~ It Was One Hell of a Morning ~ Why Not Go For The Crazy Trifecta?~ Let Me Book Hook Ya!

Good morning! The Marketing for Romance Writer's blog sponsor's a Book Hook Hop every Wednesday. This is an opportunity to catch some snippets from author's books before you buy them.

I'd like to share a piece from TO HELL IN A COACH BAG ~ Book One in my Devilish Divas Series.

Here's a blurb to clue you in on what's going on...

"Funny, sexy, emotionally deep, imaginative, well-written, addictive. Enjoyed it very much!" -Amazon reviewer

Four Midwest lunch ladies on a cross-country road trip...

DANIELLE~When a twist of fate reunites the widowed Dani with the hot roadie she met at a concert, will she have the guts to open up to Tucker and perhaps start a new relationship?

SAMANTHA~Wild divorcee Sam discovers Kyle, the Canadian referee she met at the same concert, is in town for a Colorado Avalanche game. Although Kyle's logged some serious ice time, Sam's cold shoulder may put his heart in perma-freeze.

ALEXIS~What can save Alex's marriage when her unemployed hubby's driving her crazy?

MAXINE~When mid-life hormones make Max a sex-starved loon, can she ever feel close to her man again when he doesn't put out?

Two women whose marriages are on the rocks~Will time apart from their spouses help them weather their matrimonial storms?

Two single women who equate love with pain~Will they open themselves up to new possibilities?

Four friends~Could their destination be Love? Or are they simply headed to Hell in a Coach bag?

Now, this scene is told in Tucker's point of view, and, well, poor Tucker isn't having the best day...

Why was I suddenly starting to feel like I checked into the Hotel California instead of a resort in Colorado? You can check out, but you can never leave.

"Sam, what's going on? Did Kyle do something?"

Her chin started to quiver, and then she wailed, "No!" She flung herself on my chest, sobbing. I patted her awkwardly on the back and wondered if I clicked my heels three times, could I just go home. On second thought, maybe this hotel was really located in Beverly Hills 90210, because the drama was epic.

Yep, Tucker has his hands full for sure!

To find out what he's going to do with this mess, click below to purchase TO HELL IN A COACH BAG. (Now only 99¢!) And be sure to pick up Book Two ~ DAMNED IF I DO! 

Amazon: http://mybook.to/ToHellInACoachBag

Barnes and Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/to-hell-in-a-coach-bag-mj-schiller/1126065861

Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/to-hell-in-a-coach-bag-the-devilish-divas-series-book-1

I hope you enjoyed this week's contribution to Book Hooks! To get hooked on some other authors' works, click below:

~ They're Back!!! And This Time They're Asking Themselves, "Will I Be DAMNED IF I DO?" ~ #ROMCOM

Those lovable lunch ladies are back! And they’ve brought…their kids?

Alex and Max revitalized their marriages in Book One.

But when Dani returned to win Tucker back, she was devastated to discover he’d already left the hotel. Can Dani find her hot roadie? And if she does, will she be able to leave heartache in the past to be with him?
Sam pushed Kyle away. But when her Canadian hockey referee reappears, will he get an icy reception? How do you change an I don’t into an I do?

And now that their kids are in the picture, more hearts are on the line. Whatever their decisions are, you know you are in for a wild ride with the lunch ladies! Buckle your seatbelt…

Amazon: myBook.to/DamnedIfIDo

Paperback out soon!

~ Join Four Lunch Ladies As They Go TO HELL IN A COACH BAG! ~ #romcom

You've been waiting, and here it is ~ 

They may be on the road to Hell, but they'll sure enjoy the trip!

Four Midwest lunch ladies on a cross-country road trip...

Danielle (Dani)- is the widow who can’t shake a chance run-in with a spectacular looking roadie.

Samantha (Sam)- is the wild cannon divorcee who has broken more hearts than hockey players have broken noses.

Alexis (Alex)- is their coworker and along for the ride to escape from tension at home between her and her recently unemployed husband.

