Here it is folks!

I don't have a release date yet but I couldn't contain myself from showing off my new book cover! I love it! The Wild Rose Press artist did a great job depicting one of the hot new scenes right out of the book!

Teaser...

Marshall reached for his wineglass before sitting back on his stool. For the hundredth time in an hour, his eyes went to the beauty mark on Annie’s face. The reason the small flaw captivated him was because it was so close to temptation, and he suspected a taste of heaven. He had a burning desire to kiss her and find out if her lips were as smooth and soft as they appeared.

More than that, he wanted to taste her, in more ways than one. His cock twitched with the thought of what it would be like to wrap his tongue around hers. Earlier, in the bedroom, it had been a struggle not to throw himself down on her and give in to the situation building between them. She’d looked damn appealing on his water bed, glaring up at him with indignant fire in her eyes.

He was willing to bet the fire in her eyes would intensify when it was replaced with passion. The innocence she eluded wasn’t a ruse, but a thin layer protecting the woman he sensed was hidden beneath the surface. When was the last time he’d met a woman like her?

“That was good, Detective.” Annie’s compliment broke the silence. She pushed her empty plate aside and dropped her napkin over it before reaching for her glass of wine. “Either you’ve never been married, or you’ve been divorced a long time.” She narrowed her eyes at him over her glass.

“Fishing, Doc?” Marshall grinned, pouring more wine into his glass. A tiny smile played upon her lips, making him wonder what she was thinking.

“What now, Detective?” She ran her pinky along the edge of her glass, dipping it slightly into the liquid before bringing it to her mouth.

In spite the sophistication that cloaked Annie, she looked extremely vulnerable at that moment. Her action under normal circumstances would have been a natural prelude to an intimate moment between them—like a kiss. But he knew she wasn’t aware of the alluring quality of her movements. She didn’t seem the type to purposely tease a man using seductive coyness. In fact, she seemed a thousand miles away.

The shower had done her good. She looked refreshed and sexy as hell in faded cut-off jeans that left her shapely, slender legs bare all the way to the tops of her suntanned thighs. A sleeveless top completed her casual look, something thin and airy that tied beneath her breasts, emphasizing their perky shape.

And I’d thought there wasn’t enough there to fill my hands?

A tingle of awareness surged through his blood, warming him more than any wine. The throbbing erection behind his zipper demanded he do something about it.

He hadn’t denied her comments about being horny. Hell, she’d hit the nail right on the head, but she was the one making him that way, turning him inside out. When Michelle had kissed him and pressed her body against his, he’d felt nothing. Not a twinge of the old passion had resurfaced.

All Annie had to do to turn him hard was be in the same room with him, like now. He wondered what her reaction would be if she knew how she was affecting him. If she knew how much he wanted to strip her naked and slide into her welcoming body.


*All the Right Moves was previously released with New Concepts Publishing as an ebook only. To meet print guidelines for The Wild Rose Press 20,000 words were added including several new scenes and a new last chapter.

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Life in the 1500's

For those who care...thought this was interesting.


The next time you are washing your hands and complain because the water temperature isn't just how you like it, think about how things used to be . Here are some facts about the1500s:

Most people got married in June because they took their yearly bath in May, and still smelled pretty good by June. However, they were starting to smell, so brides carried a bouquet of flowers to hide the body odor. Hence the custom today of carrying a bouquet when getting married. (Stinky Bitches)

Baths consisted of a big tub filled with hot water. The man of the house had the privilege of the nice clean water, then all the other sons and men, then the women and finally the children. Last of all the babies. By then the water was so dirty you could actually lose someone in it. Hence the saying, Don't throw the baby out with the Bath water.

Houses had thatched roofs-thick straw-piled high, with no wood underneath It was the only place for animals to get warm, so all the cats and other small animals (mice, bugs) lived in the roof When it rained it became slippery and sometimes the animals would slip and fall off the roof. Hence the saying . It's raining cats and dogs.

There was nothing to stop things from falling into the house.. This posed a real problem in the bedroom where bugs and other droppings could mess up your nice clean bed. Hence, a bed with big posts and a sheet hung over the top afforded some protection. That's how canopy beds came into existence.

The floor was dirt. Only the wealthy had something other than dirt. Hence the saying, Dirt poor. The wealthy had slate floors that would get slippery in the winter when wet, so they spread thresh (straw) on floor to help keep their footing. As the winter wore on, they added more thresh until, when you opened the door, it would all start slipping outside. A piece of wood was placed in the entrance way. Hence the saying a thresh hold.

(Getting quite an education, aren't you?)

In those old days, they cooked in the kitchen with a big kettle that always hung over the fire. Every day they lit the fire and added things to the pot. They ate mostly vegetables and did not get much meat. They would eat the stew for dinner, leaving leftovers in the pot to get cold overnight and then start over the next day. Sometimes stew had food in it that had been there for quite a while. Hence the rhyme, Peas porridge hot, peas porridge cold, peas porridge in the pot nine days old.

