As many of you may know, our beloved sister hostess SHARON DONOVAN, tragically passed away on 11th April 2012. We who knew her, loved her, and were inspired by her courage and determination to face head on whatever life threw at her. When she could no longer see to paint she turned to writing and showed her amazing talent in the Inspirational Romance and Romantic Suspense genres, and her story 'Charade Of Hearts' was awarded the coveted Predators and Editors Award in January 2011.

This Blog was a source of great delight to her, she was one of the founder hostesses and she contributed to the fun and silliness in her own original way, and was kind enough to let her unique creation, the hunky butler 'Oliver' join us for our Friday romp and prepare 'virtual breakfast' for the guests on the following morning. It's beyond hard to have to go on without her, but we know that she would have been the first to insist that 'the show must go on.' She is, and will always be with us in spirit.
Sharon, dear friend, we will never forget you.
The Author Roast and Toast is part of the legacy you left us. Let's raise a Toast to you as well as all our guests.

Friday, November 19, 2010

Christmas Celebration Roast launch Party "It's Magic"

It's open house at the girls' winter chalet. And the hostesses of the AR & T are getting ready for a big party, to launch the latest book from Bobbye Terry aka  Daryn Cross and Linda Campbell, who writes as L.J.DeLeon. They finish last minute decorations and inhale the delicious scents of Cinnamon, spruce, and fresh flowers. Poinsettias of all different colors fill the place inside and out.
"Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, jingle all the waaayyyy!" Mary sings at the top of her lungs as she throws the last of the tinsel on the tree. Lyn looks at Sharon and shakes her head. They both are wishing they had earplugs, but don't have the heart to ruin the spirit Mary has been showing for today's release party.

Mary happens to glance and see Lyn's eyebrows raise."What? You sick of that one?" Mary yells out a  chorus of Winter Wonderland. To stop her Sharon shoves a fresh baked decorated Christmas cookie at her.

"MMmmmm," Mary munches away and smiles at Sharon. "I was hoping you'd get me one of those, I've been singing for half an hour. What took you so long?"  She laughs and turns back to the tree.

Standing back she surveys the job she has done."It does look beautiful, doesn't it?" Lyn puts her arms around Mary and Sharon's waists and they all smile supremely satisfied with the entire decorated house.

"Where is Bobbye?" Lyn looks at the clock on the wall that chimes hourly and plays holiday tunes. Garland and red ribbons line the fireplace and a cheery fire warms them.
Oliver calls them to look at the display of food he has worked on for days. Turkey, ham and a huge leg of lamb, sit next to a crispy Goose.

Mashed potatoes and gravy, squash casserole, string beans with a rich romano cheese sauce, cranberries, glazed carrots and corn pudding fill huge bowls. Cheese platters and crackers, little wrapped wieners, oyster stuffing, cornbread stuffing, southern style biscuits, yeast rolls, the tables overflow with succulent dishes.

Chocolate cheescake with ribbons of fondant on the top,  pies, fruitcake soaked with fine brandy,and plum pudding which has cooked for hours and is smothered in hard sauce, ready to light, wait to tempt Bobbye's numerous guests

Sharon hugs Oliver, he has outdone himself with the mouthwatering food

Mulled cider, eggnog in sparkling crystal punch bowls, sit next to chilled bottles of Caberet Savignon wine and champagne. A special set up for Christmas Cane Martinis awaits the guests.

Rouched Top Circle Neck Maxi Dress-Black

Morgan & Co® Sequin Halter Dress
The girls are dressed in their holiday best. Lyn in a long black number, Mary in a satin pink long gown, and Sharon in a lime green gown are all wearing their best strappy heels.

A knock on the door brings them all to greet Bobbye in her long red dress with its beatifully sequinned bodice, as she walks in and removes her faux fur wrap, closely followed by Linda, looking stunning in a gold gown. A dozen guests follow them in and all at once cheery voices fill the house. Smiles and chuckles surround Bobbye and more guests arrive in groups. Frosty air and snowflakes make a festive mood as decorated street lights cast a warm glow on the fluffy precipitate.

Lyn and Mary, guide Bobbye's guests to chairs and refreshment as Oliver passes out flutes of champagne and sparkling cider for a toast.

Sharon clears her voice and announces to everyone. "Please take a glass, we are welcoming Bobbye Terry tonight for her special release party. 'It's Magic", is gonna go through the roof with sales. Everyone please toast our beautiful guests, ignore the blush on their cheeks and wish the best to Bobbye and Linda."
She dramatically raises her glass and says in a loud voice, "Slainte! May you sell a million books and  may your books all be best sellers. Let the party begin!"
A $25 dollar Barnes and Noble gift card goes to the one who answers the question best.
Where does Santa go for vacation right after New Years?

Let the celebration tonight bring you the joy of Christmas and fill your hearts with Love.

