January 27th is the date

More Than A Kiss, the fourth and final book in my Winter Creek, Montana series at Beachwalk Press is being released on January 27.  Sale for the first two week is only 99 cents.

You can get it at Amazon now.

Here’s some details.

MoreThanAKiss_MediumNo matter where you hide, or how far you run, the past will find you.

When Ryan arrived at Winter Creek, an old ghost town that’s being rebuilt, he never expected to meet a woman like Bri. The free-spirited, decade-younger woman makes his heart sing. But Ryan’s living a lie. Bri doesn’t even know his real name. He’s hiding his true self while she’s an open book.

Bri is half in love with the uptight, controlled accountant. But she’s finding it easier to figure out the name of a century-old killer than getting closer to this man. At one time they used to argue, but now they barely speak to each other. She shouldn’t miss fighting with the man, yet she does.

When Ryan finally tells Bri the truth about his past, it goes surprisingly well. Loving this woman is special and right, and completely fulfilling. But then his past once again comes up to haunt him, and now he needs to leave Winter Creek. He has to put things right with his past before he can move forward with his future.

Will Bri be willing to forgive him when he returns? Or has his stubbornness to go it alone made him lose her forever?

Content Warning: contains strong language and sensual sex scenes

Genre(s): Contemporary Romance

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Last Thing I Wrote…

Definitely not going to get 50,000 words written this November. Unless I can manage to write 15,000 words today and 15,000 tomorrow. Don’t see that happening, so I guess…

Kim’s Redemption, the last (maybe) book in my Winter Creek series with Beachwalk Press, will not be finished by December 1. So far I’ve only got 20,22o words and I just started the fourth chapter. (Long chapters.)

Here’s the last paragraph I wrote–

Wil offered him a room in his home in White Sky for the winter, yet he liked staying in the town. So far it hadn’t gotten too cold or uncomfortable for him. He might change his mind if the weather got worse. Jack was too old to live with a roommate, to set in his ways. Wil was his friend. If the two of them had to live together, that would definitely not be good for their friendship. The younger guy was a fine man, but he did get a bit…uptight at things.

The hero and heroine are Jack, the oldest of WCHA’s town board members, and Kim, Jen’s sister. I was going to write Bri’s and Wil’s story (need to give him a nickname), but I’m solving the mystery of how Grandpa Adam and Aunt Grace, the saloon’s ghost, meant their end. I need to have someone who can see ghost, and that’s Kim. I see the ending so clearly.

I also see a few strong scenes that belong in the middle of the book. I think I’m going to do something different and write them out of sequence.  All the books I’ve finished were written one event after another, yet I need to change it up. I have at least five unfinished books on my hard drive, one of them only needs one and half or two chapters left to write.

Oh, well!

Just because I want to, here’s the first paragraph of Chapter One of Kim’s Redemption. First draft and still need to do a lot of research in the other three books. That’s why I have NAME OF ASSISTANT LIVING in the paragraph. I can’t remember the name of the place Kim’s grandfather is living now.

Hey, it is a first draft.

She wanted to be anywhere but here. As soon as Kimberley Ferguson walked out of the main building of the NAME OF ASSISTANT LIVING toward the line of apartments behind it, she sensed coming here today might be a mistake. Would her grandfather even remember her? Would he want to see her if he did? Forcing a breath into her empty lungs, she stopped near a bench and wrapped her unbuttoned coat around her. You need to leave, Kim, before Jen or Ed show up—or Dad. Her visiting would only confuse grandfather. He wasn’t well now.




On the Way to being Published–

oneandsame_w2526_300Found this old post from a long, long time ago, before I was first published. Thought I’d share it again.

Just noticed it’s from June 18, 2008

Starting now

The contract was signed by Rhonda and sent back to me.

The edits were done, then the final edits.

Now I’m waiting for the Galleys.

It’s not a dream.

One and the Same will be released by The Wild Rose Press–still. Get it here from Amazon– http://amzn.to/19RzSLT

The way my life has been going the last two or three months left me thinking wild stuff.  Hell, we lost our job at Beech Bend, then we got laid off from a second job at the Bowling Green KOA three weeks later.  Until yesterday, we had no job at all.  Now we’re working at Happy Holiday RV Park and Campground, but we’re probably not going to make enough money.

But at least we have a home.

