What’s 420 all about?

Where did the term 420 come from (and what does it mean)?
Anyone who has ever been a teenager and attended public schools probably already knows that 420 refers to marijuana. It’s legal now, either medical or recreational or both, in over half the states in the nation, so I suppose it no longer needs a code name or to be spoken of in hushed whispers. In Oregon, there are green cross dispensaries all over the place, advertising daily specials on placards out front. Or you can grow it at home in limited quantities. I never saw that one coming in the 70s.
Today, April 20, is also a 420 and the unofficial holiday, the date to ‘light up’ for partakers all over the world – legally, or course.
It all started with a date. Not a guy and gal going to the movies sort of date, but a ‘meet me after school’ date. Five guys in high school in 1971 had discovered a map to a supposed abandoned crop of cannabis near where they lived in California. The group, called the Waldos, set up a time to meet after football practice to obtain and take care of the precious weed. ‘420’ actually meant 4:20, the time to meet at their designated hookup spot in the center of campus.
Pretty soon, whenever the term ‘420’ was used, it meant either ‘are you stoned,’ ‘do you want to get stoned,’ or ‘do you have any weed,’ depending on how it was said.
There’s more to the story which involves The Grateful Dead, David Crosby, backstage passes, and housesitting, but bottom line is, the term 420 started as a meet up time for five high school guys.
Oh, and by the way, the abandoned marijuana crop turned out to be a ruse, a ‘fooled ya!’ joke by one of the Waldo five’s brother. Now, the California residents don’t have to go on an adventure for their party products. Of course, since they’re in their 60s, they’re just as likely to be seeking it out for pain relief as stress relief.

No matter where you live, a great way to distract yourself and ‘get high’ is by sharing the life and adventure of someone else by reading a great book. Or Eight. Check out Unforgettable Suspense, a box set of eight thrillers with a romantic edge, some edgier than others. Only 99 cents, or free to read with your Kindle Unlimited account.

Dani Haviland

Dani Haviland, formerly of Connecticut, Arizona, and Alaska, recently semi-retired from selling tractor parts, tools, and roses. She moved to a more temperate climate in western Oregon to pursue her passions: writing, gardening, and photography.
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A New Puppy and Some Inspiration #mgtab @natalieann121

Since I started working from home last July, I’ve found it is kind of lonely in the house. Playing music didn’t help much. Even talking to people on FB/emails/texts didn’t help with the need to have another breathing figure in the house with me.

We’ve always owned dogs, but when our last Boxer had a stroke almost 3 years ago, we decided we weren’t ready for the heartache again. Then we decided to move and well, time flies when you’re missing a pet.

Over the last few months, the hubby and I had some serious puppy conversations and came to the conclusion that our lifestyle dictated that we should go with a smaller breed this time around.

It took awhile to find what we were looking for, but last weekend hubby and the kiddo picked up our new puppy (well she’s 6 months old) from a breeder in Philadelphia. She’s a French Bulldog. Or affectionately known as a Frenchie. She’s a diva and pretty much ruling our house right now.

We are going to register her as Eleanor Brick House. Crazy I know, so let me explain. Even on those tiny little legs she is pretty darn fast when she wants to be. Eleanor was the fastest car in the movie Gone in 60 Seconds that Nicholas Cage stole in the end.  Brick house comes from the song… She’s a Brick…House. You can hear it playing in your head now, can’t you?

Don’t worry, we won’t actually call her that. We are going to call her Ella for short, and she comes running when she hears it. Mainly because she wants belly rubs or food.

This new edition to my family has also given me some inspiration for a book that I’m writing, due to come out later in the year. The hero will be a veterinarian because I love it when I’m in new situations that develop into storylines. Stay posted for more information on that in the future, but until then, here are a few more pictures of my baby girl.


Unforgettable Memories

Appaloosa Blues

Unforgettable Memories

#1 Riding From Sunup to Well Past Sundown

We have a series of books out, called Unforgettable Suspense, Unforgettable Romance, and other Unforgettable happenings. All with romance in them. I decided to make my blogs about some of the unforgettable things that happened in my life, such as riding horseback from sunup to sundown.

A lot of things that happened to me go into my books. Most writers do that. I think the more things that happen to you, the better your stories are filled out.

I grew up on a wheat and cattle ranch, in the days before cell phones, TV, and computers. My parents paid to bring a telephone line out into our area. That phone hung on the wall, and you called the operator by cranking the handle, gave her the number, and she switched you through. Lightning hit the pole outside one day, shooting fire out of the earpiece, and knocking it off the hook. My mother had just hung up from talking to someone. We stopped using the phone during lightning storms.

