bookstore2/index.php? page=shop.product_details&flypage=flypage.tpl&product_id=242&category_id=107&option=com_virtuema rt&Itemid=1&vmcchk=1&Itemid=1 Amazon.com: http://www.amazon.com/Sloane-Wolves-Destiny-Falls-ebook/dp/B006M4AGN4/ref=sr_1_1? s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1326586732&sr=1-1 Smahwords: http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/116104

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Nancy Marie Bell

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Christmas Storm Christmas Storm is dedicated to all the animals who need rescuing and to all those who rescue them. May they find forever homes. Especially to Lily, Gibbie, Merrily, Miley, Alex, No Name, Hector, Spook, Big Bird, Chance and finally the black momma dog with no name who wasn’t as lucky as Storm. What could a fancy horse vet and a young woman rancher have in common? Turns out a little more than one might think. Michelle is prepared to hate the new vet in town before she even meets him. Her parents are gone and Doc has filled the role of father figure for as long as Michelle can remember. Now, on the heels of her fiancé’s desertion, Doc has announced he is going to sell his veterinary practice to a young vet just starting out. The man has impeccable credentials but Michelle can only see him as the embodiment of all the unwelcome changes in her life. Add to the mix an injured stray dog who keeps pushing Michelle into contact with Dr. Cale Benjamin DVM and sparks fly. The question is: can the new vet in town heal both Storm’s leg and Michelle’s heart? Excerpt: Michelle picked up the receiver and was relieved to hear the dial tone. She pressed the speed dial for Doc and dropped down into her chair. Wearily, she tilted her head back and leaned it against the headrest as she listened to the phone ring. God, I hope you’re home. Michelle just wanted to hear Doc’s rusty old voice confirm what she already expected. On the tenth ring, Mary, Doc’s wife, picked up the line. “Michelle, it’s so nice to hear from you. No trouble at your place I hope,” Mary said brightly. “Hey, Mary, a stray dog just wandered onto the place, looks like someone’s beaten the tar out of it. I need to ask Doc for some advice. Is he around?” Michelle sat up in her chair and scrounged for some paper and a pen under the papers on her desk. “No, dear, Doc’s out at Murray’s place. That fancy cutting horse of his has colic, and he’s fit to be tied. Just got back from the NFR with all his winnings and now this.” “I guess it could wait ‘til morning. I just wanted to know how much pain killer I should give…she’s so skinny.” Michelle chewed on her bottom lip.

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Nancy Marie Bell “Well, dear, you know I could refer you to the new vet in town. Nice boy, Doc and he are talking about throwing in together anyway. Cold nights and crazy cows are getting to be too much for Luke these days,” Mary offered. Michelle smiled in spite of herself. Nobody called Doc Luke, except his wife of forty some odd years. Just as quickly a frown clouded her features. She plain didn’t like the new “boy” as Mary called him. He wasn’t a rancher. He was a fancy horse guy from what she heard about him. Used to dealing with all those expensive show jumpers and people with more money that brains. “It can wait ‘til Doc gets home,” she assured Mary. “Happens that Cale is here right now and says he can stop by on his way home,” Mary said in that voice of hers she used when some plan she concocted was starting to work out. “I can’t think that I’m on anybody’s way home.” Michelle laughed. The ranch was ten miles out of Longview, so Michelle was confident she wasn’t on the new vet’s way home. Nobody other than her neighbours was likely to venture past her lane on a night like this. Mary chuckled, and Michelle’s stomach did a flip. “Silly girl, Cale bought the old Chetwynd place across the coulee from you. He’s your closest neighbour now.” “Oh.” Michelle’s voice was small. “I haven’t got around to meeting the new people yet.” “Obviously, darlin’.” Mary snorted. “You can meet young Cale tonight on his way home.” “But, I…” Michelle trailed off when she realized she was talking to a dial tone. “Damn and double damn.” Michelle ran her hand over her unruly hair and sighed. Mary, bless her soul, was her mom’s oldest friend. Mom was gone over five years now. With her brother, George, being away more than he was home working on the rigs, Mary had appointed herself Michelle’s guardian. Michelle pushed herself out of the comfortable chair with an exasperated sigh. She knew Mary was matchmaking again. Every eligible bachelor who came into town for any length of time somehow managed to find their way to her door on some made up errand for Mary. “Well, dog, we’ll let him look you over and give us his exalted opinion and then tomorrow I’ll call Doc.” Michelle spoke as she stepped out into the hall to check on the mutt. The black dog was awake, and her mouth was open as she panted. Her body language was wary, and her narrowed eyes indicated she expected to get hit. Michelle knelt beside the dog and offered her hand. The dog ignored the outstretched hand and continued to watch Michelle. Finally, deciding there was no threat, the dog laid its head wearily back on the rug. Michelle got to her feet and left the animal to rest. She entered the kitchen and grabbed a cloth to wipe the table with and then briskly swept the bits of hay and shavings off the floor which had fallen from her clothes. She stored the broom back its place and went to stand by the wide kitchen window, where she observed the storm was blowing as bad as ever. If that vet doesn’t have a four by, he’s never getting down my lane, let alone home. Michelle thought with some satisfaction. Fancy city boy.

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About the Author Nancy Marie Bell is proud Albertan, horsewoman, wife, mother and grandmother. She lives on a farm near Balzac, Alberta with her husband, two horses, a pony, various dogs, cats and whatever else happens to wander into the yard. Nancy had her first poems and short stories published while still in grade school. She is a member of The Writers Union of Canada, Writers Guild of Alberta and is a regular contributor to Earthsongs ezine. Her book of poetry, Through This Door was released in October 2010. Laurel’s Miracle (September 2011) is the first in the middle grade The Cornwall Adventures series, A Step Sideways (December 2011) is the second. The third book is a work in progress. She enjoys writing poetry and stories, both long and short. Nancy is an editor with MuseItUp Publishing Inc. Please visit her webpage http://www.nancymbell.ca You can find her on Facebook at http://facebook.com/NancyMBell Follow on twitter: @emilypikkasso

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