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Can true love exist between a man who believes a woman is capable of sticking a shive in his heart while making love and a woman who is convinced men think with only one head? Maxwell Magic, an eccentric mysterious matchmaker swears it can and he’s the man to provide the stimulus to make it happen.

Kasey Bell, feminist writer, and Guy McLane, radio’s famous chauvinistic psychiatrist, are his targets. Even with carefully executed plans, the road to true love is strewn with mishaps, mirth and money-hungry nighttime talk show hosts. Will Kasey and Guy risk their reputations by exposing secrets buried beneath layers of shame and self-doubt for a desperately needed big money pay-off? Or, will they claim what has evaded them their entire lives—a love that lasts forever?

As Kasey followed the stagehand, Guy grimaced. Damn. Why’d she have to have sea-green eyes and be a natural, sun-streaked blonde? He was a sucker for natural blondes, she appeared to be one. Unlike his ex, Helen, he suspected Kasey Bell’s blonde hair wasn’t found just on her head.

            His gaze took in her tight ass and long legs. God, what legs Some men were turned-on by big breasts. Others by asses. Not him. He was a leg man through and through. And Kasey had the best set he’d seen in years.

            Her dress clung in all the right places and was designed to make a man forget his own name. Not that it had a chance with him. Guy studied her the way a connoisseur would a fine wine. Vintage seventy-three. He took another long, slow perusal and shook his head. He was wrong. The body on this Cabernet Sauvignon came from a perfect year. More likely a seventy-eight or if he were lucky, a classic seventy-five.
            He grinned as she smoothed the sides of her dress while continuing to cross the stage on her perfectly toned legs.
Definitely still corked. She hadn’t had a chance to breathe, yet. He inhaled sharply. There was no mistaking a good mellow grape when he saw one. And when squeezed just right, the grape was memorable. One to be savored, never gulped.

            No question about it, Ms. Kasey Bell was premium sipping quality. First, he’d give her time to breathe. Then he’d taste her, a little at a time, a gentle swirl over the tongue, a teasing of the taste buds.

As he continued to examine her, Guy swallowed hard. From the way her dress moved and the lack of lines, she wore a thong and thigh-high hose. Her derriere was the perfect size for his hands to cup each cheek as he pulled her flush against him. He could feel her long legs wrapping around him. And then there were her delicate ankles. They were so slim his fingers could circle them.
The whole package was enough to bring a grown man to his knees. Especially one like him who’d been alone for last three years. God, help him. Because if he didn’t, Guy knew there was no way he’d maintain his cool while seated next to her on stage.

“Dr. McLane?”

Guy snapped to attention. Standing before him were two lanky young men. “Yes.”

“I’m Josh Bell. This is my younger brother Jacob.”

Guy thrust out his hand and greeted each boy. “I understand you want to take some photos.”

“Yes, sir,” Josh answered.

“You’re our hero.”

Jacob frowned at Josh’s sharp jab to his ribs and Guy laughed. “What does your mother think of that?” He grinned as the two boys looked at each other, shrugged, then turned back to him.

“She hates it,” they said together.

“Dr. McLane, you’ve got two minutes.”

“Thanks, Al.” He turned to the boys. “We’d better get those photos taken.”

Guy started to move, then grimaced, again. Damn. He hadn’t reacted to a female this rapidly since adolescence. Back then, much to his embarrassment, all it’d taken was a slight breeze to get a reaction out of him. And at thirty-eight, the last thing he wanted was to look like a coat rack in some kids’ photos. “Both of you stand here,” he said, positioning the boys in front of him.

As Al Mack took more than a dozen photos, Guy wondered what it was about Kasey Bell that rang his chimes. They’d never met, yet he’d swear he’d seen her before.

Ah, well, he’d remember eventually. He never forgot a pair of legs, especially ones as spectacular as Kasey’s.


  1. Hello everyone! I'm here to say hello to all the happy party folks and to say Linda will be coming soon. The chalet looks stunning by the way, ladies.

  2. By the way, if I could have your attention for a moment, our book went live on Amazon yesterday, so Kindle and print are both available now.

  3. OMG - where's my plate, the goodies look terrific. Everyone looks fantastic in their holiday outfits and the book sounds wonderful. Really fun post.

  4. What a super bash you gals throw! Love the cake topper, too. Raises glass * Here's too many happy readers and many more books to celebrate. Congratulations on the release.

    Rachel Firasek

  5. Welcome Bobbye. So good to see you and congratulations on your release. Good excerpt to warm us up on a chilly day!

    We look forward to seeing Linda as well, and Mary and Sharon will be along shortly too.

    In the meantime, let Oliver get you some refreshments and a glass of something!

  6. Hi Patsy and Rachel - come and sit by the fire and Oliver will fill your plates and your glasses!

  7. Hi Patsy and Rachel - come and sit by the fire and Oliver will fill your plates and your glasses!

  8. So many good friends. I think I do need to have a little food while I talk. Very enticing. You girls really know how to throw a party.

