Touching Down is LIVE!!!

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Title: Touching Down

Series: Standalone

Genre: College Sports (Football) Romance/New Adult

Release Date: July 16, 2018

Blurb:
An athlete and an artist fall in love… 

Tortured artist. Popular jock. There’s a reason these stereotypes exist. We were them.

I didn’t meet Jackson Walker until junior year, but from that day forward, I knew my life would forever change. What I didn’t expect, what I didn’t anticipate, was my heart’s betrayal. That I would bend and break and fall helplessly in love with a man who wasn’t mine to keep.

Our love always reminded me of the painting, The Starry Night.

Captivating. Breathtaking. Surreal.

Looking back, that should have been the first red flag. Not only did Van Gogh paint the famous print while a patient in an insane asylum, but he also considered the piece a failure.

Worthless. Broken. Like me.

Still, I saw us reflected in the rich oils, in the thick brush strokes — Jackson’s eyes reflected in the sparkling stars, his smile the bright crescent moon winking in the inky night sky. His presence, massive, all-consuming, demanding attention.

My contributions weren’t so beautiful. I brought the darkness, the swirls of color spilling together like the murky memories of my mind. The dark shadow, the silhouette of the cypress tree looming in the foreground, mourning. Guarding hidden secrets, ugly truths.

He is light. I am darkness. And in the end, darkness always prevails.

Touching Down is a new adult college football romance. If you like shy yet sexy, hot yet sensitive and enough sizzle to melt your Kindle, then you’ll love this steamy romance by best-selling author CJ Martín. 

Disclaimer: Touching Down is a standalone, college football romance, and is intended for readers ages 18+.


 

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A note on Reviews…

Please, please, PLEASE consider leaving a review on Goodreads/Amazon if you liked Touching Down (or any of my books for that matter!)

Reviews mean the world to me. Yes, I read EVERY. SINGLE. ONE. The good ones make me smile, laugh, cry, and so damn happy that I get to share my words with the world. The bad ones (sometimes) ruin my day, make me cry (not in a good way!), and make me want to bang my head against my keyboard. BUT in turn, they also help me grow and become a better writer.

I know it’s a pain in the a$$, we’re all busy, but I look forward to those few lines of encouragement when I’m feeling down or when my words aren’t flowing. AND it helps connect other readers to new books, authors, etc, so PLEASE write a review. I will love you forever, promise ❤

I hope you enjoy Jackson and Brooklyn’s story as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Until next time!

xoxo,

CJ

 

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Touching Down – Cover Reveal!!!

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Today is the day I finally get to share the cover of Touching Down with you all!!!! Isn’t it hot?! I promise Jackson and Brooklyn’s story is just as hot  

Book info:
Title: Touching Down
Release Date: July 16th
Cover Design: Taylor Sullivan, Imagination unCOVERED

Blurb:
An athlete and an artist fall in love…

Tortured artist. Popular jock. There’s a reason these stereotypes exist. We were them.

I didn’t meet Jackson Walker until junior year, but from that day forward, I knew my life would forever change. What I didn’t expect, what I didn’t anticipate, was my heart’s betrayal. That I would bend and break and fall helplessly in love with a man who wasn’t mine to keep.

Our love always reminded me of the painting, The Starry Night.

Captivating. Breathtaking. Surreal.

Looking back, that should have been the first red flag. Not only did Van Gogh paint the famous print while a patient in an insane asylum, but he also considered the piece a failure.

Worthless. Broken. Like me.

Still, I saw us reflected in the rich oils, in the thick brush strokes — Jackson’s eyes reflected in the sparkling stars, his smile the bright crescent moon winking in the inky night sky. His presence, massive, all-consuming, demanding attention.

My contributions weren’t so beautiful. I brought the darkness, the swirls of color spilling together like the murky memories of my mind. The dark shadow, the silhouette of the cypress tree looming in the foreground, mourning. Guarding hidden secrets, ugly truths.

He is light. I am darkness. And in the end, darkness always prevails.

Touching Down is a new adult college football romance. If you like shy yet sexy, hot yet sensitive and enough sizzle to melt your Kindle, then you’ll love this steamy romance by best-selling author CJ Martín.

