Oh, that title ought to drive Google crazy. But there it is. I had to just get it right out there in the open and share, because my book, His Mistress by Morning, was recently featured in an article, Why Foreplay for Women is a Novel Concept, in the Irish Independent...
The Marlowes
No One Tells You These Things
I had one of those Mom moments today that no one ever tells you about. What it is like to put a kid on a bus and send them off to camp. For a week. Egads, I thought my heart was being ripped from my chest as I watched that big bus roll away from the school. He's been...
One At A Time
Ever wondered when you find an autographed book in the grocery store or the Target how it got there? Did the author do—as it is known in the business—a drive-by? Or did they, as I just did this week, find themselves in a warehouse surrounded by pallets of...
The Care and Feeding of a RITA
So you all just cracked me up this week. Here I thought I'd posted a good blog on "what makes a great romance," and then the discussion turns to focus on my poor decrepit RITA. So I feel I should offer both a defense and some thoughts for anyone who might gain one in...
Going to the Dogs
It's. That. Time. Again. Excuse my enthusiasm, but it is time for the Westminster Kennel Club Dog Show. Forget all the other dog shows that populate the television, this is the Academy Awards for Dogs. This is the big show. I get all excited and sit glued to the tv...
Excuses . . . Good and Bad
If you haven't noticed, I took last week off. Not intentionally, and with no good reason, other than I kept intending to get to the computer and blog, but life and the holidays kept luring me away. I don't know about you, but I am so easily distracted this time of...
