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. Chocaholic. Best Mom ever. And adores Handsome.

Thursday, December 21, 2017

Handbag and Book w #author Reggi Allder #antiquefind #cowboyromance #Christmasstory

Happy Holidays everyone! What handbag do you use with a favorite party outfit? On most days I carry a large black leather purse capable of holding everything I might need, including a paperback book.

I don’t go to many parties, but when I do, a small shoulder bag is good for me. So, a couple of years ago I was excited to find an unused vintage gold quilted leather bag in an antique store. It’s just big enough to hold what I need for the night, my cell phone, credit card, ID, keys, lipstick, and, money. The purse was made by Caprice Design Los Angeles. Now it’s my “go to” bag whenever I need something elegant.


Her Country Heart Christmas Edition
Love cowboys? Need the perfect holiday read?

Will Amy Long have a home for Christmas?

She was downsized and then lost her apartment in the city. Hoping to find a fresh start, Amy returns to the small town of Sierra Creek. Does she fit in?

Cowboy Wyatt Cameron knows Amy belongs in the city. She’s in the way of his plans and he has the power to send her back. What can she offer to change his mind? Sparks fly when opposites attract.

“Sierra Creek,” the driver shouted as the Greyhound Bus came to an abrupt stop on the two lane highway.
Amy Long pushed her hair behind her ears and grabbed her worn suitcase. Surprised to see her hand tremble, she seized the case with both hands and rushed toward the front of the bus.
A gust of hot wind slapped her face as she stepped off the bus. Gravel pelted her bare legs when it drove away. She squinted and read a faded road sign, Sierra Creek population five thousand. There wasn’t a building in sight.
After years of living in the city, she’d forgotten how sweltering and desolate it was here. She’d vowed never to return home. Odd it was the first place that came to mind when she and her young son needed a fresh start.
With Granny gone, there was no family left to welcome her. She swallowed a sob. Maybe it was a mistake to come back.
The relentless afternoon sun beat down on her shoulders and her arms began to burn. San Francisco, the air conditioned city, seemed a million miles away.
Impatient, she cleared her dry throat, wiped perspiration from her forehead, and let out a groan as the minutes ticked by. What wouldn’t she give for some shade and a bottle of ice water?
With a sigh, she pulled out her smart phone and checked the time. Thirty minutes since she’d arrived at the bus stop and not a single car had gone by. Where was the arranged ride into town?
Granny’s handyman was supposed to meet her. He obviously wasn’t a stickler about being on time. She reminded herself she was in the California foothills not in a busy metropolis where time was money.
The sound of a truck rumbled in the distance. With the back of her hand, she pushed her bangs out of her eyes and squinted. Hopeful, she watched the pick-up come closer. A shiny black Ford F 150 with extended cab pulled up in front of her.
“Amy,” a man yelled through the open window as his brown hair fell casually over a high forehead and deep-set blue eyes sparkled in the sunlight. She moved nearer and stared at his wide cheekbones, square jaw and full lips. About thirty?
A flutter of recognition stirred in her as palpable charm radiated from his broad smile, Wyatt Cameron.
His muscular arms flexed as his huge hands squeezed the steering wheel. “Don’t just stand there. Get in.”
Surprised by his gruffness, she stepped back.
“I heard you need a ride into town,” he said quietly as if he understood her reaction. “It’s Wyatt.”
“Hi, nice to see you again.” Even now her cheeks burned with the memory of him. As she stared her heartbeat increased and her breathing quickened.

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Find Reggi Allder at: www.amazon.com/author/reggiallder
Nice find, Reggi! I'm always amazed at what shows up at antique stores.


Reggi Allder said...

Hi Vicki, Happy holidays!
Thanks for having me on your blog. It is amazing what can be found in an antique store. It's a treasure hunt. :)

Liese said...

Wow! There excerpt tells us there's a history there! Thanks for sharing!


Vicki Batman, sassy writer of sexy and funny fiction, blogger at Handbags, Books...Whatever said...

Hi, Reggi! I've bought my share of bags in antique/flea markets. And I love shopping on ETSY. I did find one for Christmas. Not a surprise. Hugs!

Vicki Batman, sassy writer of sexy and funny fiction, blogger at Handbags, Books...Whatever said...

Hi, Liese! Thanks for visiting with Reggi and me today!

Reggi Allder said...

Hi Liese,
There is a history and some baggage. :) Thanks for coming by. Happy Holidays!

Jen iffer said...

Love the purse. The book, Her country heart sounds like a winner.

Reggi Allder said...

Hi Jen,
Thanks for your comments. Glad you like the sound of the book. Happy Holidays!

LizAnn Carson said...

Country Heart is a winner! As for handbags, I guess I should be grateful I don't get invited to many (any?) parties that require a special bag. Kind of envious of the cool small one, though. I reckon a woman can never have too many bags.

Angela Adams said...

My general (and easy) choice is a black bag for evening parties. Happy Holidays!

Reggi Allder said...

Hi LizAnn, Thanks for the kind words about the book! Guess a woman can't have too may shoes or handbags. Lol Happy Holiday!

Reggi Allder said...

Hi Angela, Yep, a black bag can go anywhere. Happy Holidays!

Melissa Keir said...

What a cute bag. I love that you can put it with anything for a dressy look. All the best with your book! Love the cover!

Reggi Allder said...

Hi Melissa,
Thank you for the kinds comments. Luck was with me the day I found the bag. :)
Happy Holidays!

jbiggar said...

Love this cover, so warm and inviting! Your handbag makes me think of the glamour of the fifties :) Very cute!
Happy holidays, Vicki and Reggi!

Reggi Allder said...

Thanks, Jacquie. I'm very happy with the cover too. Love idea of the glamour of the fifties. :) Glad you stopped by. Happy Holidays!

Vicki Batman, sassy writer of sexy and funny fiction, blogger at Handbags, Books...Whatever said...

I really appreciate everyone stopping by to see Reggi's handbag and visit with us. Merry Christmas!

Sylvie Grayson said...

Hi Reggi, My go-to handbag is black, can't make too many mistakes with that. As for the book, love the cover, and the story was great. Have a Merry Christmas everyone!

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