  9. You're welcome Bobbye, it's so nice to be able to help you celebrate your book launch.~

    Do you have another excerpt to tantalise us with?

  10. Ladies, this sounds like a great party. I'd like a candy cane martini and some of that chocolate cheese cake, please.

    Bobbye, I have my Kindle version of IT'S MAGIC and can't wait to read it. Looking forward to the linked book, too. Megasales to you, my friend.

  11. Sure. Here goes:
    “Ever fly-fish?”
    “I’ve cat-fished.” Kasey tried to replicate McLane’s movements. The line snagged a nearby tree.
    “Fly-fishing’s a little different.”
    “So I see.” Kasey bit the inside of her cheek as she began to untangle her line from the brush and the lower limb of the oak. “Don’t worry. I’ll get the hang of it.”
    Kasey recognized that look he sent her. It meant she’d be eating jerky and fail today’s challenge like she had last night’s. Little did he know she had other plans. Now, if she could just figure out what they were, she’d be set.
    “How’d your husband die?”
    She took an experimental snap in the air. “He was gored in the balls.” She snapped the line again, just missing his ear. “Sorry.”
    Guy moved few more feet up stream of her, then slowly closed his legs. “Uh, by a bull--or you?”
    “Excuse me?”
    He laughed. “This is a joke, right? I mean, I’ve heard of ball-busters, but that’s going a bit too far even for you.”
    “Look, you may think I’m kidding about how my ex died, but I’m not.” Once again, she whipped her fly-rod through the air, this time half-hoping she’d hook McLane’s ear.
    “Come on, nobody dies from a hit to the balls.”
    Kasey shot him a scowl. “They do if they bleed to death.” Why had she ever opened her mouth? What did the asshole’s death have to do with her not learning to swim? And why was she explaining something that had taken her years to put behind her?
    “Look, he was in the rodeo ring. The bull gored him and sliced through the femoral artery. His newest señorita passed out, and he died in front of his adoring crowd.”
    She blinked back the gathering moisture. No way would she break down in front of Mr. Macho. “Fact is he had no business in the ring. He’d just returned from a three-day binge in Mexico.” She slanted Guy a look. “He was a real ace of a guy.”
    At Guy’s raised eyebrows, she moved to pass him. Once around the bend of the trout stream, she couldn’t see Guy and wouldn’t kill him because of the mixture of pity and disbelief she’d seen in his gaze. “Yep. My ex. Well, not exactly. He would have been if he hadn’t died. The stuff dreams are made of,” she snapped, easing by him.
    “Watch it.”
    Kasey slid on the wet grass.
    Guy’s hands shot out toward her.
    She tottered, then fell backward to the ground.
    He pitched forward and belly-flopped into the fast moving water.
    Then all she saw was his body swirling down the creek as if someone had just flushed the toilet. Jumping up, she ran after him, making sure to stay clear of the riverbank. “McLane? What do I do?”
    I wonder if this means I flunked today’s challenge.
    Kasey frowned at her thoughts and said a silent prayer. Without McLane, she’d be all alone on the top of this mountain until sunrise day after tomorrow. Which meant she had one good reason to save him. He’d make a better snack for the nearest bear.

  12. Caroline,
    So glad you stopped by. Make sure you get plenty of food and drink. You are so sweet to have already gotten my book! I hope you love it.

  13. Mary comes in carrying the extra presents she bought. I know Lyn they look a lot like books. But, when Bobbye showed me the cover, I knew it would make a fantastic gift. Now that I read another excerpt I'm pleased with my choice!
    Hmmmmm. I see a lot of other gifts that look like books too.
    I just love the snow and I can't wait to get out there and throw snowballs at you guys Lyn and Sharon. Stuffing snow down your back and washing your faces. (You both have quite a bit of makeup on anyways, so it can't hurt, TEE HEE!) Do I have to behave Bobbye or can I let it loose and have fun?
    If you want me to be good I will, at least I'll try. Maybe one of those special Martinis??
    I wish I had a Kindle, I'd buy a copy for it!

  14. So Bobbye how is it that the two of you got together and wrote this great story. Have you known each other long?
    A collaboration like that must be hard to coordinate. Did you write a chapter and then you took turns?
    I often wondered how that'd work for me...

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  16. Sorry about that, it posted twice. Oh Oliver what did you put in that Martini, I'm double clicking and I feel dizzy!

  17. Me too and I haven't had the wine yet. As I was saying, Who knows Mary? Maybe there's a Kindle under the tree. ;) I'm pleased you got so many of my books. They go well with red wine. I shouldn't, but I'm not driving. :) You have my permission to misbehave, just like my hero and heroine.

