Tag: It’s in His Kiss by Vickie Lester

November 29, 2014 /
November 29, 2014 /

Plenty. First of all I grew up with loving parents who were wary of the fishbowl of fame. Now, if you’ve been reading along for the past couple of years you know that Cary Grant is not my daddy, but I call the parts around here home. Neither my mother…

October 5, 2014 /
September 19, 2014 /
July 12, 2014 /

Oh, go on! Have some fun, read It’s in His Kiss  

July 12, 2014 /

  Don’t get stuck with the fuzzy end of the lollipop, read It’s in His Kiss

June 9, 2014 /
May 27, 2014 /

“Have you met my significant other?” Anne shook her head, expecting him to introduce a strapping young man, possibly, most likely, in the acting profession. Instead he blew a kiss to a taught, angular woman in her late sixties / early seventies wrapped in an Indonesian sarong. She smiled serenely.…

May 24, 2014 /

Anne expected The Buccaneers to be some gimcrack, seedy nightmare, covered on the outside with weathered wooden panels while within would be a world of piratical tack with swags and ropes and men in velvet doublets—minus pants…  pg. 167, It’s in His Kiss