50k or Bust: #NaNoWriMo2017 #AmWriting @LDBlakeley

It's that time of year again!

Do you NaNo? I have a few times, but have only managed to do it successfully once. I've decided to give it a whirl again this year since my writing schedule somehow magically aligned with NaNoWriMo. There was no scurrying around trying to come up with a story idea. And because I'm writing the third book in a series, banging out character sketches and plotting storyline didn't make me want to pull out my hair. Much.

I'm so organized I could cry.

Actually, I'm pretty sure I just jinxed myself by putting all that out into the universe. That's how that works, right?

In any event, NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month, for the unindoctrinated) kicks off today. And while 50,000 words in one month may sound somewhat daunting, it's not so bad if you break it down into daily chunks. 50,000 words in 30 days? Yikes. But 1,667 words in one day? A bit less nail bitey.

I know a lot of full-time writers can hit this word count goal in their sleep. But for someone like me (quite possibly the slowest writer in all of Canada; most definitely the slowest one in the Greater Toronto Area) I can drag 50,000 words into months and months of writing, no matter how inspired I'm feeling. So for me, NaNoWriMo is the perfect virtual cheerleader.

I like dropping by Twitter or Instagram (provided, of course, I don't get sucked into a day-long scroll) for a bit of a check-in with other participants. Knowing so many others are in the same boat can sometimes give me that extra bit of oomph I need to push past a scene or chapter.

If you'd like to join in the fun, head on over to NaNoWriMo.org and sign up. And if you'd like to add me as a writing buddy – you can find me HERE. I'd love the company!

With that said, I have a word count to meet. See you in 30 days!

Happy writing,

Productivity, WIPs, and Julie Andrews ♥ @LDBlakeley

I'm the world's slowest writer. No, really. I've been working on my current WIP for two years. TWO. YEARS.

Granted, it's not my only WIP and it did get put on hold a few times for other (since published) projects. But I've recently had to slap on blinders, so to speak, to the dozen or so other stories waiting in the wings vying for my attention. And they can be incredibly loud. Not to mention persistent. So it's off to the writing cave for me.

In the meantime, I'll take my scheduled blog date to wish a Happy 81st Birthday to the absolutely incomparable Dame Julia Elizabeth "Julie" Andrews.

Please enjoy her in one of my childhood favourites! :-) 

Oh, yeah. That WIP I'm determined to finish before the calendar flips? It's the sequel to Opportunity Knocks. So if you'd like to check it out...

Opportunity Knocks by L.D. Blakeley

Series: Laissez Faire
Publisher: Evernight Publishing

Small-town security guard, Gill Martin, has lived in Mystique Pointe his entire life. His dating prospects are non-existent and he doesn’t particularly like his job, but at least it’s better than unemployment. Besides, he hasn’t got any better ideas.

Big-city artist, Tommy Hearne, knows exactly what he wants out of life: a successful art career and a successful relationship. He also knows that living in Liberty City is his best chance for pursuing both. Unfortunately, for him, neither of these pursuits seem to be panning out quite to his liking.

When Tommy and his misfit band of friends roll into town for the Laissez Faire, Mystique Pointe’s annual music & art festival, worlds definitely collide. A fiery tryst sparks more than just a lust connection, but what happens when the weekend is over?

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Tommy followed closely behind Gill as they made their way out to the parking lot. He did a quick head count and realized that there were only five of them and that lap-sitting wasn’t going to be on the menu after all. But when Kat took out her keys to trigger the unlock remote and Tommy saw the responding lights on a tiny Fiat 500, he almost cheered. There was barely room for two grown men in the back seat. Good thing he was willing to make the sacrifice and let the others ride in comfort.

“Amy, why don’t you sit up front?” Kat had opened the driver-side door and was about to climb in when she added, “You can pull the seat forward and let the two leggy boys have a bit more room. Sorry, Tommy—looks like you’re gonna have to squeeze in on top.”

Tommy had never been so happy to be the short man out. He waited to see which side of the car Alec chose, and made sure he was at the opposite door. And when Gill climbed in, his T-shirt rucked up slightly, giving Tommy the most delicious glimpse of skin above the most perfect denim-clad bubble butt he’d ever seen. Oh, thank goodness for well-lit parking lots.