  18. Wow - what a sizzling excerpt Bobbye - I just love the way you gals put words together. What's it like writing a book together? I would think it must be fun!

    Lyn turns and hugs her sister-hostess. Hellow Mary, I wondered where you'd got to - what - you be good? *Giggle* that'll be a first, sweetie.

  19. Yeah, I can't hold it in long. Lyn that dress covers your oversized clodhoppers and your's masked the sizable butt you've developed Sharon. Mine shows off my assets, natural and perky that the girls are, I wish I coulda found myself a green velvet dress. I always wanted one for Christmas.
    The pink satin was all I could find. I'm not that crazy about it, but that red dress Ohhh, La, La! hot and sassy girl!

  20. Mary hugs Lyn, and pre apologizes for whatever she might say today. But, I love it!!!
    We all should write a book. How to be natural in an unnatural world!

  21. We'll have to see what Santa brings you for Christmas Mary dear. A lovely green velvet dress I mean, not a real pair of chesticles. We all know your bosom is - er - enhanced, but we still love you!

  22. The writing together thing is great in that it gives you a cheering section of one as you write. Until recently, I really didn't even know what it was like to write without a partner. They both have their advantages.

    You girls are getting mighty giggly! Did Oliver just goose you?

  23. He didn't goose me, but, he does like to go at it with Sharon. That big butt just calls to him. Pinch me!
    He's always afraid Lyn will step on him with her huge feet and so he doesn't goose her either. Yeah, He only gooses his Sharon. But! He does make a mean drink, I am a bit titsy, oh sorry, I mean tipsy already!

  24. Tee hee - I think Oliver substitued mead for my champagne - he knows how much I love the stuff! I've never written with anyone else, I would imagine it has both advantages and disadvantages, but it must lead to some interesting plot developments.

    Mary dear, please not I said CHEST-icles as per your pretty little top.

    As for Oliver, well don't tell Sharon, I'm sure she doesn't guess, but I fancy him like crazy (Sigh)

    Mary dear have you got the wrong contacts in again, you know they always make you see everything ten times bigger than they really are. You know I have such a job getting shoes small enough to fit me!

  25. Oh Lyn, give it a rest, you know those feet are huge, you hide it well. Honesty is the best policy, they say. Maybe one of these days we can find a way to shrink them, but for now baby, deal with it. They make nice shoes in your huge size.
    And they are great weapons, You could kill someone with a karate kick from one of your feet.
    I love you even if you are foot challenged.
    So Bobbye how did you write together? One chapter each or what?

  26. Hi all, it's Linda here. Actually, Bobbye and I have a unique writing method. Bobbye doesn't like to over plot a story and I like a fairly detailed road map. So we map out our major turning points together. Then Bobbye writes first draft and emails it to me. I rewrite using tracking changes. Then we shoot it back and forth to one another until we’re happy with the result. We say Bobbye writes the skeleton, I do the veins, arteries, and muscle. And together we do the skin and heart.

    Without one, the story would not be the same. It takes the two of us to create the melded voice. I’m not sure how we’ve managed to carry off the melding, given we each have very strong voices, but we have and it’s nothing like our individual voices.

    Oh, sure, you’ll see hints of Bobbye or Linda in the story, but it’s the combination of both that works.

  27. I must say, I do love that gold gown. It's a fantasy come true that I am tall and model-thin. Even better, I get to eat all I want without gaining a pound. I've discovered Nirvanna. No laughing allowed when the side seams rip.

  28. Merry Christmas, everyone. I just love the holidays and all look so festive in their sparkles. Welcome to your party, Bobby, looking hot, girl. Congrats on your book, you and Linda. Big hugs and air kisses to my sister hostesses Lyn and Mary. I must say our new designer did a fantastic job of covering you ladies flaws. LOL

  29. Well it sure works don't it!
    Have you both published anything alone? Tell us a bit about yourselves/ How did you start this unique collaboration?

  30. Ah Sharon, you are a breath of fresh air. Or is that you are just fresh?
    So what's your poison today? Oliver is trying to get your attention.. Oh you sat on a guest. We've sent them to the ER, it's kinda like when they put rocks on someone to crush them. But you do look just beautiful and your comments delightful!
    Patsy, watch out have spinach between your teeth!

  31. The collaboration started after meeting at an RWA chapter meeting. The book we first started after that, Craigs' Legacy, will be re-released on February 11, 2011 from new publisher, Black Opal Books. We also ave a book, Slam Sisters of Serendipity, coming out from Eternal Press.

    I write solo under my Daryn Cross name for fantasy and using my real name fo mystery. I have a mystery, Coming to Climax, releasing on September 10, 2011 from Turquoise Morning Press and two walk-in angel books as Daryn Cross coming out October 2011 and January 2012.

  32. A warm and fuzzy welcome to all our guests. Look at all that food and presents under the tree. Yes, Oliver, love, keep the bubbly coming.