Sometimes they could obtain pork, which made them feel quite special. When visitors came over, they would hang up their bacon to show off. It was a sign of wealth that a man could, bring home the bacon They would cut off a little to share with guests and would all sit around and chew the fat.

Those with money had plates made of pewter. Food with high acid content caused some of the lead to leach onto the food, causing lead poisoning death. This happened most often with tomatoes, so for the next 400 years or so, tomatoes were considered poisonous.

Bread was divided according to status. Workers got the burnt bottom of the loaf, the family got the middle, and guests got the top, or the upper crust.

Lead cups were used to drink ale or whisky. The combination would sometimes knock the imbibers out for a couple of days. Someone walking along the road would take them for dead and prepare them for burial. They were laid out on the kitchen table for a couple of days and the family would gather around and eat and drink and wait and see if they would wake up. Hence the custom of holding a wake.

England is old and small and the local folks started running out of places to bury people. So they would dig up coffins and would take the bones to a bone-house, and reuse the grave. When reopening these coffins, 1 out of 25 coffins were found to have scratch marks on the inside and they realized they had been burying people alive. So they would tie a string on the wrist of the corpse, lead it through the coffin and up through the ground and tie it to a bell. Someone would have to sit out in the graveyard all night (the graveyard shift.) to listen for the bell; thus, someone could be, saved by the bell or was considered a ...dead ringer.

And that's the truth. Now, whoever said History was boring ! ! !

Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr...can you Floridians believe this cold weather? You all know how feel about the cold but I bet the rest of the population can't wait for the god awful heat to get here. The only thing I'm looking forward to is a lower utility bill. Gee...my bill went up over sixty dollars last month, due mostly to the two weeks of freezing weather we had. And on top of that, the heater wasn't working right and running constantly. I got that fixed in a hurry.

Tina Gayle

Good morning friends! What better way to start off the middle of February than by meeting a fellow author friend and reading about her work? And by the way, I'm over at Tina's blog today so stop by and leave a comment if you get the chance. Tina Gayle Blog


Mating Rituals

Staring straight ahead, Marohka Taunton avoided eye contact with every man she passed. Moving along the edge of the dance floor, she wove her way back and forth across the assigned path. Her steps, jerky and clumsy, she hid her natural smooth gait. No man, in his right mind, craved an ungraceful wife. At least, she hoped not.

With the stairs a few steps ahead, she tasted victory and allowed herself a sigh of relief. "Thank goodness."

A masculine voice in front of her chuckled. "It’s not over yet, princess."

Marohka paused to inspect the stranger. The laughter reflected in his warm brown eyes—surprised, the intelligent focus—intrigued, and the dark spark of interest—captivated.
A foreign response slithered through her chest. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach. Her heartbeat rang in her ears. Her hands turned clammy. Awareness of the man claimed her senses.

His face, framed by dark brown hair, showed rough lines of strength and fortitude. A crooked nose, a square jaw, and a chiseled chin marked his unique personality. Added together, the sum indicated the man rarely backed down from a fight. He’d stand up for his beliefs and defeat his opponents. His lopsided grin with a dimple at the corner of his mouth teased her.

A silly feature on such a stern face. The little mark claimed her heart and spoke of a rare sense of humor, a trait absent in most men.

A tingle ran down her spine. Her toes curled. Either as an appealing partner or a worthy adversary, the man presented a dangerous combination. Right then, without question, Marohka decided never to cross paths with him again.

"It is for me," she responded to his comment. She lifted her chin a little higher and repaired the chip in her armor with a sassy comeback. "But you’re welcome to any of the girls behind me. I’m sure they’ll enjoy your charm."

Marohka lifted her skirt and swept up the stairs. The sound of his laughter spoiled her intended snub.

ISBN: 978-1-935348-58-0
Genres: Fantasy Romance
Book Length: Novel
Heat Level: Spicy

Find at Amira Press

The best reviews...

...are from readers. I can't tell you how good it feels when I get a note from someone who has read one of my books, and liked it. The review below is from Virginia, who gave me permission to post it. This is what she had to say about CUPID'S ARROW.

Hey! I got my book, read it and loved it : ) You write great characters and add such interesting touches throughout the whole story line. I especially enjoyed the scene of Mike wearing Emma's purple flowered robe! Very good "heart with heat" : )

Thanks again,

Virginia

Taxes

I hate tax time. And I'm sure I'm not the only one:) We like to do ours early so I get to hear my hubby bug me about: I need all your medical receipts, W-2 from work, donation info, anything I can deduct from my writing, bank stuff, blah...blah...blah! It's not a big deal but I'm not as organized as he is. My filing system for the year amounts to a box filled with receipts that I will now have to dig through for the ones he needs. It's my own fault but that's the way it is.