I always had a horse, riding with my dad until I was three, when I could start riding by myself. They bought an old mare for my brother and me, but I rode more often than he wanted to. When we were all small, and my cousins came to visit, we would put seven kids on her, from neck to tail. No one had to wait for a ride.

We always rode bareback. The theory was that if a horse fell with you, and you landed under the saddle, you could get killed by the saddle horn. Since I rode in the wheat fields while I was little, and didn’t want to walk the distance home if I fell off, I learned to pull my horse’s nose to the ground, climb on behind her ears, and let her lift me up.

Bareback riding was the only way to ride during the winter, as the horse kept you warm. I would throw a blanket across my legs and take off, getting in an hour or so before it got too dark to see.

During the summer, I had to work most of the day, so I rode every evening. I would take off after supper and ride the dirt farm roads until well after the moon came up. It was always a beautiful time, with the warm breeze coming off the mountains, carrying the sweet scent of the hayfields.

The moon shone so bright, no other light was needed. Once it looked like the wheat was on fire, and I rode quickly to the top of a ridge, ready to report a fire, and saw that it was just the rising moon, glowing red in the dusty air.

On my days off, I would start early in the morning, pack a lunch, and head into the mountains, not returning until dark. Usually I would saddle up for those trips. My horse liked my peanut butter sandwiches, and would reach over my shoulder for a bite if I wasn’t paying any attention.

When I was thirteen, my grandfather was afraid the old mare would fall on the mountain trails with me, so found a three-year-old, sure-footed, mountain-raised mare. They brought her down from the mountains, “green-broke” her in a couple of days, and handed her over.

She was part Morgan and part Quarter Horse, and had the Morgan walk, which was faster than other horses, which meant they had to trot to keep up. Her trot was also fast, so other horses cantered to keep up. I would put her at that smooth, mile-eating trot, and ride the mountain roads all day.

One spring day I went out into the corral, and she had a colt beside her. She had been carrying that colt without it even showing. From then on things got interesting. When I rode, she wanted to be with her colt, and would clamp the bit between her teeth and run away, back to the corral. I didn’t ride her much during the first few months, but the two times I got injured riding, was during that time.

Once I was riding bareback in the fields, and she ran away. For some reason I lost my balance, so pushed off rather than fall under her hooves. I sprained my ankle and had to walk home, about a half mile. That ankle always gave me problems after that.

Another time she ran away on the road, passing a truckload of potatoes, taking me under some branches that scratched my eye. She stopped running when she got up on our front porch. My mother wondered why I had ridden up there. I tried different bits, finally rode with a hackamore, which gave more control.

The girls in my area had a drill team I joined, where around forty of us rode in the fair, at a fast gallop, doing our drill. They said, “Just steer your horse straight towards the other horse, and they’ll swerve to avoid each other.” I said that my horse wouldn’t do that, since she was used to pushing cattle around. She knocked the other horse almost off its feet when she hit it. Scared the rider, but I had pulled her aside at the last moment, or it would have been worse.

After I was married, I rode a stallion in the SeaFair Parade in Seattle. He was a handful, pulling constantly on the reins, so that my arms ached before we even got started. They had trailed him to the parade in a tandem trailer, putting him behind a mare in heat. He kept wanting to mount her, so the other rider and I kept the width of the street between us, as well as we could.

A lot of Western writers have these memories, but fewer now, I’m thinking. I am amazed at the things parents in those days let their kids do. No helmets, no riding gear except saddle and bridle, and no particular hours to keep.

The book that has the most of these experiences written into them is Appaloosa Blues, a story about two ranch families and a feud that is keeping their children apart. Sort of a Romeo and Juliet theme, but of course they don’t try to commit suicide.

Appaloosa Blues can be found at Amazon.
Appaloosa Blues at Amazon

Nancy Radke

Nancy Radke grew up on a wheat and cattle ranch in SE Washinton State. She attended a one-room country school through the eighth grade. She learned to ride bareback at age 3 (Really! It was a common practice.) and when she got off or fell off, she would pull her horse’s nose to the ground, get on behind its ears, and the horse would lift its head so she could scoot down onto its back. She spent most of her childhood exploring the Blue Mountain trails that bordered the ranchlands. She and a friend once took a trail that turned out to be a two day trip. They always rode with matches and pocket knives, so made camp and returned the next day. These long rides worried her parents, but provided plenty of time to make up stories. Her first novel was set in the Blues, and is entitled APPALOOSA BLUES. TURNAGAIN LOVE was the first one published. It rated a four star review from Affaire de Coeur. Scribes World said “Turnagain Love has some fascinating twists and turns, unexpected complications, and charming scenes.” It is light and humorous.
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Happy National Tartan Day!

Happy Friday!

