Handbags, Books...Whatever

Handbags, Books...Whatever (http://www.vickibatman.blogspot.com) is the website of Vicki Batman, sassy writer of sexy and funny fiction. Handbag lover. Avid Jazzerciser. Mahjong player. Yoga practioner. Movie fan. Book devourer. Choc-aholic. Best Mom ever. And adores Handsome.

HBW Calendar

  • 12/24- 01/10 - Happy Holidays!
  • 12/20 - Vicki Batman
  • 12/17 - Book and Bag
  • 12/13 - Debra Goldstein
  • 12/10 - Book and Bag
  • 12/06 - Lynda Rees
  • 12/03 - Louise Penny
  • 11/29 - Books and Bag
  • 11/26 - Vicki
  • 11/22 - Happy Thanksgiving!
  • 11/19 - Marilyn Baxter
  • 11/15 - Vicki

Thursday, December 13, 2018

Blog: Book and Bag with Debra Goldstein - A Glitzy Bag and #newbook One Taste Too Many


In One Taste Too Many, the first book of Kensington’s new Sarah Blair cozy mystery series, RahRah, a Siamese cat, belongs to Sarah. Sarah isn’t one to be concerned with clothing, shoes, or material possessions, but she loves RahRah. That’s why, when she saw this Brentano bag on Amazon, with a cat resembling RahRah on both sides, she had to have it.

The side of the pocketbook pictured is decorated with rhinestones, while the other side has no glitz. This makes the purse perfect for casual and evening wear. In addition, its compact size belies its numerous pockets and well-sized opening for one’s phone. When Sarah uses this handbag, she feels close to RahRah, even if he is at home.

For culinary challenged Sarah Blair, there’s only one thing scarier than cooking from scratch—murder!

Sarah knew starting over would be messy. But things fall apart completely when her ex drops dead, seemingly poisoned by her twin’s award-winning rhubarb crisp. Now, with her Siamese cat, RahRah, wanted by the woman who broke up her marriage and her twin wanted by the police for murder, Sarah needs to figure out the right recipe to crack the case before time runs out. Unfortunately, for a gal whose idea of good china is floral paper plates, catching the real killer and living to tell about it could mean facing a fate worse than death—being in the kitchen!

“Bill’s dead and, uh, I’m afraid the police think I killed him.”

Sarah Blair stared at the cell phone in her hand. She could not believe the words she had just heard over it. Bill cannot be dead. He was her ex-husband, but like the cat he let her keep after their divorce, she always thought William Taft Blair had nine lives. And what did Emily mean that the police thought she had killed him? No way her twin sister could have done anything like that!

Find One Taste Too Many at: Amazon 

Find Debra H. Goldstein at: Website  

Monday, December 10, 2018

Book and Bag: A Holiday Favorite Handbag #designerhandbag #Christmasgifts #readromance

I LOVE craft fairs. I admire creatives who have the hutzpah to sell what they make. Most years, I go to one which supports a local middle school as their fundraiser. As I cruised down one aisle, I spied this:


What isn't there to like? The Frosty the Snowman graphic is colorful and brings back happy memories of watching it every season on television. This tote bag is made from a record album. The sides are fabric.

Every year, I get it out and happily show it off . Most people ask, "Is that a record album?" And some say, "I had that record when I was a kid." 

I love it!

And now, a Whispers of Winter book fair  for you:


Enter here:







Thursday, December 06, 2018

Handbags, Books...Whatever guest author Lynda Rees - Adorable with Fond Memories and her book God Father's Day


I bought this silk purse when I was in Guangau, China. I pull it out occasionally and use it sparingly. The fabric is fairly fragile, but I love it too much to keep it hidden away all the time. It’s adorable, comes with fond memories and is lightweight.

Love is an illusion, and marriage is only for gaining power. On the fast track to manage Yancy’s empire, Justin rushes to his critically ill father’s bedside. Moving to their lakeside resort to care for him, they’re determined to make the most of what little time left they have left together.


Nurse Becky avoids men fearing being vulnerable to any man again. Justin’s broken spirit penetrates armor opening her fragile heart. Her strength carries him through his ordeal.


Becky can’t compete with the wealthy fiancĂ© who wants him back. His dad isn’t who he claims to be, sending Justin in a tail-spin reevaluating what he wants from life. A murderer seeks his next victim, and confrontation is eminent. What matters most when you’re losing it all?

A tuxedoed servant wearing tails and striped trousers bowed and took Yancy’s wrap and purse, depositing them with a crisply uniformed maid. Yancy took Justin’s arm, and he led her into the ballroom where the butler announced, “Mr. Justin Martin and Ms. Yancy Bridges.” He bowed and backed from the room. 
Justin laughed to himself each time this happened. Who would’ve thought he’d attend a party and be formally announced? Leave it to Landon to require the royal treatment. This pompous ritual had the desired effect, clearly showcasing Landon’s supremacy—nothing if not shrewd. 
The place hummed a low beat—an electrical current of unleashed power. Justin couldn’t wait to work the room.
A multitude of flowers provided a heady aroma. Ada, Landon’s current wife, designed the floral arrangements herself and had overseen the huge event in their impressive ballroom ensuring every detail cared for to perfection, so the night would benefit her powerful husband. 
The royal couple greeted them with mock-hugs and cheek kisses. “So glad you came, Justin. You brought my favorite person.” Landon winked. 
Ada glanced away but her expression never changed. Ouch. 
After the brief obligatory chat, they sauntered off to circulate. Justin and Yancy made the rounds talking with people then split apart. Each spoke with acquaintances—networking for business sake. Drinking, dining, and dancing fueled data exchange and bargains made in this world. 
Find God Father’s Day at: Amazon

Find Lynda Rees at: Website

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