Tuesday tales: From the Word PAN

Welcome to this week’s Tuesday Tales, the blog where you get a peek at what a small group of us are currently working on. John continues to do well, although he’s frustrated by what he considers his slow progress. Still, I think his recovery is amazing. He’s back working part-time and is driving again.

I’m working on a new title for this story, so I can keep Pumpkin Spice and the other cover, which I love, for something else in the Cocktails for You series next fall. The new title should be more in keeping with the paranormal/romance theme. As soon as I nail it down, I’ll share.

Today’s word prompt is PAN, and here is your 400-word scene. Enjoy.

“While we haven’t had any serious damage from a hurricane in years, Nova Scotia got walloped last month. It’s just a matter of time before we get hit again. Even if the storm doesn’t make landfall, we may have rough seas, high tides, storm surge, and coastal flooding. These two properties have never seen much damage, but you never know. The storms can be vicious.”

“Like the one that sunk Hezekiah’s ship?”

Walt nodded. “Maybe. His ship was thought to have floundered off Cape Ann. Never understood why he would choose to sail into a storm like that, but if he heard about Hester’s death and was on his way to seek revenge … It’s probably just as well all those men were dead by then—were they?”

Anca shrugged. “I doubt it since Henley’s wife died a few months after the execution. What if Hezekiah’s ship didn’t sink in the storm? While Fearless Red probably wouldn’t have attacked him, Black Jack Bellamy might have. He was quite the marauder in this area. Sinking a merchant ship would’ve been right up his alley. And if Hezekiah was hellbent on revenge, maybe it was him and not Hester who cursed those men.” She frowned. “The magic is supposed to be on the Cole side of the family, but Hester, who wasn’t a Cole, was the one with the ability to heal.” According to Aunt Selma, she was also an empath, but unless she and Hezekiah were related … if they both had powers, any child of theirs would, too. Sadly, the only one hadn’t survived her birth. “You know, one of the men asked me today if I knew Hester’s maiden name. I don’t. Do you? Was it in the article you read?”

Walt shook his head. “Not that I saw, but I didn’t get to the end of the piece. I do know her mother was a Langford, but that’s all I managed to get from it.” He opened the fridge door to get the milk and then grabbed a pan from inside the cupboard.

“Okay. Maybe Aunt Selma knows. Hester had at least one cousin, Stone’s wife. Maybe there’s another out there who felt slighted, and don’t the Langfords still own that big farm west of town?”

“They do. I’m taking Snap, Crackle, and Pop to the pumpkin patch there on Tuesday to get pumpkins to carve into jack-o’-lanterns.”

That’s it. Stay safe and don’t forget to check out the other Tuesday Tales.

Insecure Writer’s Support Group Monthly Blog for November 2022

Wow! November already. Another year whizzed past and I’m not sure how productive or counterproductive it was. Too many things to do, not enough time to do them. It seems lately the more forward I go, the more behind I get. It doesn’t make sense, but it’s a reality.

This month’s question: November is National Novel Writing Month. Have you ever participated? If not, why not?

Yes, I’ve participated in NANOWRIMO three times. The act of writing so many words under pressure is an exhilarating one and, after intense revision, I actually managed to publish the books, although revising them took a lot more than thirty days. Ovrall, I enjoyed the experience and will do it again when I can.

Last year and once again this year, I’m not participating. The reason is simple. Life keeps getting in the way. I can’t commit to five or six hours of writing a day because of family obligations among other things. Plus, I’ve got three books to finish, and no time at the moment to start a new one.

Life’s like that. Lately it keeps throwing curve balls at me, and I keep swinging and missing. Hopefully 2023 will be better for me. How about you? Check out other answers here.


Tuesday Tales: From the Word STICKY

As unbelievable as it sounds, welcome to November. For those asking, my husband is slowly recovering from his surgery. The big issue now is how long it will take me to recover from it.

This week, our Tuesday Tales word prompt is STICKY. I’m continuing with Pumpkin Spice.

While there’d been fifty people on the tours, she’d also served twenty regulars who’d each had a couple of drinks and had sold ten bottles of elixir, most of them tonics designed to maintain good health, half a dozen pumpkin spice candle jars, and a dozen bars of soap.

