Wednesday Words: Guest post by Ashley Ladd

I’m honored to be back. It’s beginning to feel like home away from home. 🙂

Words are my life. They’re my lifeline. I have a confession. I’m hard of hearing and my hearing is growing worse daily. I fear soon I’ll be little better than deaf. Despite that, words will still be of tantamount importance to me, especially the written word. Thus the appearance of words, such as words in today’s selection, will be of even more importance to me than ever before. Don’t these words LOOK awesome?

Syzygy: – This is a pretty cool sounding word. It’s rather amazing to look at too. It means an alignment of three celestial objects, as the sun, the earth, and either the moon or a planet. I could see this as part of the title for a ménage romance.

Cadywampus: This is a super fun word. I’ve always liked it. It looks and sounds as off-center as it’s meaning. To be cadywampus means that something is crooked, positioned diagonally, or just wrong entirely. – See more at:

Gobbledygook: This word is as messed us and mixed up as the things it describes, thus I love it! It’s such a delightfully weird word and fun to say. I don’t use it much in writing but I confess to using it in my personal speech. I probably will use it in a book some day. Never say never. J

Thank you! I’ve had a lot of fun hanging out here and playing with words.

Someone’s trying to kill Deanna, but is it the ghosts she doesn’t believe in, the rich socialite who might be a murderess, or someone else with a beef against The Gilroy Hotel and Resort that Deanna has just been hired to manage?  The Gilroy’s owners want the ghosts, or whoever is causing the trouble at the hotel eliminated, and they are pressuring Deanna to do the job as quickly as possible. Harry DeVeaux, paranormal investigator comes highly recommended to do the job and against Deanna’s better judgment, she hires him.


Although Deanna thinks Harry’s crazy for believing in ghosts and Harry thinks Deanna has a closed mind to the possibilities of ghosts and they highly annoy each other, sparks fly. Deanna can’t help but fantasize about Harry and inspired by a romance convention visiting her hotel, writes her fantasies in a private blog that Harry finds, hacks, and reads. Ooh la la!


“I think we should run and hide. Fast!”

She tried to look around to see if there was a law enforcement agent nearby, but he tugged her hard and pulled her behind him. “Why, is there a cop?”

“If there isn’t, I’m sure there will be soon.”

“Where do we run to?” Unfortunately, there was only white sand, water and people as far as she could see. No hideouts.

He looked around with wild eyes and changed direction. “Damn! Policeman at three o’clock. We’ll swim in the ocean until we get down shore a ways.”

She glanced around and saw the officer swiftly approaching with a deep frown etched on his face. Damn. “What about your car keys? Are they waterproof?”

“If we can get out of eyesight for a moment, we’ll ditch our stuff, swim down shore, then come back when the coast is clear. I doubt our crime’s big enough they’ll chase us very long.”

Crime? They were criminals? Her jaw dropped. She’d been so horny that hadn’t occurred to her. Not on a nude beach.

She told herself to get over it and live on the edge. A little danger, a little fun, was good once in a while.

Tinkling laughter escaped her lips and she picked up her step, kicking sand behind her. “Is he still chasing us?”

Harry looked back and shook his head. “No. But I still think we should disappear for a while before making our way to my Jeep. Do you like to swim?”

“A lot.” She’d been eyeing the hotel pools for weeks but hadn’t had time to enjoy them.

“Well, today’s your day. You get to frolick in the ocean.” He dropped the bags, rummaged through and pulled out their suits. “Hurry and put this on. Take off the hat and glasses. We want to look as different as possible.”

He took the hat and glasses with them and ditched them in the first garbage can they passed. He swept her off her feet, carried her into the ocean and, with a wicked grin, tossed her into a large incoming wave.

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Ashley Ladd lives in South Florida with her husband, five children, and beloved pets. She loves the water, animals (especially cats), and playing on the computer.

She’s been told she has a wicked sense of humor and often incorporates humor and adventure into her books. She also adores very spicy romance, which she weaves into her stories.

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