July's Thunder Moon...

It's funny. I love living on the west coast, but there's one thing I miss more than anything else...thunderstorms. One of my favourite things to do is sit on the porch and watch the lightning flash across the sky as the thunder booms overhead. You can actually see the line of clouds as it rolls across the landscape, the varying shades of grey and black playing off the wisps of white.

But out here on Vancouver Island, we rarely get thunderstorms... just the way our lovely island sits, I suppose. Don't get me wrong, we get lots of rain, but as we're on the west side of the mountains, we just don't get the majestic storms forming out here. However, while it might not be the thunder moon out here, July is definitely turning out to be the rain moon... which is close enough for me. I've never seen it rain so much in the summer as it has this year. And I mean all-day only stops for about twenty minutes kind of rain. Even the dog gives up after a while and comes inside... yeah, puddles, we got 'em.

While it's a pain in the butt, it's a great backdrop for my new story out with Resplendence... Snare: Thunder Moon. It's book seven in the Phases collection, and my second contribution to the series. I have to admit, it's been a blast writing the stories for this theme...nobel animals, feisty heroines and lip-smaking heros... who wouldn't love giving their leading lady two drool-worthy men to adore her and see to her every need...and I mean every need.

Unlike my first book... Coyote Savage... the lovely lady is the shifter in this novella, and to say she's a wildcat isn't an understatement. Here's the blurb and a quick excerpt...

July’s thunder moon is holding true to its name. But will the rash of lightning reveal more than just the landscape?

Veterinarian and bobcat shifter Tayen Locke has devoted her life to saving animals, but a rise in poaching has spurred her down another path. She’s been spending her free time in her animal form, searching the nearby forest for illegal traps. She’s well aware of the risks—she just never thought she’d end up snared by her potential mates.

Rangers Quinn Harrington and Rogan James know exactly what they want...they just don’t know how to convince Tayen it’s her. Ever since they moved to town two years ago, they’ve had their sights set on the sexy vet, who for the last six months has turned down every offer they’ve made. Though they know she’s interested, they’re losing hope she’ll ever change her mind. But an unexpected storm changes the nature of the game. It seems Tayen’s been keeping a secret, and now that the cat’s out of the bag, literally, there’s no where left for Tayen to run—except straight into their arms.

“Come on, Tayen. We’ve been asking you out for six months straight. Surely you know we’re serious.” Rogan James crossed his arms over his chest, hoping to use his height to his advantage. Hell, he’d use any trick in the book if it meant Tayen would finally say yes. “You’re running out of excuses. Either you’ll have to go to dinner with us, or move.”

Tayen laughed, her lilting voice sending shivers down his spine. God, all she had to do was smile or talk, and his heart jackhammered in his chest followed closely by a tight feeling in his groin. Thank God his ranger jacket hid the bulge in his pants that seemed to be a constant companion whenever the woman was in the same room.

Tayen stopped shifting papers and turned to look at him. “It’s not that I don’t appreciate the offer, it’s just—”

“Just what?” Rogan stepped forward, halting a couple of steps away. “You’ve got an animal in need of your assistance? You have some lab results that will go up in flames if you don’t read them in the next hour?” He fisted one hand at his side. “You’re washing your hair?”

Indecision flickered in her eyes, and Rogan nearly jumped for joy.

Tayen sighed and leaned back against the counter, her fingers twitching nervously. God, she was beautiful. With flowing, chestnut hair that cascaded down her back, and delicate features set in a perfectly shaped face, she was more than tempting. Her petite frame was accentuated by lean muscles and girlish curves, which gave the impression of tightly coiled strength just waiting to pounce. The entire imagery made him feel as if he was looking at a wild animal, whose beauty and grace hid lethal claws hidden beneath a tranquil façade.

