Jill's Blog

Welcome to my daily blog. If this is your first time, I'm a romance writer and a misplaced city girl currently living in the wild Sierras. I tend to have a lot of I-Love-Lucy moments that I share here but sometimes we talk about books, TV, and our favorite cookies. Okay, my favorite cookies. In any case, please feel free to comment by clicking on the Comments at the bottom of any entry. If you're too shy, that's okay, just know I love having you.

February 6, 2015

Serious Cute

Cutest commercial EVER.

Be together. Not the same…. :cool:


February 5, 2015

I Love Lucy and the Pothead Neighbors

The other day I answered the door to the mail lady, who needed a signature. She leaned in and took a wiff of me and grinned widely with an approving nod. I took a step back and thought HOLY COW SHE SMELLS LIKE POT! My mail lady’s been smoking! IN HER MAIL TRUCK!

But I realized my mistake when I shut the door. That smell was ME. What the …? I wandered the house trying to figure out what was going on. And then took a lap outside the house. And as it turns out, our neighbors are growing pot. There’ve been a lot of clues to this over the years. The fact that their entire house is always surrounded by a pot-scented cloud, how they haul a lot of hydroponic trays the size of my car into their house, all the gardening tools they have stacked against the house while at the same time doing absolutely nothing with their yard… the list goes on.

And they were burning their discards from their cultivation; the stems, the seeds, the unsmokable leaves… And since there was an ever so helpful northern wind, all of that burning pot went directly into my bedroom window without passing Go!

I got a contact high in two seconds, but anyone who has ever drank with me knows I’m a lightweight. It took Alpha Man a little longer. Okay, a lot longer. But soon enough we were raiding the kitchen and laughing like loons over absolutely nothing.

Shortly there after we saw the flashing lights of a cop car on the street.

And that’s when the paranoia set in.

:twisted:

But as it turns out, our neighbors had gotten all the other neighbors high too. But it also turns out the pot growers have their marijuana cards and were within their rights.

Just as I was within my rights of eating an entire box of double stuffed lemon Oreos. But what’s not within my neighbor’s right? Making it so my yoga pants are too tight. Which they are.

And I don’t even do yoga! And now my mail lady thinks I’m a pothead!

Life’s a bitch.

Signed Hungover Author in Tahoe…


February 4, 2015

Hump Day

Update: winner, randomly drawn, is: SUSAN BASSICK. Susan, email me with your choice of book, print or ebook, and don’t forget your addy!

Original post:
Thought maybe you’d enjoy seeing how I’m picturing my current hero…

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There are some days where it’s pretty damn cool to be a writer… :twisted:

(Today’s random commenter will win the book of mine of their choice!)


February 3, 2015

Today’s Page

Update: random winner is ZINA. Zina, email me with Shalvis calendar in the subject line and don’t forget your addy!

Original post:
Sneak peek of what I’m up to:

“Hey,” he said, hand on her arm, turning her to face him. He looked her over very carefully, taking in the mess that was her Styx tank, her jeans with all the questionable stains on them, and her battered, mud-covered boots.

“Don’t touch,” she warned. “I’m disgusting.”

Reaching out, he pulled something from her hair. She didn’t want to know what.

There was something in his gaze. A seriousness, and . . . irritation? Well, that wasn’t exactly new, so she shouldn’t be surprised that she’d managed to piss him off without trying. She looked around for a distraction but no one was paying them any attention, especially Wyatt, who had Emily in a clutch, kissing her, slow and lingering, with as much eye contact as lip contact.

Something deep in Darcy sighed. “Well,” she said. “This has been fun but I’m going to go hazmat myself now.”

“In a minute.” Holding her still, AJ met her gaze.

Annoyingly breathless, she tried to disappear. “I don’t have time for this, AJ.”

“You have a damn minute.” He reeled her back in, smoothed the hair away from her face, and peered into it. “You okay?”

And just like that, she came undone. She always did when he looked at her like this, his eyes dark and assessing. Controlled and, yeah, still cranky but also . . . warm. Caring. There was never any doubt of that, though she was hard-pressed to understand why.

She knew exactly how hard she was to care about. “I’m good,” she managed.

He shook his head, not buying what she was selling.

So … you likey? It’s STILL THE ONE, and up for preorder sale if you’re so inclined.
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And for those of you still reading, leave a comment and win one of the last of the 2015 Shalvis calendars. :razz:


February 2, 2015

Monday’s Musings

Update: Random winner is DEBBIE COOPER. Debbie email me with Shalvis calendar in the subject line and don’t forget your addy!

Original post:
So here’s what I want to know today — how important is a book cover to you? Does it make you pick up a book? Or NOT pick up a book? Or does it not matter at all? Help an author out, let me know what you think when you’re purchasing books.

And in return, I’ll give away another 2015 Shalvis calendar to another random commenter. :cool:


January 30, 2015

TGIF

Update: winner is NANCY THOMPSON. Email me with 2015 Shalvis calendar in the subject line and don’t forget your addy!

Original post:
So … I asked this on Facebook and I’m asking again here. Are you interested in seeing the Fifty Shades movie when it comes out?

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Inquiring minds wanna know. :) Also, giving away a Shalvis 2015 calendar to a random commenter today. :razz:


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