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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 17, 2014

Today’s smile

Are there better things you could do with your next 22 seconds? I’m sure. But I’m also sure that at about 8 seconds into this video you will be smiling.

Am I right? (Thanks to Oldest for this one!)


July 16, 2014

Happy Hump Day

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Or should I say Happy Retro Hump Day, as this is one of the past heroes from Lucky Harbor. Guess which one. Here’s a hint, an excerpt:

She did her best to appear as though she hadn’t just been sitting in an interrogation room for hours being questioned about a crime she hadn’t committed. But as it turned out, the pretense was far too much for her overloaded emotions, and she closed her eyes, trying to disappear into the seat. If she disappeared, then he couldn’t see her fall apart.

“You okay?” he asked.

Her throat tightened further, and she shook her head. Nope. Not okay. Not even close. “Don’t,” she said.

“Don’t what?”

“Don’t be nice to me right now. I’ll lose it.”

With surprising gentleness, he pushed the hair from her face, then clicked open her seatbelt.

It was all the invitation she was going to get, and all the invitation she needed. Turning to him, she burrowed in as steady, strong arms closed around her. He stroked a hand down her back, and she pressed her face into the crook of his neck, soaking in the warm comfort he offered.
It was the safest and most secure she’d felt in far too long and she wasn’t sure she was going to be able to let go.

“Ali.”

Afraid he was going to pull away before she was done soaking him in, she squirmed a little closer. “Please not yet.”

He tightened his grip. “It’s okay. I’ve got you.”

Thank God. For just this one second, someone had her.

So … which book is it from? Tell me something about the book, anything, and two of you will win my next book, IT’S IN HIS KISS on day of release. Go.


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.

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

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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

TGIF

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.

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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.

Gulp.

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.


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