Handbags, Books...Whatever

Handbags, Books...Whatever (http://www.vickibatman.blogspot.com) is the website of Vicki Batman, sassy writer of sexy and funny fiction. Handbag lover. Avid Jazzerciser. Mah jong player. Yoga practioner. Movie fan. Book devourer. Choc-aholic. Best Mom ever. And adores Handsome.

HBW Calendar

  • 12/25 - Merry Christmas!
  • 12/21 - Handbag & Book, Reggi Alder
  • 12/18 - Handbag & Book, Vicki Batman
  • 12/14 - Handbag & Book, Kathryn Randle
  • 12/11 - Handbag & Book, Kathleen Krevat
  • 12/07 - Handbag & Book, Melissa Keir
  • 12/04 - Handbag & Book, Connie Bretes
  • 11/30 - Handbag & Book, open
  • 11/27 - Handbag & Book, VB
  • 11/23 - Happy Thanksgiving!

Monday, December 11, 2017

Handbag and Book w Kathleen Krevat: A Birthday Gift from Hubby #birthdaygift #accessory #worksofart

My husband bought me this gorgeous handbag as a birthday gift. It was created by one of my most creative friends, which is saying a lot! Susan Forte O’Neil. She’s an amazing artist, designer, teacher, businessperson and more. Check out her website:

Forte Designs

I love to carry around my own work of art created with love.

Single mom and gourmet cat food entrepreneur Colbie Summers thought she’d escaped her tiny California hometown forever. But when her father needs her, she packs up her adolescent son, their finicky feline, Trouble, and her budding business. She knows change is tough—but she doesn’t expect it to be murder . . .

A chicken rang the doorbell.

I stood in the open doorway, a little dumbfounded, and stared down at the beige bird with a mop of floppy feathers on its head that looked like a hat. The kind of hat women wore as a half joke to opening day at the horse races. How could it even see through that thing? And did it really just ring the doorbell?

Braving the mid-morning heat of Sunnyside, California, inland from downtown San Diego by twenty miles and what felt like twenty degrees hotter, I stuck my head out and looked up and down my dad’s street. No teens were hanging around, giggling over their prank.

The chicken ruffled its whole body as if to say, “Yes, it was me.” The you idiot was implied by the way it poked his beak toward me and then scratched its feet on the wooden porch floor.

“Right.” I spoke out loud. To a chicken. I had to get out of the house more.

I’d been up since four in the morning, grinding various chicken parts and cooking them for my organic cat food business and I was already tired. Maybe this was a poultry hallucination brought on by exhaustion. Or induced by guilt.

Maybe this was the king of the chicken underworld, seeking retribution for what was going on in my kitchen.

I shook my head. I had to stop reading so many of those horror novels my blood-thirsty twelve-year-old son, Elliott, couldn’t get enough of.

Find The Trouble with Murder at: bookstore

Find Kathy Krevat at: website

I love the handbag, Kathy. I can't wait to go to the site and see what else the designer does.

Thursday, December 07, 2017

Handbag and Book w #author Melissa Keir: More Christmas Lovin' #boxedset #Christmasstories #bargainshopping

I’m a bargain shopper. Most of my handbags come from Target…on clearance. After my husband decided to splurge and get me a quality leather purse, I literally wore it out. We were on vacation and trolling the re-sale shops in a quaint little town in Northern Michigan when I spotted this purse on a rack.
First, my husband had to be sure it was leather and when I checked the interior space, I was pleased as well. It was perfect, so I bought it and filled it, then threw away the one in tatters while still in the middle of the store!
Brighten this holiday season with seven stories from New York Times, USA Today, national bestselling, and award-winning authors. Grab a cup of your favorite cocoa, coffee or tea, a holiday treat and settle in with the authors from More Christmas Lovin’ for a festive holiday read.

Santa for Christmas by Lisa Kumar. A sexy elf who hates everything about Christmas is forced to be Santa and must go into the seething heart of humanity—the abode of a beautiful single mother and her child in order to save them.

An EverAfter Christmas by K.S. Thomas.  Sailor Belle is no stranger to adventure, so being stranded in a blizzard three days before her wedding, is not about to stop her from marrying the man of her dreams. But then, as the obstacles keep coming, she clings to her last hope - it’s the season for miracles, and she may need one to get her EverAfter Christmas.

Holiday Homecoming by Melissa Keir. Two broken hearts mend as love blossoms, but when danger comes calling, can the two loners learn to rely on each other or will they lose all they have found?

Mistletoe & Ashes by RaeAnne Hadley. Tiffany knew the threats of being a firefighter on the Hot Shots team. She embraced the heat and the danger but she could have never predicted that her heart and her mind would be in peril. Could a Christmas miracle save her or would she end up as ashes?