“You getting in?” Gill had an expression on his face Tommy was unable to read. Although, if it they’d been working with a bit more than car lot lights, he was sure he’d be able to see another blush staining that handsome face.

Poking his head inside the car, he carefully leaned across Gill’s lap and braced himself on Alec’s leg before climbing in entirely and sitting carefully on top of Gill. There really wasn’t a lot of room in Kat’s car. Despite only being five-foot-eight, Tommy still had to keep his head ducked down to avoid bashing his skull against the roof. He also used it as more excuse to snuggle down closer to Gill. But, hey—not my fault the girl drives a Fiat!

“Sorry it’s such close quarters guys. The car was a graduation gift from my grandparents. I wouldn’t have picked it, but who says no to a free car, right?” Kat caught Tommy’s eye in the rearview mirror and winked. Yeah. Definitely not his girlfriend. Tommy didn’t get the feeling she was upset about his crawling all over Gill. Potential matchmaker, maybe? “Luckily the campground isn’t that far, so you won’t have to suffer long.”

“I don’t mind. Really.” Tommy wriggled slightly and rested his fingers at the back of Gill’s neck. It couldn’t be classed as a grope. He still wasn’t a hundred percent sure if that would even be welcomed. But it was a touch, and a delicate one at that. And it was enough for Tommy to feel the shiver that it elicited from Gill.

“Sorry, Gill. Hope I’m not crushing you.”

“Oh. No. You’re fine.” Gill’s voice was low and slightly hitched. His glasses had started to creep down his nose and Tommy reached up, without thinking, to adjust them.

“Don’t want to lose those.” They were so close that, had it been a colder night, Tommy’s breath would have fogged Gill’s lenses. And, fuck, didn’t that send indecent thoughts straight to his groin. Images of fogging up the car windows with Gill or, to be precise, images of what they might be doing in order to cause said situation, sent a message straight to Tommy’s dick. He fidgeted slightly, not wanting to reach down and adjust the hard-on he’d hoped he could keep at bay.

He was about to fidget again when the sound of Gill clearing his throat distracted him slightly from the problem at hand. And alerted him to another. Of course, describing the feeling of Gill’s answering erection under his ass as a problem couldn’t have been further from wrong. Gloriously, heroically magnificent, perhaps. But not a problem.

Tommy turned slightly to make eye contact with Gill but found the other man uncomfortably looking in the other direction. He twisted slightly, making sure his ass did a slow grind into Gill’s crotch as he did so. Yep. That got his attention.

Totality or Bust: My Epic Roadtrip across America #SolarEclipse2017 @LDBlakeley

Happy Labour Day weekend! And, for those of you with kids, Happy Reclaiming Your House weekend!

As of this posting, I'm out of the province (again) to celebrate my parent's 50th anniversary. The 1,381 km drive to their house seemed like a cakewalk after the epic roadtrip I recently took (and by recent, I mean, we weren't home a week before heading out for this current jaunt) with my husband to witness the Great American Eclipse.

I'm not going to lie. It was worth every single kilometre. Even the ones when I desperately needed to pee and there was nary a stop in sight.

My husband is a huge NASA fan and started planning this trip two years (I know!) ago so we would be at the perfect spot for ultimate viewing of the total solar eclipse. So we loaded up the car with telescope, camera gear, solar films & filters, and headed toward the wild west.

With map co-ordinates chosen for four locations close enough that we could travel from one to the next should we encounter cloud cover, we ultimately decided on location #2 which put us in the middle of scrubland, off a dirt road just south of a tiny town called Shoshoni in Wyoming. We might have been in the middle of nowhere, but we certainly weren't alone. Dozens of others had clearly consulted the same map and chose similar map co-ordinates within the path of totality.


So, in nine days we covered a LOT of ground, saw a lot of the United States, and witnessed a celestial wonder.

Not the shabbiest of ways to end the summer. And in a wonderfully weird twist of serendipity? The path of totality for the 2024 solar eclipse not only rolls right over my parents' house... it falls on my husband's birthday.

As for my WIPs, I have a few things in the works I hope to be announcing sooner rather than later. So if you'd like to stay in the loop, I'd love to have you on my mailing list (I'm not a spammer, I promise!)  Sign up HERE.

