Happy Halloween!

Seems kind of fitting that I’m working on a ghostly haunted house story this Halloween.  I suppose it will be less fitting if I’m still working on it by the time, say, Valentine’s Day rolls around, but maybe I can figure out a way to work in a spooky winged cherub if that happens.  Might be the first of its kind… a new niche!

I thought I’d take a break from haunted houses and ghostly mysteries long enough to wish you all a happy Halloween, though.  So… Happy Halloween! Here’s to happy and safe trick-or-treating, and to put you in the right mood for all those cutie pies in costumes who will be showing up at your door tonight, here’s a nice little dose of Halloween cuteness:

And now I must return to my writing cave and get back to work on…The Bloodline!  Muahahahahaha!

(That was supposed to be evil laughter, just in case that part wasn’t clear.)

Have a happy holiday!

Leaves Aren’t The Only Things That Are Falling Right Now…

So if you’ve read any of my books, you know that I write stuff that’s at the opposite end of the spectrum from, say, Fifty Shades of Grey.  My stuff isn’t even three shades of ecru.  Anyway, one writer’s group of which I am privileged to be part is called Clean Indie Reads, and if you happen to prefer sweet rather than spicy reading material, you might want to check some of these authors out.  And now’s the perfect time because many of us have joined together in a HUGE sale through October 11th, and prices have temporarily “fallen”

(Get it?  Heh heh…  Sorry, I should probably “leaf” that one alone…)

You can find all three of my Heavenly Bites novellas there on sale for 99 cents right now, but if you prefer other genres than romance, you’re in luck–they’ve got ‘em galore!

Here’s a link to the Fall Sale web page with all the books if you’d like to check them out. There are even several freebies.  Can’t beat that!  :)

So, anyway, just a little FYI for you all…  Have a good one!

Better Than Christmas Morning!

Okay, maybe not BETTER than Christmas morning, but for a writer, Release Day is pretty dang close.  Can’t sleep the night before, bound out of bed bright and early in the morning, and wake up one’s poor significant other by shouting, “It’s here!  It’s here!”  I’m so glad my hubby is patient.  :)

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Anyway… It’s here!  It’s here!  Release Day for All’s Fair in Love and Weddings!  It’s finally gone live on Amazon here, and it’s already garnered some lovely reviews.  Check them out at these blogs:

Bookworm Nation

Aleksandra’s Corner

Tome Tender

GenGen’s Book Blog

They certainly put a smile on MY face.  And on that note… Happy Release Day to all, and to all a good night!

And So Ends The Summer…

Summer is winding down to a close now, and with it, the prep for the release of my most recent work-in-progress, All’s Fair in Love and Weddings.  Whew!  It’s been a busy couple of months…

But it was all worth it, because my book is just undergoing a final polish for things like typos and accidental gender switches (pronouns, not the characters) and is now officially…[drumroll]…available for pre-order on Amazon!  Woo hoo!

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The formal release date is September 30th, and if you would like to check it out for yourself, click on the Amazon link here.

Now please excuse me while I get back to relentlessly hunting for typos…

Coming Soon…

After a somewhat chaotic summer, I finally finished my first solid draft of All’s Fair in Love and Weddings–and it turned out to be somewhere between two and three times as long as I expected it be originally.  How did that happen?  Guess I’m wordier than I thought.

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So once I get a chance to do some tweaking and polishing up–and yes, that is the highly technical terminology for it–I plan to chase down a couple of beta readers and sit on them until they promise to give me thorough feedback.  Once I let them up and they do a read-through, this baby’ll go live on Amazon.  Yay!  I’m SO looking forward to it!  There’s a certain thrill that goes along with pressing that little “Publish” button…

And then, of course, there’s the upcoming September 15th release of the Crimson Romance book bundle that my first novel, Coming Home, is in, so I’m pretty excited about that, too:

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There’s even an official link for it now right here, although the very pretty cover art isn’t up yet.

Good golly–I guess it’s about time to get busy on the next project…  :)

Coming In September…

Who doesn’t love a sale?  Or books?  Or better yet, a sale on books?  On September 15, that’s exactly what Crimson Romance will be offering, specifically a 99-cent book bundle on Amazon containing 10 of their contemporary romances under the collection title of Love in a Small Town:

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Isn’t it purty?

In case you hadn’t noticed, the third book from the left is one of mine… ahem.  [coughs discreetly]  Coming Home will be one of those 10 sweet small-town love stories, and I’m thrilled to see it alongside the works of so many other Crimson writers I respect.  So thrilled, in fact, that I just had to tell someone, so I’m telling YOU.  :)  Don’t you feel you special?  You should, because you are special.  Very special.  And I’m not just saying that to kiss up to you and get you to buy my book.  Also, you look very pretty today.

Anyhoo, just thought I’d share the good news…

Happy Tuesday!

Hot, Hot, Hot…

Um, just to be clear about the title, I’m referring to the temperature outside, not announcing a steamy new story I’ve been working on…

Where I live, we’re smack in the middle of a stretch of triple-digit-temperature days; maybe it’s like that where you are, too.  At times like this I find myself wondering about two things:  1) could I possibly fit my whole body inside my refrigerator, and 2) why are hot summer days in movies supposed to be sexy?

I expect to be conducting my own experiments to determine the answer to #1 later today, but as far as #2 goes, I’m stymied.  In the movies it always seems like a hero and heroine can catch each other’s eyes across a stuffy room/barn/dance hall/gladiator arena and just barely resist the urge to pounce on each other as sweat already drips off of every inch of their exposed skin.  When I’m that hot and sweaty, I gotta admit that I’m not much in the mood for pouncing on anything except maybe a giant snow cone.

