Hello fans and readers! How is everyone today? I’m great. Fall is my favorite season and in honor of that I am promoting the second book in my Wolff Securities Series, Not Without Risk, Yay! Of course, Kindle Unlimited subscribers always read for free. Keep reading for buy links!

If you haven’t read the first book, Maximum Risk, no worries. These are standalone books as well as part of a series. You don’t have to read them in order, but I recommend it. Simply because you will get a fuller character experience by reading them in order.

As a bonus for your continued support and generosity I have including one of my favorite fall recipes. I make these muffins every year and they never last long, lol. Please enjoy the recipe and Not Without Risk!

Not Without Risk Blurb:

He always keeps his promises…

 Private security specialist, Nate Wolff promised to rescue humanitarian aid worker, Macy Gibbs, not harbor a fugitive. Determined to keep his promise and not make the same mistakes his brother made, he risks his life to protect her from the terrorist group hunting her.

Keeping this one will be the hardest thing he’s ever had to do…

 With a bounty on her head for the murder of a man who bought her in an illegal human trafficking ring, Macy Gibbs puts both her life, and the life of the tall, handsome stranger who’s vowed to rescue her, in danger. Emotionally scarred from her ordeal, she trusts no one. But, can the biggest danger she’s about to face be the impact this former SEAL has on her heart?

Not Without Risk Excerpt:

 Nate put a hand on Macy’s shoulder. She didn’t stir. Unable to resist, he caressed her cheek. Warm. Not as hot. A good sign. Beneath his hand her skin felt soft as silk. He gently ran his thumb across the fading bruise on her jawline. Anger and the urge to protect and defend surged through him. Except, it felt more personal. Not just a bodyguard protecting his charge. More…

Nope. Not going there. The reasons stuck like a knife in his heart.

He dropped his hand to his side, sobered, and put his thoughts in proper order. First things first. Get Macy dressed, then grab her and go. They may not have confiscated his weapons, but that could be a ruse to keep him off guard.

His supply of clothing for Macy was running low. Only two shirts and one pair of pants left. Foregoing the undergarments, he grasped the edge of the blanket, prepared to dress her and make a run for it.


The murmured question came from Macy. He froze, his gaze flying to her face to find her eyes open. Glazed, confused.

Letting go of the blanket, he leaned over her. “Hey. I’m here.”

Her beautiful blue eyes that reminded him so much of Bleu Lake back home, met his, radiating with pain. “Don’t leave me. Please.”

The impact of those words went straight through his chest. At that moment, he knew they couldn’t go. Not until she was healthy enough to go. They’d pushed hard already and look where it got them.

Bending, he pressed a kiss to her forehead. “I’m not going anywhere. Go back to sleep. You’re safe.”

That seemed to work because the tension went out of her muscles and her eyes drifted closed. Seconds later her breathing evened out, indicating she slept peacefully.

Nate straightened and scrubbed a hand down his face. He returned the clothes to his pack, dragged the crude chair in front of the bed and dropped down on it. His Glock now rested across his thigh, finger near the trigger as he settled in.

Whomever, or whatever, came through that door they would have to go through him first in order to get to Macy. And he’d die before he let another person hurt her.

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And now for the recipe!! I hope you enjoy it as much as we do!

Pumpkin Cream Cheese Muffins

15 ounce can pumpkin puree (not pumpkin pie filling)

1/4 cup vegetable oil

2 eggs

1 cup sugar

1 teaspoon vanilla

1 1/2 cups flour

1 teaspoon baking powder

1/2 teaspoon baking soda

1/2 teaspoon cinnamon

1/2 teaspoon powdered ginger

1/2 teaspoon ground nutmeg

1/8 teaspoon ground cloves

1/2 teaspoon salt


8 ounce cream cheese, softened

1 egg yolk

5 tablespoons sugar

1/8 teaspoon vanilla


  1. Preheat oven to 350 degrees.
  2. Mix pumpkin, vegetable oil and sugar on low speed with electric mixer (I use my Kitchen Aid stand mixer).
  3. Add in eggs, one at a time, combining thoroughly after each addition.
  4. Add vanilla
  5. In a small bowl, whisk together flour, baking soda, baking powder and spices. Slowly add to liquids, scraping sides of bowl to combine.
  6. Make Filling: Mix filling ingredients until combined.
  7. Fill 12 muffin cups with cupcake liners.
  8. Fill each with pumpkin mixture.
  9. Spoon cream cheese mixture on top and swirl with a skewer or toothpick.
  10. Bake until done.