Add to Goodreads here –> https://bit.ly/2Ko5PXt

P.S. If you wouldn’t mind, please consider sharing the cover AND release info on social media. I’d GREATLY appreciate it!
Readers liking, tweeting, sharing, and commenting about books they like and/or are excited about is an author’s greatest tool to get the word about her books. So please feel free to do all the above 

 

P.S.S. Keep reading for an exclusive excerpt:

 

Chapter: Jax

My thighs quiver, as I make my way down the long, dark tunnel toward the locker room. Coach Paulson and most of my teammates left over two hours ago, but I stayed late with Malloy to practice my long-distance passes. And then, when Malloy got tired and left, I stayed even longer to run an additional three miles. My training regime is militant—some would call it insane—but I’m already into the third quarter of my college football career, and I can’t afford to make any mistakes.

Playing in the professional league isn’t just a dream of mine, it’s my fucking passion, the reason I was put on this Earth, and no one—nothing—is going to stop me from taking my rightful place. Hopefully, as the number one draft pick this upcoming April.

I play hard. Train even harder. My motto? Practice like you’ve never won, and play like you’ve never lost.

When my cleats hit the grass, I’m like a motherfucking stick of dynamite whose fuse has been lit. On the field with a pigskin in my hands is where I shine. And I know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, it’s my time to impress the scouts from nine professional franchises who’ve been tracking my football career since high school.

I bump the closed locker room door with my fist, and it swings open. I’m lost in my thoughts, my mind already fantasizing about a long, hot shower and a loaded chicken burrito from the La Taquería food truck stationed three blocks off campus, which is why I don’t immediately spot the person bent over the ball cage near Coach’s office.

My eyes drag over the figure. She—I’m guessing it’s a she by the mess of long hair tangled in a ponytail—is short. Like really short. Her entire torso rests inside the cage, but her arms still can’t reach the balls in the far corner. Regrettably, I can’t check out the ass so nicely displayed in front of me, because a large grey sweatshirt cascades down to mid-thigh and covers said ass. It’s a damn shame, really.

My eyes linger a moment longer, trying to piece together why this person is here. Sometimes chicks wait in the locker room to gain players’ attention or to get us alone. But like I said, practice ended hours ago, and this girl doesn’t even seem to be aware I’m here. Plus she’s rooting around in the fucking ball cage, which isn’t typical of the Tigettes, our most dedicated and over-the-top female fans.

Clearing my throat, I ask, “Can I help you?”

Startled, the girl releases the two footballs tucked under each arm, and in her haste, hits her head on the metal lid. “Son of a bitch!” She curses, her hand flying to touch the red mark already forming on her forehead.

“Hey,” I say, as I approach. “You okay?”

She takes a step back and wraps her arms around her chest, a protective

gesture. I stop walking and allow some space to remain between us. Holding up my hands I say, “What are you doing in here? If you’re looking for Coach, he left a while ago.”

Her eyes find mine; they’re not open or inviting, but somewhat annoyed and maybe, a touch worried. I try again. “I’m Jax.”

Finally, she speaks. “I know who you are, Jackson Walker.”

This isn’t uncommon. It sounds cocky as fuck, but my reputation—on the field, that is—precedes me everywhere I go. Okay, fine, my other reputation—the one in the bedroom—is pretty well known, too.

I smile my usual sexy, self-assured smile. “You a fan?”

She scoffs—actually scoffs—then says, “No.”

My smile slips, but I coax it back into place. She must be playing hard to get, and if I’m honest, I dig it. Most girls are way too easy, and the monotony of it grates on my nerves. Even though I’m tired and hungry as hell, I’m up for the challenge. “What’s your name?”

“I need to go.” Her eyes dart to the door then back to me. The gears of her mind seem to be calculating the distance, but I’m not entirely sure what she’s thinking, because I can’t get a solid read on her.

Part of my brain—the self-centered part—tells me she’s only acting innocent because…she’s in the guy’s locker room. Alone. Why else would she be here if not for me?

But the other part of my brain—the logical part—tells me that her being here has nothing to do with me. And that quite possibly I’m making her uncomfortable.

Rational thought wins, and I nod before moving to the side, allowing her to pass. She hesitates again, unsure, as her eyes trace a path from me to the door. She pulls her bag closer to her chest and cautiously begins to walk toward the exit. I move in the opposite direction to minimize the intimidation factor, because I’m at least a foot taller and easily weigh one hundred pounds more than her.