Did you dig out what I need? I'll hear that every couple of days until I huff and puff and finally get off my butt and do it. And of course I can't just hand him a stack of receipts. I have to make a list. Because we have an accountant and it will be easier for him. Yeah, we pay him $100 bucks for ten minutes of work because we do everything but fill out the damn forms.

Filing 2010 taxes will be a whole lot easier because I've set myself up a filing system. Bought myself a little file cabinet and everything. Have folders with names on them so I can toss the right receipt into the right folder. Yeah, we'll see how long that lasts.

So far I've done good. But it is only February:)

My cousin sent this to me, I thought y'all could use a good laugh.


WARNING: ONLY Read This WHEN You Are Able To LAUGH OUT LOUD.

I went to Home Depot recently while not being altogether sure that course of action was a wise one. You see, the previous evening I had prepared and consumed a massive quantity of my patented 'you're definitely going to shit yourself' road-kill chili. Tasty stuff, although hot to the point of being painful, which comes with a written guarantee from me that if you eat it, the next day both of your butt cheeks WILL fall off.

Here's the thing. I had awakened that morning, and even after two cups of coffee (and all of you know what I mean) nothing happened. No 'Watson's Movement. Despite the chilies swimming their way through my intestinal tract, I was unable to create the usual morning symphony referred to by my dear wife as 'thunder and lightning'.

Knowing that a time of reckoning HAD to come, yet not sure of just when, I bravely set off for Home Depot, my quest being paint and supplies to refinish the deck. Upon entering the store at first all seemed normal. I selected a cart and began pushing it about dropping items in for purchase. It wasn't until I was at the opposite end of the store from the toilets that the pain hit me.

Oh, don't look at me like you don't know what I'm talking about. I'm referring to that 'Uh Oh, Shit, gotta go' pain that always seems to hit us at the wrong time. The thing is, this pain was different. The chilies from the night before were staging a revolt. In a mad rush for freedom they bullied their way through the small intestines, forcing their way into the large intestines, and before I could take one step in the direction of the toilets which would bring sweet relief, it happened. The chilies fired a warning shot.

There I stood, alone in the paint and stain section, suddenly enveloped in a toxic cloud the likes of which has never before been recorded. I was afraid to move for fear that more of this vile odor might escape me. Slowly, oh so slowly, the pressure seemed to leave the lower part of my body, and I began to move up the aisle and out of it, just as an orange aproned clerk turned the corner and asked if I needed any help.

I don't know what made me do it, but I stopped to see what his reaction would be to the toxic non-visible fog that refused to dissipate.. Have you ever been torn in two different directions emotionally? Here's what I mean, and I'm sure some of you at least will be able to relate. I could've warned that poor clerk, but didn't. I simply watched as he walked into an invisible, and apparently indestructible, wall of odor so terrible that all he could do before gathering his senses and running, was to stand there blinking and waving his arms about his head as though trying to ward off angry bees. This, of course, made me feel terrible, but then made me laugh. ........BIG mistake!!!!!

Here's the thing. When you laugh, it's hard to keep things 'clamped down', if you know what I mean. With each new guffaw an explosive issue burst forth from my nether region. Some were so loud and echoing that I was later told a few folks in other aisles had ducked, fearing that someone was robbing the store and firing off a shotgun. Suddenly things were no longer funny. 'It' was coming, and I raced off through the store towards the toilet, laying down a cloud the whole way, praying that I'd make it before the grand explosion took place.

Luck was on my side. Just in the nick of time I got to the john, began the inevitable 'Oh my God', floating above the toilet seat because my ass is burning SO BAD, purging. One poor fellow walked in while I was in the middle of what is the true meaning of 'Shock and Awe'.. He made a gagging sound, and disgustedly said, 'Son-of-a-bitch!, did it smell that bad when you ate it?', then quickly left.

Once finished and I left the restroom, reacquired my partially filled cart intending to carry on with my shopping when a store employee approached me and said, 'Sir, you might want to step outside for a few minutes. It appears some prankster set off a stink bomb in the store. The manager is going to run the vent fans on high for a minute or two which ought to take care of the problem.'

My smirking of course set me off again, causing residual gases to escape me. The employee took one sniff, jumped back pulling his apron up to cover his nose and, pointing at me in an accusing manner shouted, 'IT'S YOU!', then ran off returning moments later with the manager. I was unceremoniously escorted from the premises and asked none too kindly not to return.

Home again without my supplies, I realized that there was nothing to eat but leftover chili, so I consumed two more bowls. The next day I went to shop at Lowe's. I can't say anymore about that because we are in court over the whole matter. Bastards claim they're going to have to repaint the store.

Monday Man Candy

Wow...well defined!

Criminal Minds

I am totally addicted to this show. When my dad was here he had to watch it any time it aired, on any channel he could find it. But I couldn't seem to get interested in it. Probably because he didn't give me much choice about watching it.

Then a couple weeks ago they were running a marathon and there was nothing else on TV, so I was forced to watch it. OMG...I watched it all darn day and well into the evening. Its the only show where when it comes on, I will actually shut down my computer to watch. It's mesmerizing! If you've never watched it give it a try. If you like shows like CSI, Law and Order, SVU then you should enjoy it.

