Excerpt from Miss Goody Two-Shoes

August 21st, 2015

KOBO CHARLOTTE HUGHESKane pulled his duffel bag from the bike and approached the store, trying to decide if it looked as Melanie Abercrombie had described it. The building had to be at least a hundred years old, the wood faded and warped in places from the weather. A vin­tage soda-pop machine shared space with two long benches on the front porch, where a faded green awn­ing offered relief from the elements. Double screen doors marked the entrance, both of which sagged and looked as though they’d come completely unhinged in the next strong wind. Beside one door a small sign listed the hours of operation. A sign on the other side of the doors listed the rules. No loitering, profanity, or alcoholic beverages allowed. Kane didn’t have to be psychic to know who’d put up the sign. Even in her letters, Miss Melanie Abercrombie had come across as a real southern lady.

He paused before the door, suddenly nervous at the thought of meeting the woman who’d written to him faithfully the past year. How would she react when she saw him for the first time? His release had come about so quickly, he hadn’t had a chance to notify her of his whim to visit.

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Melanie Abercrombie was in a sour mood, brought on by hunger pangs, her younger sister’s desperate, incessant phone calls, and a feeling of being over­whelmed. She peered through clunky square-framed glass at the mess before her.

Abercrombie Grocery was as disorganized and cluttered as a child’s playroom, proof that her father preferred visiting with his customers and listening to gospel music to sweeping and restocking shelves. Mel ran a finger across the lid of a jar of pickled beets where a layer of dust and grime had long since settled and made it impossible to read the price.

She knew she was partially responsible for the mess. Her flower shop had been in an uproar for a solid month, what with Easter, Secretaries’ Day, and proms following one right after the other. It was so bad her assistant, Eunice Jenkins, claimed she was getting varicose veins from standing on her feet so long, and prickly heat rash from sweating and handling pompoms. Mel simply hadn’t had time to come by her father’s store and clean the way she usually did. It was no wonder folks were driving into town to shop at the new Thrifty Sack.

Nevertheless, Mel had had no idea how bad busi­ness had been until she looked through her father’s financial records. Only then did she realize they would have to take desperate measures. The store must be cleaned up once and for all. They’d have to pull up all that scarred linoleum and tear down the warped shelves. They’d have to patch the roof over the meat cooler and repair the faucet on the bathroom sink, and have someone look at the old heating and air conditioning unit that never quite kept the place warm enough in winter or cool enough in the summer.

Mel sighed heavily. It was going to take so much time and money, neither of which she had very much of these days.

That brought her to the next problem: Where the heck was the carpenter she’d hired to do the work? She groaned inwardly as she wondered about him. She’d hired the man sight unseen from a Craig’s List ad stating he was unemployed and would work cheap as a handyman. She’d later learned, through the grapevine at church, that the fellow was unemployed due to a tendency to drink and forget about work altogether.

Mel was interrupted from her thoughts when one of the screen doors was thrown open and a man stepped through.

“Melanie Abercrombie?” he asked, trying to make himself heard above a modern rendition of the gospel song “Oh Happy Day” coming from a radio at the back of the store.

At first all Mel could do was stare at him.

She felt her jaw drop clear to her collar as she regarded the man before her. His head and face were covered with snarled blue-black hair. His brown eyes were so dark they appeared black. His expression was hard, flat, and emotionless. It was the sort of face one expected to find on Wanted posters, the sort of face that prompted decent folks to lock their doors at night before they went to bed.

So this was her carpenter. No wonder he couldn’t keep a job.

“Well, it’s about time you got here,” she said, her voice as crisp as fried salt pork. She wasn’t going to allow herself to be put off by that beard. She took in his clothes, the blue sweat-stained work shirt, and shamefully tight jeans. He looked tough, lean, and sinewy, and probably could do the work if he stayed sober. “I’ve been waiting for you all day.”

“You have?” Kane was clearly surprised. He couldn’t imagine how she’d learned he was get­ting out.

“Yes,” she replied, noting he didn’t look the least bit remorseful for being so late. Didn’t he want the job, for heaven’s sake? “I suppose an apology is out of the question,” she said.