Calliope had dropped in a couple of times, almost as if the cat were keeping tabs on her, which was ridiculous since there was no way a cat could do the work of a buff bouncer if she’d needed one, but the animal had gone out with the last patron. Unfortunately, neither Peanut nor Hester had shown up all evening. While the cat could probably manage on his own, the bird was a different matter.

Now, other than the music playing softly in the background, the bar was quiet. After her initial trepidation and momentary lapse of sanity when she’d arrived, imagining she’d heard Hester’s voice again, everything had gone well. Noticing a smell while she’d gotten things ready, a stench she associated with the water at low tide, not one unfamiliar to her or the area, Anca had lit the pumpkin spice jar candles that served as centerpieces on each of the bar’s fifteen tables. Then, she’d slipped back into Taproom hostess mode as if she’d never left, preferring the intimate nature of what was really a neighborhood bar to the madness of The Gilded Griffon. It had been like having friends around, and she’d loved it.

As she wiped down a particularly sticky spot on the bar, she reviewed the events of the evening. There was no way to describe her relief at seeing Aunt Selma alert and on the mend, if only for a few seconds, and the momentary thrill of being in Walt’s arms, a sensation she hoped to feel again sooner rather than later. Unfortunately, there had been some unsettling elements, too—the open door she’d locked earlier, the missing bird, and Elise Melrose. How long would it be before she could ask Aunt Selma about the trouble and Russell, her brother and Anca’s grandfather. How she would love to see a picture of him, but Aunt Selma had told her years ago that all photographs had been destroyed. She’d never explained how.

She couldn’t get over how chatty Colby had been. Maybe she could enlist him in a search for Hester. The bird had to be inside the cottage.

That’s it. Stay safe and don’t forget to check out the other Tuesday Tales

Tuesday Tales: From the Word MINT

Welcome to this week’s Tuesday Tales, where you can read excerpts from a few gifted authors’ works in progress. We are back to a word prompt and 400-word scenes. Our word this week is MINT. I’m continuing with Pumpkin Spice.

“If Hester’s been in Cole Cottage all this time, why didn’t she reveal the treasure’s location to one of the many family members who’ve lived there over the years?”

Hattie shook her head. “She can’t, not because of anything Hedley did or said, but because of an oath she swore to her husband, to safeguard her secrets and the treasure until he came for her. This year, the planets are aligned the way they were back then for the first time in more than two hundred years. The last time it happened, none of the offspring from either side could get here, but this time, they’re all present. Unfortunately, Hester can’t or won’t tell me who’s who. She is determined not to break her oath. If her descendants find it, then she’ll be reunited with Hezekiah and be able to move on with him to be reborn in time, and the family will never have a financial problem ever again.”

“And if his descendants find it first?”

“They’ll lay claim to the treasure, including Cole Cottage. Hester will have failed Hezekiah and her family. A cruel vindictive spirit is capable of great evil.”

He frowned. “Can’t your goddess help Hester? Selma’s not only a descendant, but she’s also her priestess.”

“True, and that’s why she’s allowed me to tell you this. I’m speaking about the future … your future … yours and Anca’s”

The blood left his face to pool in his feet. “Are you telling me that Anca’s in danger?”

Hattie shrugged and popped a breath mint into her mouth.

“She’s safe enough for now. The cats are watching her. Not even his descendants could get away with two accidents in the same place, and as long as Selma is alive … Anca doesn’t know enough about the situation to put her in danger. The two of you must work together to find the treasure. It’s the only way. If you can’t find it before they do, you’ll lose her, just as Hester lost Hezekiah.”

“Damn it, Hattie, that’s not fair.”

She shrugged. “As they say, who said life was fair? I haven’t been told everything. No one has. You must discover the rest on your own. Anca is safe enough for now.”

He wasn’t going to bet Anca’s life on Hattie’s say-so.

That’s it. Stay safe and don’t forget to check out the other Tuesday Tales

Tuesday Tales: From a Picture

Good morning, and welcome to this week’s Tuesday Tales. I’m pleased to report that my husband is home from the hospital and on the med. He’ll be sore for a while yet, but we’re taking it one day at a time. This week, we have a picture prompt, which means we are limited to 300 words.

Here is the picture.

Old copper jug, ladle and bowl standing on a tray

My scene is from Pumpkin Spice. Enjoy!