Winter in Maine

This poem was sent to me by my cousin, who lives in Maine.

It’s winter in Maine ,
And the gentle breezes blow;
Seventy miles an hour,
At twenty-five below.

Oh, how I love Maine ,
When the snow's up to your butt.
You take a breath of winter,
And your nose gets frozen shut.

Yes, the weather here is wonderful,
So I guess I'll hang around.
I could never leave Maine ,
Cause I am frozen to the ground.

Dead, Undead, or Somewhere in Between

Interview -

Where did the idea for this story come from?

I was sitting on the couch, watching television with the hubs (I think we were watching the now cancelled Moonlight), trying to decide what I wanted to write next. I’d just wrapped up Crimson Moon, which I thought would be a one-time thing (never intended to seek publication), but the mind just won’t “stop”.

They say to write what you know about, and I was ready for a ballsy heroine versus a damsel in distress. Rhiannon was born of all those things. She’s loud, she’s abrasive, and she’s unapologetic. The rest of the story came into being after I had her down, which didn’t take long. It was just one of those things that happen sometimes – you get an image, you go with it, and it takes you on the journey.

Have you attended any book conventions or signings and if yes, where? Please let us know if you have any public appearances planned for the future.
I have not, and to be honest, I’m very nervous about the prospect. Don’t get me wrong, I love people. Gabbing is something I do well (and drives the husband batty when we’re having dinner or shopping and I start a conversation with relative strangers) but not when it’s about me or promoting something I’ve done. I’ve been advised of a gathering September and am considering making the trip. If things fall into place, maybe I’ll take the plunge.

What's next on your writing agenda?

Currently, I’m editing my newest full-length erotic romance which will release at Loose Id (under the Aline Hunter pen, entitled Eternity and a Day). Afterward, I have four stories to complete – Omega Mine (erotic romance), Dark Hunger on a Killing Moon (follow up to Eternity and a Day), The Company of Wolves (new UF series), and the second story in Rhiannon’s journey, The Renfield Syndrome.

What's more important to you when you're in the writing mode?

Peace and quiet, comfort, background noise, time...and why? Something not mentioned? With a household consisting of four children and a braying basset hound, it’s safe to say I don’t notice a lot of noise anymore. However, when I’m in the mood to write, I usually retreat to my writing cave and close the door. I’ll turn on my itunes, choose a list of music, and get to work. The major thing for me is no interruptions. When I’m the zone, interruption can ruin the entire scene.

What kind of hero/heroine do you like to write about?

Tortured ones are always good. There is a kind of darkness in uncovering what makes them tick. I also love writing heroines who aren’t afraid to get to pony up to the plate. Strong female protagonists are popular for a reason, and I totally dig them.

What's one thing readers won't find in your stories?

You know, I once said you’d never find certain things in my work…only to eat the words when I started getting contracted and began striving to stake a place in the market. As needs change, so does your opinion on artistic integrity and stretching yourself past limits you never believed possible. A fantastic example would be sex. I once swore I’d never write it, but as I got past my own insecurities, I found out it’s not only fun to do, but there is some great material out there to be enjoyed.

So I guess you won’t find limitations in my stories. If I feel the work needs to go there to make it the best it can be, I’ll do it.

Who is your favorite author and what's the last book you've read?

My favorite author is John Steinbeck, and the last book I read was Tangled by Karen Erickson.

Please fill in the blank. If I didn't write, I would Teach.

If you could live anywhere in the world where would it be and why?

Honestly, I’m happy right here in beautiful Alabama. I get the natives, know where to go when I need something, and my home is out in the boonies where it’s nice and quiet. Just like the old Alabama diddy proclaims, “My Home’s in Alabama”.

What advice or inspiration can you offer to aspiring authors?

Chin up. This isn’t necessarily a nice or easy industry. Rejection is just a part of the business. Don’t let it get you down. Be sure to research when submitting, and do your homework. Nothing promotes your work better than you. By being as informed as you can, you’ll exude confidence, which is a powerful tool that gains attention and notice.

What are you wearing right now?

I’m snickering as I answer because you caught me at my hood-rat best. I’m in my old ¾ sleeved Alabama football jersey and a pair of grey fleece pants. Thank you for having me by! These questions were a ton of fun! ;)

Dead, Undead, or Somewhere in Between Blurb -

One bad corpse can ruin your whole day. No one knows that better than Rhiannon Murphy.

She’s left behind the flash and sass of Miami for the no-nonsense groove of New York City, eager for a clean slate and a fresh start. A bartender by trade, a loud mouth by choice, and a necromancer by chance; she’s managed to keep her nifty talent hidden from those around her – until now.

The deliciously good-looking vampire Disco knows her secret, and when he strolls into her bar to solicit help investigating the mysterious disappearances of his kind from the city, she discovers he’s not the kind of person that appreciates the significance of the word no.