While searching for something interesting to share today I stumbled upon the fact that it is National Tartan Day. What does that have to do with writing? Well,inspiration, for one thing 🙂

Part of indie writing is finding the perfect cover…we have done a lot of research and women readers seem to love the male chest. This requires hours sometimes of studying muscular chests–the things a writer must do in order to know her market! I even found this guy wandering the beach…I see a new By the Sea book coming 😉

Just so this post isn’t all eye candy, here is a snippet from the Internet on National Tartan Day:


On March 20, 1998, the United States Senate passed Resolution 155 that designated April 6th of each year as National Tartan Day to recognize Scottish Americans and their achievements and contributions to the United States. On March 9, 2005, the House passed Resolution 41 and by Presidential Proclamation, it was signed by President George W. Bush on April 4, 2008.

On this day in 1320, Scot’s signed the Declaration of Arbroath, formally declaring their independence from England.  For more information visit www.americanscottishfoundation.com.

It is also National Caramel Corn day–but that isn’t so fun look at lol. Have a wonderful weekend everybody!

Oh, and I am celebrating Billionaire’s Brother By the Sea Book #15 in the By the Sea series. Mark Livingston is a bad ass who meets his match in Madeleine Kohl–all undercover, lol. Note the chest???


I’m off to work…beach kilts. Oh yeah!


Traci Hall

With an impressive bibliography in an array of genres, USA Today bestselling author Traci Hall has garnered a notable fan base. She pens stories guaranteed to touch the heart while transporting the reader to another time and place. Her belief in happily ever after shines through, whether it’s a romantic glimpse into history or a love affair for today.

Tales from the Road

As I was getting ready for a recent trip to see the sights in South America, I tried to make sure I didn’t forget anything crucial.

Going to a foreign country isn’t like going to Florida or even Hawaii–where you know that if you forget your travel-sized hair spray, you can always pop into the closest CVS and buy some. This is like going to Mars, where you don’t even know if the locals have heard of hair spray—or how to make it clear what we want.

I’m not exaggerating—based on a trip we took to Peru several years ago. Norman and I emerged from several days of touring in the desert with very dry lips. When we got off a plane on the way to Lake Titicaca, we told our driver we needed to stop for chapped-lips salve. She kept telling us she’d get us some “lipstick,” and we kept insisting we needed medication, not a cosmetic. Would you believe, in Peru, the word for “ChapStick” is “lipstick”?

Even in England, getting what you want is not a sure thing. On one trip to London, I ordered “chicken salad” at a restaurant. What I got was a naked chicken breast lying on a bed of lettuce. And don’t get me started about the one-lane roads in the Scottish Highlands, where you may have to back up along the side of a cliff if you encounter a car coming toward you.

I don’t have a bottle of nail polish remover small enough to put in my carry-on. (Once I tried putting nail polish remover in another bottle, and the plastic melted. Kid you not!) So I had to pack it in my checked luggage. But what if the checked luggage doesn’t arrive when we do? That happened to us on a trip to Greece, where we were leaving Athens for a bus tour of the ancient sites. We spent three days waiting for our suitcases to catch up with us in Marathon. Norman had to buy undershirts and briefs at a high-priced Greek clothing shop. (Now I’ve convinced him to carry some clean clothing in his carry-on.)

Our friends who are just back from South America told us “Nobody in Argentina speaks English.”This led me to brush up my Spanish before we left, although that wasn’t much good in Brazil—where the language is Portuguese. But you can’t scare yourself to death going up in the ski lift to Sugarloaf Mountain unless you go to Rio.

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Rebecca York’s latest Decorah Security novella is Hollow Moon:

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Rebecca York

NY Times & USA Today best-seller, Rebecca York, is the author of over 150 books. She has written paranormal romantic thrillers for Berkley and romantic thrillers for Harlequin Intrigue. Her new romantic-suspense series, Decorah Security, is set at a detective agency where agents have paranormal powers or work paranormal cases. She also writes an Off-World series where each story is a science fiction romance taking place on a distant planet in the far future.
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How To Disable Apps on Facebook – #mgtab

A recent interview with Facebook Founder Mark Zuckerberg revealed that there was a huge breach of information back in 2015 in which the personal information of millions of Facebook users was handed over to third party app developers. Due to this mega-breach of personal information, I decided to check out which apps were connected to my Facebook account. OH, WOW! That’s all I can say. I found dozens of apps attached to my account… apps that I don’t even remember ever using. I deleted 90% of them. Here’s how you can do the same. How to disable apps on Facebook:

  1. Log into your Facebook account and click on the small triangle icon located in the blue bar across the top (pictured below).