  33. Wow, Bobby you sure have a lot going on.I'm impressed. You go girl.

  34. I should be half as productive Bobbye!

  35. I try. Thank goodness I got a breather at your chalet. Time to let my hair down. Excuse me while I munch awhile. Talk amog yourselves...

  36. Welcome Linda. It's fascinating to know how you and Bobbye write together - obviously you really complement each other.

    You do look beautiful in that gown - the great thing about these Roasts is they're magical and we all becaome slim, young and beautiful and eat as much as we like without putting on an ounce!

  37. Yummy, yummy, yummy! Great party!

    I really mustfinish my Christmas story now!

  38. Bobbye and I write as Terry Campbell. As she said, "Craigs' Legacy" will be released Feb. 11, 2011 by Black Opal Books. "A 21st century financial wunderkind travels back to 1864 to save a Confederate Colonel from murder and needs to return to her century, with him in tow, before she changes history beyond recognition."

    I write romantic paranormal/fantasy and also cyberpunk solo as L.J. DeLeon. I hope to have the first two books of the Warriors For Light series released late Spring 2011.
    I also write the Jordan Davis Mystery series as Alyssa Lyons. The first Jordan Davis book, "Last Wishes" will be released March 11, 2011. This first book, as with "It's Magic," was written with Bobbye Terry.

  39. You are both amazing! I love time travel!!! I can't wait to read that one!
    Let's go sledding, we can change back into our gowns, but wouldn't that be fun???
    Anyone game to go with me???
    Oliver, I knew you'd come, how about the rest of you!!

  40. I'm game. Lyn runs up to Sharon and hugs her, hi Sharon, you coming?
    Whee, I love sledding.

    Linda, I just love fantasy and time travel, although I haven't tried writing time travel yet - so ma y variables! I admaire those who do though!

  41. Mary grabs Sharon, Lyn, and the two lovely authors. A bunch of people leave to change into pants and sweaters to go under their warm coats. The bunch of them head out and find a great hill right out the back of the chalet. Mary stands at the top and gets ready to get on a long toboggan. Come on you guys, get on!!!!

  42. I love sleigh and toboggan rides. It's skiing that defeats me. But then, I love sitting on my duff and relaxing.

  43. Lyn, I'm always thrilled to meet lovers of time travel and fantasy/paranormal. The way I look at time travel is that we don't know if it doesn't existed or if people haven't traveled to the past.

    But here's how I see time paradoxs--I think both The Outer Limits episode dealing with and Back to the Future are right. If you created the time paradox by changing history, you'd remember the future as how you left is b/c you weren't in the present when the time paradox hit. You'd still be in the past creating that wave. In "Craigs' Legacy" we chose to have our heroine, Frankie, remember how was and know how it's changed. Her first words on returning to her time are, "Oh, oh."

    Don't worry, this is a romance and it's a good "Oh, oh." LOL

  44. Hi Linda, welcome and congratulations on your book with Bobby. Now let's all go bob sledding. Weeeeeeee

  45. Duck, we're being bombarded with snowballs.

  46. Thanks for your take on the time travel paradox, Linda, that's a really good way of looking at it.
    OOh I want to read 'Craig's Legacy as well, now!

    Oh hello taryn, glad you could join us on our toboggan adventure - watch out for the snowballs - thanks for the warning shaon - now who's that throwing 'em! Wheee - take that! *Grin*

  47. Sharon throws a big snowball and it hits Mary right in the face. She snorts and rushes to Sharon, with a big handful of fluffy snow, she washed her face, laughs, and runs.

  48. What a lavish party, ladies. If there was something as Christmas coordinator I'd be hiring you. Just looking at the food and cake, I can hear my stomach rumble with hunger. Then I saw the dresses you are wearing. Oh my! Do I love them. So I'll by-pass the meal, have a glass of champagne with a tiny piece of cake and pray I can fit in one of these fashionable dresses.

    Nice excerpt Bonnie.

  49. Mona you are such a tiny thing. We may have to take one in to fit you!
    While we are waiting, whose side you on in the snowball fight. Or you can stay inside with the other ladies...

  50. Mary shoves a handfull of snow down Lyn's back, she is on a roll!
    Hiding from Sharon and Lyn!!! TEEHEE!
    Save us some food!

  51. Oh my, yawn. I fell asleep in the other room. You look wet. Have you folks been out in the snow?

  52. Bobbye walks over to the table. Yum, I have to try the plum pudding. Maxwell Magic would like this. Keep your eyes open. He turned into you know who this time of year. Thanks, Oliver. A martini would be wonderful.

  53. For those of you who read It's Magic, you'll notice Magic's bumbling assistant got a surprise for Christmas. Watch out for Tom. His role gets bigger in each book. and well, by number three Magic decides it's Tom's turn for love. But, next time around you'll have to watch as the lovers, CEOs of snack companies, compete for a big contract and uncover their checkered pasts and possible bleak futures.