But in a world where vampires peddle their blood as the latest and greatest drug of choice, it’s only a matter of time before the next big thing hits the market. Someone or something is killing vampires to steal their hearts, and unlike Rhiannon, this isn’t their first stroll around the undead block.


Excerpt -

My shoulders drooped in defeat. Of all the shitty luck.

The only way my life could get worse is if I got my throat ripped out. Coincidentally, I was due to leave my place of employment and enter into a darkened alley to meet up with a vampire. So the odds weren’t stacked in my favor. Not at all.

My boots squeaked on the linoleum as I strode past the coat rack, walked down the hall, and entered the narrow concrete hallway. The big steel door at the end distorted, appearing too close and then too far, invoking images of The Shining. I finally reached it and limply grasped the knob.

I stood there, fingers loose and flaccid. Once I turned the knob, I was sealing my fate. My pride wouldn’t stand for beating on the door and screaming like a pansy to be allowed back inside. I exerted my backbone, grasped the knob, and twisted. The door opened with a protest of metal against metal.

I scanned the area quickly and then sagged in relief. The alley was empty. Thank you God, hallelujah! The door slammed shut behind me as I rushed down the narrow street. I was dodging a bullet, and I knew it.

The moon wasn’t out but the streetlights lit the way decently enough, the circular swells of white shining bright against the darkened concrete. The air was slightly chilly, sending prickles along my skin. I’d have to break out the jeans and sweaters soon.

I hooked a right, keeping my ecstatic pace, until I glanced up.

Disco was propped casually against the wall, his broad back braced against the red bricks. He was standing beneath a nearby street light that shone off his hair, the pale honey blond intense. Pulling out a cigarette and lighting up, he waited as I approached. I watched the red tip brighten as he took a long puff, lifted his head, and exhaled slowly into the darkened night.

So much for dodging a bullet.

Some girls get to be prom queen, others get a perfect SAT score, but not me. I was the biggest winner on The Price Is Right, and Johnny just told me to come on down.

It's hard to believe it's been five years since I received my first contract with Whiskey Creek Press, for "Cupid's Arrow". Hard to grasp that in the last five years I've had 8 books published. And 2010 is looking good, too. With a goal of one book a year, so far I have two coming out. A re-release of "All the Right Moves", this time in print. And my first short erotic romance, "Talk Dirty to Me". This one makes me blush!

"Cupid's Arrow" was just the beginning and launched my career, giving me the confidence I needed to pursue my dreams. I'll never forget how I felt, reading that email from Debi Womack for the first time, offering me a contract. I'd just returned home from a two-week cruise to Alaska and it was the first thing I saw in my inbox. I was on top of the world!

Since then I've written spicy, spicy suspense, torrid suspense, torrid and now erotic romance. But that sweet romance will always be one of my favorites. It made me a best seller, as it was on the publisher's best sellers list for two consecutive months!


Readers' Choice #1 Bestseller

Mike has his hands full between working as a police detective and raising a teenage daughter by himself. The last thing he's looking for is a relationship to complicate his life, much less love. However, he finds himself immediately smitten with Emma Stuart after a mistake lands him at her door. Soon it seems he's bumping into her everywhere he goes. He convinces himself he's not interested, only problem is, why can't he ignore the heat between them every time they meet?

Emma's content with her quiet life the way it is. Two years after her divorce she's looking forward to settling into her new condo by the lake. However, her matchmaking sister has other plans. Before she knows it she's running into Stratton's sexy small town detective at every turn. Mike quickly lays down the law, his law that he's not going to get involved with her. Well, if that's the case, why can't keep his hands off her?

*First person who gives me the correct answer to the question below, in the comments section, will receive an autographed copy of "Cupid's Arrow".

How old was I when this book came out?

I just had to post this picture

Alivia spent the weekend with me and we had the best bonding time. We played hide and seek, dress up, did her nails, had Disney movie day, did her homework, played barbie dolls, went shopping...I took Monday off just to recuperate. But I'd do it all again.

Alivia has most of the Disney princess dresses and she's a girlie girl all the way. Isn't she beautiful? It's hard to believe she's only three.

For those of you who have pets, this is a true story

FOR THOSE THAT DON'T, IT IS A TRUE STORY.


Dear Dogs and Cats,

The dishes with the paw prints are yours and contain your food. The other dishes are mine and contain my food. Placing a paw print in the middle of my plate and food does not stake a claim for it becoming your food and dish, nor do I find that aesthetically pleasing in the slightest.

The stairway was not designed by NASCAR and is not a racetrack. Racing me to the bottom is not the object. Tripping me doesn't help because I fall faster than you can run.

I cannot buy anything bigger than a king sized bed. I am very sorry about this. Do not think I will continue sleeping on the couch to ensure your comfort, however.. Dogs and cats can actually curl up in a ball when they sleep. It is not necessary to sleep perpendicular to each other, stretched out to the fullest extent possible. I also know that sticking tails straight out and having tongues hanging out on the other end to maximize space is nothing but sarcasm.