Seduction at the Christmas Court by Jenna Jaxon. Lord and Lady Longford have journeyed to the Christmas Court of King Edward III to wait upon the king and take part in some Yuletide merriment. When Geoffrey is suddenly called to war, and rumors of his death arise, Alyse fends off an old suitor who wants to renew their friendship. But how long will he take “No” for an answer?

All I Want For Christmas by Deb Julienne. Who knew one little boy’s Christmas wish could change so many lives?

The Christmas Fantasy by D’Ann Lindun. Widower Christian Vega believes he’ll never find true love again, until an actress catches his eye. But she’s way out of this cowboy’s league. Hope Snowden swears to never date another out-of-work actor again. Then she falls for a cowboy-turned-stuntman. Is it love, or just a Christmas fantasy?

Excerpt from Holiday Homecoming by Melissa Keir:

Tanner studied the woman. Her strawberry-blonde hair slid around her shoulders like waves, colors a mix like the fall leaves on a tree: red, gold, and light brown. Her tresses were thick, with a little natural curl. She obviously didn’t hit the salon to style it each week like his sister did. He glanced at her fingers. No wedding ring and no shiny high-end polish. In fact, her nails were uneven and short, as if she’d been chewing on them.

The woman’s pain over the crash and then smiles at his daughter had his heart beating faster. It wasn’t the practiced expression he’d often seen of the women he’d dated in New York, donned to make him think they were “good with children,” but more of a shy, small-town variety. With the way she looked at the baby in her arms, he knew she’d never be a danger to his daughter. Love radiated from her as she rocked the baby on her hip but still managed to discuss the book in his daughter’s hands.

The woman’s clothes dwarfed her body. Worn and out of style, they appeared more like hand-me-downs than her everyday fashion, but it was the contents of her cart that had him thinking she didn’t have much money. Only generic store brands and minimal things. No splurges for coffee or soda. No treats of ice cream or steaks. The picture she painted was one of poverty, as if she lived on the streets, no place for a baby.

His sister’s idea flashed through his mind. Maybe he’d run into a woman who could help him with his work schedule as well as caring for his daughter. Trusting his gut had gotten Tanner a successful Manhattan restaurant. Maybe he should trust it again. As he enveloped his daughter in a hug, he vowed to at least offer.

Find More Christmas Lovin’ at: Only $0.99 or #free with #KindleUnlimited: Amazon
Find Melissa Keir at: Website
Hi, Melissa and thank you for sharing your boxed set and your story. I have thrown away handbags in a store too. And I love a good bargain. Shop "Clearance First" is my motto. Happy Holidays!

Monday, December 04, 2017

Handbag and Book: Don't want to carry a purse w Constance Bretes #musthaves #contemporary romance

I am not one to have to carry purses anymore. It used to be that I had to carry a suitcase purse for all my stuff that I had to have available and handy. There are certain things that I MUST have in my purse. My inhaler, for one, hearing aid batteries, wallet, and of course, little note pads for writing.
This particular purse, I got from my husband's storage unit purchases. I thought it was kind of cute, and of course, the cost? $0.00. Oh yeah, and I am a cheapie. This is smaller than usual for me and my wallet barely fits in it. But, it will work.

Marissa came home to escape her abusive ex-husband. Her home was her haven, until Riley invaded her space.
It seemed to Riley that Marissa was being evasive and noncommittal. She sure was an attractive woman, maybe a little too thin, but she had a lovely face and perfect rose-colored lips. Something about her piqued his interest.
“I just wondered how you were. Is this the first time you’ve been back to Frankenburg since high school?”
“What brings you back?”
“I wanted to come back.” She crossed her arms over her chest.
He was aware of her annoyance, he tried to coax her into a better mood, but failed.
“Marissa, if you’d like, I could make you an offer on the twenty acres of land. That would give you enough money to buy a nice home in town and live more comfortably than you would here.”
“Why are you so bent on me leaving this house?” Marissa shot him a cold look, uncrossing her arms and squeezing her hands into fists.
“I’m not bent on anything, but I told you before I think the house is dangerous to live in.”
“Well, it’s my problem, so I’d appreciate it if you would mind your own business.”
“Why are you so testy? We’re a tight community here in Frankenburg, you know that. We look out for each other and try to help when we can. I’m only trying to be neighborly and keep you safe.”
“I’m not interested in you being neighborly and keeping me safe. I’m capable of taking care of myself, and I don’t need any help.”
“All right, Marissa, but you get that inspector out here as soon as possible.” Riley’s voice was smooth, but insistent.
“Yes, Sheriff.” She spat out the words contemptuously, did a mock salute, whirled around, walked into the house, and slammed the door in his face.

Find Blue As Sapphires at: Amazon
Find Constance Bretes at: Website
Hi, Connie! My dilemma is finding the right one to carry when on vacation and inevitably, I go for a crossbody style.


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