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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.

September 28, 2016

Happy Hump Day

So this being the release week for THE TROUBLE WITH MISTLETOE, this is a special edition of Happy Hump Day. It’s Keane Winters, the hero from my new book.


Or how I see him anyway… :) What do we think?

Are you all planning on getting THE TROUBLE WITH MISTLETOE soon to make an author’s day? B-)

September 27, 2016

It’s here, it’s here!


THE TROUBLE WITH MISTLETOE is out now!!! And in case you need some inticing, here’s a teasing tidbit:

“You want to come upstairs, Willa?”

What she wanted was to put her hands back on his chest now that she knew it was as hard as it looked. Instead she gripped either side of her seat with white knuckles. “Of course not.”

“I think you do. I think you want something else too.”

“What I want,” she said as coolly as she could, “is dinner as promised.”

“Liar,” he chided softly.

“Well that’s just rude, calling your date a liar.”

“So it is a date.” His tone was very male and very smug. It should’ve pissed her off but instead it did something hot and erotic to her insides.

Clearly knowing it, he smiled at her and then dragged his teeth over his lower lip as he contemplated her.

Gah. She wanted to do that. And she wanted to do more too. She wanted him shockingly badly and suddenly she couldn’t remember why she shouldn’t. She tried to access her thought processes on the subject but her brain hiccupped and froze. Which surely was the only reason she let go of the death grip on her seat, slid her fingers into his hair, and . . . brushed her mouth over his.

He didn’t move, not a single muscle, but when she pulled back, his eyes had gone dark as night, piercing her with their intensity.

“Don’t read that the wrong way,” she whispered.

“Is there a wrong way to take it when a beautiful woman kisses you?”


Before you go, would you make an author’s day and tell here whether you plan to buy print or digital, and in either case, from which store? In return, I’ll be drawing THREE names who will win my upcoming holiday novella ONE SNOWY NIGHT!

September 26, 2016

A $0.99 deal!

So I have this novella coming out, ONE SNOWY NIGHT. For $0.99. Such a deal, right?


So I was hoping you’d run don’t walk to preorder. It’s now up for print AND ebook! So excited to tell you that!

Even more excited that THE TROUBLE WITH MISTLETOE is out everywhere tomorrow!

September 22, 2016

Not Winnie The Pooh…

We had another bear last night. He wanted my leftovers so badly he was tearing the siding off the bear box where we keep our trash. The ONLY reason we were able to scare him off (and you should know, I use the term “we” very loosely) is because Alpha Man lit a firecracker near his ass. This was not difficult, as said ass was bigger than a bus.

But I digress. I didn’t get pictures of this because it was two in the morning and I was lying in bed listening to the popping of the firecrackers thinking Alpha Man is really just a little boy in disguise.

But again, I digress.

Anyway, these pictures are from a couple of years back. I was home alone with the dog, who was outside. Suddenly she was barking herself hoarse, so I went to the front door and peek out. Dog at the base of the tree in my yard. And these little guys were clinging to the trunk, terrified:

I was thinking, aw how ADORABLE, when something came up behind my dog. Something BIG.

Yeah. It was mama bear, and she was PISSED. And licking her chops while staring at my baby. Can you say OH SHIT? I did, and more. I called the dog, but she is single-minded, barking her head off at these babies, who are now crying for momma. I saw her life pass before my eyes. I was screaming for her, not daring to step outside the front door to go grab her, and FINALLY something in my terrified tone gave her a clue. Like, oh gee, maybe I should listen to my mom. And she turned around and came face to face with mama bear.

I wish I could have gotten THAT shot, her reaction, her oh shit I’m going to die right here right now reaction but honestly, I was a little freaked out by this point. Unbelievably, she darted past Mama Bear, who ambled up to her babies, gathered them close, and led them off into the woods. But not before glancing back over her shoulder with a glare that said watch your back!

I’m still shaking. But not Alpha Man. Nope, he loaded up on some new firecrackers last week and is just waiting for an excuse to light them. And that right there, in a nutshell, is the difference between a man and a woman.

September 21, 2016

Happy Hump Day

And to celebrate that it’s halfway through the work week, behold sexy Keane Winters


Six days until he’s in a store near you! So let’s pretend it’s Save An Author Buy Her Book week, you can buy THE TROUBLE WITH MISTLETOE here

(Also, do you plan to buy in print or ebook? Curious minds wanna know. I’ll draw two random commenters, who will win the book of their choice from my backlist!)

September 20, 2016

My pretend boyfriends

So I have quite a few. Some can’t be shown because they’re not real people. Like Ranger from the Janet Evanovich series. Or Roarke from In Death series by JD Robb. Or Jamie Fraser from the Outlander series by Diana Gabaldon.

But then there’s my TV and movie boyfriends. All the Chris’s. Like Chris Evans…



And let’s not forget Chris Pratt:


Or Chris Hemsworth. Those eyes…


Now you. Who’s your current pretend boyfriend?

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