  54. Now you got me!!!
    How about another short excerpt or more info? How exciting!!!!!!

  55. I promise not to put snow on you. But Lyn and Sharon are fair game. Especially with all the comments about my, well you know. bosoms! I'm rather proud of the girls myself...

  56. No, can't give any more excerpts but just know Tom has a very huge supply of a certain necessary birth control item.

  57. Great excerpt... and I really needed the hot cider today... It's rainy here in So. Cal. for the first time in forever!

  58. I'm always for safe sex. So he is a bit of a rogue?

    Lyn, here's some more show down your shoes!!!

  59. Congratulations again Catherine, thanks for stopping by.

  60. Knowing Bobbye, poor Tom may have a huge supply right now but when it's his turn and he needs it, guess what will have gone missing?

  61. Take that, Mary fairy!:) Lyn giggles as she pushes two huge snowballs down the front of Mary's jacket and laughs herself silly at the result!

    Hi Mona - lovely to see you! Don't worry, eat as much as you like. All the food at the Roast is full of flavour and completely lacking in calories!

    Hi ~Catherine, so glad ayou could join the fun. don't Bobbye and
    Linda's books sound great!

  62. If there's room at the inn, Bobbye and I will be having a Valentine's party because "Craigs' Legacy" is released on Feb. 11th. We'd also like to have a mystery themed party for our March release of "Last Wishes."

    Yup, we're both a couple of frustrated party girls. Umm, do you think if I wish hard enough I'll actually look like the woman in the gold gown?

  63. Oh Linda, while you and Bobbye are our special guests at the Roast, you ARE the ladies in the beautiful gowns!I think we have a vancancy around Valentine's day, if so, we'' schedule you in - What d'you think, Mary and Sharon?

  64. Oh, that would be great, Lyn. We'll be sure to have our own special treat, too. We might even have a couple excerpts.

    For you lovers of time travel, think about is as a modern woman. Poor Frankie, she really does endure culture shock.

    Now, I'm going to have myself a couple Martinis and cheesecake.

  65. Can I have the recipe for Christmas Cane Martinis? Please?
    Santa takes the Misses for couple's massage at a spa in Cancun then pops over to Havana, Cuba for a round of Cuba Libre's (rum & coke), then they settle down for the night in Belize where taxes for seniors are really reasonable until they are rested, renewed, and recharged after several weeks of hatha yoga classes and gournet vegetarian fare. Ommmmm...

  66. I say Happy Valentine's day and welcome back. Well, I'll say that on valentine's day. Today I grab Lyn by the back of her winter coat, spin her around and give her a face wash too! Take that!
    OOOHHHHH that is cold down my front.
    Take the chill off my hot body.
    Everyone who comes to our roasts are as young as they feel. In your heart you are what you want to be! And here both fit those dresses like we had them made for you. Hubba, hubba!! You might just need on of those protective devices by the end of this day!!!

  67. Oooh Mary - don't think you're safe - I'll get you!

    I imagine it would be a culture shock, Linda!

    Hi lizarnboldbooks - what a great idea, LOL, I wish Santaand Mrs K would take us with them!

  68. Girls, never leave home without those unmentionibles. GRIN

  69. It was really sweet of Santa to take Mrs. Claus on a trip! It's Magic tells you he loves those sports resorts and outdoor settings! He's a flashy dresser, too.

  70. Sister Sharon, you're so right - and so wise! Say no more! *Grin*

  71. You mean my boobs Sharon? How can I leave home without those babies?
    I don't know what you are talking about.
    Lyn I know you will get me. That is part of the fun, screaming when someone gets you good!

  72. I never knew that about Santa, Bobbye!

  73. While Mrs Klaus is away Santa will play!!!

  74. You know he uses the name Maxwell Magic off-season. he believes being flashy makes him inconspicuous. I mean, everyone's used to the red suit. It's a nice change of pace.

  75. Well, he doesn't take any foil wrappers with him when Mrs. Claus isn't with him.

  76. Bobby and Linda, a Valentines party sounds awesome and we all resemble ageless goddesses here at the Rand T

  77. And we aren't wet anymore. I'm back my dress and we all look just so sexy and adorable too!
    I love parties and I love Christmas. I was born on Christmas! I love snow, people think I'm crazy!

  78. I love snow too! (Beats British rain any day!) I love Christmas!

    Yes our Mary was a little Christmas baby - not so little any more, of course!

  79. Now, now. She fits in the dress wonderfully.

  80. Lyn and Mary are squabbling so intently they never spy the two flying snowballs soar right into their open pie holes. Sharon takes a sweeping bow.