She cleared her throat, swallowing uneasily. “You both know I’m technically on call until midnight. If there’s an emergency, I’d have to come back immediately. And I just got back the results from the blood samples I sent in regarding what kind of poison nearly killed the Mayor’s dog.” A smile tugged at her lips as she looked at him. “But if it’s any consolation, I washed my hair this morning.”

Rogan heard Quinn curse under his breath as the man joined them near the back of the clinic. His eyes were narrowed and Rogan sensed the man’s impatience.

Quinn stuffed his hands in his pockets, his gaze never leaving Tayen’s. “Okay, let’s cut through all the bullshit and get to the bare facts. Do you really think we thrive on asking the same woman out, month after month, only to get turned down? Do you think we’d keep asking if we didn’t believe there was something special going on?” He strode forward, trapping her between his arms as he palmed the counter on either side of her waist. “You can joke about this and hide from it if you like, but you can’t deny there’s a connection between us that doesn’t come along every day.”

Rogan watched as Quinn sighed and rested his forehead on Tayen’s, his breath fluttering the wisps of hair around her face. She closed her eyes, and for a moment, Rogan thought Quinn had finally broken through, but she snagged her lip instead and crossed her arms over her chest.

Quinn eased back, giving Rogan a pleading look as he moved beside him. Rogan didn’t need to say anything. He already knew what the other man was thinking. After years of fighting their desire to share women, they’d finally come to terms with their unique situation and had thought Tayen might be the one woman to fulfill both their needs. But her continual avoidance had just about destroyed any hope of convincing her they were worth the risk.

Tayen looked away before taking a deep breath and meeting Quinn’s gaze. She attempted a smile as she pushed herself off the counter and took a step toward them. “It’s not as simple as you think it is.”

Quinn motioned to Rogan. “Is it because there are two of us? Are you too freaked out to consider something others might consider…unorthodox?”

Tayen shook her head. “It’s not that.”

Quinn threw his hands up. “Then what?”

Tayen snorted in seeming annoyance and stomped one foot on the floor. “Let’s just say that things aren’t always what they appear to be.”

Rogan stepped forward, knowing it was now or never. “Then let’s make it perfectly clear. Quinn and I want to take you out to dinner. After that, we’re hoping that things will follow the natural progression. But make no mistake. We aren’t looking for a quick threesome—fuck you one night then forget your name the next. We want you…in our lives. Hell, after two years as friends, I’d like to think we’ve earned a bit more respect than thinking we’re out for a one-night stand.”

Something akin to pain flashed in her eyes, and an inkling of fear raised the hairs on the back of his neck. He eased forward and reached for her hand, relieved when she closed her fingers over his.

He smiled and tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. “We’ll take it slow, if that’s what you need. We’re talking dinner…you know, a burger and fries. Maybe some cheesecake for dessert. Then we’ll walk you back here, where we’ll see you safely inside before we go home. No pressure, no expectations.”

Tayen pursed her lips together, and he had to will his body to stay rooted to the spot and not leap forward to take those perfectly pouted lips with his. She must have performed some kind of surgery on an animal this afternoon because he could still smell the light scent of soap along her arms.

He gave her his best smile. “Come on, doc. Even a vet needs to eat.”

She cocked her head, glancing at Quinn over his shoulder. A long sigh filled the room and she shook her head, rolling her eyes in the process. “I suppose I could go for a burger and fries.” She squeezed his hand. “Just let me get—”

Her words were cut off by a blast of static from Quinn’s radio. Rogan cursed and turned to his friend, but Quinn’s face already spoke volumes. The man grunted then palmed the radio, speaking into the mic with a grating tone that was impossible to miss.

Another wave of static filled the room before a voice reverberated through the device. “Sorry to bug you boys, Quinn, but we just got a report of some explosions going off at Faller Creek. A recreational rider out on his ATV said he saw a couple of men down at the river. He thinks they’re setting off dynamite…in the river.”

“Oh for the love of God.” said Quinn. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“It could be those poachers you two have been trying to track down.”

