Tuesday, June 6, 2017


Where it All Began
by Lorana Hoopes

Sandra Baker thought her life was going in the right direction until she ended up pregnant. Not ready for a baby, her boyfriend pushes her to have an abortion. After the procedure, Sandra spirals into depression losing her relationship and turning to alcohol. Then she meets Henry, a strong Christian man, who shows her God's love. Will she accept God's forgiveness and more importantly, will she forgive herself?


The delicate paper menu held only a few choices, and my eyes widened at the prices. I should have thought to ask where we were going before I agreed. I didn’t have the money to spend so much on dinner, especially since Peter had moved out and money was much tighter. My heart thudded in my chest as I quickly scanned for the cheapest item on the menu; even the side salad was nearly fifteen dollars. How do people afford this? Well, the salad comes with bread and a bowl of soup, so at least it should be enough to fill me up.

The waiter, clad in a white dress shirt and perfectly pressed black pants, appeared just as I laid the menu down. “Have we had enough time?” he asked politely, glancing at each of us before focusing his attention on Philip, who took the lead in ordering.

“Yes, we’ll have two glasses of your finest red wine and two plates of the steak and lobster, grilled medium well.” He handed his and Raquel’s menus to the waiter.

“Very well,” the waiter nodded and turned his attention to me.

I swallowed. “Um, I’ll have the side salad and the tomato soup.”

The waiter cocked his head. “Will that be all miss?”

My face flushed, and just as I was about to answer, Henry jumped in. “Yes, and the same for me please.” He handed our menus to the waiter.

The waiter nodded. “Yes, sir, and anything further to drink?”

Henry glanced at me; I shook my head. “No, water will be adequate for now, thank you.”

As the waiter turned away, I regarded Henry. Who was this man, and why was he being so nice to me? He caught me staring and shot me a small wink as he picked up a piece of bread.


Lorana Hoopes is currently an English teacher in the Pacific Northwest where she lives with her husband and three children. When not writing, she can be seen kickboxing in her local gym, singing at her church, or performing on stage. The Heartbeats series is her first full length novel series. She has also just released the first book in her early reader chapter book, The Wishing Stone.

You can follow her blog at https://twoheartbeats.org

Get a free novella or audio reading of The Wishing Stone by filling out the contact form at http://authorloranahoopes.site123.me/  

The Book is on sale for $0.99 during the tour:

Where It All Began is available at Amazon: http://bit.ly/HeartbeatsWIAB  

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Tuesday, May 30, 2017

Uncle Biffs Beef Nuggets

My brothers are three of my favorite people. I was almost 17 months old when the eldest of the three, Kenny, was born. Nicholas arrived 8 days before my third birthday. And Christopher about 4 months after I turned five.

I don't remember a time when there wasn't a Kenny Flade.

But I remember when Nick and Chris came home from the hospital. My mother put them right in my arms, each of them she says including Kenny, and told me they were mine to take care of and to love.

I took that responsibility seriously our entire lives. As several bullies could attest if they were willing to admit they got beat up by a girl. My brothers weren’t just my first friends – they’re my best friends. They know all my stories, are featured in all my memories, and share all my friends.

I am often saddened by the fact that over the course of adulthood we've made our lives and built our individual families in different states scattered between Florida and Philly. For years my parents hosted a weekend-long barbecue at their home in Maryland dubbed, by whom I don't remember, Flade-a-pa-looza.

But my parents retired to Orlando Florida, like older folks tend to do [God I hope my mom doesn't read my blog], a little more than two years ago. Flade-a-pa-looza has gone the way of the dinosaurs.

Thank God for Facebook

Facebook can be a big pain in the ass. People say the nastiest things under the illusion of anonymity social media provides. I've discussed this before and that's not what this post is about so I am officially off my soapbox.

I thank God for Facebook because I think my family uses it the way it was intended - to keep in touch with the people we love and meet new ones we could love.

Naive? Maybe. But hell, I write romance novels, remember?

Reading these old posts makes my heart happy. Because my brothers are three of my favorite people in the whole world.

Tuesday, May 23, 2017

Dat boy next store

The hubz and I finally went on our honeymoon in beautiful Negril, Jamaica. We made friends with locals and with visitors from all over the United States and Canada.  Our new friends were quick to acknowledge our distinctive accents.