HAPPY CANADA DAY! #CoolCanuckStuff #Canada150 #CanadaRocks @LDBlakeley

How are you celebrating? I have family and food on deck at my house and am keeping my fingers crossed the weather forecast is wrong for this afternoon (sunshine, please!) Who am I kidding? We’re Canadian. We BBQ in the snow. A bit of rain isn’t going to stop us when there’s celebrating and good eats to be had.

As an aside: did you know Butter Tarts aren’t a thing outside of Canada? I know. How tragic!

Since we’re celebrating 150 years since Confederation, it seems like the perfect time for a bit of Canadian horn blowing (and yes, as a romance writer, I’m aware how filthy that sounds, but get your mind out of the gutter for a moment and let me regale you with some awesome things you probably didn’t know were Canadian.)

Hail, Caesar(s)!

Everyone knows about basketball (invented by a Canadian PE teacher), the Canadarm, and the drink that eats like a meal, the Caesar (also not a thing outside of Canada, for shame!) 

But did you know about these:

THE EGG CARTON 

Invented in 1911 by newspaper editor Joseph Coyle of Smithers, B.C.

THE ELECTRIC WHEELCHAIR

In 1952, engineer George Klein made the world more accessible with a motorized wheelchair.

THE FOGHORN

Robert Foulis invented a steam-powered foghorn in 1854, but died penniless because he didn't patent it. Boo.

GREEN CURRENCY INK

In 1862, Thomas Sterry Hunt invented the ink that makes U.S. bills green.

IMAX

Filmmakers Graeme Ferguson, Roman Kroiter, and Robert Kerr along with engineer Robert C. Shaw founded IMAX in 1967. (This one holds a spot in my heart since one of my besties works in their sound department.)

INSTANT REPLAY

CBC TV producer George Retzlaff used a kinescope when he created the first-ever Instant Replay in 1955. Not surprisingly, it was during a broadcast of Hockey Night in Canada.

INSULIN

Toronto scientists Frederick Banting, Charles Best, and James Collip discovered insulin (obviously they didn’t invent something that's naturally occurring) and learned how it could treat diabetes.

MCINTOSH APPLES
In 1811, farmer John McIntosh began grafting a wild apple tree at his South Dundas farm; by 1835 he had a marketable product.

THE ODOMETER

In 1854, Nova Scotia inventor Samuel McKeen created a device to measured distance with every revolution of a carriage wheel.

PEANUT BUTTER

Montreal pharmacist Marcellus Gilmore Edson patented the most gloriously perfect foodstuff EVER in 1884, as a food option for people who couldn't chew.

THE ROTARY SNOWPLOW

Toronto dentist, Dr. J.W. Elliot, first conceived the idea to clean up train tracks. 

STANDARD TIME

Engineer Sandford Fleming brought standard time to U.S. and Canadian railways in 1883. Time zones became U.S. law in 1918 and were accepted worldwide by 1929.

TRIVIAL PURSUIT

Invented in 1979 by Montreal sports editor, Scott Abbott, and photo editor, Chris Haney.

THE WALKIE TALKIE

Don Hings invented what he called the "packset" in 1937. When Canada declared war on Germany two years later, he went to Ottawa to redevelop it for military use.

THE WHEELCHAIR ACCESSIBLE BUS

Walter Harris Callow, a blind, quadriplegic veteran, invented the first wheelchair-accessible bus in 1947.

Yay, Canada!

And with that, I leave you with perhaps the most Canadian news story since the Maple Syrup Heist of 2012 (no, I’m not making that up):

Police remove 'angry' beaver that stopped traffic in Barrie, Ont.

Read the story for yourself. And enjoy your long weekend!

Oh yeah – we’re sorry about Justin Bieber, eh?

Until next time,

www.ldblakeley.com

FREE BOOKS! *Not an April Fools prank @LDBlakeley #History #AprilFools #eBooks

Nope, no cyberpranks from me. The truth of the matter is: I hate April Fool's Day. There. I said it. Mostly I hate being pranked because I'm a big, fat wimp. But in today's climate of fake news and internet scams, April 1 makes me want to duck for cover and stay close to the ground until the dust settles the next day

I know, I know – it's a widely recognized, beloved tradition and some folks even try to give it gravitas by crediting Chaucer as being the first person to mention this day of pranks and shenanigans. Although scholars tend to think that theory is more of a typo than anything else. Which, if you think about it, is a pretty good April Fools joke in and of itself.

