Happy Hump Day

So … ABOUT THAT KISS comes out in less than a week now. What’s it about?

Forced to contact a fixer who never called her after a kiss, a woman desperate to recover a precious stolen object makes discoveries that compel both to give their relationship a chance.

What do we think? Oh, and I thought maybe you’d like to see pics of how I see the men in this one. First up, Vinnie. He’s VERY important to Kylie, our heroine.

And then there’s Joe, who’s not bad either…

Let me know what you think. Three of you will win a copy of ABOUT THAT KISS!

Into the woods we go…

What you don’t want to see on a walk in the spooky woods — your dogs frozen, clearly sensing something coming…

About five minutes later we came upon a coyote watching us from about a hundred yards away. We decided to skedaddle on home…

Happy Hump Day

So for several weeks I’ve had a really nasty bronchitis flu bug that won’t go away. I don’t want to tell you exactly how much TV I’ve been marathoning, but let’s just say it’s a lot. Here’s my favorite firefighter, who will absolutely be going in a book.

Who’s your favorite male celebrity right now?

Only me

So Frat Boy and I were on our morning hike through the woods, and when I say woods, you all know by now I mean some pretty seriously isolated woods in the Northern California Sierras. I was moving along at a good clip because there’ve been a lot of bears and coyotes this year.

Well, that and the fact that I have consumed too many cookies lately and I’m not going to fit into my writer clothes when conference season starts up in spring. But I digress.

As we’re moving along, I’m happily wailing at the top of my lungs to Bruno Mars when Frat Boy goes off trail, stands at the bottom of a huge, old tree and barks. Huh. I go to stand next to him, tip my head back to peer two hundred and fifty feet up to the top of the tree, and then BAM. The next thing I know I’m sitting on my ass in the dirt, my head spinning.

A squirrel had beaned me with a pinecone.

Still dizzy, I call Alpha Man. “You’re not going to believe this.”

“Does it require stitches or a cast?”

To be fair, he has good reason to ask me such a question. “No.”

“The bank account thanks you.”

Honest to God, he’s so sweet and sensitive and loving it boggles the mind. Anyway, so now I have to add squirrels to my list of rabid creatures to avoid…

I Love Lucy strikes again

So I went to sign into my computer — except I was typing my password in wrong, and if you do it three times in a row they kick you out and you have to answer your security questions. Only I did those wrong too because I’m an idiot.

And then when I finally got it right, it asked me to authorize my computer, and when I tried, it said I didn’t have the ability to authorize my computer.

Apparently that’s above my pay grade.

So I had to call Apple, and the guy was perfectly lovely, even if I did hear “you’re an idiot” in his tone. But all is well now that it’s three hours later and I’ve done nothing but yell at my laptop.

Which actually, now that I think of it, I blame MONDAYS.

Because I’m stressed and can’t remember what I was going to write about, let’s do a giveaway. Tell me a favorite scene from one of my books, and you’re in the running.

Today’s question

I was cleaning out my drawers and realized something shocking. I had 35 different chapsticks and lip glosses.

35.

Apparently I unintentionally horde lip care. Who knew? 😈

How about you, what do you unintentionally horde? Not intentionally, mind you. For example, I intentionally horde cookies. I’m asking what do you unintentionally horde?

(I’ll be drawing three random commenters who will win my upcoming ABOUT THAT KISS!!!)

Bonus scene

So just for you guys, I wrote a little bonus scene crossover between two series; Heartbreaker Bay and Wildstone (where Lost And Found Sisters took place). Interested?

If you are, you’ll get a little peek at what Archer from Accidentally On Purpose, one of my fave heroes, is up to so be sure to check it out! It’s all right here. And while you’re there, check out the other extras and the FAQs and everything else new and shiny on the new site.

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So Frat Boy and I were on our morning hike through the woods and I was moving along at a good clip because there’ve been a lot of bears and coyotes this year.

Well, that and the fact that I have consumed too many cookies lately and I’m not going to fit into my Big Girl clothes for a Chicago event in a few weeks. But I digress.

As we’re moving along, I’m happily wailing at the top of my lungs to Kelly Clarkson’s devastating Piece By Piece when Frat Boy goes off trail, stands at the bottom of a huge, old tree and barks. Huh. I go to stand next to him, tip my head back to peer two hundred and fifty feet up to the top of the tree, and then BAM. The next thing I know I’m sitting on my ass in the dirt, my head spinning.

A squirrel had beaned me with a pinecone.

Still dizzy, I call Alpha Man. “You’re not going to believe this.”

“Does it require stitches or a cast?”

To be fair, he has good reason to ask me such a question. “No.”

“The bank account thanks you.”

Honest to God, he’s so sweet and sensitive and loving it boggles the mind. Anyway, so now I have to add squirrels to my list of rabid creatures to avoid…