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Daylily Lane by V L Locey

From Christina: It’s with great pleasure — and a huge smile on my face — that I present today’s post from author V L Locey. “Leave it to Locey” has become a catch-phrase in my vocabulary, meaning “What will she come up with next?”

What she’s come up with is a poem — never before published. It’s not any poem, it’s a “Gnome Poem”. Yep, leave it to Locey.  I loved it. I think you will, too. 

Now, as we begin the most romantic time of the year and usher in the Valentine’s Day season, please join with me to welcome Vicki and her gnomes. 


“Today is the day! Today is the day!” sang the gnome cobbler Gared DeGaine.
“Today is the day I propose to Fairain `neath the oak on Daylily Lane!”

He pauses once more by the round looking glass to check his best suit for a stain.
Upon finding none, he nods very pleased and sets his best cap to his brain.

With a slight touch of nerves, the anxious gnome beau pats his vest pocket once again.
Assured the wee ring does accompany him, he grabs up his hand whittled cane.

Once out his round door, the cobbler stops to tug out his watch by its chain.
Ten minutes he has lest he be running late and that his Fairain would disdain!

His squat little legs move him rapidly then through a gate that squeaks out in some pain.
He best hurry now and try to avoid the puddles made by last night’s rain.

His sight latches onto the hand-carved road-sign crafted by Artemis Dane.
The artisans touch makes his gnomey heart rush- This way to Daylily Lane

His throat tight and dry, the cobbler stops not to speak to the farmer Tremaine.
Nor does he do more than tug at his beard in reply to the bluebird`s refrain.

Bluebells wave at him, as do the tall glads, but his mind cannot even contain
a lone single thought for there `neath the oak sits his beautiful Lady Fairain.

He tidies himself and pats down his beard then tugs his green cap from his brain.
She glances up meekly from her seat on the mushroom and quietly calls out his name.

Oh the vision she makes dressed in red and white stripes, so much like a sweet candy cane.
The poor cobbler trips o`er his black-buckle shoes and squawks out a sound like a crane.

She giggles a bit at the sound that he makes her laugh light as the bubbliest champagne,
then the love-struck gnome beau kneels before the gnome lass hoping his words will explain.

“My dearest Fairain, for two years have we courted and played at the matchmakers game.
Marry me, love, and our hearts will soar high much like the great gnome mountain chain!”

“You honor me, dear, with your plea of great love that defies all the tries to explain.
A cobblers wife I will most proudly be and work hard for our lives to sustain.”

His ring on her finger they cling to each other, their joy they just cannot contain.
A kiss they do share as they plan out their days `neath the oak on Daylily Lane.


About the author:  V.L. Locey loves worn jeans, belly laughs, anything romantic, Greek mythology, comic books, Rangers hockey, and coffee (Not necessarily in that order). She shares her life with her husband, her daughter, one dog, two cats, a steer named after a famous NHL goalie, and a flock of assorted domestic fowl.

V.L. is a self-published and conventionally published author. She is a proud Torquere Press and Secret Cravings Publishing author. When not writing erotic  romance tales, she can be found enjoying her day with her menagerie in the rolling hills of Pennsylvania with a cup of fresh java in hand. She can also be found online on Facebook, Twitter, and GoodReads.

Her most recent book, Pink Pucks and Power Plays is now available from Secret Cravings Publisher, at Amazon, and at other on-line booksellers.

The Thanksgiving that Almost Wasn’t by Karen McCullough

Holidays should be fun, but sometimes… well, here’s Karen’s story. 

The Thanksgiving that Almost Wasn’t

by Karen McCullough

 Three years ago, my youngest daughter was married on November 20th, which was the Saturday before Thanksgiving that year. Weddings are always memorable and this one was no exception. Sarah was a beautiful bride and her new husband a very proud groom. The weather was perfect. It was one of those rare, mild days that sometimes happens in late fall in North Carolina. The whole thing went off without a hitch. The day was perfect.



Well, almost. We didn’t find out just how not-perfect it was until the next day when the bride, and about two-thirds of the other people who’d been at the wedding woke up horribly sick. I was fortunate that I wasn’t, but my husband, older daughter, the bridesmaids, groomsmen, and a lot of others were all miserably nauseated. Fortunately, it only lasted about 24 hours, but it seemed a lot longer to them.

We initially suspected food poisoning, but later events suggested it was actually a fast-moving and nasty virus. (We’ll get to that.)