Check out these other theories:



Oh and by the way? That free books thing wasn't just clickbait. I NEVER kid about free books.

Here are a few fab (legal) resources for when funds have run as low as the titles on your eReader:

♥ Amazon's Free Kindle Ebooks 

♥ instaFreebie  

♥ Freebooksy  

♥ Centsless  

♥ OverDrive (yay public libraries!) 

I know there are dozens more out there. What are you favourites?

In my own personal book news, I'm happy to report I have a sexy (if I do say so, myself) new cover for my very first book, BEST WORST EVER. It was first published by Dreamspinner Press and I recently had my rights reverted, so look for this one to be available again soon!

NOW AVAILABLE!

BEST WORST EVER

Carey English spends his days planning extravagant parties and lavish weddings and generally making people’s lives brighter. He spends his nights wishing for a man he doesn’t have to share and who won’t try to drag him back into the closet. It doesn’t help that the man he wants most doesn’t need a closet to begin with — his straight best friend, Sky. 

Skyler Wood has been dumped — again — just days before the holiday season, leaving him with an ex-fiancée, a nonrefundable New Year’s Eve getaway rental, and nothing to ring in the New Year but a broken heart. For Carey, rushing off to offer Sky a shoulder will either be the best decision he’s ever made—or it will lead to the worst heartbreak he’s ever experienced.

Until next time,

www.ldblakeley.com

Hot Soup With A Side of Hot Fiction @MichelleGAuthor #recipes #romance

It's February. Yay. 'Nathan Burgoine's post yesterday really resonated with me. Winter is not a happy time for me usually and I have issues with everything from mood to attention span. Everything seems crappier and my coping mechanisms are stretched very thin.  All I really want to do is be at home, by the fireplace, reading or watching TV with my comfort food of choice. This quote from Edith Sitwell expresses it nicely:

Well, today happens to be National Homemade Soup day; it's the perfect comfort food for a cold, dreary winter day. A few days ago LD Blakeley shared her recipe for Carrot Butternut Squash soup. And here's my "recipe" for turkey soup.

Turkey Soup a la Michelle

1. Put the turkey carcass in a stock pot and fill with water to cover carcass and come within a couple inches of the rim. Put the pot on the stove and set on high. 

2. Quarter 2 onions and toss them in. 

3. Add seasonings. I used sage, summer savoury, rosemary, thyme, bay leaves, sea salt, and whole peppercorns. Maybe a tablespoon of each? I didn't measure. 

4. Boil the crap out of it. Like at least two hours. I had it on for about 3.5. 

5. Pull out the big bones and chunks with tongs. Then pour the stock through a strainer to get everything out. Return the stock to the pot. 

6. At this point try the stock and see how the flavour is. You can add more seasonings if you want, or a couple OXO cubes or something similar. 

7. Chop up celery (I used about half a bunch) and carrots (I used 6) and add those to the stock. You can add more onions now too or just pick out the ones from before and toss them back in. You could add other veggies, too but I like to keep it simple. Turn the burner on low. 

8. Let the turkey bones/meat that you strained out cool a bit until you can handle it with your fingers. Then go through and pick all the usable meat off (if you boiled it long enough the bones will be almost completely cleaned and easy to pull out). If you have leftover slices of turkey, you can cut that into chunks and toss it in, too. 

9. The water will have boiled down a lot so add more in, especially if you're going to add noodles or rice. I added 2.5 cups of rice and it sucks up a lot of liquid. 

10. Cook for a while longer - 30-45 minutes or so. Then it's ready. Add more stock or seasonings if you want.

Now this takes a while to make, so what to do with all that downtime? You could clean or something, but that would be foolish. Better to settle in with a hot book to warm you up.

One of my publishers, Evernight Publishing, has a special line called Romance On The Go - stories of 15, 000 words or less that are designed to be read quickly. Like while you're waiting for turkey soup.

Here are some of my favourite Romance On The Go:

• Payback's A Bitch by our very own Kacey Hammell
• Dominating the Doctor by Laura Jardine
• Ready for Love by Jules Dixon
• Stranded by Pelaam

Of course, I have to mention that I have a few titles in this line - my Losing It series, the latest of which won the Readers' Choice Award for best Romance On The Go. I'm also thrilled that Evernight has recently contracted the 4th book in the series, Losing It Two At A Time, due out in April.