“Hey,” I call to her, just as her hand closes around the knob. The truth is I have nothing more to say, but I don’t want her to leave just yet. I’m intrigued.

Her shoulders tense. “Yeah?”

My eyes dart side-to-side, landing on the stack of footballs. “Do you need these?” I tip my chin toward the cage.

“Shit,” she curses, and although her voice is quiet, the word hisses around us.

“I can get them for you?” I move toward the cage. “How many do you need?”

She bends forward and pulls a folded piece of paper from her canvas bag, and I watch as her eyes skim the text. “Six.”

My brows pinch together in question, but I begin to gather what she needs. She moves closer, sets her tote bag on the floor, and opens it wide. At the bottom of the bag, I spot a few paintbrushes and a sketchpad but no other books or ID card clueing me in to her identity.

I don’t want to say I know everybody on campus but I kinda know everybody. Maybe she’s a transfer student. Hoping to keep the conversation flowing, I ask, “What do you need them for anyway?”

“A project,” she says, as I drop the first few balls in.

I turn away and reach for the remaining three. “An art project?”

Her eyes widen in surprise, and I tip my chin to where the bag rests at her feet. “I saw paintbrushes.” She dips her head as I ask, “Does Coach know about this?”

“Your coach is the one making me do this!” Her head snaps back up, her voice rising in agitation with each word. She bends at the waist to pick up the handles of the tote, and a whiff of something floral—rose? Jasmine? Lavender? I don’t fucking know, because I’m a dude—drifts over me, and it smells nice. Really fucking nice. Like a warm summer night mixed with a few drops of fresh water.

Warm nights and fresh water? Really, Jax? What the fuck is happening to you?

She hefts the strap of the tote high on her shoulder. The image is incongruous; the heavy bag looks as though it will topple her and probably weighs as much as she does. “Do you need help with that?”

Clutching the straps tighter, she huffs, “I’m good. Thanks, Jackson.”

“Anytime…?” I pause, voice rising at the end, because she still hasn’t told me her name.

Her eyes linger on mine for a beat, and I think she’ll leave me hanging, but then she says, “Brooklyn.”

“Brooklyn what?” I know I’m taking my chances pushing for more information and my suspicions are confirmed when she gives me a look that says “Really?”

I chuckle, a short, quick laugh, and say, “You know my last name. Everyone does.”

She returns my laugh, but it lacks warmth. Finally, she adds. “DiSalvo.”

I smile as she begins walking toward the door. “It was nice meeting you, New York.”

Her forehead wrinkles for a moment, but then her features set in a scowl. “Nice.” She shakes her head in dismissal. “Real original.

I chuckle and say, “Okay, I guess I kinda deserved that.” She tries to keep her expression neutral, but a small smile breaks through as I try again. “Nice to meet you, Brooklyn.”

She waivers a moment longer before turning back toward the door. My mouth gapes open—is she really walking away?— but then she glances at me over her shoulder, and says, “I’d say the same, but I’d be lying.”

A devilish smile stretches across her face, and I know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, this girl is going to crush not only my game, but my motherfucking world. The crazy part? I’m not bothered in the least. In fact, I’m fucking elated.

Game. On.

 

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I’m back + Excerpt from Upcoming Release

 

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Where to start after all this time? To my fans/readers wondering what the hell happened to me (or maybe it’s entirely possible that NO ONE gives a shit where I’ve been and/or missed me, which is more likely the case! 🤣)  I’ve taken a HUGE step back from not only writing but reading as well. I think life ebbs and flows and sometimes I’m really on top of my writing game, banging out words like a motherfucking machine, responding to emails, posting on social media, etc., and other times, well, I’m not. Nothing in particular happened; no major personal or family issue, no unexpected financial burden, nothing out of the ordinary…I’ve just been busy living my life.

Hobbies change, interests change, and I know everything will return full circle. For the past six, seven, eight, months, where I would have spent reading and/or writing, I’ve spent focusing on my health; preparing meals (doing this thing called cooking, rather than grabbing takeout!) and sweating my ass off riding my Peloton cycle bike every freaking day (and loving every second of it btw!) Which is awesome, amazing, fantastic, but it also takes time. A HUGE amount of time.