What the hell? Anca tried to stand but couldn’t. Someone or something behind her was holding her down, preventing her from moving. She tried to cry out, but her throat was paralyzed. Her heart pounded, and her mouth went dry.

The men settled at the table, no one seeming to notice anything amiss. Elvira removed the antique pewter teapot centerpieces, replacing them with huge platters of food. Anca hoped the money Aunt Selma was getting for the rooms was enough to cover the costs of the extra staff and all this food.

“Help yourselves,” the cook uttered before stepping back.

Like vultures coming across a fresh kill, the men attacked the plates.

“Why not just close the bar until she’s on her feet again? I’m sure you’d rather be at the hospital than catering to strangers here,” Ralph continued, loading his plate with bacon and eggs.

Anca was suddenly light-headed. She wanted to reach for her coffee, but her arm wouldn’t move. Was she having a stroke?

Relax. You’ll understand soon enough.

Easy for you to say, she countered.

Her mouth opened of its own volition.

“As much as I’d love to do that, as you said, Ralph, business is business. Aunt Selma needs the revenue now more than ever.”

Especially if these walking stomachs are going to stick around another two weeks. I intend to get rid of them sooner than that, but I’ll need your help.

Was she losing her mind? She’d heard that voice earlier, but now it was inside her head, controlling her, and putting words into her mouth.

“So, as I said earlier, I’ll be opening at four and closing at midnight.”

“Can you just do that?” Frank asked, his fork pausing halfway to his mouth. “Don’t you have to get permission?”

Of its own volition, her forehead creased. “Permission from whom?”

That’s it. Stay safe and don’t forget to check out the other Tuesday Tales

Tuesday Tales: From the Word PLANT

Welcome to Tuesday Tales. The second Monday in October is Thanksgiving Day in Canada. This year, I have more to be grateful for than ever since my husband is recovering from serious surgery. He still has a long way to go, but we’ll do it together.

For the past few weeks, you’ve been reading excerpts from Pumpkin Spice. I wasn’t happy with the way things were going–too much saying not enough showing, and I’d somehow backed myself into a corner. So, during my time away from the hospital, I’ve been working on that. One of the problems I find with first-person narration is that it narrows the scope of what the heroine and the reader can know. The book is now third person POV with both Walt and Anca (now with a Ph.D. in Psychology) contributing to the story and Hester starting us off. Poor thing. In this revised version, her accuser was the victor, but believe me, she got her revenge. So, we are now looking at a Mild Paranormal Romantic Comedy. Have a look at this week’s excerpt. Our word is PLANT. I used the verb form with PLANTED. I’m continuing with Pumpkin Spice.

Photo by Edward Eyer on Pexels.com

Anca glanced at the clock in the hall. It was past three. Walt would be calling soon.

“I’ve got coffee, buttermilk flapjacks, scrambled eggs, bacon, sausage, and lots of that maple syrup you boys like,” Elvira said. “Come into the kitchen.” She turned to me. “Can I get you anything, Dr. Cole?”

The title still surprised me.

“Just Anca, please. I won’t say no to a cup of coffee. I’ll grab it now, and then I’m going down to The Taproom.

“Why?” The man introduced as Brian challenged me.

Because you obviously don’t want me to. She frowned. And why is that?

Something about these men set Anca on edge. While she’d hoped to close down early, the look on Brian’s face changed her mind. If he and his buddies wanted the bar closed, then she would keep it open.

“I want to make sure everything is ready for tonight. Since I have nothing else to do, I’ve decided to extend The Taproom’s hours.”

“You can’t do that,” Emilio interrupted before she could answer.

“Excuse me? You may be staying here as guests, but this is mine and Aunt Selma’s home and livelihood. What we do or don’t do here is none of your business.”

Maybe she’d been a bit abrupt, but she was way past taking orders from jerks like him and Stu.

“How much later would you stay open?” Ralph interjected in that ingratiating tone of his that turned her stomach.

“Maybe until eleven or twelve. I need to discuss it with Colby and the tour operator. I’ll be opening the bar sooner in the day as well, probably around four. I might even have Happy Hour.”

The scowl on his face would’ve terrified a lesser person.

Every one of the bells and whistles in Anca’s head went off in a jarring cacophony. For the first time in her life, she wished she and the ghost of Hester Cole could communicate. She would give anything to know what was really happening here because she was damn sure it had nothing to do with photographing ghosts and righting historical wrongs.