I hope you find some excellent short stories to read and enjoy your homemade soup today!

www.MichelleGrahamBooks.com

Writing Deadlines, Cold Climes and Comfort Food @LDBlakeley #Recipes

Holy Smokes! How is it already February? I barely blinked and January is GONE. 2017 is shaping up to be one seriously busy year.

I think I now officially have nearly a half dozen WIPs on the go (that's a bit redundant, isn't it? Like saying ATM Machine. I digress.) And those are just the stories being actively written. My folder of plot bunnies and bullet-pointed story ideas is a whole ‘nother beast. And since I have a short story deadline creeping ever-steadily, I’ve decided to hunker down on this frosty February the First to get with the word making.

In the meantime, let me share with you a couple of my favourite warm-you-up from the inside recipes.

CARROT & BUTTERNUT SQUASH SOUP
It’s like a hug in a bowl. Seriously. Oh, and this recipe makes 4 hearty 1.75 cup servings. Why arse around with stingy portions, right? This is comfort food, after all.

Ingredients:
300g  carrots, chopped
400g butternut squash, chopped
5 garlic cloves, minced
10 mL (2 tsp.) curry powder (hot)
5 mL (1 tsp.) ground ginger
900 mL (1 tetra pack) reduced sodium chicken broth
250 mL (1 C) plain light Silk soy milk (I've made it with almond milk too & it's delish)

Directions:

• Add olive oil, carrots, squash, garlic, curry & ginger to pot with half of the broth (you can use veggie broth as well; I just happened to have chicken on hand)
• Bring to a boil, then reduce to a simmer until the squash & carrots are soft (15 – 20 minutes)
• Quite a bit of the broth will have evaporated by the time your veggies are cooked, so go ahead and pour the rest of the container into the pot
• Remove pot from heat & puree with a hand blender (or, you can let it cool a bit and pour it into a standard blender for the same results; I just find it to be far less hassle with the hand blender)
• Add in the soy milk et voila! Serve warm & topped with cracked black pepper

Calories: 129 | Fat: 3 g | Sodium: 268 mg | Carbs: 23 g | Fibre: 6 g | Protein: 7 g

CARAMEL PECAN APPLE CRISP

Believe it or not, this bad boy isn’t as decadent as you might think. I cobbled the recipe together based on a few others I’d seen and, with a few substitutions, managed to cut the calories and fat almost in half. Serves 12.

Ingredients:

Apple Filling

5 large Granny Smith apples – peeled, cored, and thinly sliced

125 mL (½ C) Splenda

15 mL (1 tbsp.) whole wheat all-purpose flour

5 mL (1 tsp.) ground cinnamon

2.5 mL (½ tsp.) nutmeg

15 mL (1 tbsp.)  lemon juice

60 mL ( ¼ C) water

250 mL (1 C) Smuckers No Sugar Added Caramel Sundae Sauce

30 mL (2 tbsp.) chopped pecans

Crumble

350 mL (1½ C) whole wheat all-purpose flour

125 mL (½ C) Irresistibles brown sugar blend (or brown sugar Splenda)

250 mL (1 C) quick cooking oats

250 mL (1 C) applesauce

Directions:

• Preheat oven to 350°
• In a medium bowl, toss apples with Splenda, flour, cinnamon, lemon juice, and water
• Spread apple mixture evenly into a 23 x 33 cm (9 x 13") pan
• Drizzle caramel sauce, then sprinkle pecans over apple mixture
• In another bowl, mix together flour, brown sugar blend, oats, and applesauce
• Spoon mixture evenly over apples
• Bake in preheated oven for about 45 minutes (apple mixture will bubble and topping will be golden brown)

Calories: 230 | Fat: 2 g | Sodium: 46 mg | Carbs: 54 g | Fibre: 5 g | Protein: 3 g

Incidentally, Breyer’s Smooth & Dreamy Half-Fat Vanilla Bean ice cream goes beautifully with this (in case you were at all curious.)

Enjoy!

www.ldblakeley.com

Happy New Year! (Sayonara 2016; Please Pass the Tylenol) #HangoverCures #NationalHangoverDay

Hello 2017, you gorgeous thang!
We were starting to worry you’d never arrive.

Welcome to a brand new year, everyone! I hope everyone had a fantastic holiday with lots of love, warmth and good things to eat.