Meet Jennifer:

New York Times & USA Today bestselling author, Jennifer Lowery grew up reading romance novels in the back of her math book and on the bus to school, and never wanted to be anything but a writer.  Her summers were spent sitting at the kitchen table with her sisters spinning tales of romance and intrigue and always with a tall glass of ice tea at their side.

Today, Jennifer is living that dream and she couldn’t be happier to share her passion with her readers.  She loves everything there is about romance.  Her stories feature alpha heroes who meet their match with strong, independent heroines.  She believes that happily ever after is only the beginning of her stories. And the road to that happy ending is paved with action, adventure, and romance. As her characters find out when they face danger, overcome fears, and are forced to look deep within themselves to discover love.

Jennifer lives in Michigan with her husband and charming rescued tomcat named Shamrock. Their son lives near them and is in the Army National Guard as well as a student at a local university. Their daughter is married and lives with her amazing husband who is stationed at Fort Bragg.

When she isn’t writing she enjoys reading and spending time with her family.

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Thank you so much for spending a few minutes with me today! I appreciate it more than you can know!

Happy Fall,


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They met because he had premonitions and she was in peril. But you will never believe why they fell in love. Paranormal romance at its best.After mourning the loss of her husband, Brit Roberts manages to pick up her life as a teacher for a rural Georgia High school. Things are fine until anonymous phone calls turn creepy and her life is endangered. It’s not until Sam Samuels, shows up to check on her that she finds a little peace, if not a slight attraction to the handsome yet meddling security specialist.

Sam Samuels isn’t just the father of one of Ms. Robert’s students, he’s a man with premonitions so strong, they make him ill. So when he meets his son’s teacher and pain kicks in, he knows something’s awry but can’t put his finger on it until he interrupts an attempt to kill the teacher. Sam makes it his personal goal to protect her, only he didn’t count on falling for her.

Someone wants Brit, and now Sam, dead too. Could the death of her ex husband be part of the reason? Can Brit and Sam navigate a relationship despite both of their headstrong natures?

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Sinbad Sails Again by Toni V. Sweeney

This is just one book in a series by Toni Sweeney.

Pink Fuzzy Slippers Authors

In this last entry in the Sinbad series, Sinbad sh’en Singh, abruptly growing tired of the younger generation’s condescension, kicks over the traces.  Taking his youngest son and a grandson on a journey to the places he and wife a Andi visited on that fateful journey over half a century before, he prepares for one last adventure…

…which doesn’t go as planned, when son Mal is abducted and find himself on the way to the Slave Pits in the Fringes.

Since this is the last novel in the series, I wanted to tie up any loose ends and answer any question left dangling in the other novels…that’s the reason for the rather lengthy story—as well as weave an adventure worthy of a final curtain call for my hero.

Bringing in characters from other stories, some now as advanced in age as Sinbad but no less active and still as adventuresome…

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I understand! I make new messes every day! I live with stacks of stuff!

Beth Warstadt

Organization is a skill I possess in spades. It is actually my gift. I do it over and over and over again, and it lasts about a day and I have to do it again. Then I give up for a while until my life is totally out of control, and I do it again. Are you noticing a pattern here?

Just because a person is organized does not mean that everything runs smoothly. If a person is a procrastinator, organization means nothing. I just look at my beautifully designed calendar and say, “That can wait.” Or I have a pile of magazines and mail on the kitchen counter, and I cart it upstairs and drop it on my desk to get it out of the way. My clean desktop is clean no more. After a few times of doing that, the desktop is no more.

Today I am tackling our Man…

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Robot Wars!

I need a new post, but for now, let this one make you smile!

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This isn’t sci-fi but a tale of two bots–robotic vacuum cleaners!  In June, I hurt my back and it has gotten steadily worse.  I can’t use the heavy Dyson I have, so I purchased a bObsweep Pet Hair vacuum early last fall.  As one who tends to anthropomorphize, I liked receiving his birth certificate and calling him ‘Bob’.  Bob worked great for the first 6 weeks. 20140613_233333 He learned the house and picked up the cat hair and kitty litter all over the house.  I have a long-haired cat with tufts on his paws, and he tracks litter everywhere.

So, I was delighted with Bob.  Then…he started having mental problems.  He’d get in a loop and go in circles. Obviously, Bob was sick.  I talked with his creator, and was told he needed to see a doctor.  Sadly, I packed Bob up and sent him to hospital.  In a few days…

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Finding Love’s Magic for Valentine’s Day!

