Life

Mother’s Day

Every year, as I watch people post about their excitement for Mother’s Day, I usually scroll past such posts because Mother’s Day usually gets overlooked in my house. Sure, my husband will buy a card from him and a card from the kids, find a moment for them to sign their names, and leave them on the counter for me to find on Mother’s Day morning as I am making breakfast or washing dishes. Part of this is because my children don’t remember that it’s Mother’s Day, and it usually falls right around my birthday so it seems to get lost in the shuffle. Don’t get me wrong, they usually don’t do anything big to celebrate my birthday either, but I usually hear “there are just too many things to celebrate”…like it’s an excuse from having to do anything.
This year, however, I was surprised and so happy. There was the card from my husband and a small gift that I have been saying I needed for months now. But…when my husband got home from the gym, he brought home stuff for him and the kids to make me breakfast. This NEVER happens! He even woke up the teenager, who probably would have stayed asleep until lunch time, to get up and help. They were all in the kitchen frying up bacon and making the dip for the French toast. I was told to go take a shower and relax until it was ready. The food was delicious…and even sweeter since they all worked together to make it. The best part, they cleaned up their entire mess when they were done. That part almost brought a tear to my eye. I can definitely say this was the best Mother’s Day ever!
I hope any of the mothers reading this also had a wonderful day. We deserved it!!

Life

It’s my birthday week!

Now…I’m really not excited about it. My birthday falls around Mother’s Day every year so it usually gets overlooked. And I’m fine with that…for the most part. I am not a fan of gifts and big celebrations…but a card from my kids or from my husband is what makes me feel especially loved. I’m sure my kids will forget and their dad will buy them a card the night before and have them sign their names. Just for once, I would like my kids to remember and take some initiative. I go out of my way to make sure their birthdays are extra special…so maybe just once they can do the same. I won’t hold my breath, though.

This week started off rough (and it’s not even noon on Monday). I had to take my CSET in Mathematics and I have never felt more unintelligent in my entire life. I’m not even sure the test was written in English. I am good at math, and I consider myself to be pretty dang smart…but this test popped any balloon of self confidence that I had this morning. I already know I didn’t pass…and I will have to wait 45 days to pay another testing fee and do it all over again. Even though I have already taken it, I’m not even sure what to study for the next go around. It’s like they find the most obscure and detailed information and expect you to recall it. I know for a fact middle schoolers aren’t learning what I was being tested on. Oh well…I have to take it and pass it if I want to get my credential.

So here’s to hoping that the week can only get better from here and that this cloud of failure won’t float above me for the rest of the week!

Life

New Month…New Plan

May has finally arrived!! I can’t believe that a third of 2018 is already gone. It feels like it is just flying by. I think now that my kids are more involved in extracurricular activities…time goes by much faster.

However, I did take some time off this past weekend and went to the Stagecoach Music Festival out in Indio, California. If you love country music…this was the party to be at. I got to see an artist that is on my bucket list…Garth Brooks!! I am still giddy when I think about it.

Anywho…so the point of this post was to set out my plan for the month. As each month starts, I try to think of something I plan on accomplishing that month. This month, I want to clean out my office and get it organized so it becomes somewhere I want to be. Right now it is cluttered and in so much disarray that I try not to be in there any longer than I have to be. But that is going to change this month!

What are your plans for this month? Let me know in the comments.

 

Life

I’m back!

Oh my goodness…it has been quite a crazy few months. I have had no time to even come online to update my page. Things are that crazy!

My son was accepted to a drum corps, so that is taking up time with his practices and lots of $$. I have decided to go back to school and get my Masters in Teaching along with my Teaching Credential. I have been substitute teaching for 3 different districts. And I have somehow managed to keep my kid in clean clothes and fed, the dogs are still alive, and the house is somewhat clean. All-in-all, I think that’s a success.

I have managed to finally come up with a normal routine for my hectic life…so I am hoping to be on here more. I have been finding time to read while I wait to pick the kids up from school or while I’m sitting up in the stands waiting for my son to compete. There are so many upcoming releases that I am anticipating…and so many series that I have read that I am waiting on the next book to come out. Seriously, I keep a list of them and it seems to always be growing!

Well, homework is calling my name and I am getting ready for a weekend away! Have a good day.