Quinn sighed and looked at Rogan. Rogan could only laugh. They finally get Tayen to say yes, and they have to ditch her to track down a couple of wayward hunters. He gazed over at her, unsure if it was relief or disappointment in her eyes.

She gave them a sympathetic smile and motioned toward the door with her hand. “Go. You know your minds will be dwelling on the job if you think about doing anything else. I’ll take a rain check.”

Quinn slammed his free hand down on the counter as he pressed the button on the mic. “We’re on our way. Send the coordinates to the truck’s GPS and we’ll see if we can finally catch these creeps.” He was still mumbling under his breath as he stalked toward the door, pausing when he reached the threshold. He turned back, his gaze narrowed on Tayen. “Don’t think for one second this changes your decision. You said ‘yes’ and we’re holding you to that…dinner for three.”

Tayen nodded, though Rogan could see the apprehension in her eyes. He knew she was attracted to them, it was the one reason they’d kept asking her out, but there was something keeping her from jumping in. And he’d bet a month’s worth of pay it wasn’t her fear over a threesome. It was something much deeper…

He joined Quinn at the door, smiling back at her as he opened it. He’d already walked through when her voice stopped him.

“Be careful.”

Quinn nudged him in the ribs as they both stared at her.

“We will,” said Rogan before adding, “is that really what you wanted to say?”

She toed the floor, looking as if she couldn’t decide whether to say more or just dart away. Finally, her gaze met theirs again. “I’m not what you think I am.”

“Right. You’re not smart, funny, beautiful, charming, compassionate…you’re a complete mystery.”

“Not that, Rogan. I mean…I’m different.”

Rogan smiled. “Then I guess we’ll just have to discover all your secrets for ourselves.” He saluted as he turned to leave. “Stay dry, darling. Looks like there’s another storm on the way…guess this month is living up to its name of Thunder Moon. We’ll be by tomorrow.” He blew her a kiss as he closed the door, the distant rumble of thunder mirroring his displeasure. He glanced at Quinn, knowing his friend was thinking the same thing—God help the poachers if they got anywhere near them tonight.

As much as I love the rain, I'm hoping for a few days without the wet stuff... but at least my grass is green. I just can't mow it. I hope you enjoyed a peak at my new story. Have a great summer.

Our Summer Solstice Contest is Here!

Hi all. I know I missed last month, but this month, I've got some exciting news.

Six sexy authors (including me... yeah, let me dream) have decided to do a Summer Solstice giveaway. Now without spoiling it all, here's the banner I made for the special event, and all the info you need to know to enter.

And now that I've got your attention... here are the fine-line details.

Six sexy authors of erotic romance are coming together with a fabulous giveaway this summer solstice! And entering couldn't be simpler. Just visit each of our blogs beginning June 14th, and leave a comment on the contest post with:

* your name (or user name) and contact email, and

* your top two (2) choices from the author's backlist to kick-start your E-Reader library should you win.

Contest will close at Noon ET on Tuesday, June 21st, 2011, and a winner will be drawn at 1:16pm ET from all the readers who commented on all six blogs:

Gwendolyn Cease at Gwendolyn Cease's Blog

Suzanne Graham at Suzanne Graham's Blog

Bronwyn Green at Bronwyn Green's Blog

Jessica Jarman at Jessica Jarman's Blog

Kris Norris at Kris Norris' Blog

Devon Rhodes at Devon Rhodes' Blog

The Grand Prize winner will receive their choice of a brand new Nook Wi Fi 3G or a Kindle 3G with Wi Fi plus two ebooks of their choice from each author!

Second Prize will be winner's choice of two ebooks from each author's backlist...that's 12 new books!

Third Prize will be winner's choice of one ebook from each author's backlist for a total of 6 books!

More surprises and prizes at each blog, so what are you waiting for? When summer hits its height, you could be the winner!!