He went blank. “You can apologize if you want, but I certainly don’t expect it.”

Her irritation flared. “I wasn’t talking about me apologizing to you” she said tightly.

His bafflement quickly turned to annoyance. She had obviously called the prison, although he couldn’t imagine why. She had never once tried to contact him by phone. “Why should I apologize?” he asked. “I came as quickly as I could. Hell, I don’t even have to be here.”

“Oh, is that right?” she quipped, meeting his gaze. She paused. “You think I’m desperate, don’t you?”

He was growing more confused. “Come again?”

“That’s it, isn’t it?” She fidgeted with the buttons on her blouse. “You think I need you so badly that I’ll put up with this sort of behavior.”

Kane was truly at a loss as he studied the woman before him and wondered where in the hell the con­versation was going. “I don’t think you’re desperate,” he said, at the same time wondering if she expected him to court her in return for all those letters. She was clearly not his type. Her skirt and blouse were too prim and proper; her hairstyle—slicked back into a bun—too severe. Her glasses were downright ugly and made her face appear misshapen. “I don’t want to appear rude, Miss Abercrombie, but I’m not looking to get romantically involved with anyone right now. I just want a fresh start.”

“What?” Mel’s head spun. What in blazes was he talking about? Did he think she was making a pass at him? Was he insane? She opened her mouth to speak, but he cut her off.

“Look, I don’t want us to get off to a bad begin­ning. I’m not sure I would have made it this past year without your letters.” It wasn’t easy for him to be so honest, but she had done much for his morale these twelve months; he owed her.

Mel was at a loss. He wasn’t making sense. “Let­ters? What letters? Who are you?”

“Kane Stoddard.”

She froze as realization swept through her with the force of a tidal wave. “Kane Stoddard? From Leavenworth Penitentiary?” He nodded, and she thought she detected a small smile, but it was hard to tell with the beard.

But how can that be, she asked herself. The Kane Stoddard she knew was a convicted killer, serving life without parole. How had he gotten out? The answer came to her with lightning-quick clarity. She knew of only one way a prisoner could get out that fast.

Kane watched the color drain from her face. He had expected her to be surprised, but she looked as if she’d just received the scare of her life. “Are you okay?” he asked.

She knew she ought to do something, but what? Dial 911? Race outside and flag down the first motor­ist who came along? She tried to move, but her feet felt as though they’d been set in cement.

An escaped convict in Hardeeville? Was it poss­ible?

Kane watched, transfixed, as Melanie Abercrom­bie’s eyes glazed over, and then rolled back in her head like dice in a card game. She swayed, and he reached for her. He wasn’t fast enough. She collapsed and fell against a box of drain cleaner with the grace and finesse of a hundred-pound gunny sack of Vidalia onion

Blog Tour Announced for Welcome to Temptation

May 18th, 2015

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On  May 20th, I will be stopping by 26 sites as part of my launch for Welcome to Temptation.  The book has made a splash already and has been in several of the Hot New Release lists on Amazon in its first week out. If you haven’t bought it yet Welcome to Temptation is still only 99 cents (in a special launch sale),  shop now!



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Excerpt From Welcome to Temptation

May 18th, 2015

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“We need to get out of these wet things,” Michelle said, crossing her arms in front of her in an attempt to hide herself. She shivered as Gator continued to stare. He still had the power to make her body go berserk when he looked at her that way. Those glittering black eyes didn’t miss a thing. It was as though he were capable of seeing past flesh and bone to her inner workings, all of which shook at the moment as violently as the tree limbs outside the window. She was certain he knew what that look did to her—what it did to every female, for that matter. He had it down to an art. And if it had had a powerful effect on her at sixteen, it was doubly so now at thirty-two.

“That’s the best idea I’ve heard all day,” Gator said, shrugging out of his shirt. It was cold and felt like wet seaweed against his skin. He mopped his brow and chest with it and ran it across the back of his neck.

