Sorry about being absent last week, but I caught some kind of bug and it really laid me low. So low I wasn’t able to keep up with my regular exercise routine for most of the week. I was back at it a little yesterday with a slow walk on the treadmill which was about as much as I could handle. Hopefully, I’ll improve each day this week.
Today’s Motivation Monday is about keeping to some kind of fitness schedule and by fitness I mean “activity” in any way, shape or form. One of the things I’ve done in the last year in my desire for a new healthier lifestyle is to be more active. You may wonder why, but I’m sure you’ve heard that sitting is this generation’s smoking.
It’s just not healthy to not be mobile. So if you can help it, be more active. I’ve found that one way to accomplish that is to have a fitness buddy. In my case, it’s my hubby. We go to the Y together most days and keep each other honest. It’s rare that we both don’t want to go and on the weekends, we’ve both found things we like to do that are active. For him, it’s a long jog and for me, it’s a long walk.
My daughter and her new hubby have also paired up to be more active and have started their own fun way of doing it. They’ve set up challenges they undertake based on what happens in the latest Hallmark Christmas movie they are watching. For example, if one of the leads says “Christmas” they have to do 10 jumping jacks. Other actions lead to other exercises. Fun right?
That’s another important component of a new fitness regimen: Fun because if you don’t like what you’re doing you’re less likely to keep it up!
So, that’s my two cents on this Motivation Monday. I hope they help you on your journey to a healthier you!
Original Bikers Image by skeeze from Pixabay
I blogged a short while ago about practicing gratitude and there is no more appropriate holiday for that than Thanksgiving. Since like many I’ll be busy cooking in the morning, I wish to take this moment to thank you all for visiting with me and I’d like share all for which I’m grateful, namely:
My wonderful family that has grown by many this year with the addition of the wonderful Egli family.
My amazing friends who are always so supportive.
My truly wonderful agent and editors.
My health.
Our military, law enforcement, and first responders. God keep them safe.
Last but never least, the great and fabulous United States of America. God Bless America.
My new contemporary romance novel, NEVER A BRIDE, is Carlo and Emma’s story in the At the Shore series. I just love Carlo! He is so darn sexy and in love with Emma. Unfortunately, Emma has a lot of daddy issues she has to overcome to be able to see that Carlo is the perfect man for her. In this scene, Emma has gone to check on the men who are trying on tuxes for an upcoming wedding. All the men are ready except for Carlo, who is still in the fitting room. When Emma goes to check on him, the sparks fly!
Excerpt
“I can see you’re all having fun, but did you decide on any of the tuxes I picked out?” she said as she peered at Jonathan, Owen, and Andy, and wondered where Carlo was hiding.
Jonathan sauntered over, grabbed the last piece of sandwich, placed it on a plate, and handed it to her. “Eat. It’s way past lunch hour and you’re cranky.”
“I’m not cranky,” she said, but her stomach complained noisily, forcing her to add, “Just hungry.”
“More like hangry,” he teased. Grinning, Jonathan laid an arm over her shoulders and walked her to the leather wing chair beside a massive leather couch where Andy and Owen sat sipping beers. She joined them there and took a bite of the sandwich, nearly moaning as the flavors of the tender roast pork, bitter broccoli rabe, and sweet mozzarella cheese exploded in her mouth. Not to mention Carlo’s secret garlicky tomato sauce, the game changer that had made him a champion on a network cooking show.
After swallowing, she glanced around the room at the men. “So what’s up? Where are the tuxes I left out for you?”
“We decided we’re not tux kind of guys. Well, Owen is, but the rest of us are just plain ol’ suit types,” Jonathan said as he sat on the arm of her chair.
She arched a brow. “And Carlo?”
Owen gestured with his beer bottle to the dressing room. “He’s in there.”
Wondering if Carlo needed help, she walked over and knocked.
“Come in,” he said.
She did only to find Carlo standing there in nothing but his tidy whities and a white shirt that was too small for his broad shoulders. The shirt hung open in front giving her a glimpse of what lay beneath the fabric.
Her heart did a little stutter at the sight of him, all lean sculpted muscle and smooth skin with the remnants of a summer tan. Heat suffused her and her face warmed in a blush.
If Carlo noticed, he did his best to hide it as he fought to pull the shirt closed and said, “I never knew that the buttons on your suit sleeve said so much about a man. If they’re real. Stitched. Horn. Who knew?”
She took a few hesitant steps until she was close to him and brushed his hands away as he struggled to button the shirt. “This shirt is absolutely the wrong size, but the style will suit you,” she said and smoothed the fabric across his broad shoulders and chest.
At his ragged sigh, she looked up and met his gaze. The desire there was impossible to miss and she should have stopped touching him. She should have moved away, but she couldn’t.
“You’re not playing fair, Emma,” he said, a rough grumble in his voice as he laid his hands at her waist.
“I’m sorry. It’s just so scary to think about changing what we are,” she said and finally stepped away from him and wrapped her arms around herself.
He raked his hands through his thick cocoa brown hair, tousling the ever-present waves. “I’m not your father, Emma. I would never hurt you. I respect you.”
“I know,” she said, but inside there was still too much fear and doubt. “I just need a little more time, Carlo. And you said you’re a patient man, remember,” she teased, trying to ease the tension in the room.
“I am, but I’m not a saint either. When you touch me . . . I want to touch too, Emma, but I can wait. Just promise me one thing.”
She was afraid to ask what she had to promise but fought back her fear. “I guess it depends on what the promise is.”
With another ragged sigh, he shrugged his shoulders, straining the fabric of the shirt. “I feel like a tool. Promise you’ll make sure I look okay because I’m not a suit kind of guy.”
She grinned and was about to reach out to smooth the linen over his shoulders again but jerked her hand away and locked it with her other hand behind her back to keep from touching him again. Meeting his gaze, she said, “I promise.”
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I’ve got this cute little guest today to share the news about my cover reveal for NEVER A BRIDE, my new contemporary romance novel. Visit with me at my Facebook Fan Page on December 11 from 10:00 am to 3:00 pm EST for a chance to win an assortment of goodies and to read teasers from the book. There will be giveaways and teasers every hour on the hour so please mark this in your calendar and join in the fun!
Today I’m offering up a free read of one of my military romance novellas that are set on the Jersey Shore. Actually, all the stories in the Take a Chance series are set in towns all up and down the Jersey Shore. I hope you’ll enjoy this sexy and emotional read! To download the free read, please visit https://claims.prolificworks.com/free/mpx6b.
With Thanksgiving just a week away and Christmas soon to follow, I thought I’d share a photo of my nieces and nephews from one of our past holidays. That year we had two new additions to the family, my nephew Jon and my daughter Sammie. It was a fun Christmas holiday filled with lots of family around the table.
I’m excited that this year we’ll be celebrating another new “addition”, namely, our fabulous new son-in-law. Still feels a little weird to say that, but we’re very happy he’s now part of our family.
My fondest memories are of sitting and reading. Books transported me to new places I could never have visited as a child and inspired me to reach for more so that one day I could visit all those new and exotic locations. As a female at a time and in a place where it wasn’t the expectation that women went to college and became professionals, books and my mother and grandmother, let me break those expectations and gave me the knowledge to succeed. So if you’re wondering what to give someone for Christmas or any other of the upcoming holidays, how about a book?