Upon our return I began final copy edits and formatting for my most recent release Fated Desires. And the paperback cover went to print, approved by me, with an egregious error.

“…the young widower next store” instead of the accurate “…the young widower next door.” It’s vernacular, a local-ism, and embarrassing - it’s on the damn cover!

Between being called out in Jamaica for my accent and that damn phonetic typo, a friend suggested I write a blog post in Philadelphian. I thought that was a fun idea.

Thanks, Deb
This is Deb of the great idea
It’s harder than I thought it would be. I don’t exactly recognize that I’m not pronouncing a particular word correctly.  For example, did you know that

mayonnaise isn’t pronounced MAN-ASE; crayons aren't CROWNS; and spigot does not sound remotely like SPICKET - except in Philly they do.
Waz fuckin newzta me. I spell it right, I say it wrong, and I have no idea. Caus no one in Philly knows it ether. I hadda look dis shit up. No lie. And in large part thanks to

now I gotta list. Check it out:

Ain’t dat sumtim?

Monday, May 15, 2017

FATED DESIRES release day

When I first started writing Fated Souls I never imagined it would turn into the series of books about fresh beginnings, new love, the fickle hands of fate, family and friendship that it has. Each book sees me growing, not just as a writer but as a woman.

In Souls I explored my creativity, in Hearts my courage and in Fated Desires I tackled the lingering insecurities I hadn’t admitted a failed marriage had left in its wake. My emotions gave the book a chick-lit leaning my publisher wasn’t interested in pursuing, and while I edited it as much as I could without losing what had made it such a triumph to write [and it was very much a triumph to type The End as this story did not come easily or without some pain], Desires still has a decidedly empowering feel to it.

I hope that you enjoy it.

Jenna Gavin is searching for a fresh start and, more importantly, for balance. Her heart, and perhaps the hands of fate, have led her and her son to Trappers' Cove, Minnesota. Settling in the small, quirky town, she's not in the market for a casual relationship but finds herself in one with the young widower next door.

Former shortstop, Gabriel Foxx, is drawn to his difficult new neighbor. The more the prickly divorcee tries to keep him at arm's length, the more determined he is to break down her walls. He can't avoid the passion Jenna inspires and his friendship with Finn has him yearning for family, but Gabe won't allow himself to feel more.

When friendship grows complicated by stronger emotions and mutual desire just isn't enough, will love be worth the risk?

Available at the following retailers:  Amazon | Barnes & Noble | iBooks | Kobo | Google Play

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Enjoy the following excerpt from Fated Desires:

She had drifted closer to him. Or him to her. Jenna couldn’t be sure. But it would take only a shift of balance to touch her body to his. Life was about balance. And the shifting of worlds. In the space of a day her world had changed for better and for worse. She’d spent the previous nine years trying to find her balance again.

Jenna felt the familiar kick of desire. She’d never understood the girls who spoke of butterflies and stirrings. For her it was more akin to a donkey kick—pleasurable, sure, like the first jolt of caffeine in the morning and as sure and swift and strong. Her pulse sped up and she knew the vein in her neck would visibly pulse; it did when she was angry and when she was aroused. Gabe was sure to notice it. As she noticed his heart pounding against her palm in a rhythm she found seductive.

She raised her gaze from the back of her hand. His mouth was aligned with her own. She hadn’t realized how close in height they were. All she had to do was…shift.

“This is the longest conversation we’ve had.” Her voice was husky; she heard it, knew he would. He shifted, imperceptibly but she sensed it.

“Maybe this,” his voice was husky too, “is why.”

She thought she knew what he meant. The tension between them was awareness.

“The day we met I wanted to get close enough to see what color your eyes were. They’re gray. Like storm clouds. Perfect.”

Jenna could feel his breath on the flesh of her lips and her nipples tightened.


Finn’s shout was punctuated by his feet drumming down the stairs. Gabe brushed his lips over the curve of her cheek, his eyes conveying amused regret, and slipped out the back door, barely making a sound. Jenna grabbed the counter and breathed. She needed to settle herself before her son found his way to the kitchen.

What the hell?

Monday, May 8, 2017

Fated Desires Release Day Giveaway

I had only intended Fated Souls to be a short, funny story about a werewolf 'marking' his woman. But it grew and it grew into characters I came to love. Characters I wasn't ready to say goodbye to despite their having found their own happily ever after. 