This is a beautiful place–in the Smokies Mountains, on the Cherokee Indian Reservation in North Carolina.  We look out our RV windows and there’s stunning vistas all around us.  Peaceful and quiet, nice people and great environment, I already like this place better than the KOA.

It also has something else–a Bluegrass Festival.

Seems this campground is the setting for the annual North Carolina State Bluegrass Festival.  Two of them.  One’s happening this weekend (June 19-21) the second one is in August.  And because we work here, we get to listen to the bands for free.

I can live with that.Dressmaker's Dilemma

As for my writing–

Ethan is still holding Maddie up in the air.  Check out this entry.  I think I’m going to put this manuscript on hold for a while and redo a finished one set in Alaska.  It’s been critiqued and revised by a critique group I used to be a part of, but I need to add an external plot.  It’s a sexier book, more in the lines of a Silhouette Desire.  I’m hoping to send this one to my editor in a few months.  My critiques partners may be seeing the first chapter soon–hopefully.

Interrupting here–

Second book in my Winter Creek series from Beachwalk Press. Here’s a link to them all from my website.


Oops, I just went back and read the old highlighted post and it wasn’t part of The Dressmaker’s Dilemma. It’s another book I still haven’t finished, for another series I started in 2008.

But that doesn’t mean you can’t still go and check out the Winter Creek series. I’m writing the last story in it now, Kim’s Redemption.

And I thought beginnings were hard for me.

And back to the past post.

But first I’ve got to do a few critiques.

I’ll keep you posted.

The Christmas Cookie Shop by Ginny Baird

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by Ginny Baird


Come home this Christmas to…


Where everyday dreams come true!

New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Ginny Baird brings you the start of a brand new holiday series…


(Christmas Town, Book 1)

Hannah Winchester is down on her luck and disillusioned with love, but her fortunes are about to change. When Hannah inherits a defunct bakery in East Tennessee, her first thought is to sell it and settle her substantial debt. Then the townsfolk welcome her warmly and she’s taken with the joyful spirit of the place, where stores employ holiday themes and residents have surnames like Christmas and Claus. After a handsome lawman comes to her aid dressed as Santa, Hannah learns he’s more than a hot guy in a red suit and shiny black boots. Sheriff Carter Livingston has joined in the cause of rejuvenating the town, and he’s encouraging her to do her part. Hannah’s great-grandmother, Lena, sold special holiday cookies that brought hope and renewal to the people of Christmas Town. Yet Hannah has plans elsewhere and isn’t looking to stay. Can she possibly reopen the shop known for kindling romance—without sacrificing her heart?

Excerpt Four:

Hannah’s heart beat faster, and that gargantuan butterfly resurfaced from out of nowhere, fluttering its enormous wings. “Great!” she said, and her lips trembled. Oh no, not the trembling lips! It started earlier with those blasted butterflies. Now, my lips are quaking, just imagining the feel of his mouth on mine, sweet waves of heat crashing over me as he holds me in his arms… The next things to go would be her knees. And Hannah knew exactly what would give way after those: her heart! Full stop.

Hannah was glad Carter had returned to the kitchen before she’d broken out in a rapid blush. Forget about my forehead! This ice is needed elsewhere! She began by pressing the ice pack to the sides of her neck, then her cheeks and her collarbone, right above the V of her powder-blue pullover sweater, the frosty surface instantly cooling her scorching skin.

She wore a crisp white blouse underneath her sweater and had faded stretch jeans tucked into her favorite pair of lace-up boots. She’d gotten them at the thrift store but they were made of real leather. All broken in and comfortable too. Hannah supposed they were meant for hiking, but they served her well enough for everyday wear, and were especially good in the snow. She was admiring them when she felt a dribble of icy water run down her cleavage. No, that was two dribbles. Three! An entire stream! Hannah lifted the ice bag in horror to see it had been leaking, leaving a large wet spot on each of her breasts!

“Supper’s read—” Carter stopped halfway to the couch to stare at her. “Problem?”

Hannah’s chin jerked up and she slapped her arms across her chest. “I… er…”

“You seem to have sprung a leak.” He squinted in incredulity. “Or…two?”

“Not me!” she answered hurriedly, as Jingles scampered across her legs and Belle curled into her lap. “The ice bag! It’s, uh…dripping!”

“Right.” Carter quickly set the tray containing stew, pears, wine, cheese, and biscuits on the coffee table and lifted the ice pack from the soggy seat cushion. He tested the fit of its cap. “Looks like the seal came loose. I’ll go grab a towel.”