Get your copy of Finding Love’s Magic before Valentine’s Day. Go here for the first part of Maribelle’s Magic by Mary Marvella.

Anthologies are perfect for busy folks! These short stories in Finding Love’s Magic are not like the ones you didn’t want to read in school. Each of the nine authors spins a tale of happily after all with wonderful Southern touches and twists.Contemporary stories mingle with paranormal stories you won’t want to end! Cupid’s Bow, Georgia might just become your favorite place to visit.

Go here for the beginning of Maribelle’s Magic and a free short story by Mary Marvella. https://pinkfuzzyslippersauthors.wordpress.com/2017/01/31/9-delightful-love-stories-for-valentines-day/


After she filled the orders she made a special arrangement to deliver to an attorney. Taking a single red tipped silver rose, she went to lunch at Sadie’s Diner, the place she knew she could get the most gossip and likely see her next lawyer victims.

Sadie’s diner always had a crowd from the Cupid’s Bow courthouse. There were plenty of cases  tried in the old building in the middle of the town square.  Civil cases nearly always put Jasmine and Seth on opposite sides as opposing counsel. The diner served the best soups and chili around. A person could order breakfast any time of day, and the sandwiches were as legendary as Sadie, who must be in her mid-forties.

The minute Maribelle entered the diner the pungent smell of chili spices and bacon made her stomach growl.  Her coffee and grapefruit breakfast had worn off long ago. Even a goddess had to watch her weight when she lived in the world of humans. Her hips and waist couldn’t afford her favorite breakfast of eggs, bacon, grits, and biscuits every day. The lunch crowd had thinned, so Sadie should have time to chat with the diners, which suited Maribelle perfectly.

“Booth or table.” Jackie grabbed a menu and pasted on her hostess smile.

“Booth, please.” Maribelle smiled at the tall, slender woman as she followed the bouncing platinum ponytail and swaying backside in skin tight red jeans. She looked like a cheap, older version of Venus, in a way.

“Water with lemon and a Coke?” Jackie placed the plastic one page menu on the dark wooden table.

“You got it.” Maribelle would miss Cokes when she returned home, unless she could work some magic and get the gods and goddesses to allow that human drink in their kingdom.

Jackie returned with two glasses and placed them in front of Maribelle. “The usual?” she asked.

“Open-face shrimp sandwich, easy on the mayo, and sweet potato chips.  And I’d love to speak with Sadie, if she has time, of course.”

“Sure thing, skinny flat bread.” She didn’t wait for a response. “I’ll bring your sandwich and send Sadie over.”

By the time Sadie slid onto the bench across from Maribelle half of the sandwich had disappeared with more than half of the chips.

“How’s it goin’?” Sadie grinned, showing her gold eyetooth. She looked as though she had just stepped from a magazine cover for senior citizens. Her silver-streaked hair had been pulled into a tight bun, and she wore antique pearl strands. A demigoddess could tell the real from fake, and those pearls were real.

“I got three orders on my way to work.” After she took a bite of her sandwich and chewed she asked causally, “What can you tell me about Jasmine and Seth? Have they always hated each other?”

Sadie narrowed her brown eyes. “You don’t plan to involve them in your match making, do you?”

“Sure, why not?” Everyone knew she made matches, they just didn’t know why she did it or that she had no choice.

Sadie shook her head and signaled for Jackie to bring her a cup of coffee, a good sign. That meant she planned to talk about Seth and Jasmine or share gossip about someone else. Either way, Maribelle would gain information she might need now or later.

Once Sadie got her coffee and added enough cream and sugar to make it look like doctored milk, she leaned toward Maribelle and spoke in a low voice one might use to share a state secret. “Those two were in each other’s hip pockets all through high school.”

Maribelle had read about that online, but she nodded to keep Sadie talking.  “Really?”

“They planned to go to Mercer Law in Macon. Jasmine got accepted immediately, since her daddy graduated from Mercer and her grades and SAT scores were high enough to get into any school. That girl was smart as a whip, even in grade school.”

I poked chips into my mouth as I listened, wondering what had pulled those kids apart.

“And Seth’s grades and scores were as good as Jasmine’s, but he had no relatives who went to college at all, much less Mercer Law.  He had a scholarship that would help him and planned to work while he was in college.”

Angry voices made Sadie and Maribelle stop talking and look toward the door.

