I would like …


I would like to welcome S.A. Jones to my blog.  She has a new book with three other fantastic authors called Harvest Treats. You will not only read stories from S.A. Jones but Lisa Bilbrey, Elizabeth Lawrence and Michele Richard as well.


Image      S.A. Jones is a military wife and mother of two boys. As far back as

she can remember she has always written stories of some sort, and the

times she can’t remember, her mother has interjected that she was also
a writer.

As well as being a writer, Mrs. Jones is also an avid reader. She
primarily enjoys thrillers, but is always a stickler for a good
romance novel, especially those falling within the historical fiction

Beyond writing, she also enjoys photography, scrapbooking, and crafting.






Guest post from the fabulous S.A. Jones:

I begin my day at about six am by brewing myself a lovely cup of hot tea. Taking a calming, deep breath, I do a bit of yoga in order to focus myself, followed by settling in to my luxurious computer chair, opening a blank document, and tapping out a masterpiece… Is what people probably think when I say I’m an author.  The reality of it, is so much more. Above and beyond being an author, I’m an editor, my own worst critic, a mother, and wife. This is how my day typically starts here lately…

Wake up at about six am, to the thundering sounds of my oldest son, “Bug”, jumping up and down in his bedroom while singing “John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt” at the top of his lungs. While remaining barefoot, I try to slip my way into the kitchen as quietly as possible so I can brew a cup of hot tea. Which is supposedly weight loss tea, and if it doesn’t turn out to work, I would have paid way too much for it. Despite my efforts of silent, I hear,
“GOOD MORNING, MOMMY!” Screamed from the top of the steps, and which point Bug comes running down the steps, and declares he is hungry and wants breakfast. I manage to convince him to hold off maybe another thirty minutes since lunch is at eleven, and I don’t want him to be a terror at school because he’s hungry. By now I have Bug settled at the table with a bowl of cereal, and I’m now cleaning up where I somehow poured milk completely over the side of his bowl. I’ve also managed to brew my tea, but I’ve forgotten to remove the leaves, and have inhaled a leaf. It’s not even seven yet, yay.

While Bug is eating his breakfast, I settle on to the couch and boost the laptop, peaking into Skype to see if there is anything needed from me in that instant for the wonderful women at Renaissance Romance Publishing, or at Jitterbug PR (run by the amazing Ali of Ali’s Bookshelf). Generally at seven, we’re all rushing about to get our kids about, so nothing is needed of me… Yet.

At five-years-old, Bug is old enough to clear his own bowl, so he does. He then proceeds up the stairs to get dressed for the day, and then spends the next thirty to forty-five minutes following me around the house, arguing about where his shoes are and aren’t, and by this time his younger brother, “Gnat”, has woken up. Gnat, being only six-months-old is substantially less self-sufficient, so I go about getting him ready for the day. Still arguing with Bug about his shoes.

Eight rolls around, and it’s time to get out the door. We’re going on an hour arguing about the location of shoes, in which I take three steps upstairs, and can see the landing at the top, and his shoes are sitting right there. At this point I’m doing my best not to continue arguing with him, and I’ve realized I’ve yet to dress myself this morning. Which leads to the Mom attire. Shorts, a t-shirt someone has probably managed to throw up, spit on, snot on, or one of the other many things kids do, before I can walk out the front door, and the shaping sneakers that look like they’re platform.

Fast forward to dropping Bug off at school as we recite the following, “We don’t hit. We don’t kick. We don’t spit. We don’t throw rocks. We don’t push. We listen to our teacher. We do our class work. We will be good today.” I send him on his merry way with his little Cars book bag with matching lunchbox (oh, did I not mention, I’ve managed to pack him lunch somewhere during the argument about shoes), and say a silent prayer that the teacher doesn’t have to call me.

Shaking your head at all of that, as you find it relatable, or are thinking that I am a mad woman, I’m sure that you’ve noticed there seems to be NOTHING about being an author in there. That’s because there really wasn’t. I am an author, but there’s so many other things that come with that as well. Let’s fast forward again.