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Writing is a passion of mine, but (unfortunately) it’s not the way I support myself. I *wish* I could spend more time writing all the words, but after working a full-day, cooking, cleaning up after dinner, exercising, and showering, I’m freaking exhausted. <– Working women I know you can relate!

That’s not to say, I’ve stopped writing completely, I’m just not as fast I’d like to be 🙂 I’d like to share a snippet from one of WIPs (you read that correctly: WIPs. As in more than one work-in-progress because I start a million different projects at once!)

This WIP is a standalone college romance, sports romance that I’m anticipating releasing late March/early April.

I have a title in mind, but I’m not fully committed to it yet, so for now, let’s call it Untitled. 😉

Please remember that this is raw, unedited, and subject to change!

I’d love to hear what you think in the comments 🙂  Happy reading!

Disclaimer: This work is Coypyright © 2018 by CJ Martín.  All Rights Reserved

No part of this document may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without prior written permission of CJ Martín. Please do not participate in or encourage piracy of copyrighted materials in violation of the author’s rights.

All characters and storyline are the property of the author and your support and respect are appreciated. The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or deceased, is coincidental and not intended by the author.

 

Untitled – Excerpt 

Her eyes flash with surprise as I continue to stare at her. I hold her gaze a few moments longer than is comfortable, but I don’t care because she’s fucking beautiful in the most understated, best possible way. She looks nothing like I remembered her from the locker room yet exactly how I remembered her: tiny, delicate, sweet yet spicy.

I’m not gonna lie, I looked her up on Snapchat. And when I couldn’t find her profile, I checked Instagram and Twitter. I felt like one of the team Tigettes creeping on her profile like some stalker, but I had to know more about her. Had to know what she was about.

Unfortunately, when I did find her, after twenty minutes of searching no less, her profile was set to private. I’d expected that. What I didn’t expect was her profile pic to be a painting. You’ve got to be kidding, I muttered to myself after clicking on the link. All that work and I couldn’t even get a lousy picture of her.

But today, seeing her in person, I’m actually glad that I couldn’t check her out online because I know without a doubt a picture wouldn’t have done her justice. My eyes drag across the length of her body. She wears slim black pants and a dark grey sweater with the word “love” written in white across the chest that flows into an infinity sign. Her heeled black boots add a few inches to her height, but she’s still tiny. I can put her in my pocket.

Her chestnut hair is down, tousled and loose from the wind. She shifts awkwardly and stretches the ends of her sweater over her hands. “You’re staring.” She half-says, half-whispers and her voice jolts me back to the present.

“I’m…” I start but the reporter calls our names cutting me off. “Jax. Brook.”

“Brooklyn.” The heat in her voice as she corrects him surprises me. I arch a brow but she ignores my silent question and moves toward the space that the news crew has cleared.

“Okay. Let’s get a couple of shots with Coach Paulson and the two of you.” Brooklyn stands stiff and rigid, face unsmiling. Truth be told she looks like she’s about to throw up.

“Relax,” I whisper as I smile at the camera. “This won’t take long.”

She keeps her body angled forward but directs her words at me. “Is that what you tell all of the girls?”

Shock courses through me at the jab. I was not expecting that. But it takes me only a moment to come to my senses. “Why don’t you come back to my place and find out?”

She snorts but it dies on her lips when the cameraman directs. “Okay, just Brook and Jax now.”
Her eyes dart to the cameraman and if looks could kill he’d be a dead man. “Brooklyn.”
The cameraman ignores her and snaps a few photos. “Okay,” He changes the angle of the lens. “A little closer.”
“Gladly,” I murmur. Deciding to push my luck, I sling an arm around her shoulders.

“Try not to get your sweat all over me.” She huffs as her body stiffens alongside me.

“What?” I pull her a little closer so that my we’re pressed together from heel to chest. I resist the urge to rub against her, but only because it’d be totally inappropriate and I don’t want the gesture captured on film. “Nothing wrong with a little sweat.”

“Great.” The cameraman says and as soon as he’s turned away Brooklyn swats my chest. She makes a face when she realizes that I’m still wearing my protective pads and I’ve felt nothing. She stomps her foot. She’s so fucking cute. I’m still stuck on that thought as she begins to walk away.