Details:

* In order to be eligible for the drawing, you must leave a comment at each of the six blogs with your email address and choice of two books. We're sorry, but anyone who misses a blog or forgets to leave their contact info will be disqualified.

* All comments must be posted by 12:00 Noon, ET, on June 21st.

* Valid entry comments must be in response to the official Contest post on each blog, although we also welcome comments on other posts, so feel free to poke around!

* The E-Reader will be shipped to the winner's house. Ebooks will be emailed separately to the winner.

* Winner must respond to Jessica within three days or an alternate winner will be announced.

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So here we go! Check out my books and decide which two you want! There are links by genre just below my blog header, which will take you to a page with all the blurbs. You can also click on the covers along my left sidebar to go to the publishers' websites for blurbs, excerpts and reviews. I'll also be drawing a few random non-winners for extra prizes after the contest is over. :D

To enter, just comment below with your name and contact email and which two of my books you would like to win! Optional to add, do you have anything you are really looking forward to this summer?? Then visit the other five blogs and cross your fingers!

GOOD LUCK!!

Tongue Tied

Well, you'd think that with a life that seems to go forward at mach 5, I'd have endless things to chat about. But alas, I'm finding it hard to pinpoint a subject to discuss. No one wants to hear authors go on and on about the same releases, and since I don't have a new one for a couple of months, well...I'm not going to keep beating the same book.

So... I suppose you're stuck with a non-writing post. More of an update in the life and times of, well, me!

I've come to the conclusion that getting older sucks. I thought I was in pretty good shape until I started ramping up my workouts for a race I'm doing this summer. It's a seven day, multi-stage mountain bike race across the continental divid of Canada... it's pretty hard core, and I thought I had a decent base already...yeah right. That was until I started adding the kilometres to my ride and decided to take a core/step class from hell. It was quite an eye-opener to discover, I have a lot of work ahead of me... tons, really. I can only hope I have enough time to kick my sorry butt into some serious shape.

Another reason getting old sucks... I swear I'm tired all the time. I remember being able to stay up for four days and bounce back on some caffeine and chocolate. Now, these only put me to sleep and add inches to my waistline. Whatever happened to being able to pull an all-nighter without needing a week to recover? Where did that endless energy of youth go? I suppose it disappeared with the birth of my kids, along with other things I used to have...a memory, spare time, a house that didn't look as if a hurricane just blew through. And how is it all the stuff your kids do takes ten times more of your time up than anything you do? I swear school isn't half as long as it used to be for us. By the time I cart them off and return, go for a ride and have a shower, they're practically coming back in the door! I need 30 hours each day and 10 days in a week just to keep up, let alone make any headway on all my to-do list. Sigh...

On a positive note, school is nearing an end and summer will soon be upon us. I love summer...no lunches to pack to rushing all over the place trying to make practices and games on time... I'm quite time challenged, so this is a daily feat... However next year will be even worse. Kyle got into a great academy, but it's the farthest school from where we live... looks like my driving time is getting longer.

Well, that's about it for me. I do have some nice news...I got two great reviews for Coyote Savage: Hunger Moon... one of them being a top pick from Night Owl Romance. As you can imagine, I'm thrilled...always nice to get a good review. Anyway, here's hoping there are more to come. I hope you look forward to the other books in the Moon Phases collection... there are so many good ones out already and more talented authors yet to release a book...so keep looking.

Hope you all have a great Easter next weekend and I'll see you again soon.

Kris Norris

Romancing life, one adventure at a time.

The Year of the...Coyote?

Okay, so it's really the year of the rabbit. Unfortunately, rabbits are part of my new shifter book, but coyotes are. And not just one...two handsome, ripped men who are just as mischievous out of their fur, as in it.

Yes, I have a new release: Coyote Savage: Hunger Moon, which is book two in the Phases collection. Phases is a fabulous concept. Imagine six writers, all creating shifter books centered around the different full moons throughout the year... and you're almost there. Add to it, multiple partners and wham... you've got the Phases collection.