Holding the coffee mug Elvira had given her, she took a step toward the door leading to The Taproom when suddenly she was jerked around and firmly planted in one of the empty places at the table.

You can’t get answers, child if you don’t ask questions. Listen and learn.

That’s it. Stay safe and don’t forget to check out the other Tuesday Tales

The Longest Day–EVER!!!!!

We’ve all had days we thought would never end, but yesterday, October 5, 2022, was definitely the longest day of my life. My husband underwent what’s called an AAA repair. It makes him sound like a car with a flat tire, but it’s actually Abdominal Aortic Aneurysm surgery. Luckily, they discovered he had one when they put stents in his heart eight years ago. They’ve been watching it and decided that it had grown large enough, and it was time to do something about it. The joy of Canadian medicine is that all those medical processes cost us nothing. They are paid for in our taxes, and while some might complain about it, knowing you can get the best of care when and where you need it is priceless. Kudos to the surgeons and nurses at the Ottawa Hospital, Civic Campus for taking such good care of him.

We showed up at the hospital at 5:45 a.m. By 6:20, he was on his way to pre-op, and I was on my way back to the hotel where I’m staying and getting a little work done in between hospital visits. It made more sense to do that than to spend two to three hours on the road driving back and forth each day. From where I am, I can walk to the hospital in twenty minutes.

There’s something unique about a crisp morning walk during sunrise. I usually wait until it’s light out, but the muted colors in the sky were soothing and calming. By the time I got back to the room, I was in pretty good shape and able to tackle working on my new book … not quite. My brain started ticking off the minutes. I knew his surgery was scheduled to start at 8:30 a.m. and end at 1:50 p.m. That was a long time to be under anesthesia, but the surgeon had said that his heart and lungs were good. All I had to do was pray and believe that would be true.

I have never had such a slow and unproductive morning, unable to focus, forgetting what I’d written within seconds of doing so. The many messages of hugs and prayers from friends kept my spirits up. My sister-in-law and her friend had come to Ottawa to be at my disposal. I can never thank Marilyn and Donna enough for their support. I went out to get some lunch, ate, and then settled down to wait. When the phone rang at 2:15, my stomach rose to my mouth. I was shaking so hard, I had trouble sliding the button to answer.

It was great news. The surgery had gone well and he was in recovery. I was to call ICU in a few hours. After a good cry, I messaged and called family and friends, and then Donna and Marilyn took me for a walk to admire the fall colors.

After I got back to the hotel, I contacted ICU and was thrilled to hear that he was awake and talking. The nurse suggested I visit in the evening which I did. There’s no describing the joy and relief I felt seeing him sitting up and smiling, the only tubes and wires escaping him the basic ones used to monitor him, what you would expect to find on anyone after minor, not major surgery. What was most amazing was how alert he was. I can recall the aftermath of surgery for myself and I was far from that lucid less than seven hours out of the OR. He was joking, making wisecracks via my phone with our daughter and grandkids, setting me and them at ease. I crawled into bed at 10:15 p.m., ending the longest day of my life, and allowing me to get some much-needed sleep. I can’t thank God enough for getting him through this. He still has a long way to go, but he will come through it, and we will have more time together. Fifty-one years just isn’t long enough. So many people aren’t as lucky as we are.

Now, as I get ready to visit for the day, my spirits are in much better shape thanks to the relief and a good night’s sleep, I’ll be spending the afternoon at the hospital with him and working a bit tonight. Who knows, the book I’ve struggled with thanks to all the stress just may get finished after all.

Never take your loved ones for granted and cherish every second you’re given together. I know I will.

Tuesday Tales: From the Word ORANGE

Welcome to October. This week’s Tuesday Tales word prompt is ORANGE. I’m continuing with Pumpkin Spice.

“Where’s your aunt?” he asked, undressing me with his eyes. I looked away, feeling the burn start in my toes and move up. “I wanted to ask her a couple of questions about the jetty.”

Most people around here called it a dock or a pier.

“Maybe I can answer them for you.” I backed into the wall trying to move away from him. I responded with a fake smile of my own—I’d had years of practice. “Unfortunately, Aunt Selma had an accident last night.”

Louis’s head snapped up. No matter what his name was, he would be Louis the Lip to me. “An accident? Is she okay?”