  81. Blah, blah, spit, drool, I'll get you my pretty!!!

  82. Glooph, splutter. Oh it's a fight you want eh? ( love my dear sister-hostesses, but I don't take snowball fights lying down!)

    A huge snowball flies through the air and Lyn falls flat on her back in the snow.

  83. I love Christmas too and all the glitter. Speaking of which, it's light up night in Pittsburgh tonight. Sadly, no snow.

  84. Yeppers, Mary's our Christmas baby and baby, how those jugs have grown with a little enhancing silicone.

  85. Bravo Sharon!
    (She's a poet - but she doesn't mow it! LOL)

  86. What I can't figure out is why you grew that huge butt? The rest of you is sooooo normal!
    I hate birthdays! I stopped looking forward to them when I turned 21. It hasn't been that long, but I want to stop aging!
    Whap! A whole load of snow falls onto Mary, Sharon rigged the roof!
    Not only is Lyn on her back as usual, (for different reasons this time), and buried under all that snow. I can't move I'm buried to my neck! Lyn use those huge feet and kick your way out to save us! Ouch, I felt that kick, not me, up, up, we need to get out of this pile of snow and team up and pelt Sharon with nice, firm, snow balls!!!

  87. She is such a wise guy, but that is one of the things we love about her. Sharon, run, run fast, run far, when I get outta this pile I'mmmm. Mughm mleahhh, more snow falling!!!

  88. As nighttime falls over the sky,the evergreens twinkle like dshooting stars and the world is born a new. Sharon and Mary and Lyn stop dead in their snowball fight to gape...then resume battle.

  89. Knock me down in the snow. I won't feel a thing and will slide all the way home on my sweet little Bertha Big Butt. Hahaha

  90. Actually it's quite comfy lying here in the snow, but ooh, my tiny feet are frozen!

    Oh I must *hic* have had just a teeny weeny drop too much of Oliverrt's chocolate Martini.

    I meant Sharon's a poet but she doesn't KNOW it!

  91. Holy heck, hywela Lyn's been buried alive in a snowdrift. Let's tickle her toes and see if she's dead or alive. How embarressing to have those grade A large toes sticking up like frozen popsicles for the whole world to remember her by.

  92. HA, HA, HA Oooh stop it! All at once thre's a huge eruption of snow. like an avalanch, and Mary and Sharon are covered in the stuff, like snowmen! Lyn stands and shakes the remaining snow off her.

    Tee hee, you two, serve you right Mary - I'm really, really ticklish,
    especially on my little tootsies!

  93. Lyn, where are your shoes. You are gonna get frostbite. Ohhh, who is that hot guy rubbing your tootsies? Help, we need help to get out. What happens if plastic freezes?
    Oh shoot!
    Hey, Sharon stop laughing your big butt off and help us out.
    What, Na, Na, Na, Na, Na.
    You know if we freeze our parts off. That could cause problems. Oh Oliver, You are gonna pay for laughing.
    Help someone, Bobbye, Linda, helllllppppppp!!!
    Oh good hot chocolate, that oughta do it Oliver. You big lug, help us out!
    Finally, thanks, let's get Sharon!!! Let me go Oliver, I just want to thank her.
    Oliver!!!!!! You stink!!! Sharon has you trained better then my doggie!

  94. If they were so darn little you wouldn't have been able to dig yourself out like a Backhoe!!
    Those things are just unbelievable, like massive snow shovels. What do you mean, whatever works...
    The three Hostess's despite their dresses begin an all out cat fight in the snow. Flying snow fills the air like a thick fog. The girls are hysterical laughing.
    Gosh, we have fun!!!

  95. Lyn falls about laughing.

    How could you say gorgeous Oliver stinks Mary? Especially when he's brought us this lovely hot creamy chocolate - at least it'll stop your silicone melting!

  96. I fear it's the martinis and not the ht chocolate that's doing it. Tell me the truth, Oliber, what's in the hot chocolate anyway? Just as I thought!

  97. LOL Bobbye, I think you may be right.

    What's that Oliver? You put a wee dram of brandy in the chocolate to warm us up? I see, well thank you. *hic*

  98. Mary, Lyn, and Sharon pelt Bobbye with snow balls. And for someone so tipsy she sure can throw a mean curve ball!
    Bobbye aims for Sharon, hits the backend target. Lyn and hits the side of her foot. And then Mary, right down the front of her. The girls all laugh harder and throw more snowballs!! Chaos ensues! All the guests are throwing snowballs. By the way, Oliver doesn't smell, it stinks he always helps Sharon!!!

  99. Wee dram, most of a bottle! Hic. How could I have missed the taste?

  100. Be quiet. I used to be an amateur softball player. Another perfect target. Splat down!

  101. Happy party day. The after work crowd is out not. Hi everyone, grab some of this chocolate stuff and roll your snowballs, get your snow ammmo ready!! The nite is young, you can party in the chalet of join in the snow thing. We've built snow forts!