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**Coming November 13** The Plan by Ella James

 

The Plan by Ella James is coming

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Synopsis:

You’ve heard this story before. Woman feels her biological clock ticking and gets someone to knock her up.

Not for love, for baby.

Crazy, right?

That’s what I thought.

Then I found out my fiancé had a vasectomy. The life I thought I had? Nope. Suddenly I’m 33, and I don’t even have a kissing buddy.

When my mom’s health takes a turn and I wind up back in my hometown of Fate, Alabama, I tell myself to leave things up to…well, you know.

Then I see Gabriel McKellan. He’s Fate’s most famous son, a bestselling author who is beautiful, complicated, and living just below me. In addition to his plus-sized brain, Gabe’s well-endowed in other ways, and great in bed to boot. I would know. He’s my ex husband.

When I suggest The Plan, I don’t imagine that he’ll take the bait. It’s been ten years, and we don’t work. But Fate has other plans for both of us.

 

 

 

 

 

 

EXCERPT

I climb inside the U-Haul and grab two small things first: my favorite Elvis lamp and a box of yarn and clay, easy pickings for my first trip up the stairs to my rented digs. Then I grab my purse off the truck’s rear ledge, step down, and—

“Oofh!”

I blink at the wall I’ve just slammed into, and there he is. At first, I think I’m seeing things. I blink a few times, fast, to try to magic him away. Hallucination. But…he’s not.

His curly hair is wild and dark, just like it always was. His blue-gray eyes—more blue, although he claims they’re gray—are just as sharp as I recall. His face is still so striking: dark brows over a stern, strong nose, and high cheekbones. My gaze skates over his rich mouth, and I realize I’d forgotten how handsome he is.

Gabriel McKellan is famous at least in part because he looks like such a god. The familiarity of him hits me like a ball of ice right to the gut, but where he’s different makes me warm. That stubble-beard, the way his jaw is

sharper, shoulders thicker. My gaze skates down his white t-shirt, pasted over rigid abs. I note his forearms—thicker, tanned—before appraising jeans-clad thighs.

One flexes.

Shit.

My errant gaze jerks back up, where I find his features twisted in a scowl.

“What are you doing?” he asks roughly.

I blink. “What?”

Gabe’s brows pinch together, and he glares behind me, at the truck. “What are you doing here, Marley?”

I look around the quiet, leaf-strewn street, trying to explain not what I’m doing, but why I’m seeing him here. Nothing looks amiss, though. Nothing to suggest I’ve had a mental break.

“I’m moving back to Fate. Today,” I add, my voice a squeak above its normal octave.

Gabe’s foot taps the curb between us. Even barefoot, he’s a domineering prick. I inhale slowly, bringing my heart-rate down a notch, so I seem more gathered when I ask, “Where are your shoes?”

“Why did you park here,” he demands again.

“Because I’m moving in?” It’s not a question, but it sounds like one. I bug my eyes out in response to his mean stare. “What are you doing here—and where are your shoes?”

“My shoes are inside.”

I blink at the porch behind him. “Inside where?”

“Inside the house behind me.”

“What?”

Gabe’s head is still shaking, his jaw locked like an angry sentry.

“What the hell is this about?” My heart begins to pound. “Are you my greeting party?”

“I’m your warning party,” he says quietly.

“Warning me from what?”

“I live here, Marley. On the bottom floor.”

“But…you’re—”

“I’m living here.” His face hardens. “I think that means you need to close your truck and go.”

Is he insane? My head spins. Gabe can’t be… “You can’t live here,” I sputter. “You live in New York!”

For an instant, I feel sure this is a joke: a TV joke. Famous author/director shocks unknown ex-wife by popping up at her new place.

“Is there a hidden camera?” I ask lamely.

“No, Marley. There’s not. There’s just a house—with room for one.”

“Yeah…me.”

His lush mouth tightens. “I don’t think so.”

I laugh. “Oh—you watch.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Ella James is the USA Today and Amazon Top 10 bestselling author of more than twenty love stories. She’s an angst-a-holic who loves exploring difficult situations and the emotions of the people caught up in them. Also, smut. But always, always romance.

Ella is an Alabama native who makes her home in Colorado with her husband, three young children, and hyperactive dog. When she’s not writing, she can be found hiking the foothills, taking nature photos for her Instagram account, or swilling vanilla cream soda.

 

 

 

 

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