“And I’ll just run and…change!” Hannah yelped, the instant he’d left the room. Then she scooted the kittens aside and dashed up the steps, positively mortified.

Copyright © 2016 Ginny Baird


mediakit_authorphoto_thechristmascookieshopAUTHOR Bio and Links:

Romance writer Ginny Baird has published novels in print and online and received screenplay options from Hollywood for her family and romantic comedy scripts. Whether writing lighthearted romantic comedy or spine-tingling romantic suspense, she delights in delivering heartwarming stories.

She is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author, a Top 10 Best Seller on Kindle, NOOK and iBooks, and a #1 Best Seller in several Romance and Women’s Fiction categories. When she’s not writing, Ginny enjoys cooking, biking and spending time with her family in Virginia. Ginny loves hearing from her readers! She invites you to visit her website and connect with her on social media. http://www.ginnybairdromance.com/


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The Sisters Callaway Book Three — A Difficult Choice

Liz Callaway is content with her life. She loves the nuns she lives with at the convent and the teenagers she counsels at the clinic. She loves the safety and security of the walls around her and the peace of her faith.

Then one day everything changes with the violent death of one of her abused girls, and her safe walls start to crumble down.

Her faith dies.

Yet she goes on living a lie for another year, hiding her pain from her friends and family until her sister’s wedding and she meets Nick Hunter. He’s caring and attentive toward her, careful and appropriate with her. He makes her laugh, makes her feel, helps her remember how it can be between a man and a woman with one stolen kiss.

His control amazes her.

Her reaction frightens her, showing her she can’t live a lie anymore.

So she runs away from her old life, toward the future, to the one man who can make things right again.

To Nick Hunter.

No matter how hard you try , or how far you run, you can never outrun your past.

Liz decides to stop trying.

And her healing begins.


“Liz has disappeared?”

“Yeah.” The older man glanced behind him toward the farmhouse. “Catherine called Jessie yesterday and told her she left the convent in November. No one seems to know where she is right now. All anyone knows is that Liz left Ohio sometime after Christmas.”

“She left the convent?” Leaping down from the saddle, he stepped toward his dad. Hope sprang up in him. “What do you mean she left the convent?”

“Just what I said, son,” he said. “Jessie’s adopted mom told her Liz isn’t sure she wants to be a nun anymore. Seems she needs some space to figure things out.”

“She can do that?”

The older man shrugged. “Sounds like she hasn’t made her final vow yet, whatever that means.”

“So, she’s not a nun anymore?”

“Guess not,” he said. “Those Catholics do things way differently than us Methodists, don’t they?”

She left the convent. She changed her mind about being a nun. Heat burst through Nick’s system at the news, warming the cold emptiness he’d been feeling. Stupid though it was, he felt better than he had in months.

“It’s unnatural, if you ask me.”

Nick glanced at his dad.

“A woman like Liz is meant to be loved.”

“Yes,” he agreed. A sudden vision flooded him. At the church in Ranchville, right after his brother had driven off with his new bride, Nick had caught Liz alone in the vestibule, staring at her bridesmaid’s bouquet. Her back was to him but he could see the tightness of her shoulders. Before he could turn away and leave her in peace, she’d sensed his presence and looked at him. Wet cheeks, hollowed eyes, lips downward in a frown, she’d raised her hand toward him, then dropped it to her side and raced out of the back door.

He could still feel her sorrow now, and her unspoken need.

Why hadn’t he stayed in the church that day? Why had he followed her to her car?

“Well, what’s it gonna be?”

His father tapped his upper arm, startling him back against the quiet mare. She danced around the yard for a moment before Nick settled her down. Patting her head lightly, he forced his mind back to their conversation. What had they been talking about anyway?

“Well,” his dad said again, “Are you gonna ride off and hide away all day, or are you gonna stay around and make the woman folk happy?”

If one certain woman was around, he wouldn’t have any desire at all to ride off.

Damn, but he was in a bad way. Just because he’d felt a deep connection with her didn’t mean she felt the same way.


Why run and hide? No one could run away from a problem like his. No one with half a brain would even try. In two years, he’d be forty. His age was only a part of his problem, not the whole of it.

“Are you gonna stay around the ranch today?”

Nick nodded. “Yeah, I guess the pasture fencing can wait until tomorrow.”

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