Last year I was fortunate enough to be invited to be part of this idea with five other rock-star authors... yeah, I'm not quite sure who let me backstage, but I'm running with it. Brynn Paulin, Bronwyn Green, Mia Watts, Abigail Barnette and Cheryl Dragon are the amazing ladies who tip the celebrity scales, and I'm in there for good measure, lol. And each month, one of us will add a new story to the mix, whether it be M/F/M or M/F/M/M or M/M/M, you're sure to find something that catches your eye, and your other senses.

Now keep in mind. These babies are hot! Definitely not for those looking for soft romance. The Phases books heat up the pages, so don't be surprised if your fire alarm goes off. But it's all in the best ways possible.

So, on to my addition to the series. Coyote Savage. I picked coyotes because I wanted an animal that didn't get a lot of screen time and one that was really misunderstood. Yes, they can be a problem for farmers if their food supply is put in jeopardy, but they're survivors, and that's what really drew me to them. Despite numerous efforts to exterminate them, they're thriving... and their population is growing. This is partially do to the decimation of many wolf packs, but also because they are intelligent and adaptable. Definitely a Darwin animal.

So here's the blurb and a quick excerpt. I hope you enjoy...

February's full moon is rising, only this year, it's bringing a new brand of hunger...

For coyote shifters Caden and Talon Brady, the upcoming hunger moon has ignited a different kind of appetite. They've been waiting several years for a chance to court their intended mate, and now that she's finally in their sights, they'll stop at nothing to win her over. But when local livestock start disappearing, their coyote refuge is put in the hot seat, and more than just their way of life is suddenly in jeopardy.

Sheriff Rebecca Savage never planned on returning to Beckit Falls, or for falling for two handsome men. But fate seems to have different plans for her. Unfortunately not all of them are sexy and look fantastic in jeans. The local mayor is trying to run the Brady boys and their coyote refuge out of town. Nothing seems to make sense, but when she starts digging deeper, a new danger rises with the full moon—one that just might get them all killed.

Excerpt: Chapter Two

Caden Brady skidded the truck backwards then headed down the driveway, slamming his hand on the steering wheel. He saw his brother wince out of the corner of his eye, but it didn’t matter. He knew Talon was just as pissed as he was, the only difference was that Talon was still thinking about getting into Rebecca’s pants, instead of worrying about how they were going to stop good, old Mayor Carson from stealing their ranch out from underneath them. The man had been hounding them for nearly two years, and if this latest stunt got enough public support, he might just succeed in getting their refuge permits revoked and their ranch closed down.

“You know, Caden, if you don’t stop frowning like that, your mouth might stay that way. And you’d look pretty stupid in your coyote form with that look stuck on your snout.”

Caden huffed and gave Talon a hardened stare. “Perhaps you should spend more time thinking about how we’re going to stop Mayor Carson from stealing our land and a bit less about how you’re going to convince Rebecca to join us in bed.”

Talon shrugged, glancing at her Jeep following close behind. “Go ahead and brush it off, but I know you feel the pull of the moon as much as I do. Hell, it was all I could do to scent the kill site over Rebecca’s pheromones, and even then I was too distracted to decipher anything remotely useful. It’s mid-February—the height of mating season—and it’s been forever since we even had sex, let alone thought about taking a mate.” He nodded at the slight tremble in Caden’s hands. “It’s time to face facts, bro. Either we find a way to get Rebecca to see us as more than just a couple of awkward teens she used to know and accept us as her mates, or what happens to the ranch won’t really matter...we’re dying inside without her.”

Caden sighed at the hurt expression on Talon’s face, looking back at the endless white road. They’d known years ago, when Rebecca had first moved to town with her father, that shewas their intended mate. But being eighteen with their shifting abilities still new, they hadn’t been able to do more than watch her from afar before she’d headed off to university.

