April 20, 2017
So. We’ve had a little snow in Tahoe. Or, you know, a lot. Just up the road at Squaw Valley Ski Resort, they just announced they’re keeping the ski lifts running until July 4th. Let me repeat that. You can snow ski until July 4th.
Here at the house, it’s been odd. In some places of the yard, we’re down to dirt. In others, there’s still ten feet of snow. This is the view out my front door.
Even the dogs are confused… Where are you and what’s your weather doing?
April 19, 2017
Have a happy hump day, babes, you hear me?
You deserve it. Plus you all look hot today.
April 18, 2017
Thought I’d give you all an exclusive little sneak peek at my next book, LOST AND FOUND SISTERS:
His expression was strained. “I’m trying like hell to be the good guy here. I need you to go inside and lock the door behind you to keep out of trouble.”
“I thought Wildstone was safe.”
“It is. The trouble isn’t going to come from the unknown. It’s going to come from me. Go, Quinn. Now. And lock your door.”
She stared up at him, mesmerized by the thought of him being trouble, images going through her head of him proving it to her, all of them involving little to no clothing and a bed.
Sigh. I really did love writing this book. It’s bigger than my usual books, bigger story, two romances, more pages … Hope that works for you all. To make sure you don’t miss out, and also to really make this author’s day, all the preorder links are here…
April 17, 2017
Got some requests for a repeat of this one and since I’m trying to finish a big chapter today I decided to go for it … (Don’t miss the giveaway at the end…)
Okay so we all know strange things tend to happen to me. But what happened yesterday pretty much takes the cake.
I was walking up the trail with Ashes (our old lady, who’s since gone to the big rainbow in the sky), like I do every single day, when all of a sudden I hear a snort. Not a growl, or a hiss, both of which are fairly common for me and tend to turn me into an Olympic speed sprinter, but a snort. Curious, I pulled off my sunglasses and looked at the strange big thing standing at the top of the trail.
From far away it looked like one of those cow statues in downtown Chicago. Bright white and black and very still.
But then the statue moved. Uh oh. I didn’t have my good camera, or my glasses, but something made me whip out my cell phone and take a pic so I could scroll in and see what I was dealing with.
As I did this, the thing started grunting some more and began running towards me.
Can you say holy shit?
I looked down at my phone and blinked in disbelief, then back up at the creature heading towards me, all the while registering that Ashes was not in any way freaked out but acting as if her long lost lover had come to visit, complete with happy ass wriggle and wide grin.
Yes, she grins.
Here’s what I saw:
A pig. It was a fat, adorable, friendly, sweet BIG ASS pig running towards me, and I’m not quite fluent in pig grunts but I think he was saying “oh thank God, a human, I’m lost, can you please be my new best friend? Oh and do you have any food?”
I sent the pic of the pig on my phone to Alpha Man’s phone. I didn’t call because he was grouting tile and I’d already called and interrupted him three times and the last time he asked me very nicely not to call him anymore unless it was an emergency.
He called me immediately. “What the hell?”
Me: Isn’t he adorable?
Him: Tell me you are not bringing a pig home.
Me: Okay I won’t tell you.
A long beat of silence. “Jill, where did that pig come from?”
Me: Well, the pig daddy and the pig mommy fell in love, and then they–
You don’t really want to know what he said to that, or the ensuing conversation, which involved a lot of me saying “he’s so cute and sad and lonely” and him saying “we cannot keep a pig in our house” and me making all sorts of promises that I had no intention of keeping, but then some lady showed up in the woods for her long lost pig.
Only in my world.
p.s. don’t forget ACCIDENTALLY ON PURPOSE is out right now waiting for you.
p.s.s. giving away a copy of my upcoming LOST AND FOUND SISTERS to a random commenter!
April 12, 2017
“Thor! There’s a spider in my mud room, come quick!!!!”
“Handled, my fair maiden…”
(From The Mixed Up Files of Jill’s Fantasy Life)
April 11, 2017
So the other morning I was jerked out of deep sleep by a huge BOOM. I looked around, confused as the boom was followed by a weird rolling sensation. It felt like an earthquake. But … not quite. Alpha Man had left a half an hour before for his daily swim. I’d gotten out of the early exercise by telling him I was going to go for a hike with the dogs.
I totally lied. Unless you count dreaming about a hike…
Anyway, the boom. Youngest hadn’t even rolled over. But the dogs … the dogs were worked up, whining and frenetic to get outside. I shoved my feet into my Sorrels, which are big old winter boots for those of you who don’t live in the Arctic. Yes, I made quite a vision in my pj’s (tank and bootie shorts) and winter boots. I walked all the way around the house, thinking that what I’d heard was a tree falling and hitting the roof.
Confused (not a new state for me), I went back to bed with my laptop to work. I checked the US Geological Survey. No seismic activity, so it hadn’t been an earthquake. And that’s when the news reports started rolling in. Rumor was that the Sierras had been hit by a meteor shower.
A meteor shower.
Only in Jill’s world, right? But no authority or agency stepped forward to confirm or deny. So I’m left with no choice but to decide that it’s an alien invasion cover up …