And what about Maxine (Max?)- Mid-life hormones have turned the Boss Lady into a raving sex addict. Though she is in love with her husband, her insatiable appetite is making her miserable.

Could their destination be Love?

Two women whose marriages are on the rocks. Will time apart from their spouses help them weather their matrimonial storms?

Two single women who equate love with pain. But when a twist of fate reunites Dani with her roadie, will she have the guts to open up to Tucker and perhaps start a new relationship? And when Sam discovers that Kyle, the Canadian referee she met at the same rock concert, is in town for a Colorado Avalanche game, she may find that her own broken heart has a chance at mending.

But even Shakespeare knew “the course of true love never did run smooth.”

What can save Alex’s marriage when her hubby’s driving her crazy? How can Max ever feel close to her man again when he never puts out? And just when Dani and Tucker are getting close, dreams of Darren’s death begin to haunt her. Can she move past them? And what about Sam? Although Kyle’s logged some serious ice time, her cold shoulder may put his heart in perma-freeze.

Is happiness around the next corner? Or are these four women simply headed TO HELL IN A COACH BAG?



~ Just In Time For The Holidays ~ A Sale You Can't Resist...And Why Would You Even Try? ~

For the next few days you can catch two of my books on sale for just 99¢ each! So go get 'em! :)




And did you know you can buy them now and schedule them to come up on your recipient's Kindle on Christmas Day? Fun!



JUST 99¢

Blurb ~

It was one of those mornings for newspaper-writer/photographer Hope Creswell.

The alarm clock didn’t go off and she cut her finger on broken glass. Not one to let such things get her down, Hope headed into her assignment meeting with excitement, only to leave it stunned. Her new assignment is to trail the sensational rock-star, Chase Hatton, for an article. Chase Hatton. No one knows the power that name holds for her. No one knows of the childhood friendship that blossomed into romance, only to abruptly die on the night of Hope’s senior prom. No one
knows of the ache still filling her heart.

What starts out for Chase Hatton as an average publicity trip to Chicago suddenly becomes complicated.

His manager tells him Hope Creswell will be interviewing him in the morning.

He spent eight years trying to forget Hope, and now she would be in his penthouse in a matter of hours?

When Chase opens the door to his penthouse and finds Hope on the opposite side, his heart begins beating a rhythm the rocker has yet to capture in any of his music.

The smoldering embers of their former romance are fanned by their mere proximity. Will they both be burned again? And what about Hope’s boyfriend, Phillip? Where does he fit into the picture that Hope is developing?



Chronicles of The Ivy

Post date: June 24th, 2016

I have decided to take on a commission on the north side of our house in an area known as The Ivy Bed. As you can see here, the area is quite broad, running from the base of our house to the property line, thus encompassing the entire side yard. On the surface, the rolling swells of The Ivy Bed appear serene, safe--seductive, even. But if you look closer, there is evil afoot. Evil I have vowed to destroy. The evil commonly known as...WEEDS!

Though the mission is foolhardy, and the odds are stacked against me, I have nonetheless taken it on. I believe in my heart of hearts that the ivy deserves to roam freely in its bed, unobstructed by weeds or wayward tree sprouts. I spent my initial day walking the line. Analyzing, strategizing, gathering my courage. Tomorrow I enter the zone.

Post date: June 25th, 2016

I journal my course in an effort to share whatever knowledge I may garner with future generations. And to honor those gardeners who have gone before me. They shall not be forgotten.

Today I was bolstered by news of my husband joining me in The Ivy Bed. Though he is on The Outskirts, and my work is in the heart of The Ivy Bed, we are within shouting distance. Okay, talking distance...but I can't touch him. Well, I could, with a long stick, but none are to be found. 

He has taken on the task of building a wall. A wall that will separate The Ivy Bed from The Neighbor's Lawn. It is a relatively safe commission, as the Weeds near the borders are sparse. But God help him should he cross over into The Neighbor's Lawn. Things would not fare well for him there.