For the last time, there is no secret exit from the bathroom! If, by some miracle, I beat you there and manage to get the door shut, it is not necessary to claw, whine, meow, try to turn the knob or get your paw under the edge in an attempt to open the door. I must exit through the same door I entered. Also, I have been using the bathroom for years - canine/feline attendance is not required.

The proper order for kissing is: Kiss me first, then go smell the other dog or cat's butt.. I cannot stress this enough.

Finally, in fairness, dear pets, I have posted the following message on the front door:

TO ALL NON-PET OWNERS WHO VISIT AND LIKE TO COMPLAIN ABOUT OUR PETS:
(1) They live here. You don't.
(2) If you don't want their hair on your clothes, stay off the furniture. That's why they call it 'fur'-niture.
(3) I like my pets a lot better than I like most people.
(4) To you, they are animals. To me, they are adopted sons/daughters who are short, hairy, walk on all fours and don't speak clearly.

Remember, dogs and cats are better than kids because they:
(1) eat less,
(2) don't ask for money all the time,
(3) are easier to train,
(4) normally come when called,
(5) never ask to drive the car,
(6) don't smoke or drink,
(7) don't want to wear your clothes,
(8) don't have to buy the latest fashions,
(9) don't need a gazillion dollars for college and
(10) if they get pregnant, you can sell their children ...

Never Say Never

Oh god...guess I should come clean. What they say about never say never is true. I said there were two things you would never see in my books and now I have to eat my words. My first erotic romance has been picked up by a publisher and will be out sometime later this year. Anyone recall what those two things are?

They are the F-word and the female C-word. Well, I used the F-word several times in Talk Dirty to Me, the erotic romance I was talking about, and it was probably one of the hardest things I've ever had to get over. I mean, it's a bedroom word! Taboo. Something I'd only used in the bedroom.

I know you're probably saying, get over it Tory, it's just a word. But you don't understand! I caved! I did something I said I'd never do. Okay, I'll get over it. After all, it is just a word. I'm just here to tell you, never say never!

Author Meet and Greet

Good morning friends! I'd like to introduce you to another author who has taken time to drop by and and say hi.

BIO:
Renee is a military brat turned military wife who is currently stationed in MD with her husband and two cats.

Whether writing as D. Renee Bagby or Zenobia Renquist, she is a world-builder. She loves inventing new cultures and shaping their histories and laws because it beats researching the existing ones.

Her stories span the fantasy gamut but she dabbles in sci-fi and contemporary from time to time. While her main characters tend to be of different races, she doesn't let skin color rule or limit her stories. For her, it's all about how much she can torture her characters so they earn their happily-ever-after ending.

The rules are all new and pre-conceived notions will only slow you down, so when reading Renee's stories, she asks only one thing -- Leave Your Reality Behind.


STORY BLURB:
"Acknowledging Meirion"
No acknowledgment—but is true love the exception?

Meirion Flatt is one of a handful of people participating in the human version of a nature show for an alien race known as the Fey. Kiar, one of the three men chosen to film her, has awakened emotions in her she hasn’t felt since her husband died. She can’t tell if the feelings are mutual or one-sided, but she’s willing to find out.

Kiar takes great pride in doing his job correctly and that pride means everything to him. The network he works for has a strict rule of no acknowledgment. He’s meant to observe, not interact—no matter what. When Meirion sets out to seduce him, his job becomes that much harder.

Two of the universe's most stubborn people are about to clash in a new battle of the sexes. This competition has no rules and neither Meirion nor Kiar is willing to lose. It's her heart versus his pride. Will victory lead to joint happiness or both their defeats as Kiar struggles against... Acknowledging Meirion

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Yum!

As a romance author I can't help but think this is the one day of the year lovers celebrate what romance is all about. Whether it be with flowers or candy or an intimate picnic somewhere in a secluded part of a park. Enjoy the day with the people you love.

My hubby just said the nicest thing to me. After all these years together he wants to get married again! My parents renewed their vows on their 35th wedding anniversary. Anyway, whether we do or not the fact that he loves me enough to want to do it all over again is enough for me:)

Bambi

I'm having a pretty darn good day!

I brought my granddaughter home with me today to spend the weekend, so mommy and daddy can have some alone time. Took a couple vacation days. And of course I was smart enough to take an extra day for grandma. I have a feeling come Sunday when my daughter and her hubby come up to pick up their daughter that I'm going to need a whole day to recuperate:) Alivia is the typical three year old. Full of never ending energy and in need of entertainment 24/7...

I managed to get her little butt into bed by 8:45 so I snuck out and here I am. She'll sleep in with me until around 7:00 or so. We have a busy day planned for Saturday. I gave up my sci-fi for barbie dolls, homework, yes even day care send it home now, and The Wizard of Oz.