Finally, my body catches up with my brain. “Hey.” I jog to catch up with her. Holy fuck her little legs move fast. “Hey!” I call again. “Wait up.”

“What?” She stands alongside a skinny dude who can only be described as a hipster. I don’t recognize his face from around campus. Fuck, the art department is like a whole other species. But then a more sinister thought occurs to me. Maybe this guy is her boyfriend.

“Aren’t you going to introduce me?” I question, gesturing to the hipster dude, the entire time hoping, praying, she’ll say he’s only a friend. Or a cousin. Or a… I don’t give fuck who he is so as he’s not her boyfriend.

“No.” She shakes her head. “We were just leaving.”
The guy’s eyes dart between Brooklyn and me. After a moment’s pause, he says, “Corey Winters.”
“Corey!” Brooklyn shrieks.

“Nice to meet you.” I tip my chin. “You a student here?”
“No.” Corey laughs and shakes his head. “Not at all.”
My eyes drift to Brooklyn who looks like she’s ready to throat punch Corey. Based on their body language they don’t seem as though they’re together but I can’t be sure. Some people aren’t into PDA.

“Good game,” Corey says.

“Thanks, man.”

There’s an awkward pause and finally, Brooklyn says. “We’re gonna go.”
“Okay,” I agree reluctantly. I’m debating whether or not it’d be a dick move to ask for her number. I mean, if Corey’s her boyfriend then yeah it would be, but neither of them has given any indication that they’re a couple. Don’t you think one of them would say something? Fuck it. “Can I get your number?”
Her nose scrunches. “Why?”
I look at her and Corey. No jealous outburst. No clenched fist. No reaction, at all. I smile at Brooklyn. “So I can call you.”
“Why?” She questions again.

Seriously? I may be tired but I know I’m not that off my game. It’s more than obvious the reason I’m asking.

            “Jesus,” Corey hisses. Shit. Maybe I misjudged the situation after all. But goddamnit if I didn’t think Brooklyn would have better taste than to date a guy with a man bun. Maybe she’s into artistic dudes.

            I’m just about to walk away when Corey speaks. He holds his cell phone in one hand. “What’s your number?”
I repeat the digits without thought, but then it occurs to me, Why does her boyfriend want my number?

“Done.” He says and slips his cell back into his jeans. I watch, closely, as he stuffs the phone into his pocket because honestly, I don’t know how it fits. His jeans are tighter than my football pants.

“I texted you her number.” Corey spins toward Brooklyn. “Can we please go now?” His voice is dramatic and a touch whiny.

“Thanks, man.” I hold my fist up for Corey to pound, which he does, rather reluctantly.

“Unbelievable,” Brooklyn mutters and turns to me. “Don’t call me.”
“Okay, okay. I won’t.” I draw an “X” over my heart. “I promise.”
She grumbles under her breath and loops her arm with Corey’s.

A huge smile lights up my face as they walk away.

A phone call may be off the table. But she never said anything about texting…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Forever Hearts 99c Pre-order

In case you missed it I have a book releasing on August 3rd and for the next four days, it’s only 99 pennies!!!! On release day the price goes back up to $2.99 so grab it at the sale price before it’s too late!

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Forever Hearts is a standalone friends to lovers new adult (coming of age) romance.

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Read an excerpt here.

Add to TBR and read early reviews here.

 

Happy reading!

 

Forever Hearts – Cover Reveal

Look at the pretty…

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Today is the cover reveal for my new, STANDALONE friends to lovers romance, Forever Hearts! I’ve been *dying* to share this cover with you all and the day is finally here!

Isn’ it beautiful?! *Squee* Hang Le did an amazing job!  I’m in love with it and with this story! ❤ I can’t wait for you to all meet Jesse and Riley! August 3rd can’t come soon enough 🙂

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and lots of other goodies, so don’t miss out 🙂
Before you go…

Sharing the cover AND release info on social media is GREATLY appreciated. Readers liking, tweeting, sharing, and commenting about books they like and/or are excited about is an author’s greatest tool to get the word about her books. So please feel free to do all the above 🙂

Check back soon for an exclusive sneak peek at the first TWO CHAPTERS!

