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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 17, 2014

Wednesday’s goods

A surreal moment for me, getting the RT Magazine and seeing myself and my books on the cover…


Kinda fun and certainly made my week! Giving away HE’S SO FINE to two random commentors today. :razz:

September 16, 2014

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. Like Jensen Ackles from Supernatural…



And let’s not forget Chris Pine:


Or Thor. Those eyes…


Now you. Who’s your current pretend boyfriend?

September 15, 2014

Monday’s Muse

So I decided to go back in the archives for today’s blog. I started this thing in 2005, which is hard to believe. But here’s the post from exactly nine years ago today. You’ll see that some things never change. :)

Spider in my kitchen. And when I say spider, I mean HUGE spider (picture me standing here with arms wide open). Okay, maybe not that big but I’ll tell you what, when I picked up the towel and then dropped said towel while shrieking in terror, the THUNK the spider made when it hit the floor sounded like . . . like a VERY BIG SPIDER HITTING THE FLOOR.

Of course Alpha Man is out of town and my girls are gone and there is no one I can call to admit that I can’t even walk into my own kitchen because a spider is holding it hostage.

But I’m never going in there again. Ever.

Or at least not until I need more Girl Scout cookies from the freezer …

So today’s question is … how long have you been here with me? Inquiring minds want to know! I’ll draw a few random names for books from my backlist, so talk to me! :razz:

September 12, 2014


Update: Winners are BETHY KA, MANNI, and MEGAN JOHNSON. Email me at [email protected] with HE’S SO FINE in the subject line and your choice of print or ebook (and don’t forget your address!)

Original post:
What book does this bro-mance come from?

“Okay, great. Hold please,” Sam said, and punched the hold button on the phone. He took a deep breath and strode out of the warehouse and to their “yard.” This led to the waterfront. There they had a dock, where their fifty-foot Wright Sport was moored.

Hours ago, Tanner—their scuba diving instructor and communications expert—had texted Sam that he was working on their radio system.

“Hey,” Sam called out to him. “How about answering a damn phone call once in a while?”

“You’re the one inside,” Tanner said, not stopping what he was doing, which didn’t look to be work so much as sunbathing. Not that he needed it with the mocha skin he’d inherited from his mother’s Brazilian roots. He’d stripped to a pair of board shorts, a backward baseball cap, and reflective aviator sunglasses, and was sprawled out on his back, face tilted up to the sun.

“Busy, are you?” Sam asked drily.

“Cole and I chartered the midnight cruise last night and didn’t moor until three a.m.”

“And you slept until two p.m., so what’s your point?”

Tanner lifted a middle finger.

Sam gave up and strode up to the smaller building—a hut really—that they used as their front office and greeting area. The rolling door was up when they were open for business and shut when they weren’t.

It was up now, and Cole was sitting behind the front counter. He was their captain, chief navigator, and mechanic, and was currently hen-pecking at the keyboard of his laptop. The fingers stopped when Sam reached into the bucket beside the counter and pulled out one of their water guns. The thing had been touted as a squirt gun, but the more apt term would have been cannon. Sam weighed it in his hands, decided it was loaded enough, and turned back to the door.

“What the hell are you doing?” Cole asked.

“Going to spray the hell out of Tanner.”

“Nice,” Cole said, fingers already back to hen-pecking. “Carry on.”

Sam stopped in the doorway and stared at him in surprise. Cole was their resident techno-geek. He wore cargo pants with handy pockets and could fix just about anything at any time with the ingenuity of a modern-day MacGyver. And he always, always, objected to fighting among their ranks. “What’s up?” Sam asked him.

“Trying to work. Go away.”

“If you’re working so damn hard, why aren’t you answering the phones?”

Cole lifted his head and blinked innocently. “Phones? What phones? I didn’t hear any phones.”

“Shit.” Sam shook his head. “We need to get that damn ad in the paper.”

Cole’s fingers clicked one last key with dramatic flair. “Done,” he declared. “Ad placed.”

“What does it say?” Sam asked.

Cole hit a few more keys. “Looking for self-motivating admin to answer phones, work a schedule, greet customers with a friendly attitude, and be able to handle grumpy-ass bosses named Sam.”

Sam arched a brow. “You’d push the buttons of a guy holding a loaded water cannon?”

Not looking worried in the slightest, Cole smiled and reached down beneath the counter, coming up with his own loaded cannon, which he casually aimed at Sam. “You forget who bought these.”

“Shit.” He turned to go.

“You’re forgetting something else,” Cole said.

Sam looked back.

“Tanner’s ex-profession as a Navy SEAL.”

“Shit,” Sam said again, lowering the cannon. He was pissed, not stupid.

“Good choice.”

“Line one’s for you,” Sam said.

Name it, and a few of you will win my next book HE’S SO FINE!

September 11, 2014

Snuggim Uggums

In my new book IT’S IN HIS KISS I had fun making up nicknames for the heroine and hero to call each other. He calls her Tough Girl — well earned as she is more than a little independent — cough, stubborn as hell, cough… And she calls him Sexy Grumpy Surfer, also well earned because in the beginning, he is exactly that. Sexy AND grumpy. :) I went on to use other nicknames as well, including Sam calling Becca “Peeper” and not because she has big eyes but because she peeks out her windows in the mornings and watches him surf. What nicknames have you heard that you loved?

September 10, 2014

How time flies

How you know you married the right person — you can throw up in front of them.

Or on them…

And they’ll hold your hair back for you.

I’m here to tell you I married the right person. Last week, just post spine surgery, I was sick as a dog from the meds. Sick. As. A. Dog. And Alpha Man not only held my hair back, he let me lean on him as I did my business.

I’m also here to tell you that Alpha Man did NOT marry the right person. Shh, don’t tell him, maybe he’s never noticed.

What about you? What’s that thing that your significant other does (or did) that told you he was a keeper?

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