He grunted, choosing not to meet Talon’s gaze. “Well, if you have any suggestions, I’d love to hear them. Otherwise, it’d serve us better to get our heads out of her pants and on the task at hand.”

Talon growled. “I swear, if Darrin puts one finger on her—”

“We’re not about to let anything happen to her. But if we want to keep her safe, we need to know why Carson and his son are so hell-bent on getting our ranch. I just can’t see his hatred toward coyotes being his only motivation. I think he’s using it as an excuse—one the town council will believe.” He gave Talon a sly smile. “You know how much folks here distrust coyotes.”

Talon nodded toward Rebecca’s Jeep. “From the way Darrin was talking, it doesn’t sound as if Rebecca shares those views.”

“Well, we’d better hope she fucking loves them, or there’s not a hope in hell she’ll agree to sleep with us.” He shook his head. “Damn, I don’t even know if she’d be into two normal guys at once, let alone a couple of misfits like us.”

“Only one way to find out.”

Caden chuckled. “You always did have more luck than sense. But perhaps instead of blindsiding her for a threesome, we can get an idea of her feelings while she’s looking around the compound. She can’t hide from us forever.”

Caden prayed he was right as he turned up the dirt road that led to their ranch. Even with the windows up, he could hear the high-pitched yips of the animals residing within their compound. Though it was rare to see coyotes in their natural habitat, the animals pranced along the fence edging their land, as the truck rolled to a stop.

He jumped out and took a deep, soothing breath. The smell of pine and winter infused his senses, but they weren’t enough to mask the scent of each coyote in their pack. The animals whined at the fence, and he finally managed a smile. Their unconditional love and respect always humbled him and he found himself standing at the enclosure, down on one knee as he greeted his native brothers.

“Wow. I didn’t realize they were so tame.”

Rebecca’s voice snapped his focus back, and he quickly pushed to his feet, taking two steps back. He stared as she neared the fence, her eyes wide, but unafraid, her attention on the dark-brown male watching her from behind the wire. The animal pawed at the ground, but didn’t move, looking at her with the same intensity it did him and Talon. Caden eased his fingers around her arm, keeping her from getting too close.

“They aren’t usually that good with others. They recognize Talon and me, but generally growl at strangers.”

Rebecca raised her eyebrow at him, looking back at the coyote still standing by the fence. A slow smile spread across her face, and she brushed off his hand, bending down on one knee as she eased closer to the animal. “Guess he doesn’t see me as a stranger.”

Caden chuckled, eyeing the animal, but it simply tilted its head and sat on its hunches, wagging its tail. “Looks like you’ve made a friend.” Caden knelt beside her, jabbing her playfully in the ribs. “Or should we be worried that you’ve been sneaking around here at night, playing with our coyotes?”

Rebecca laughed, following his lead when he stood up and joined Talon by the truck. Caden moved so they formed a triangle, allowing her just enough space that she wouldn’t feel smothered.

Talon motioned toward the large male coyote still waiting nearby. “Is it just me, or are you part coyote?”

Rebecca glanced at the animal. “Well, they are cunning hunters with exceptional adaptability, so I’ll gladly be half coyote.” She snorted and crossed her arms on her chest. “Not all of us share Darrin’s perspective...or his father’s. If they had their way, there wouldn’t be any predators left in the wild.”

Caden merely nodded, too overwhelmed by the simple beauty of her to care where the conversation was headed. He drank in her features, starting with the cascading waves of chestnut hair, loosely tied at the sides. He hadn’t seen it fully down since she’d returned, and he longed to run his hands through the silky tresses, wrapping the strands around his fingers as his brother peppered kisses along her shoulders and back, skimming her skin until she moaned for more and finally took his aching cock deep into her velvety mouth.