XOXO,

CJ

 

Five for Friday # 4

Happy Friday everyone! I’m actually playing hooky from work today. Shhh…don’t tell anyone!

April showers bring May flowers…The past week in Pennsylvania has been fairly damp and rainy.  Perfect weather for snuggling up on the couch with blanket and good book! I actually really love the rain, especially when I’m home (days like today 👍🏻)

Here is a recap of my thoughts/activities from this past week:

1.) Okay, I know I said I don’t watch a lot of TV (I really don’t…I think) but last night I watched the new ABC series Imaginary Mary. It was hilarious!!!! I only watched the pilot episode and maybe I was just in the mood to laugh, but it was hysterical. It’s like Ted (the movie) but from a female perspective. I highly recommend checking it out. It’s available on the ABC app.

2.) Need a pick me up? Then you need to watch Jamin’s Downtown Disney Flashmob Proposal. I’ve seen it countless times and it always makes me smile 🙂 There’s dancing and Disney and Bruno Mars and a cute couple….#goodtimes

Click here⇢⇢⇢ Jamin’s Downton Disney Flashmob Proposal

P.S. The intro is a little long…but trust me, you won’t be disappointed 😉

3.)  I’m ridiculously excited about this new notebook I picked up in Staples the other day. Do I need another notebook? No, no I do not. But I am sucker for pretty stationary, especially stationary with inspiring quotes.  Isn’t it pretty?!

 

4.) I hate traffic. Mr. M and I attended our money conference on Tuesday night (I talked about this in first FFF post). The event was being hosted in a historic theater (read: no parking) in a suburb of Philadelphia. We knew we would be hitting rush hour traffic so we gave ourselves plenty of time to get to the event; it was general admission seating and the event was sold out. We did not, however, expect to be stopped at the same stoplight for over forty-five minutes. Seriously, ever time the light turned green, and we didn’t move, I felt my life slowly slipping away. I’m a fairly patient person, but traffic is something I cannot deal with. After driving around for another half-hour looking for parking (this was a downtown area with no parking garages) we made it to the show—flustered and exhausted—but we made it just in time.

P.S. The show was great 🙂

5.) I have a girl crush on Alicia Keys. I love her spirit and honesty and I think she’s an amazing role model for women. Plus, I recently heard that she never wears make-up (I don’t know if this is true?) but if so, it makes me love her even more. And her voice! I’ve been known to sing (read: perform) her songs a time or two. Not saying I do it well but…

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Okay friends, that’s all I got this week! Make it a great weekend!

Until next time, here’s some solid advice:

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❤ CJ

 

Five for Friday # 3

Another week has come and gone. Most Fridays I’m caught somewhere between “Where the hell did the week go?” and “Thank God it’s Friday!”

Here’s a recap of what’s been up in my world 🙂

1.) Dieting Issues: I decided that March was going to be the month that I cleaned up my diet. No more junk food, no more chocolate 😥, no more eating out…basically no more fun. And guess what? I did really well for the first twelve days. Then, I fell off the wagon one night, which snowballed into the next day and then the next. Now here we are March 31st and there’s been little to no progress on Mission: Lose Ten Pounds by Summer. But seriously, why does dieting have to be so freaking hard?! I heard analogy about dieting many years ago that I think sums it up perfectly: “Dieting is like masturbating…it gets the job done but it’s not as satisfying.” #Facts

2.) I attended a “TA Talk” at a local university this past Wednesday. Essentially it’s a free workshop that features The Fulbright Exchange teaching assistants who have worked at college the past school year. Mr. M and I attend every year; it’s so interesting to hear about education in other countries, different value systems, foods, language, etc.
Interesting fact: One TA was from Nepal and to say “hello” or “goodbye” in Nepali is the expression”namaste”. Being a yoga instructor (and huge yogi!) I was super excited to learn this 🙂

Side note: If you’re not familiar with The Fulbright Exchange it’s an incredible, federally-funded exchange program for teachers and/or graduate students seeking advanced placement within certain fields.  You can read more about it here –> Fulbright Exchange