But, getting back to today. Looks like my short erotic romance has been picked up! Had a contract offer in my email today. I'm so excited! More info to follow but I wanted to share the good news. New stuff from Tory Richards for 2010 coming...whoohoo!

A Woman's Poem

He didn't like the casserole
And he didn't like my cake
He said my biscuits were too hard
Not like his mother used to make
I didn't perk the coffee right
He didn't like the stew
I didn't mend his socks
The way his mother used to do
I pondered for an answer
I was looking for a clue
Then I turned around and smacked the shit out of him...
Like his mother used to do!

me has a cold:(

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Ah...I'll take the man in the back on the right.

Interview with Chase

...our hero in THE COWBOY WAY. I promised readers I'd pin the handsome cowboy down for an interview and finally had to get Lacey to help me. The man's a workaholic! After he and Lacey finished remodeling the ranch house and had the twins they added a screened in pool, which is where Chase and I are relaxing now. He just came in from working all day and looks pretty, ah, sexy in his jeans, chaps and a days worth of stubble on his rugged face.


I jumped right in. "You're a hard man to pin down for an interview."

"Yeah, well, I'm a busy man and it's calving season. Plus I have a couple mares about to drop their foals. By the way, that was a sneaky trick you pulled getting Lacey to do your dirty work for you." He took a sip of his beer.

I didn't feel guilty in the least. "Hey, you wouldn't stop long enough to give me five minutes. Readers are interested in knowing what you're doing. Besides, I knew Lacey could handle you."

He chuckles. "She always has. So shoot. What do you want to know?"

"Well, what have you two been up to the last year? I see you added a pool."

"Had to do something to keep three kids entertained. Lacey was about to pull her hair out. Lilly came nine months after Melanie and Nathan. And Lacey and I enjoy the pool after they're in bed for the night."

"They're beautiful children, Chase. I can tell by the look on your face that those kids are your life."

"You bet. So is their mother. Even though she's a royal pain in my you know what at times."

I laughed. "I see some things never change, and something tells me you don't mind so much. So, what else has been keeping Chase Saunders busy?" I glanced at the scar on his forehead, where he'd been shot by Johnson, but thought it was better not to bring up that horrible memory.

"Whew! Running a ranch eats up a lot of my time. I quit working at Carl's ranch once we filled our own pastures. We run a bull breeding program. Brian took over as foreman at Carl's. He and Mary just had number two."

"How about you? Any more kids in your future?"

I watch his gaze shift to where Lacey is playing with their children in the shallow end of the pool. "That's up to Lacey but I'll welcome as many as she wants to give me."

Apparently Lacey heard her name being mentioned. "As many as what?"

"Brats." Chase answered her, grinning. "I was just saying that I'll welcome as many as you want to give me."

"Good to know." She grinned back. She lifted Lilly high in the air until she squealed. On the way down she kissed her chubby little belly and she squealed some more.

Chase and I were quiet for a moment, watching the antics of three little "brats" being doted on by their beautiful mother. Looking at Lacey's slim shape it's hard to believe she's the mother of three. "Is Lacey still illustrating for children's books?"

"As often as time allows. She has a small art room just off the nursery so when the kids are down for their afternoon naps she can work, and still hear them. In fact she did all the framed art in the nursery."

"Have you ever thought of hiring a nanny?"

"Are you kidding? I mentioned it once and nearly got my ears boxed." Chase laughed. "We have an anniversary coming up. I'm going to surprise Lacey with a two-week trip to Ireland. Brian and Mary are going to keep the kids."

"That's a nice surprise."

"Yeah. We don't get much alone time anymore."

I could tell Chase was joking by the twinkle in his eye. "If I remember correctly, you two always managed to find a place for some, ah, alone time. And you do have three babies."

Chase just smiled and finished off his beer. "Ah, the good old days when any place in the house, or out, would do."

"Chase!" We both glanced at Lacey, who was looking at us with her mouth open. "I heard that!"

"You know it's true, sweetheart." He laughed at Lacey's scowl, then glanced back at me. "Are you planning on staying the weekend? We're having a family barbecue on Saturday."

"I can't but I'll stay for dinner. Before I leave, can I get a picture of you? I think readers will expect that."

He didn't hesitate. "Sure."

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I convinced Chase to let me take a picture of him before he changed out of his chaps. He didn't want to take off his shirt but Lacey made him a promise I in no way would have been able to. Sorry, but as I was taking his picture my camera slipped. I chopped off his head but I thought y'all would still enjoy the view I got:)

How adorable is this?

Which one?

I was thinking the other day. If I could only have one cat, which one would it be? And I discovered there's no way I could choose. So I'm glad I don't have to.

They each have their favorite spot on the bed. And when I'm in it they're cuddled up against my legs or on the pillow next to my head, or around my neck. The other day I took a nap on the sofa, wonderful thing, a nap. I didn't need a blanket because all three cats curled up on top of me.

Anyone recall what their names are and which one is which?