I’m back home now. Thank goodness. Gnat is fed, and down for a nap, so I sit down in front of the laptop once more. I realize in the hour since I last checked in, there’s a hundred or so pings back and forth in RenRom’s Skype communications, and I now have acquired a list of things to do, and soon! I go into a document that I’ve been staring at for days on end even though I’ve had writer’s block and it doesn’t seem to be going anywhere. Once in said document, I’m thrilled to realize the writer’s block is gone! Hurray! Right? Wrong. The last two chapters I wrote seemed all wrong, and now I’m down a couple grand words, because I’ve deleted the chapters. I spend the next couple hours going back and editing everything that I’ve already done, and lose a couple hundred more words, and now half of it doesn’t make sense anymore.

I manage to get to a point where I can finally start writing again, but now Gnat is up, and it’s time to get ready to pick Bug up from school. By the time that’s done, and we’re back home, there are still other obligations to be done. Writing Dad an e-mail since he’s deployed, soccer practice at five-thirty, dinner when we get home, baths, bed, etc. We’re inching in on eight pm now, and I’ve still yet to accomplish anything.

Three hour long writer’s group sessions later, I’m back up a few grand on the word count! Yay! It’s also eleven pm at this point, I still have editing to do, a second piece that I’m writing, and Bug who will wake up in seven hours, once again singing “John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt”. Which I end up walking around the kitchen singing myself some mornings.

No, I don’t get to sit in a luxurious computer chair, I’m generally sprawled on the couch with my laptop, looking like the biggest bum ever, or in a hard-backed dining room chair at the desktop computer. I do get my tea, which is delicious, and one of the few splurges I have. Yoga would be wonderful to do, but unless I plan it between four and five am, I don’t see it happening. Masterpieces do not come flowing through my brain on a regular basis, though I wish they did, and I am my own worst critic.

If you asked me ten years ago what my dream job was, I would tell it I was an aspiring author. The editing I just happened to fall in love with along the way as well, which works to my advantage at times, and works totally against me at others.  At the end of the day though, I love my husband, I love my kids, I love my family, I love my friends, I love my job, and I love the people I work with. If you asked me ten years ago what my dream job was, I would tell it I was an aspiring author.

The Book cover and Summary:


The Journey Home

 The Sharks’ star quarterback, Travis McCoy has it all, until an injury ends his season early. When he receives an invitation to attend the big homecoming game from his alma mater, Travis decides it’s time to face his past. The journey home sends Travis down a path that he never expects. Will he be able to come to grips when everything around him is spiraling out of control?

Love Something Fierce

 Claire Beausejour is a single mother working two jobs, and putting up with the daily antics of her three roommates, as she tries to better the life she leads for herself and her daughter, Hope. That is until she meets Dawson Williams, best friend to Hope’s father. Despite the circumstances, a friendship begins to develop between Claire and Dawson, leading to events neither could have ever expected.

 10 Days to Love

Richie Graham and Danielle ‘Dani’ MacDonald have been best friends for four years. Now that the time has come to leave Old Orchard Beach for college, the countdown begins to say goodbye. The race to close down her family’s motel for the season and for their hearts begins. With ten days left, will they see what’s always been right in front of them? Or is there too much left unsaid?

My Apple Tree

David Cleary and Katie O’Connell had the perfect love. When they are separated by tragedy, David is devastated and refuses to move on — until he meets Emily “Mel” Wallace. Gun-shy Mel understands how a heart can break in the aftermath of violence. Although neither of them want to love again, the attraction between them is difficult to resist. David wants to keep Mel safe, but first he will need to risk his heart.



GIVEAWAY:  http://jitterbugpr.blogspot.com/2012/08/upcoming-tour-harvest-treats.html



Tour Dates:

17thReader’s After Dark (Guest Post by S.A. Jones)

            Fandom Fanatic (Character interview, Lisa Bilbrey)

18thBreath of Life (Guest Post by Elizabeth Lawrence)

19thAli’s Bookshelf (Interview with Elizabeth Lawrence)

20thMich’s Book Review (Review, Interview and Character Interview with                Elizabeth Lawrence)

21stLindsey Gray (Review)

22nd – Storytime Book Review (Guest Post with Michele Richard)

23rd – 

24thBookish Babbles with Michelle (Review)

25thK is for Kechell (Review)

The above dates for the 22nd and the 23rd are still open, should be filled by later today.  So those two dates will have blog stops as well.  A final copy of schedule will be posted on jitterbugpr.blogspot.com early tomorrow morning. 




  1. It’s like you’re in my house everyday…..

    Great job, hon.

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