Got my cover for If You Believe, which releases September 15th from Samhain!
There’s only one man she needs to believe in. Him.
When it comes to her love life, the name of Aubrey Mathison’s coffee shop says it all: “Bean There, Done That”. There’s only one harmless man in her life right now—the homeless one parked outside the shop. Except the crazy things he says keep coming true.
She has to laugh at “You’ll meet your soul mate today”, though. Divorce taught her that men as gorgeous as sexy police chief Price Delacroix are not to be trusted. She’s totally up for a one-night stand, but more than that? No, thanks.
Price bears his own scars from the past, but he knows instantly that Aubrey is his. How to convince her he wants more than to be her personal jungle gym? Cut her off. That means no more mattress gymnastics—until she starts seeing things his way.
Aubrey is just as determined Price’s campaign to wear down her resistance is going to fail, no matter how wickedly determined he is. Until her resident prophet spouts a new prediction: her soul mate’s life is in danger…
Did I mention my awesomely funny and talented friend Melissa Francis has a book out? Well, step right up and check it out then!
AJ Ashe isn’t your typical seventeen-year-old vampire—as if there is such a thing! She’s stuck in the middle of a huge fight between her two BFFs. Her ex-boyfriend—whom she’s still totally in love with, by the way—is now her stepbrother. A former classmate—who, um, she may or may not have turned into a vampire—is stalking her. And now, apparently, the fate of humankind lies in her little undead hands. What ever happened to the good old days, when all a vampire girl had to worry about was the occasional zit and hiding her taste for blood?
Sorry for the pause in blogging, y’all. I’m still trying to recover from this nasty post-conference cold. It is no fun at all. And I shall whine about it. A lot. Because I can. It is my blog, you know.
So here goes.
Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! I hate being sick! Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!
Okay. I’m done.
In other news, M is leaving me for another state. She got a job as an archivist far, far away from me in California, which is sad for me, but still happy for her. Yay, M! You’ll be missed!
The Ritas and the morning after…aka the morning everyone packs up and heads out, are always so hard. You’re exhausted and really, really want your own bed, but also reluctant to leave all the fun and friends behind, knowing that it’ll probably be a year or more before you see them again.
Loribelle Hunt, Karen Erickson, and Shelli Stevens all dolled up for the Ritas.
Cinderella and Jessica Rabbit, aka Rowan/Dayna and Sandra Barkevich. Aren’t they pretty?
Kate Pearce and Rowan/Dayna.
I forced Michele Lang and Stephanie Rowe to put down the yummy Ritas reception munchies to cheese it up for my camera.
Shelli Stevens, Loribelle Hunt, and me in my classic smushed-face shot (best angle!)
The Ritas hair.
Lucienne and me baring some cleavage. Work it, girls!
Robin Rotham and me. Yes, I am a Hobbit.
Karen Erickson and me being ever so cute.
Katie Dunneback aka younglibrarian and me. It was so awesome to meet her there!
Then it was on to the Romance Divas Pajama Jammy Jam in the hotel bar. Evryone else was still all dolled up in their Rita finery and we were slumming it in our comfy jammies and plastic cups of smuggled hooch, which was just peachy with me. I’m all about being comfy.
Jax cassidy giving me loves.
Eden Bradley cuddling with Jax Cassidy.
Rowan/Dayna copping an attitude. How rude!
Robin Rotham and Eden Bradley.
Vivienne Westlake and M.G. Braden.
Group shot! Jax Cassidy, M.G. Braden, Shelli Stevens, Karen Erickson, Rowan/Dayna, and Christina Cross.
So, I presented and went to a mess of parties on Friday of RWA, so here’s where it all comes out.
Presenting time! They put on on a stage. How weird is that?
From left to right: Maria Geraci, me, Mel Francis, Kate Pearce, and Lynn Raye Harris. I think it went pretty well for us. People even had questions!
Next, we got all dolled up, squeezed in a cab, and scootched on over to the Harlequin Party. Kate Pearce, Rowan Larke/Dayna Hart (who sold to LooseId while we were there, yay!), and me. Um, and you may get some bra shots in these pics. Whoopies.