The concern in his eyes was genuine. So maybe this creep was a little more honest than his boss, but the jury was still out on the others, especially Tom. I’d never seen an aura, but if Robin said theirs were dingy and murky, and filled with dark energy, I believed it. Goosebumps raced along my spine. It was a good thing that I wouldn’t be sleeping in the house. There weren’t enough locks in the world to secure the door.

“No, she isn’t. She’s broken her hip and is in surgery as we speak. With the help of Colby, Elvira, and Suzie, I’ll be taking over her responsibilities here. Nothing should change as far as you’re concerned.”

Unless you would all like to leave, which would be fine by me.

There was a brief flash of annoyance in Ralph’s eyes, but it was quickly masked. I hadn’t spoken aloud again, had I?

“But she’s going to survive?”

Was he relieved or annoyed? For some reason, I had a hard time reading the man in the orange t-shirt introduced as Emilio. He was pale, more Nordic looking than Spanish, although there was a small percentage of native blond Spaniards, but it had me wondering if his name was an alias, and if his was, what about the others? I knew the six times great uncle hadn’t been Checkley’s secretary if he’d even existed, so what was to say any of these men were who they claimed to be?

“She’ll be fine,” I answered with more confidence than I felt. “The doctor is—”

“Will The Taproom stay open, and the tours continue?” Ralph interrupted.


“They will.” I grinned, surely resembling the infamous Joker himself. Of all the men, I distrusted this one the most.

That’s it. Stay safe and don’t forget to check out the other Tuesday Tales

Sea Breeze: How to Use Memory and Reality to Produce Fiction

This is edited and reprinted from my post on the Authors’ Billboard blog site.

Back in the spring of 2022, with nothing to guide me but my memories of my last visit to New Brunswick some twenty years ago and Internet research, I wrote my newest release, Sea Breeze, part of the Sweet & Sassy: Small Town Romances (Sweet and Sassy Romance Book 5) box set.

At the time, we were still under COVID restrictions, and while I’d intended to visit St. Andrews by the Sea, New Brunswick, before I wrote Sea Breeze, I based Eva’s drive to the town on what I remembered of our trek to St John, New Brunswick, years ago.

Had things changed? Yes. For one, the toll highway I recalled was no longer a toll road. It was an ambitious four-lane highway, still under construction, but the moose and deer signs I remembered were still there, even if we didn’t wend our way along a desolate two-lane road through every small town.

As for St Andrews by the Sea, I surprised myself by how close I came to the reality of the coastal town where I’d set my book. Many of the real places I’d discovered in my research were there while others no longer existed, having succumbed to the economic damage from the pandemic. I created several fictitious locations in Sea Breeze, including a resort by that name. Imagine my surprise when I found a restaurant by that name. I had the chowder! It was delicious.

The town of St Andrews by the Sea is every bit as quaint and beautiful as I thought it would be.

The climb to street level at low tide
Low tide on the dock
The town marina
The blockhouse
The Lighthouse
The Algonquin Resort

While the deer walking freely through the streets were a surprise, the rest of the tourist town wasn’t, with the exception of the marina from which the fishing and the whale sightseeing boat tours departed. In my novel, I’d assumed there would be fishing boats there as well, but they use a different harbor. As well, thanks to the warming of the waters, the large whales are rarely spotted here now.

The Whale watching boat
Campobello Island

In my book, I set my hotel on the bluff overlooking Minister Island.

Minister island sign

We did make the trek across the seabed to the island. At low tide, there is a three-hour window where you can drive over and visit. The first picture shows us going over, the second is when we came back. The fictional Sea Breeze Resort would be located atop that rise on the left. If you use your imagination, you can just picture it there.

Crossing the seabed ff where I place the resort

Finally, among the items that can be found along the beach at low tide, I mentioned a Mermaid’s Purse, a skate egg sac. While I didn’t walk along the shore–bad knee still an issue, I did see one at the aquarium. This one is hatched. In case you don’t recognize it, it’s that lovely black thing in the center of the picture. Wouldn’t you like a necklace made of that? Eva wasn’t sure she would either, but treasure, like beauty, is in the eye of the beholder.

The Mermaid’s Purse, a skate egg sack.