(Although my hubby and I HAVE been grappling with each other a lot for the squirt bottle and a good spot under the ceiling fan.  Does that count as sexy…?)

Maybe I’m just being snarky because I’ve been getting over a summer cold, though.  “Come hither” looks don’t work nearly as well when one’s eyes are red-rimmed and puffy. But at least it’s better than having the flu, if this video clip from Parks and Recreation is anything to go by:

So it definitely could be worse, I know, and I will try to keep that in mind.  In the meantime, if anyone needs me, I’ll be in the icebox…

And In Other Writing News…

Happy Monday!  I hope everybody’s summer is off to a great start.  Mine got off with more of a gasp and a wheeze, resulting in a delay in finishing All’s Fair In Love And Weddings, but hopefully things will start going smoothly soon.

Fingers crossed…

In the meantime, here’s the current opening excerpt of the book in which our heroine Prue first encounters our hero…

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Excerpt:

Prudence Collier’s first thought as she stood in the drizzling rain and stared down at the smoke rising from her borrowed car’s engine was that this certainly didn’t bode well, did it? As far as signs and portents went, if one believed in those sorts of things—and Prue usually felt it couldn’t hurt—this was hardly the most auspicious one with which to begin her trip. Disconcerting might be a better way to describe it. Maybe downright ominous. And of all the weeks when she could have used something more promising than ominous, this was the one.

“This baby? Purrs like a kitten. Sure, she’ll get you where you need to go,” her friend Jacob had assured her when Prue had raised an eyebrow at the sight of the car. It looked, after all, like little more than spare parts he’d scavenged from a wrecking yard and welded together—which, knowing Jacob, he might very well have done. He’d patted the hunk of metal then, and Prue could have sworn she heard something clunk to the ground immediately after that. She ought to have handed him back his keys then, but beggars couldn’t be choosers, and this was the kind of thing one was left with when time was short and one’s bank account balance was small.

Taking a deep breath at a time like this was supposed to be helpful, so Prue tried that. Then she tried another, and another. Nope, nothing. There was no crystal-clear epiphany about what course of action to take. Her car—or rather, Jacob’s car—was still smoking just as much as ever from mysterious places only now she felt lightheaded from overdoing her oxygen intake. So much for that idea.

She glanced at her watch and resisted the urge to kick the old jeep’s tires. Now what? Another ten minutes, and she’d miss the ferry. Sure there would be another one later, but showing up an hour behind schedule was exactly the kind of thing she didn’t want to do when she saw Natalie again. Same old Prue, she could hear her sister’s voice say in her head, cool and disapproving. Nothing’s changed.

Only Prue had changed. At least, she hoped she had, and she was not going to waste this chance to prove it. Nat’s invitation had been an unexpected but very welcome olive branch, and Prue had every intention of seizing it with both hands. She just had to get to the right island first.

Well, there wasn’t a lot of other traffic on the St. Thomas roads today, but maybe she could hitch a ride with someone else the rest of the way to the ferry. Failing that, she could always try running for it, but even though she had packed lightly, her one bag was not exactly small. She, however, was, and she was not likely to set any sprinting records while dragging her luggage behind her.

She frowned at the jeep. What the hell, she thought then with a shrug, and she kicked one tire anyway.

At least the rain was sputtering out. Downpours rarely lasted long here on the islands. Prue could say that with some degree of confidence because her family had made annual pilgrimages to the Virgin Islands since she was old enough to remember, and although she’d stopped coming along for the ride right around the time she’d dropped out of college during her freshman year, at her current age of twenty-six that was still a hefty number of family vacations she had under her belt.

But she had not been invited along on those in several years, which was largely her own fault. And that, she thought, was why she was not going to let a broken-down junk heap cost her this one. No offense to Jacob’s car.

So Prue left Jacob a voicemail message to let him know where the smoking remains of his vehicle sat safely off to the side of the road and then hauled her purse and her bag out of the jeep with the intention of setting off on foot. As she did so, the email from her sister that she’d printed out only two days earlier fluttered to the floor, dislodged by her movements. As wedding invitations went, it was hardly the most formal, and it made her suspect she’d been a last-minute invite, but she was so happy to get it at all that she didn’t care. Her older sister was getting married, and she actually wanted Prue there to help her celebrate it. The water might not be under the proverbial bridge yet, but maybe it was getting close.

Thrusting the email back into her bag, Prue swung it over her shoulder and locked up the car despite the fact that potential car thieves would probably just find the prospect of stealing the vehicle offensive. She then got just two steps away from it before the rain began to drizzle again. Frowning, she reached into her bag to feel around for a hat before remembering that she hadn’t packed one.

Swell. Well, that was the kind of thing that happened when someone packed in a hurry. And then just as she was wondering if she was ever going to catch a break today, another jeep—this one a rental, she noticed—slowed as it passed her and then pulled over to the side of the road.

“Need some help?” the driver called through an open window, and when Prue put her hand up to shield her eyes from the raindrops and caught sight of the speaker, she thought that as far as breaks went, this particular break was one a girl could really take a liking to…

Who Doesn’t Love A Sale?

I’m poking my head out of my writer’s cave for a moment to let you know about a special sale on one of my books–and no, I don’t really have a cave, but wouldn’t it be cool if I did? Kind of like the Bat Cave only with fewer bats and more ice cream…

Anyhoo… my Heavenly Bites Novella Collection is a Kindle Countdown Deal this week on Amazon which means it’s temporarily marked down from $3.99 to only 99 cents.  So if you haven’t read my novellas and would like to see what a buck will buy you these days, now would be the perfect time to use that Amazon one-click button.

Here’s the link, and here’s a pretty picture:

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Have a great week!  :)