Tall and handsome, Seth held the door open while Jasmine sailed through.  “You are so wrong!” Jasmine enunciated. Venom laced each word.

His hand brushed her back in a move that looked a lot like a caress. “You know I always stop here to eat after a court appearance.” His voice held humor, as though they had this conversation daily.

“I would not follow you if you had the key to the gates of Heaven.”

He grinned. “You once said I did.”

Jasmine turned red. “In your dreams, counselor.”

“Every night.” His low voice would have melted Venus’s thong, if she had one.

“Well,” Jasmine drew herself up to her 5′ 5″ height. “I have stopped here since Daddy and I had lunch together after his cases.”

“That’s true,” Sadie muttered to Maribelle.

“You win. Our stops here all through high school mean nothing against your visits with Daddy.”  Seth turned on his heel and strode out.

Sadie waved to Jackie to bring Jasmine over to the booth she and Maribelle occupied.  She slid over to make room for the slender lawyer. “Join us?”

“Sure, Sadie.”  Her pleasant Southern lady smile lacked the warmth of her argument with Seth. “Good afternoon, Maribelle, how have you been? Guess you’ve been busy with Valentine’s Day less than a week away.”

“I have, which is good.”

“That Seth can be a real jerk, when he chooses to be,” Sadie said in her just-between-us-girls manner.

Jasmine’s eyes widened in that affronted manner women used to warn a speaker to say no more. “I wouldn’t call him a jerk, exactly. He’s just opinionated and stubborn.” She ran a hand through her bobbed blonde hair.

“You two have been at odds since I moved here. Why?” Maribelle asked. She didn’t expect the real answer, but she needed ammunition to help her plot.

Jackie brought a glass of iced tea with a sprig of mint and a slice of lemon.  “My usual.” Jasmine waited for the waitress to leave before she continued. “Just things, you know.” She tore a leaf off the sprig and crushed it between her thumb and forefinger.  “People grow apart.” She tore off another leaf. “They grow up. They change.”

“Time was when everyone thought you and Seth would marry after law school and set up a practice here.” Sadie primed the pump.

Jasmine’s wistful look made Maribelle think Jasmine had expected the same thing at one time.

“He didn’t want to settle here with Daddy and me.”

And therein lay the problem. Jasmine must have put her daddy first, over Seth.  Maribelle would give everything to be able to be with the man she loved, while these two mortals wasted their time fighting over an old issue.

A plan began to develop in Maribelle’s mind. The lawyers needed some alone time to cool off, and she knew just the place.  She dared not ask more questions today, so she grabbed her ticket. “Back to work for me.”  She grinned. Reaching beside her on the bench, she picked up the flower she’d brought for Sadie. “For you, my friend.” She waved the bloom toward Jasmine and then handed it to Sadie.

“You didn’t have to, but you’re not getting it back.” Sadie grinned so wide her eyetooth winked.  She closed her eyes, sniffed, then opened them again. “Divine! Better than gardenias.”

Jasmine leaned toward the flower and took a long whiff as Maribelle had hoped she would.

Maribelle left the two women chatting while she gave her check and money to the cashier at a register that had to be thirty years old, at least.

By the time she arrived at her shop she had formulated her plan. She needed to get two lawyers here at the same time one night, like tomorrow night.

Two customers she recognized as repeats chatted with Cassandra as they pointed to different kinds of candy.  They looked so in love they couldn’t need the magic of the candy or Maribelle’s flowers again. They made their own magic by returning here each year to renew their vows in one of the three chapels in town.

A glance at her phone startled her. She slipped into her office to read the message that came with Venus’s message tone. Sadie’s name stood out in bold print. “Not funny, Venus!” she muttered. “I need two names.”

Keep your eyes open if you want to get your delicious man back. If you don’t figure it out, I get to keep Jayus.

 Not on your life! The words appeared on the screen as Maribelle thought them.

Cassandra called from the office doorway, startling Maribelle. “This couple wants the arrangement you left in the front this morning. There was no name on it, so I figured it would be for sale. Tomorrow is their first anniversary. How much?”

She knew the lawyers would need a different arrangement, a potent one.  She nodded and wrote a price on a pad and handed it to Cassandra.

“Not high enough.” Cassandra shook her head. “They could never find anything that beautiful anywhere else. And besides, they can….

Now you need to read the book if you want to know how this story ends.

HOWEVER: I will still give any commenter a copy of one of my novellas!






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