Pressure built inside his crotch, and he cursed under his breath for allowing his thoughts to get him hard...as if he hadn’t been hard for her for the past several years, the last one being

the toughest. Having her in town, but not at their side, had taken a toll on both men, and he realized Talon was right. If they didn’t get Rebecca to accept them for who, and what they were, what happened to the land, and the refuge, wouldn’t matter. They’d fade into nothing without her.

Thanks for checking the blog out and see you next month.

Another Year Over...

And a new one just begun...

Okay, so I was going to do a post reflecting on the year's accomplishments, but hey, it's Christmas, so I decided to do a more fun-filled tribute to my 'favourite' memories of Christmases past.

Snoopy and Woodstock... who doesn't love those fabulous Charlie Brown cartoons where Snoopy and Woodstock decorate Snoopy's doghouse or a tree...with Snoopy standing on Woodstock's head. And let's not forget the famous, Charlie Brown tree...a true meaning of Christmas.

The Home Alone series...okay, so it's not as touching as Charlie Brown, but nothing says Christmas quite like Kevin getting himself into trouble. I love those two movies and my kids and I watch them ever year.

Finding the perfect tree...this year we managed to select one in less than thirty minutes! Usually we spend over a hour tramping around the tree farm moving from one tree to the next, only to end up back at the first one we'd looked at. But it's time well spent.

Johnny Mathis...isn't it funny how we seem to still listen to the same Christmas carols we grew up on? I never listen to some artists the rest of the year (much more of a Nickelback and Daughty kind of girl) but when it comes to Christmas songs, it's got to be Johnny Mathis, the Carpenters and all those TV classic songs.

Gingerbread cookies...awww the smell of gingerbread baking in the oven. Several years back I was fortunate enough to come across a fabulous recipe that uses honey instead of molasses...these are the best cookies I've ever tasted. No bitter aftertaste and a nice golden colour. Strange how I only ever make them before Christmas, though I'm sure the kids would love to have them throughout the year. But it's just one of those 'traditions' we seem to save for a certain time of the year.

Opening one present of Christmas Eve. This is a tradition my parents did and I've continued. Not sure why it's so special for the kids, but getting to pick one present to open when they're just dying to open them all is a special treat and one I love to watch... unless of course they get the all dreaded 'socks' parcel... yeah, nothing quite kills the moment like a box full of socks...

And finally... how nearly everyone you meet is just a bit nicer this time of year. How the snow is more of a treasure than a burden and how everything just glimmers and shines.

Christmas has always been my favourite holiday. I love seeing the kids get all excited... how decorating a tree and cutting out cookies seems to hold more interest than the xbox. How a simple snowball fight can make your other worries melt away and how a cup of hot chocolate can soothe any soul.

So this is my wish...a very happy holiday to all, no matter what you celebrate or how you do it. May the stars shine just a bit brighter and your heart soar with them.

Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night.

Kris

Something HAWT on this cold, cold day

Hello. Jennifer Johnson here welcoming December with you. And Brrr, it's snowing right now. What better way to warm up than with a few hot pictures of some good looking men.

First up. Hugh Jackman. He didn't turn me on so much in the X Men movies, but he does the best Curly I've ever seen in Oklahoma. And I've seen lots of versions of that play in both movie and live form.



This is Jamie Durie. I think he's Australian, and he does landscaping. Who cares what he does? Isn't he cute? Hey, Jamie, come on ovah and talk to me, why don't ya while you're planting my flowers (insert lecherous laughter here).


This is a local guy who obviously paid a photographer a lot of money to make some hawt pictures of him. Money well spent, I think, as it made me want to be his Facebook friend and also got me to put him up here at Resplendence. Who knows? Maybe one day he'll be on the cover of a book.


Next up? Mike Rowe of Dirty Jobs fame.

Why do I love to look at Mike? Because he's funny, and he isn't afraid to get his hands dirty. He can also sing very well though you don't see that side of him very often on the show. Oh, Mikey! If I had a dirty job, I sure would want you by my side doing it with me.

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