The removal of Weeds has begun. They do not go willingly. I must avoid the many landmines in the form of Hawthorn Needles. Hawthorn Needles contain a venom that makes pain radiate throughout any area it punctures. The suffering lasts for days after injection. 

Thus far I remain unscathed, though I have come perilously close.

Post date: June 27th, 2016

We have rain today. We try to sit inside and not think about the fact that the rain will make the weeds stronger, more plentiful. I have written some poetry to pass the time. I will share it. The title is, Death Is Too Good For Weeds:

Don't close your eyes, for I will stalk you.
I will tear your roots from the soil without remorse.
And should you return, the same will happen.
Over and over and over again. I will stay the course.

I will stay the course when others fall
He will stay the course, he will build the wall
Strawberry Vine, Creeping Charlie, Clover
You have breathed your last. Your time is over.

Post date: June 27th, 2016

I have decided to catalog here the list of our enemies.

Dandelionus Maximus
This is neither dandy, nor is it a lion. The Dandelionus Maximus requires the use of a tool to pry it from the earth. The tool is The Forked Feller, and all weeds will fall before it. I dislike the dandelion because I am forced to use a tool to eradicate it. (I'm more of a hands on gal.) I detest the way its leaflike foliage peeks out from beneath the ivy.

That is all for now.

Farewell, Our Lovely Island!

Thursday, the last day of our tour, we started off by visiting the grave site of William Butler Yeats.

Next was a cruise down the River Shannon. We boarded our ship and yummy sandwiches were already waiting for us on the table. An entertainer told jokes and played Irish music for us as we traveled leisurely along the banks, catching sight of wild life and some wonderful landscape. 


These swans reminded me of the Irish legend of the Children of Lir. Lir was a king and he had four children who were beautiful and talented and their stepmother was jealous and turned them into swans which broke their father's heart.

Our coach.

I thought our entertainer had a lovely voice!

After our cruise we headed to Dublin. The coach dropped us off near Trinity College for a couple of hours and we went to see the Book of Kells and the library, built in the 18th century. This is still a working college so there were students everywhere and you did feel like you were walking across a college campus instead of in the heart of Dublin. The Book of Kells is a ninth century highly illustrated book of the gospels discovered in a, you guessed it, peat bog. (How it wasn't lost to the world is truly a miracle. The picture below is from the library's Long Room. George Lucas wanted to copy its design to use as the Jedi library, but they refused to let him take pictures so he simply recreated it from memory. Over 200,000 old books are housed here.

I forgot to add these photos, and I'm not sure what day it was on, but we crossed over the Shannon from County Kerry to County Clare. We drove our bus onto a ferry at Tarbert and took a twenty minute journey to the other side. It was very blustery, so no one got out to view the crossing on the upper deck. Looking out my window I could see a little snack shop built into the ferry, and little more. I took the photos as the ferry was coming in to dock.

Here's one I forgot to add from The Brooks Hotel in Dublin

Then we walked to see the National Art Gallery, but they had very little to see as they were undergoing renovations. So, what else had we to do than spend the rest of our time in a pub. We entered one and found Cheryl and Woody there, and soon our guide Steven joined us. We enjoyed our time until it was time to head back to our last castle for the night, The Fitzpatrick Castle Hotel.

These were roomier than twins, so we just used one.

I love that their pub was called the Dungeon!

The whole crew with Max, the dog.

We had a Farewell Dinner (I had Sticky Caramel Pudding, which was awesome!) with wine and a toast to our tour guide. In the morning our bus took us to the airport. Customs was easy, I slept most of the flight home. We retrieved our car from hotel parking and had a fairly eventless ride home. A spectacular sunset welcomed us. It was a wonderful trip, but always good to arrive our your own doorstep! 

Thank any of you that have stayed with me through the whole journey! It was nice sharing our memories with you! I hope you'll come back again soon. Happy Halloween!