  1. In the box that appears, choose “settings.”
  1. On the settings page, look at the list on the left hand side. Find and click “Apps.”
  1. Hover the cursor over each app to see: a) a small pencil icon with allows editing of settings and b) an “x” that, when clicked, will delete the app.

We have to do whatever we can to protect our personal information. Any time you use one of those fun apps—you know, the ones that entice you with “how old do you look?” or “what kind of friend are you?” or “can you pass this history quiz?” etc.—you are agreeing to give app developers access to your Facebook information. All of us need to periodically delete these apps. Please feel free to return to this blog post if you need a refresher course in how to delete apps on Facebook. Stay safe on the internet!

How do you protect your information when you’re on the internet? Let’s share our knowledge so we’ll all be safer. Thanks!

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Look for my newest release! DANGEROUS MEMORIES is a romantic suspense that has a Hallmark Mystery Movie feel to it. After a horrific accident, Keira Rhodes awakens in the hospital with amnesia and learns that two men claim to be the father of her unborn child. Keira is left to wonder…

What kind of woman am I?

Now available:

Kindle Edition


Donna Fasano

USA TODAY BESTSELLING AUTHOR DONNA FASANO is a three-time winner of the HOLT Medallion, a CataRomance Reviewers Choice Award winner for Best Single Title, a Desert Rose Golden Quill Award finalist, a Golden Heart finalist, and a two-time winner of Best Romance of the Year given by BigAl’s Books & Pals Review Blog. Her books have sold nearly 4 million copies worldwide and have been published in two dozen languages. Her books have made the Kindle Top 100 Paid List numerous times, climbing as high as #5.

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Our chilly winter forgot it was time to go away, so we are especially glad to see some flowers blooming and the temperatures inching upward!  Our Authors Billboard authors are also bursting with books to get you in a warmer mood!  We have some new Unforgettable Suspense bundles and right around the corner we’ll celebrate Sweet and Sassy Weddings.  Stay turned! 🙂

I hope your Spring is fabulous in every way!


Leanne Banks


Leanne Banks

Leanne Banks is a national #1 best-selling author with over fifty romance novels to her credit. Leanne was born and raised in the wonderful town of Roanoke, Virginia. Growing up in “the star city of the south” had a huge impact on her outlook and her writing. Her B.S. in Psychology only qualifies her to treat fictional characters and she began writing when her two children were very young. Leanne believes in the transforming power of love, so writing romance novels comes naturally to her. Her muse is a 4.5 lb Pomeranian who is happy to snooze beside Leanne while Leanne creates. Leanne loves travel and trips to the beach, but what’s most important to her is family. Leanne’s home on the web is www.leannebanks.com To get the most up-to-date scoop on Leanne, visit her on facebook http://www.facebook.com/?ref=home#!/leanne.banks

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Spring is here and love is in the air!

I love this time of year. Everywhere you look there are signs of romance. Hundreds of birds wake me in the morning with their songs and hummingbirds perform death-defying spirals during their mating rituals.




My pets are full of energy and race around the house, practically bouncing off the walls! When we go for our daily walk, the sun is warm, the shadows cool, and the neighbor’s smiles are always friendly 🙂

There’s new leaves on my roses, the bleeding heart is flowering, and my fruit salad tree is full of buds! There’s something new and wonderful to see every day.





The bad part is that I have no motivation to write. It’s hard to ignore the temptation to play hookie with trips to the beach, playing in the dirt, and watching all those new spring shows they’ve launched on TV.

What’s a girl to do?

I found it helps to create forced deadlines by getting my covers done and then setting the WIP up for preorder. This way, I have no choice. I have to focus or run the risk of disappointing my readers.

Good thing romance is in the air- I need the inspiration!




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Crazy Little Thing Called Love

Take two stubborn fools, mix a touch of fate, stir in some desire, and you have the recipe for a Crazy Little Thing Called Love.

Sophia Shaughnessy left her beloved home in order to prove once and for all she was more than a pretty face to her family and ex-boyfriend, Tony. But, it backfired. When her grandmother needed her most, she wasn’t there.

Tony Morrison had been in love with the youngest Shaughnessy for almost as long as he’d been employed at her family’s ranch. Trouble was, he had secrets. Things he couldn’t tell anyone, especially the beautiful Sophia. So, he’d let her go.

But now she’d returned, bringing the winds of change to the Texas ranch, and Tony wasn’t sure he could protect her from the fallout.



Add to your TBR: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/39299639-crazy-little-thing-called-love



Jacquie Biggar

Lives in paradise along the west coast of Canada with her her husband, daughter, and grandson. Loves reading, writing, and flower gardening. Spoils her German shepherd, Annie and calico cat, Harley.
And can’t function without coffee.
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