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3.) I’m not much of a TV watcher but I started watching The Arrangement on the E! Network.  Anyone else watching it? The premise of the show is that a no-name Hollywood actress is hired to be the fiancée of an A-list celebrity. who recently went through a very public breakup. There’s a lot of back story – the A lister is a bit closed off and belongs to some spiritual cult (for lack of a better word) and the no-name actress has her own secrets.  I can’t decide if I love it or hate it but every week I tune in to see what happens so I guess I’m lovin’ it 🙂

4.) I’m a closet nerd (okay, maybe not so closet 😂) and I love learning the origin of sayings that we use in modern language. Take the expression “caught red-handed” for example. A co-worker and I recently got into a discussion about this phrase. I thought it had to do with fire alarms; supposedly there’s dye inside of them that ruptures when pulled and therefore can (potentially) identify the person who pulled the alarm. I’ve never researched this though, so this theory could be complete myth. 🙂

My co-worker claimed it had something to do with bank bags; a dye pack is placed inside a bank bag (during a robbery, for example) and then can later be triggered using a remote, wireless device. The dye pack ruptures and coats the bills with ink (I’m not sure if it’s visible or not) and makes the bills easily identifiable to authorities.

But those two interesting theories aside, Google tells us that the true origin of the expression “caught red-handed” dates back to 15th century Scotland and refers to someone who is (quite literally) red-handed due to blood from either murder or poaching. Who knew?

5.) Friday night is pizza night in our house. As far back as I can remember Friday nights were always pizza night. My family would order a pizza and my older sister and I would each pick out a movie to rent at Blockbuster…those were the days!

Mr. M and I still do this; Friday nights are our time to relax, eat some pizza, and watch Shark Tank. #LifeOfTheParty

Speaking of which…it’s time for dinner!

Until next time friends…

Hakuna Matata

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Five for Friday # 2

 

 

Welcome back to Five for Friday, Round # 2

Spring is finally here (yay!) and while there still may be snow on the ground in  Pennsylvania I’m smiling because it will be flip-flop weather soon 🙂

Okay so here’s a run-down of my week:

1.) Is anyone else getting an annoying amount of ADS for Mahabis? No? I’m the only one??? Seriously?! For the past week (maybe a bit longer)their ADS have been popping up everywhere…from my Facebook feed to Twitter to Pinterest to Instagram! I can’t help but think that the universe is trying to tell me something, like maybe I really need these slippers in my life 😊 . I think I’m falling victim to their marketing  tactics because I found myself clicking on their website and shopping around. They’re wearing me down, man! I  *almost* purchased a pair before I came to my senses and gave myself a stern talking to. The conversation went something like this: CJ, they’re slippers! Yes, but… They’re ninety-eight freakin’ dollars!!! Do not buy them!

I bowed my head and closed the browser. But hey, maybe I’m the one missing out here…anyone own a pair and can let me know?

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2.) Avocado Toast is everything. I first had avocado toast while vacationing in Edinburgh last summer. I love avocados but was skeptical of eating it on toast—don’t ask why, I’m weird like that—but that all changed the second I tasted the most amazing, delicious, tasty, crunchy, oh-so-good toast in the world. One bite and I was hooked and I’ve done my best to duplicate the Scottish version.

I usually make this on the weekends (during the week I don’t have time to sit and eat breakfast so I typically grab a smoothie on the way out the door).
Here’s the recipe:

  • 2 slices of sour dough bread, toasted
  • 1 ripe, avocado, pitted and sliced
  • Sun-dried tomato spread
  • Mix equal amounts: chia seeds, sesame seeds, red hot pepper flakes, and crushed sea salt (sprinkle over toast)

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P.S. Also pictured is another absolute obsession of mine – Honest T: Moroccan Green Mint…seriously it’s the BEST tea ever but I think I’ll save rambling on about it for another post 🙂

3.) This picture:

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I pinned this picture the other day on Pinterest and I’m still thinking about it. Even though it’s such a simple photo I absolutely love its meaning. Reading (and writing!) takes you on a magical adventure (sorry this sounds so corny, but it’s true 😊 )to explore new worlds and cultures, it shifts perspectives, broadens the mind…it’s like traveling while curled up on the couch with your favorite blanket. It’s perfection.

4.) My deadline is approaching for current WIP: Forever Hearts (May 1st) and I’m nowhere close to being done. Current work count = 28,729 *hangs head in shame*

But in my defense I do my best work under pressure; I need  a deadline. That being said I see a lot of late nights in my near future!!!

