Tina Newcomb writes heartwarming stories of second chances, new beginnings, and happy endings. She is not a plotter and loves to see where her characters will take her. Learn more about Tina and her books at her website.
Some of my favorite things…
I’m dating myself when I admit reading Charles M. Schulze’s Happiness is a Warm Puppy back in the 1960s. I’ve been thinking about happiness a lot lately. I’m a pretty positive person in general and can find happiness in simple things.
Happiness to me is the first day it’s finally warm enough to open the windows to allow the spring breeze admittance. Happiness is the first fonts of flowers pushing up through the dirt or the buds on the trees unfurling their new coats of green. Happiness is a beautiful monarch landing on the butterfly bush next to the patio. Happiness is remembering to take out the trashcans before the garbage truck comes around the corner. Happiness is a new bra, a swimming suit—that fits, losing a pound or five. Happiness is a clean house, rain hitting the windows, a pile of autumn leaves, the first snowfall of the winter. Happiness is hearing a song on the radio that makes me smile. Happiness is a hug from a friend, a call from one of my kids.
Happiness is typing “The End”.
Happiness is hearing my grandson say, “I love you, Grandma.”
Happiness is my husband and I laughing hysterically over something that isn’t really funny, but, if we don’t laugh, we may cry.
Happiness is family around the Thanksgiving table, a blaze in the fireplace, a bubble bath with an I-can’t-put-it-down book.
Happiness is that moment when you feel something deep in your chest that tells you a higher power is looking out for you.
Happiness for me now is a lot different that it was as a child. One of the happiest memories from childhood was the day I learned to ride a bike. Happiness then was camping trips, throwing rocks into a lake, tubing down the river. Happiness was all the hours I spent at the neighborhood swimming pool. Utter happiness was the first time I did a back dive that didn’t include a belly flop.
This month, happiness will be finishing NaNoWriMo with 50,000 words. Next month, happiness will be when I finally finish wrapping the Christmas presents I haven’t begun to buy, yet. And in January, happiness will be when I get all the decorations packed away and my house is clean again.
Then spring is here and I hear a bird twittering outside my bedroom window. Now, that is true happiness.
Remember every day is filled with ordinary miracles. We just have to look outside ourselves to find happiness in the little things.
What are some of your favorite things?
Best-selling author Colton McCreed flies into remote but charming Eden Falls for the summer to study small town life for his next horrific murder mystery. As his research pulls him into the community, his life becomes entwined with Mayor Alex Blackwood and her exuberant son. Colton’s bitter past left him believing he’s immune to love, but he soon finds himself drawn to Alex and her happy-go-lucky kid.
Alex Blackwood is not only the mayor of Eden Falls, she’s a business owner, the mother of six-year-old Charlie, and a widow. While love for her son fills her soul, the crushing reality of the death of her husband, who was killed while serving his country, is always near. As she struggles to find balance between her busy life and the challenge of raising a young son on her own, dating someone who’s leaving at the end of summer runs dead last on her to-do list.
Charlie’s impromptu invitations to dinner throw Colton and Alex into a world of discovery, shattering her image of Mr. Right and his belief forever happiness is out of reach.
Colton must move past his fear of attachment or risk losing his opportunity at love.