The bride was so sick that by nightfall she was at the hospital and spent most of the night there getting intravenous fluids. The doctor who cared for her was the first to suggest a virus was the likely culprit. Sadly the honeymoon had to be cancelled. There were a few bright spots, however.

Because their flight wasn’t until Monday, the newlyweds had booked a room at a local Bed and Breakfast for the night. Fortunately for them, the B&B wasn’t crowded so the proprietors let them stay when it was clear the new bride was in no shape for a long airplane flight. They were extremely nice and accommodating, even bringing them tea, toast, and sodas.

Meanwhile, the sick people recovered and we thought we were beyond it, when a second wave hit. The groom, myself, my son, and most of the others who hadn’t gotten sick initially were all ill by Wednesday. Oddly, none of us were as drastically sick as the first wave of people had been, but it was still no fun at all. It was that second wave that convinced everyone it had been a virus.

And though I was over the worst of it by Thursday morning, the last thing I felt up to doing was cooking a big Thanksgiving feast. I had to tell everyone I couldn’t do dinner.  But both daughters were fully recovered by then and since the new bride hadn’t managed to get away for the honeymoon, the girls got together and cooked up a nice dinner for all us. Some of us, myself included, weren’t really eating normally yet, but I managed a bite or two of everything.

And because we weren’t sure Thanksgiving would even happen that year, we were particularly grateful when it did. And despite all the illness, we felt very blessed by the lovely wedding and the unexpected presence of the bride and new son-in-law at the Thanksgiving feast.

Karen McCullough is a web designer by profession, and the author of a dozen published novels and novellas in the mystery, romantic suspense, and fantasy genres as well. She has won numerous awards, including an Eppie Award for fantasy, and has also been a four-time Eppie finalist, and a finalist in the Prism, Dream Realm, Rising Star, Lories, Scarlett Letter, and Vixen Awards contests. Her short fiction has appeared in several anthologies and numerous small press publications in the fantasy, science fiction, and romance genres. She has three children, four grandchildren and lives in Greensboro, NC, with her husband of many years. She’s released two short Halloween/Fall related stories this past month, and her Christmas Vampire story — “A Vampire’s Christmas Carol”  — is now available.

You can find Karen at her website and blog: Karen McCullough or you can connect with her through Facebook or Twitter.


Thoughts about Fall by Krista Ames

From Christina: So pleased to share another bit of romance from another lover of autumn. Please welcome Krista Ames to Time for Love.

Thoughts about Fall

Who doesn’t love fall ?

It’s literally my favorite season and I don’t think I always knew that.  I grew up in Indiana where we definitely had four seasons and once I became an adult, I always hated to see snow come and the need to drive in it, especially after I had kids.  Once my third child was born, we made the life altering decision to move to Florida and warm weather all the time was quite a change from what I’d been used to.  I think after a year there I finally figured out what I was missing.  There are no season changes.  There was only hot and hotter.  The fall came and went with no changing of the colors and even at Christmas there was no snow.  How weird do you think it was to be wearing shorts and a T-shirt at Christmas?  The longer we stayed there, the more I missed fall and the cooler, sweatshirt and jeans weather.

Finally after three-ish years and some tough personal issues, during the fall season I made the decision to move my children and myself back to Indiana.  It was a beautiful drive and good to be getting things back to normal.  Then I met my second husband and was so thrilled that he loved fall as much as me.  So much so that we even got married in the middle of September, outside at a state park and planned a fall themed wedding.  Every year now we make a point of taking a color tour of the north between mid-September and mid-October.

Now, we live in Northern Lower Michigan and the leaves have changed colors and mostly fallen from the trees.  I took advantage when I could and snapped tons of pictures of my kids with the fall theme.


The weather was a cool 40 degrees over the weekend as we took the kids to a fall festival.  I’m not looking forward to fall ending because the temperature will continue to drop and that white stuff will be here before I want it to.  Once it arrives, I’ll be asking myself as I do every year now, why is it that I moved from Florida?

Yep that’s right, because fall is my favorite season and it’s worth it just to have a few months of that cool and beautiful weather.  If there was a place in the states where the weather was 60ish degree sweatshirt weather year round, trust me, I’d be there !!

So how do you feel about fall?

Author Bio: Krista is a full time, stay-at-home mom. She pursues her writing career when she’s not chasing kids, cooking, or doing laundry.  Watch for her upcoming release from The Wild Rose Press, titled “Second Nature”. It’s Book One in the “Second Series”. Krista can be found online at Passion for Romance. She loves to hear from readers. You can also contact her by email, krista@kristaames.com.