Michelle wondered if he had any idea how sen­sual that simple act was. He was all rippling mus­cles and taut flesh. Goose pimples stood out on his shoulders and his nipples puckered from the chill in the room. His arms were lean and as brown as the rest of him. The room seemed to shrink to the size of a shoe box. Michelle had seen enough male bodies in her job to know that the one before her was one of the best she’d ever laid eyes on.

Gator would have had to be blind not to notice her perusal. The grin he shot her was brazen. “Like what you see, Mic?”

Michelle’s head snapped up with a force that almost sent her reeling. Her face flamed. “I was just . . . just . . .”

“Staring?” He looked faintly amused.

He was laughing at her, she thought angrily. She fought the urge to race out of the room. “Don’t flatter yourself,” she said tersely.

“I don’t have to, pretty lady. You just gave me the biggest compliment I’ve had in a long time, whether you know it or not.”

“You haven’t changed at all, Gator Landry. I would have thought by now somebody would’ve knocked some manners into that thick skull of yours.”

“And you haven’t changed much yourself,” he said. “You’ve still got the prettiest green eyes I’ve ever seen. Not to mention the cutest rear end. I’d say you have improved with age.” He slung his damp shirt around his neck and stepped closer. “So you’re a nurse now. I remember the first time you told me you wanted to go into nursing. Do you?”

Michelle fought the urge to back away from him. To do so would have been cowardly, and she would sooner bite off her tongue than show Gator she was afraid of him. “How can I forget,” she said. “You suggested we play doctor so I could practice on you.”

He chuckled. “But you refused.”

“That’s because I knew what ailed you and didn’t want any part of it.”

“I think you did. Is that why you didn’t return the following sum­mer like you promised?”

“Let’s just say I came to my senses.”

“You’re still crazy about me, aren’t you?” he teased.

She almost laughed, because at the moment it was just like old times, with Gator trying his darnedest to get a rise out of her and her tossing his words or innuendos right back in his face. Gator Landry had always been able to make her blush and feel things that other boys couldn’t.

“Don’t be ridiculous, Gator,” she said. “I was only sixteen years old at the time. I’m twice that age now, and I hope I’ve got twice the knowledge I had back then when I acted on hormones instead of common sense. Besides, you weren’t the first man to kiss me; nor the last.”

He cocked his head to the side, as though pon­dering the thought. “Maybe not, but I’ll bet I’m the one you remember best.”

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Welcome to Temptation Released

May 16th, 2015

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Reckless, bad boy Cajun . . .

With a hurricane closing in on Temptation, Louisiana, Michelle Thurston fails to convince her stubborn grandmother to leave her home on the bayou. Sheriff Gator Landry arrives by boat, hell-bent on forcing the elderly recluse to evacuate. He is stunned to find Michelle, who was just 16 years old when he courted her one steamy summer.
Now, at 32, Michelle comes face-to-face with the man whose kisses tempted her to lose control, only this time there is no place to run. Although Gator is not about to leave the two women defenseless, Michelle can’t help but wonder if he is more dangerous to her than anything the storm can do.

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Charlotte Hughes is planning a brief blog tour on the 20th in support of Welcome to Temptation. Many of you probably remember that Charlotte was one of the first romance authors to do a virtual book tour, and she has not done any tours in a while. Watch this blog for more details about the Welcome to Temptation tour which will be at about 25 sites and it will be held on May 20th.

Giving Away a $50 Giftcard to One of My Readers

March 22nd, 2015
 Tall Dark and Bad Reader Contest
I will be selecting one entrant in my Tall, Dark, and Bad reader contest to receive a gift certificate for Amazon.com. All you need to do is answer two  questions from the book, and if you email me the correct answers at readcharlottehughes@gmail.com, then you will be entered in the contest, which ends March 31st. If you have already read the book the questions should be easy to answer, or at least look up, and if you do not yet have it (but  intended to get it anyway), the Kindle version is on sale at Amazon for only 99 cents March 23rd through March 28th.  Click here to buy it. After that it goes back to the regular price.Here are the two contest questions:1. Early in chapter 9, what is Cooper wearing when Summer opens the door?
2. In chapter 11 we learn that Cooper named his “farm” after someone. Who is Cooper’s rural property named after?

