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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.

July 15, 2014

Tuesday’s Tidbits

Haven’t done a “caption this” in awhile. So how about we bring that game back. Here’s Frat Boy after he’s had an incident digging where he wasn’t supposed to be digging. Problem with Frat Boy is he has a problem with short term memory, and plus he can’t think past his own need for fun.

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But then again, there’s a reason he’s nicknamed Frat Boy. :grin: Caption this pic. I’m going to randomly draw two names for any book from my backlist.

July 14, 2014

Monday’s Goodness

Update: Three winners randomly drawn are: Mia Lansford, Jane Housley, and Dawn Moss. Hit the contact button and with It’s In His Kiss in the email, and your addy and whether you want print or ebook.

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Giving away books today! No, not because of THEN CAME YOU… Although while we’re talking about my latest book, have you read it?


Okay enough of the pimpin’… Back to the giving away of books. What I want to know is what you’re reading. Pretty stinkin’ easy, right? Three of you will win my next book IT’S IN HIS KISS, on day of release. :twisted:

July 11, 2014


Yesterday we had tree guys working in our forest and around the house trying to prepare for fire season and the usually confident and brave Dumb Ass (please don’t email me about her name, it’s a nickname, and just trust me, well deserved) was terrified of the sound of trees falling, poor baby. She decided to hang out at my feet all day. Every once in awhile she licked my coconut flavored (lotion) legs to remind me she was still there.


Also, ignore my messy kitchen.

July 10, 2014

I Love Lucy meets a bear

Best of:

Yes, I have pictures but let me set up the scenario for you, shall I? So I was in the yard out front at dusk, playing ball with the dog when suddenly, and brace yourselves because I sure did, a baby bear came bounding up to us, all “hey can I play too?” I went utterly still in shock because for a second, the dog and the bear cub looked so much alike it was startling. And I know that’s what happened with little baby bear too, he thought the dog was one of them.

Not exactly the sharpest tool in the shed, the dog blinked, then shook it off and panted happily, willing to play. I’m like DOG, HAVE YOU LEARNED NOTHING? And she agreed that no, she’d learned nothing, so she offered the baby bear her ball.

I grabbed the dog. Because I actually have a learning curve, and I know damn well that where there’s an adorable baby cub there’s also a bitch of momma bear, and they are always PMSing. Always. So I turn to drag the dog into the house when I see the momma, about fifteen feet behind me, digging through our trash.

I did what Alpha Man always does, I yelled at her, except when he does it she runs. Okay, when he does it, he’s often setting off a fire cracker at her ass to really get her moving, but he’s male. That’s what males do, blow up things and make lots of noise. I just stood there and jumped up and down and waved my hands like an idiot, and in return, she stared me down.


This is where my knees turned to overcooked noodles. Because it’s one thing to walk past a lazy bear sunning on the trail. It’s another entirely to get past a HUNGRY, pissed off PMSing momma bear. So I cursed Alpha Man for being at a basketball game and ran into the house with the dog. I raced up the stairs and onto the deck, where I once again yelled at the bear to get out of our trash.

She said I could come down there and tell her that. I said I would, but I didn’t want to scare her. Because I’m so tough. That’s when I realized I heard a sound behind me. On the deck. I whirled around and found the baby. She wanted to get back to Mountain Barbie and play, and was willing to climb and tree and jump to us.

This is where I just about had heart failure. If he got to us, you can bet that Momma would be right behind him. I tried telling the baby that his momma wanted him. He wasn’t buying it. I promised that baby I’d leave him some really stinky trash if he only WENT BACK TO HIS MOMMA.

He started to cry. He wanted to play, dammit. And then the momma bear gave me one of those I’m going to eat you up for a snack looks. She puffed up and growled at me. And I am not ashamed to admit that that’s when I gave up being brave and trying to save the trash. I dropped my camera, and ran like hell into the house.

And ate a box of cookies.

July 9, 2014

Tell me

Update: Winner, randomly drawn, is: Leslee Nevius

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I love this…


And for me, it’s true. Because hello, Romeo and Juliet are dead and that doesn’t really work for me.

How about you? Are you with The One? Or waiting for The One? Or have fond memories of The One? Tell me what you can. Yes, I’m nosy. I’m a writer, it’s in my genes.

I have an ARC of IT’S IN HIS KISS for one random commenter… Wow, I’m nosy AND a tease… :twisted:

July 8, 2014

Name the excerpt

Update: Winners, randomly drawn are: Jennifer L. and Carol. Hit the contact button with your addy and also which book you won!

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Today’s gig is easy. Name the book of mine this excerpt comes from and a couple of you will win my next book, IT’S IN HIS KISS, which, bee-tee-dub, just got a starred review from Publisher’s Weekly. :razz: Go:

A rough sound escaped him, and he tightened his grip. “It’s okay, Ali. I’ve got you.”

Thank God. For just this one second, someone had her. She didn’t have to be strong all on her own. She exhaled a long, shaky breath and concentrated on dragging more air in. After a few beats, she realized he smelled amazing, guy amazing, and that her lips were pressed against his throat. Suddenly it wasn’t just comfort she was feeling, but a whole boatload of other things too, with arousal leading the pack. Extremely aware of the big, warm hand moving up and down on her back, she wondered did he feel it too?

And then she had a bigger problem. Her face was still pressed up against his warm skin and – look at that — every time she moved, her mouth slid over him.

He hadn’t shaved that morning, probably not yesterday either, and his skin was rough with stubble. Deliciously rough. And then there was his scent … Yum. She could no more have stopped herself from doing it again as she could have stopped breathing.

In reaction, Luke let out a low, very male sound that called to the most female part of her.

Which answered her question. Yeah, he felt it too.

Cheating is totally allowed but let me know if you’ve read the book? :twisted:

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