I’m L.D. Blakeley, by the way. I write romance of the hot and steamy variety and reside in the Great White North (downtown Toronto, to be precise.) The lovely folks at Romance Eh? recently invited me to join their ranks, so here I am. I look forward to spending time with you!

Did you ring in the New Year in style? I actually stayed in for the first time in years. But I’m guessing some of you are you feeling a little worse for wear this morning, right? 

Good news. You’re not alone. Today is  National Hangover Day (no, I'm not making that up.)

Let’s be honest, 2016 wasn't the best year ever for most folks for a myriad of reasons. My guess is that even some hardcore teetotalers were keen to raise a glass last night to toast its departure.

2017 is going to be a brilliant year and I, for one, plan to start it off on the right foot. And since resolutions aren't really my thing, I thought I’d share with you some tried and true (okay, more like old wives’ tales, but hey—I’m old and I’m a wife) hangover remedies.

Unfortunately, we all know that the only sure way to cure a hangover is to avoid drinking alcohol in the first place. But, who’s kidding who, it’s New Year’s Day. I could go on about preventative measures but that ship has sailed.

There are quite a few colourful remedies out there I’m not sure I’d give much credence.

Daniel Craig recommends Pedialyte (yes, the stuff you give to babies.) He claims it works like a charm and says he got the idea from Mark Wahlberg. I mean, if it's good enough for James Bond and Marky Mark... ;-)

Anthony Burgess (A Clockwork Orange) drank something he called Hangman’s Blood that he swore got rid of his hangover. In his words: “Into a pint glass, doubles of the following are poured: gin, whisky, rum, port and brandy. A small bottle of stout is added and the whole topped up with Champagne… It tastes very smooth, induces a somewhat metaphysical elation, and rarely leaves a hangover,” I can’t imagine that at any time, never mind the morning after.

Hemingway also stuck to the idea that the hair of the dog was the best course of action. Tomato juice mixed with beer (good lord!) was the lesser of his two evils it seems. Death in the Afternoon is the name of his other so-called cure. “Pour 1 jigger of absinthe into a champagne glass. Add iced champagne until it attains the proper opalescent milkiness. Drink three to five of these slowly.” Yeah, I've tried absinthe. NO, thank you. And three to five? That man was a pro.

If you're feeling a bit queasy after reading those last two paragraphs, you might want to try something a bit more innocuous. Sadly, nothing (other than time) can truly rid you of a hangover. But if you can't manage to sleep through the worst of it, there are a few things you can do that might help speed the process along.

Lots of water helps (alcohol dehydrates and chances are, you're more raisin than grape after a night of adult beverages.) If like me, you're a caffeine addict, a good strong cup of coffee will certainly help with your headache. Painkillers are your friend, too. Toast or crackers (really any carby food) will help with the queasiness. And exercise is often recommended. I've never actually tried that method and have no idea about its effectiveness, but the endorphin release might boost your mood (and elevate any guilt you might be suffering over all those liquid calories.)

For me personally, I’m a fan of greasy food and perfecting my couch dent. In fact, now that I’ve mentioned it, I think I’ll go see if my husband fancies ordering in. The treadmill will still be there tomorrow.

Incidentally, if you're planning to spend your day (or even the next few) doing a bit of lounging and you're looking for a hot holiday romance to ready, I invite you to check out my latest: 

The Power of Peppermint 

The most wonderful time of the year? 

When Jamison Pritchett is roped into replacing the mall photographer at Santa’s Village a week before Christmas, he’s certain he’ll be spending the holidays recovering from a nervous breakdown. A throng of sugar-frenzied kids might be enough to send this uptight photographer back into the darkroom permanently. Inappropriate thoughts about his far-too-attractive—and far-too-young—assistant aren’t helping fight that urge to hide, either.

For Noah Hawkins, adulting is a snap. Too bad relationships aren’t. With his business temporarily closed for repairs, he’s happy to help his sister out of a jam, even if the costume he’s given to wear borders on obscene. Constantly being mistaken for a teenager is no treat either, especially when he discovers his temporary new co-worker is sexy as hell and 15 years his senior.

Can Noah convince Jamison that age is just a number? Or will Jamison resist the gift Santa seems to be handing him on a platter?

AVAILABLE ON AMAZON

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