In order to be eligible to participate in the contest, you have to be at least 18, not a relative or employee, and reside in a jurisdiction which permits such a contest. No puchase necessary, void where prohibited.

Contempoary Romance

New Romance by Charlotte Hughes

Practical Jokers

February 19th, 2015


This youtube site is a hoot. Several members of the group play pranks on the unsuspecting public:




See Bride Run! Deep Discount Five Days Only

February 14th, 2015

In celebration of the release of Tall, Dark, and Bad! this week, See Bride Run! will be discounted at Amazon to only 99 cents from Sunday through Thursday. On Friday the price will return to its current price.

Click Here for the Deal (if it’s Sunday-Thursday)

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An Excerpt from Tall, Dark, and Bad

February 14th, 2015
Contemporary Romance

New Romance by Charlotte Hughes


An excerpt from the romance

Tall, Dark, and Bad 

Available February 13th, 2015

Digital on Amazon Kindle

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Summer had worked most of the night; as a result, her brain felt as if it had been stuffed with cobwebs. As she sipped another cup of coffee, she tried to find the file she had last worked on. It was nowhere to be found.  

The trash! She vaguely remembered tossing a stack of newspapers into a Hefty bag before before carrying it out to the Dumpster. Could the file have been under the papers? She groaned and grabbed a flashlight from the kitchen.

Arriving at the Dumpster, she found at least two dozen bags just like the one she’d tossed in. She sighed and muttered a four-letter word as she tucked the flashlight beneath her jaw and climbed the metal ladder leading to the opening. She wrinkled her nose at the smell of old food. Had the file not been so important, she would have given up. Instead, she jumped and landed in a mountain of plastic bags. After searching diligently, she found the bag containing her file. She tossed the bag through the opening of the Dumpster and shined her flashlight about, trying to find a ladder that would lead her out.

Nothing. Not even a foothold. There was no way out, and nobody would think to look for her in a Dumpster, not even the security guard she’d passed on her way.

Time crawled by. She called for help. What if nobody showed up to empty their trash? What if she were forced to spend the rest of the day and even the night inside the metal container? What if– No, she wouldn’t allow herself to think about the possibility of rats or cockroaches. She waited.

She thought she heard a lawn mower. No, wait a minute. That was no lawnmower it was a motorcycle! The engine died, and all was silent. “Help!” she cried. “Is anybody out there?” A second later, Cooper peered into the opening.

“Well, would you look at that,” he said. “Somebody has gone and thrown away a perfectly good woman.”

Valentine’s Day Romance Tall, Dark, and Bad

February 13th, 2015


Contempoary Romance

New Romance by NY Times bestseller Charlotte Hughes

Just in time for Valentine’s Day! The novel, Tall, Dark, and Bad

a contemporary romance, is available from Amazon in

 Kindle format and most everywhere in print:

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Summer Pettigrew is in desperate need of a fiancé, a temporary job, mind you . . .

Bad Boy Cooper Garrett answers the call. He swaggers into Summer’s High Society Life oozing testosterone. He’s hardly what Summer expected, the man straddles a mean looking motorcycle, for Pete’s sake! But Summer is stuck with him for the time being, even though her pulse skyrockets each time he steals a kiss.

One Thing on His Mind
Cooper willingly plays the doting fiancé, but he has one thing on his mind: Bedding the proper Miss Pettigrew! And although Summer is tempted to take a ride on the wild side, she fears it will lead her down a road to heartbreak.



Charlotte says: “I have to admit this is one of my sexier books, the hero exudes sensuality on every page.”

To find out more click here for the digital  book on Amazon. The plan for other platforms (Nook, Apple, Google, etc.) is to publish more widely in about 6 months, meanwhile the trade paperback version is available at Barnes and Noble and other retailers.

Laughter Yoga

January 4th, 2015


I’m sure a lot of you have heard of the laughter clubs, but I only recently learned that the process is called Laughter Yoga. It actually started in India.

To find out more and actually see how these clubs work, check out the links below. You can actually watch various groups interact, some are hilarious! So if you don’t have a club near you, you can still get a laugh with your morning coffee by clicking on these links.