Romance scholar president, Dr. Sarah Frantz got shotgun in the cab.
And thus we shall commence a plethora of smushed-face shots. Hey, it’s my best angle! This one is Rowan Larke/Dayna Hart and me.
Victoria Janssen and me.
Dr. Sarah and me.
Vivienne Westlake and me.
Agent Awesomesauce (Lucienne Diver) and me.
There are more, but I’ll stop torturing you. Here are a few more interesting shots.
Lucienne and Eden Bradley.
Lucienne shaking her groove thang.
Dr. Sarah and Rowan/Dayna dancing. Or maybe doing the wave. Not sure.
Mel boogeying down, and a little bit of Kate Pearce dancing through the shot, too.
Emily Ryan-Davis, Rowan/Dayna, and Eden dancing.
Mel Francis and Dr. Sarah showing off their tats.
Jill Monroe and Gena Showalter. Awesome authors and wicked-funny chicks!
Beth Williamson and Lauren Dane pausing in their dancefest long enough to pose for the camera.
And did I mention there was cake? It was Harlequin’s 60th anniversary!
Here’s a grab bag of miscellaneous conference photos!
Victoria Dahl in the hotel bar with her signature halo. SUCH a good girl, that V.
Louisa Edwards, Jax Cassidy, and Kristen Painter having a lovefest sandwich.
Louisa Edwards and Karen Erickson cheesing it up for me in the bar.
Karen Erickson, me, and Shelli Stevens having breakfast. We’re not quite awake yet.
Melissa Francis cuddling her breastables against a flushed and flustered Kate Pearce. Kate’s not a hugger, so Mel endeavored to hug, poke, squeeze, fondle, grope, and otherwise molest Kate as often as possible. I laughed cuz I’m evil like that!
So, I was terrified to do the RWA Literacy Signing. Little old me in a see of Nora Roberts’s and Suzanne Brockmann’s, but a few people made it extra awesome. The first was Amber, who is a masseuse and former sex educator for adults…who was cool enough to agree to be interviewed for the Smutketeers. Stay tuned for more details for that.
Then there was Jude Brown, who sent me a pic of us together. We’re both color and pattern coordinated. Nifty, right?
But probably the clincher of awesomeness was when Samhain Publishing’s Angie James came over and made me laugh. And then was sporting enough to do it again for the camera. How cool is she?
I’ve come down with a horrible cold since I got home from the RWA national conference, so instead of pretending I have enough brain cells firing to be witty, I shall instead dazzle you with pictures and videos from the conference.
Amanda Brice, Loribelle Hunt, me, and Robin Rotham on the escalator down to the Metro to begin our day of touring around DC.
Shelli Stevens and Amanda Brice in front of the Lincoln Memorial.
Me inside the Lincoln Memorial.
Our proud national phallic symbol.
The Wall for the Vietnam Memorial.
The World War II memorial.
Me in front of a some big white building. I think some important guy lives there.
A close up of the big white building.
Next stop, the Smithsonian! I saw the original Star Spangled Banner flag there. It was super cool!
Love can drive you over the edge. It can also let you fly.
An In The Heat of the Night story.
Pixie Parthon worked hard to make her music production company a success. Anyone who gets in her way gets the business end of her Fae magic. Her savvy business sense kept her family afloat for years, but now that her musician brother is mated and off on a world tour she’s feeling left in the dust.
Maybe it was a faint wish for a little love magic for herself, but she didn’t expect one night of cutting loose to leave her marked for life. A little love bite is one thing. Give up her hard-won independence to a pushy alpha werewolf? She’ll pass.
Malcon is just as shocked as Pixie, but for a different reason. From the moment he saw her, his desire went far beyond getting into her pants. When she agreed—begged—to be bitten, he believed she also sensed their destiny to be mates.
Now it’s too late. Nothing will convince Pixie that he has no intention of clipping her wings—not even a month’s worth of orgasms on call. Crazy as it sounds, love is all he wants from her. Even if it means letting her go…
