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.

March 11, 2010 | Filed under: Stuff

So the other day, Holly from Book Binge came to town on vacay, and we met for coffee. I’m pretty sure neither of us are wearing a smidge of makeup. Which is normal for me, actually. And it’s possible I forgot to comb my hair, but hey, at least I remembered to change out of my pj’s (okay, so that happened ONE time …) Anyway, we had great fun, and talked books, boys and food. Possibly my three favorite things. Hi Holly!

I have to go shovel now. Snow. Lots and lots of snow. Apparently Mother Nature didn’t get the memo that spring is almost here. That fickle, pms-y bee-yotch.

Oh, wait. Maybe that’s me today …

March 10, 2010 | Filed under: Stuff

I’m sorry ahead of time for my adolescent behavior but a friend sent this to me and I can’t resist sharing.

Too much?

March 9, 2010 | Filed under: Stuff

… Is coming out in 2 weeks! How have I forgotten to pimp myself out on this one?

Prologue

If you asked TJ Wilder to choose between a warm autumn night in the Sierras or a warm woman, he knew that most people would put money on him taking the woman.

And while that might have been true in his wild, unchecked youth, tonight they’d have been wrong.

Not that he didn’t love women. He did. Short or tall. Willowy or curvy. Sweet or hot-as-hell sexy– actually, make that especially hot-as-hell sexy. Over the years he’d loved plenty.

But he loved the Sierras, too. And while it was true that the tall, rugged, remote mountain peaks could be deadly dangerous to both life and limb, the mountains couldn’t break a man’s soul.

At least not without permission.

And TJ no longer let anything break him. He didn’t let anything break him or get to him, period. He was cool, calm, and prepared, always. Cam and Stone had long ago accepted this, that as the oldest brother, TJ just knew things, like which direction to go on the mountain, whether on skis or a bike, or in the helicopter. He knew which of their outdoor expedition company clients would be a pain-in-the-ass, and he could sense trouble a mile away.

Usually.

And then, as he walked through Moody’s Bar And Grill after a quick dinner with Cam and Stone, feeling full and surprisingly content for the moment, something plowed into his chest with the force of a cyclone.

Not something. Someone.

Harley Stephens. AKA the one source of trouble that he’d never managed to avoid.

Absorbing the impact, he managed to keep them both from tumbling to the floor, and as his brain registered how warm and soft she felt in his arms, she lifted her face, the scent of her filling his head. That’s when something else hit him too, the same inexplicable sense that he always got with her, the deja vu feeling that he’d been here before. Not in the doorway of Moody’s with the fiery Indian summer sun setting behind her and the sound of the dinner crowd behind him, loud and rowdy . . . but having her practically wrapped around him.

So feel free to make my day and go forth and preorder from the bookstore of your choice!

In the meantime, in Jill’s World, I’m currently juggling a visiting Mother-In-Law, hormonal teenagers and an Alpha Man who is suddenly ready for a new puppy. I swear, if one more person in my household so much as looks at me cross-eyed or asks me for something before my book is due, I will NOT be held responsible for my actions.

You’ll all come visit me in prison, won’t you? You’ll send cookies?

March 8, 2010 | Filed under: Stuff

I swear when I saw the blue and red lights flashing in my rear view mirror, I thought “huh, some poor sucker is getting pulled over”.

That sucker was me. First instinct – panic. Second instinct – righteous indignation. Hey, EVERYONE is speeding, not just me!

Turns out, he wanted to talk about my registration sticker. Or lack of. HUH? I know for a damn fact that sticker came in the mail two weeks ago, and that Alpha Man put it on. So I launched into this whole spiel of how the sticker was applied, and if it’s not there now that’s because the stickers are cheaply made and there’s been so much sand in the road because of the snow, and things are dirty and THIS IS NOT MY FAULT, THE STICKER WAS ON, and don’t you have real criminals to catch?

He never blinked. “Registration, please.”

Okay, now we’ve discussed my organizational issues, right? I distinctly remember Alpha Man saying he was going to apply the sticker and would I please put the registration away. I just don’t remember actually DOING it. No one is going to be surprised to discover the registration wasn’t in the dash holder. Or in the pocket by my seat. Either of which would have been logical. No, my registration, after many minutes of panicked searching and no little swearing, was found BENEATH my seat in the original DMV envelope.

Unopened.

Uh oh. Planning Alpha Man’s slow torture in my mind, I tried a sheepish smile. My humorless Cop did not smile back.

Not good. Definitely going to kill Alpha Man. I think I even said this out loud as I opened the envelope, and the registration AND THE STICKER popped out. Yeah. Not good. “Are you going to give me a ticket now?” I asked, no longer quite so righteous.

“Lady, at this point, I should follow you home so I can just arrest you now for the murder of your husband.”

Turns out he did have a sense of humor. But for those of you who know my husband, you might want to call him and say your last good-byes …

March 5, 2010 | Filed under: Stuff

Okay it’s finally Friday and I want to read a good book this weekend. I NEED to read a good book. I need some brain rest and some brain relaxation and some brain candy.

A good romance will be the brain candy.

So help a girl out and let’s have some recommendations. What have you read or are you reading that you are LOVING?

March 3, 2010 | Filed under: Stuff

Update: I had one of the teenagers pick their favorites. #11, Ashley, said: I hit the milk a little too hard, but it was so worth it! and #40, Ronna, said: Does this make me look fat?

Both adorable. Email me with your snailmail and a few book choices!

Original Post:
I was looking through photos earlier today and found a baby shot of Sadie the day she came home from the humane society at five weeks old. We gave her a bowl of milk and she drank it until she nearly popped and thought she’d gone to heaven. She’s looking a little blissed out, to say the least.

So your mission, should you accept, is to caption the photo for me. Something short and sweet. I’ll draw a few winners for a book from my backlist.