Unable to shake Maggie and Aidan, or the cast of quirky townsfolk that made The Cove such a delightful place to visit, I discovered I had more stories to tell. Henley and Carter's emotional journey to love blossomed. I've never written anything as quickly as I did Fated Hearts. 

However, my journey wasn't over. 

Fated Desires clawed to be told but of the three it was hardest to tell. There were many re-writes, many revisions, before the book releasing Monday May 15, 2017, was ready for readers. But it is ready and in celebration I'm offering one reader a chance to win all three Trappers' Cove romances on Fated Desires' release day. 

Good luck and enjoy.

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Thursday, April 27, 2017



“He’s back.”

Words Macy Donovan hoped to never hear.

Trace Cartwright was the maverick rodeo cowboy who broke her heart, leaving her on the steps of the church on the eve of their wedding. Now he's returned to build his home and to lay claim to her heart ... again. Macy barely survived the broken heart the first time. Does he think he can walk back into her life and take up where he left off?



All that from just a glance? It was only a swift glimpse, but Macy didn’t need more. The broad shoulders and lean hips hadn’t changed…and neither had the cocky set of the black Stetson. The man was more than a head taller than anyone around him; his straight-backed stature was a distinctive Cartwright trait, as were the green eyes inherited from his Irish mother. Macy couldn’t see his eyes from that distance, but she didn’t need to. They were forever etched in her memory. Wiping first one sweaty palm and then the other on the legs of her jeans, she increased her grip on the steering wheel while her insides continued their gymnastics.

Available for purchase at:
Amazon:  https://www.amazon.com/Claiming-Mavericks-Heart-reliving-redemption-ebook/dp/B01LVVAV29



Born and raised in the Lone Star state of Texas, Debra grew up among horses, cowboys, wide open spaces, and real Texas Rangers.  Pride in her state and ancestry knows no bounds and it is these heroes and heroines she loves to write about the most.  She also draws upon a variety of life experiences including working with abused children, caring for baby animals at a major zoo, and planning high-end weddings (ah, romance!).
When she isn’t busy writing about tall Texans and feisty heroines, she can be found cheering on her Texas Tech Red Raiders, or heading off on another cruise adventure.  She read her first romance...Janet Dailey's Fiesta San Antonio, over thirty years ago and became hooked on the genre. Writing contemporary romances, is both her passion and dream come true, and she hopes her books will bring smiles...and sighs...to all who believe in happily-ever-after’s. 
Debra invites you to visit her website at www.debraholtbooks.com  She loves to hear from other aspiring authors or readers via email at debraholtbooks@gmail.com.  Twitter is https://twitter.com/DebraHoltBooks  and Facebook at https://www.facebook.com/DebraHoltBooks   

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Monday, April 24, 2017

It's been awhile

It occurred to me that I've been running a lot of book blasts, cover reveals, interviews and giveaways but I haven't done an original post in a long time. Now the question became what do I want to talk about?

Almost all I think about these days is my little brother. He was struck and killed by a drunk driver. Christopher was only 35 years old and the father of two small boys. Chris was a goofy guy with the kindest heart. He didn't know how to be mean. And had really bad taste in music. He worked hard, loved harder and was truly the most loyal person I ever met.

You're prepared, to some extent, to lose elderly family members. Yes, it's sad. Yes, you grieve. But when your grandparents are ill and in pain, there's a certain degree of relief in their passing. Because the people you lost lived long, full lives and deserved to pass in peace, without pain. Losing the youngest of us, so suddenly, so avoidably, it's wrenching. It's not something for which anyone can prepare.

You just have to learn how to live with it.

I haven't figured out how. Not yet. I don't know that I will. My family has always been very close knit. We're affectionate people that don't just love one another but enjoy each other as well. We're a unit. And we're missing a part of the whole that we'll never get back.

I'm sorry for the sad post. Apologize for dragging you down with me, if I did. I'm not looking for condolences - I don't think I can tolerate thanking another person - I just needed to write.

Christopher T. Flade
August 1981 - March 2017
If you'd like to do something to honor my brother, please donate to Mother's Against Drunk Driving. And never get behind the wheel under the influence.