Finally, I make a big deal of the full moon rising out of the ocean. I’m not a photographer and all I had was my i-phone, but you would have to see it for yourself to appreciate its incredible beauty and wonder. The smaller light on the right is a buoy.

Full moon rising from Passamaquoddy Bay in the Bay of Fundy

So, there you have it. If you ever have a chance to visit St. Andrews by the Sea, please do. The food is tremendous, the craft brewery in behind the post office is fantastic, and if you can stay in The Algonquin Resort, do so. Oh, and don’t forget to take the ghost tour of the hotel. But that’s fuel for another book.

Sea Breeze is available in the new Sweet& Sassy Small Town Romances box set. https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0BDX9GC1K/

Get ready for another Sweet & Sassy Six-pack! Twelve people finding their way through life and crashing into their futures with a passion we can only dream about.

Sweet & Sassy: Small Town Romances is here! Six New Small-Town romances that are written by NYT, USA Today, and International Bestselling Authors. From the city to the small town some of our couples will find their way. Others will cross the wrong side of the tracks and prove their worth. Trusted friends and family will be at their sides as they learn difficult and surprising news. A few might search for the truth or attempt to contain a secret they have carried for years.
Whatever happens with these six couples, new futures will be created, and love will fill these six small towns.

Candy, Loving a Winston Series, book 3 written by Stacy Eaton, USA Today Bestselling Author: Candy Winston is the brain of the family and typically uses it before making decisions. Except when it comes to Michael Bollard. Mike has hopes of building a future, a future that is colliding with sexy and intelligent Candy Winston in ways he could have never imagined.

We’re No Saints, written by Mona Risk, New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author:
While cleaning her late husband’s office, Stephanie discovers painful secrets that destroy her peace of mind. Neil offers support and help until his own secrets threaten her trust in him and their growing romance.

Sea Breeze, written by Susanne Matthews, International Bestselling Author: Based on her mother’s experience and convinced that love isn’t for her, Eva Malone wants two things out of life: her freedom and answers about her past. But when a storm threatens Eva’s chances at a happily ever after, will history repeat itself?

Going to Find Love written by Rachelle Ayala, USA Today Bestselling Author: Penny finds out she’s adopted and leaves home for answers. Will she find love or will love find her no matter where she goes?

A Recipe for Disaster written by Patrice Wilton, New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author: A mob, a wedding, a betrayal–and the fun has just begun.

Brown-Eyed Girl, West Loon Bay Series, book 2 written by Denise Devine, USA Today Bestselling Author: Carly Strand has been holding a secret close to her heart for nearly a decade. Can she trust Erik Nilsen with her secret and her love or will he break her heart again?

Trouble with Eden: eBook Release Day!

If you follow my postings in Tuesday Tales, you’ll recall my posts on my work in progress Trouble with Eden. Well, while the book has been available in paperback and as part of an ABB box set, it’s available on its own in eBook format now!


Can two lonely strangers find love and happiness through a caring man’s bequest?

Fantasy author Jackson Rivers is fed up with the world. He wants to hide away from everyone and everything and focus on his books, preferring the worlds he creates in his mind to reality. When he discovers he’s inherited a house and a service station in a rural part of Eastern Ontario, he sees it as the answer to prayer. He may only own half of both, but surely, he and the coheir can come to some arrangement. Her just wants to be left alone, and a house in the country sounds perfect. Sadly, an encounter with a moose changes everything, and when he meets the other heir, not a man as he’d envisioned but a woman, the embodiment of his newest fantasy heroine, his priorities change. If it’s time to let someone else into his life, this woman is the ideal choice.
Eden-Jane Walford, E J to friends, wants her life to stay exactly the way it is—unfettered—able to come and go as she pleases, living in her childhood home, answering to herself and the dad she adores. But fate tosses a monkey wrench into things. She’s a Class A mechanic and tow truck operator for Paradise Service Station and Towing, her adoptive father’s company, but when he dies suddenly, she’s in for a surprise. While he leaves half of his estate to her, the other half goes to a stranger, who just happens to be his biological son and knows absolutely nothing about the business. Sharing her home and the boss’s chair with this man will be more than a little challenging, especially when he’s the first man she’s been drawn to since her disastrous engagement fell through. Will the sparks between them lead to love or war?

Grab your copy today! Trouble with Eden is available on all Amazon sales sites.