Can Cold Water Clean Dishes?

This is for all the germ conscious folks that worry about using cold water to clean. Me included! I found this interesting:)

John went to visit his 90 year old grandfather in a very secluded, rural area of Saskatchewan
After spending a great evening chatting the night away, the next morning John's grandfather prepared breakfast of bacon, eggs and toast.

However, John noticed a film like substance on his plate, and questioned his grandfather asking, 'Are these plates clean?'

His grandfather replied, 'They're as clean as cold water can get em. Just you go ahead and finish your meal, Sonny!'

For lunch the old man made hamburgers. Again, John was concerned about the plates, as his appeared to have tiny specks around the edge that looked like dried egg and asked, 'Are you sure these plates are clean?'

Without looking up the old man said, 'I told you before, Sonny, those dishes are as clean as cold water can get them. Now don't you fret, I don't want to hear another word about it!'

Later that afternoon, John was on his way to a nearby town and as he was leaving, his grandfather's dog started to growl, and wouldn't let him pass.

John yelled and said, 'Grandfather, your dog won't let me get to my car'.

Without diverting his attention from the football game he was watching on TV, the old man shouted! 'Coldwater, go lay down now, yah hear me!'

Woe is me...

I took a vacation today to spend with my daughter and granddaughter, because my daughter is normally off on Wednesdays. But today just didn't work out.

We had plans to get together on Friday, along with my niece. However, my daughter began a new job in another department at work on Monday and for the two weeks of training she has to work Monday through Friday, from 8:00-5:00. Once her training is done she'll go back to her old schedule.

So...I'm sitting here in my jammies with one cat beneath my computer and another laying over my chest, drinking coffee, and feeling sorry for myself. I haven't seen my granddaughter since December! I swear I'm going through withdrawals. So beginning in a couple weeks I will go up to my daughters after work Thursday night and keep Alivia every Friday. It will be our day.

I just lazed around most of the day, and worked a little on revising an old book. I did get to take a good nap. I'm beginning to like naps! LOL

Wolf's Moon #2

Remember a couple days ago when I posted about the wolf's moon, where this is the brightest moon of 2010? Well, I went out and took a picture of it. I was standing directly beneath it. Not near as pretty as the other picture I posted, but it is bright:)

Hero Interview

I know you're anxiously waiting for the interview with Chase from THE COWBOY WAY and I have good news! With Lacey's help we've pinned him down and we're working on it right now. I should be posting it very soon. So hang tight!

Five Flames for THE COWBOY WAY!!!

Hey my friends, My Overstuffed Bookshelf reviewed THE COWBOY WAY and gave it a great review! Check out what Amy had to say.

Meet Author Terry Odell

Good morning friends! I thought I'd start the new month off by meeting another new author. Please make her feel welcome.


Terry Odell began writing when she ran out of space for her needlepoint and needed another creative outlet.

Her entry into the world of writing can be attributed to a "mistake" when her son mentioned the Highlander television series on a visit home. Being the "good mother" she began watching the show and soon connected with the world of fan fiction, first as a reader, then as a critique giver, and then, one brave weekend, she wrote her first short story.

Things snowballed (if one can use that analogy in central Florida!) and soon she was writing her first original novel. Much later, she mentioned something about a recent Highlander episode to her son, and he said, "Oh, I've never actually watched the show, I just thought the concept was cool." Little did he know what he'd started.

Her first novel, FINDING SARAH, a romantic suspense, was published by Cerridwen Press in February of 2007, followed rapidly by WHAT’S IN A NAME? in April. Since then, she's published WHEN DANGER CALLS, an action adventure romance from Five Star Expressions, and HIDDEN FIRE, a true sequel to Finding Sarah. When she wrote it, she didn't know it was "against the rules" to bring back the same hero and heroine in a romance.

Watch for her next releases: two short stories in a mystery anthology from Highland Press, and NOWHERE TO HIDE, a romantic suspense set in her current home town of Orlando, from The Wild Rose Press.

You can find more about Terry and her books, including some behind the scenes peeks at their inceptions at her website, http://www.terryodell.com And visit her blog, Terry's Place, at http://terryodell.blogspot.com

Here's the blurb for Hidden Fire:

Returning from a stint as part of a task force on violent crime, Randy Detweiler is eager to reunite with Sarah Tucker in Pine Hills, but she’s having second thoughts about their relationship. Can she deal with a cop who gets called away at a moment’s notice, especially one who won’t talk about his job?

Their reunion is cut short when a body is discovered and rumors fly that it’s the work of a serial killer. To make matters worse, the Town Council might disband their police department, and Randy's under added pressure to solve the murder before they take action. Forced to work under the radar, Randy struggles to balance work with a shaky relationship.

Sarah can’t cope with apparently meaning less to Randy than his job. Should she force him to choose between his job and the us she envisions for the two of them? All bets are off when Sarah herself becomes a suspect in Randy’s case. Before long, it’s more than their relationship that’s in danger.

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