P.S. I really, really want to share my “blurb” but I’m still tweaking it. I will soon, as in next week soon. I promise!  <– See, I told you I need a deadline 🙂

5.)  Mr. M and I purchased Fitbits (I know, we’re really late to the party) and I’ve become borderline obsessed with checking my heart rate. My resting heart is rate low (typically in the 60-65 range bpm range) but the second I start doing anything physical it shoots up… a lot (90 bpm or higher). It comes down fairly quickly but still it kind of freaks me out…like am I going to die or something? It’s probably  just a sign that I need to more physical exercise and less sitting. But then again, I’m sure it’s fine 😉

There are so many different types of Fitbits. Based on a friend’s recommendation we got the FitBit Charge 2:

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It’s pretty, but I’m not a huge watch/bracelet person so it’s been an adjustment wearing it all of the time.

Until next time here’ a super cute puppy to make you smile:

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P.S. You’re welcome for getting that song stuck in your head 🤣

❤ CJ

FIVE for Friday # 1

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Welcome to my first FIVE for Friday post : -)  First, let’s all take a minute to rejoice because it’s FRIIIIIDAYYYY, my absolute favorite day of the week. There aren’t many things that I love more than driving home from work after a long week knowing that I am free for the next forty-eight hours. No alarms, no making lunches, hell, no bra if I so choose, which btw I don’t. Sometimes.  Okay, a lot of the time but that’s neither here nor there 😉

I thought it would be a nice end to the week to share five highlights from my week; complete randomness, from the products I’m loving, beautiful and inspiring quotes, trivia (I love random trivia and have an intense urge to share it with the world), to funny stories, to music I’m listening to, to my current works in progress… you get the idea!

Let’s dive right in:

1.) Random fact: I recently read that there are six people in the world who look exactly like you and there’s a 9 percent chance (statistically speaking) that you will meet one of them. Now, I can’t cite a credible source (it was a meme) but if this is true it’s pretty cool…and a little creepy.  I wonder what my “twins” are doing right now?! Maybe they’re wishing for spring as much as I am even as the snow continues to fall outside!

2.) Product shout out: Paula’s Choice Skincare line is a godsend!  I have super sensitive/oily skin and have struggled with acne since adolescence. In fact, I am still struggling with it into my thirties, which seems  a bit ridiculous if you ask me. PC Ultra-Light Mattifying Daily Fluid is awesome because it’s super light and contains SPF 30+ to protect my skin. I wear it every day and have never broken out once. The only caveat: it’s a little difficult to find. Amazon is hit or miss so I’ve been ordering it from the DermStore.

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3.) I’m a podcast junkie. I have a long commute to work (about an hour each way) so I use this time to catch up on the goings on of the world. If you’re into finances (I know what you’re thinking: Is there anyone who is actually interested in finances? *Raises hand proudly and shouts* “ME!”) a great podcast to check out is the Dave Ramsey Show. It’s a talk radio show that is 100% free and I’ve learned so much about budgeting, bills, and investing since I’ve started listening. His motto is to live “debt free” and he outlines a step-by-step plan that it’s easy to follow. At the risk of sounding like a complete nerd, Mr. M. and I have tickets to attend Dave’s live event in April and I’m über excited for it!

4.) What I’m reading: Nicole London’s Mr. Popular. I’m about halfway through and I’m liking it so far. I’ve been in a bit of a book funk lately and I downloaded it on a whim, but I’m pleasantly surprised. I’ll keep you posted  🙂

5.) One of Mr. M’s best friends is staying with us this weekend (he’s flying in from California) and he and Mr. M have a TON of bro-dates planned. What does this mean for me? The house 100% to myself. As much as I love Mr. M, every girl needs some time to herself every now and then. I’m planning on getting a lot of writing done on my current WIP, Forever Hearts—more on this next week 😉 .  Notice I used the word planning because sometimes I fall victim to the magic lure of Netflix and then all bets are off. Wish me luck!

How was your week?  Any exciting plans for the weekend? Leave any questions or comments below. I love hearing from you.

Until next week….here are some cute puppies to keep you company 🙂

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❤ CJ

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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