  102. Wow, what a shot. You took two people down with one shot!!!

  103. Sigh, it may be early in our time zone folks, but it's gone midnight in this dimension! So I'm gonna have to leave the party soon. Hate to leave though - I'll be back tomorrow! meanwhile, take that -and that - and that! Lyn pelts everyone with snowballs and dives behind Oliver to drink her cocoa!

    Bobbye and Linda, you're wonderful guests of honor, enjoy the rest of your party - just dont scoff all that cake - leave some for me when I get back!

  104. Well I'm gonna go change and I have to tell you today just flew by!
    I hope you all had fun and we'll see you in the morning!!!
    Linda and Bobbye, you both are wonderful, thanks for coming and playing along. I hope you sell tons of books!!!
    Mary runs as Sharon chases her with a huge icy snow gall!

  105. Absolutely lovely decorations, ladies! I adored the excerpt of "It's Magic". It sounds wonderful. I'm also going to store away the "how to get a cookie shoved in your mouth" tip from Mary. When I sing, it sounds like a cat's caught in the screen door! I should make out like a bandit. ;-)

  106. I have had a blast here. You ladies know how to throw a party and make the guests never want to leave.

    Sorry about the sappiness. It must be the Martinis and the spiked hot chocolate that's make me emotional.

  107. I've enjoyed this thoroughly and will wake up occasionally for more visitors. Feeling sleepy again from the snowball fight. Yawn! Time for some more food.

    Thanks again ladies. Pleasant dreams!

  108. I just gained 10 pounds with all the fab food, and now my gown is too tight.

    Bobbye, you just made my to-be-read list longer.

  109. Mary,
    The calories are taken out tonight. :) I hope you read it,especially now, as it ends on Christmas. It's meant to be a warm fuzzy book. Would love a review on Amazon. ;)

  110. Lyn wakes up underneath the Christmas tree.

    Huh, what am I doing here? Guests lie ranged around the floor, most of them in a heap on the rug in front of the fireplace, where the yule log still gives out a warming glow.

    Oooh what a party, what a night! What fun we had!

    Good morning Mary M and Maeve, thanks for joining the party.

    Bobbye and Linda, we enjoyed hosting your party so much, you've been such sports nd so much fun.

    Now - I hear Oliver making breakfast, race you to the kitchen!

  111. Sharon wakes up and smells bacon. Gets up to run in and beat the crowd but gets plowed down by Lyn's giant clodhoppers and tumbles on her petite little butt and lands on top of Bobby, Linda and the nasty Ricksen chick. Air hisses as it deflates out of her fake jugs. Just another Roast and Toast folks. Until next week.

  112. You'll beat me. I'm limping along with a head supporting a poor Reggae Band practicing. I need aspirin, a lot of aspirin, plus an unending supply of Diet Coke. Yes, I take my morning caffeine that way instead of coffee. Your Martinis are killers, and my view of hot chocolate has forever been altered forever.

  113. Bobbye uncurls at foot of sofa. Yawn. No headache, thankfully. You guys didn't stay awake for Oliver's secret remedy drink. But it makes me starved. I'll beat you Lyn!

  114. LOL, you're on Bobbye, trust OLiver to give the Guest of Honour his secret recipe and forget about the Hostesses. Wait til Sharon get's hold of him!

  115. Yikes Linda, you mean Oliver gave the remedy to Bobbye and not to you as well? He's defininitely going to be in Sharon's bad books! Come and have some breakfast it might help you to feel better!

  116. Love the magic glitter on the cover!!

  117. Hi Susan, yes, those sparkles give the cover a very magical look,don't they!

  118. Wow, what a hangover I have. Moan, groan, I just woke up. What remedy?
    Quick I need some bad! I can't think, my head is killing me. I don't even drink. Hey!!!! Someone spiked the punch!
    Thanks Oliver, Gulp, gulp. Wow the sun is shining on that snow so bright it adds to the glitter like a natural decoration. I love snow, it's so clean and white, sparkly, cold and fresh! Ah, what a day!!!
    Hey, you guys are drinking already! And the place is hoppin'!
    A Christmas party is so fun!!

  119. 'Course it is Bobbye, you're absolutely right!

    Mary, let me help you up dear. Folks have been stepping round you all day.

    Yes, sun and snow and Christmas spirit. Who could ask for more?

  120. Hello...Do you have any of that wonderful food left? A drink maybe? I am parched. Congrats on your book. It sounds wonderful. I say Santa goes to vacation at Beaches where he can and Mrs Santa can can relax on the beach with pina' colotas(sp?)that have little umbrellas in them.
    Sue B

  121. Hi there Sue - no you're not too late at all - there's plenty of food still in the fridge, and the Roast never runs out of drinks, help yourself to whatever you fancy.

    Sounds like a great vacation for Santa!