Sooo…I had the Day From Hell yesterday and totally spaced on Hump Day Hotties, but it will return next week. Never fear. The hotness is coming.
Let’s do a conference wrap-up today and talk about the highlights of my trip.
First, I spanked Gena Showalter. Yes, I spanked her. And she not only loved it, she begged me to blog about it. This all started when she gave me a nipple mint at lunch last October. One of my fellow authors at Romance Divas was severely jealous that they didn’t get to have lunch with Gena and the magnificent Jill Monroe, so Gena made it up to them by fondling one the free mints given out by the restaurant and rubbing it on her nipple. The right one, if I recall correctly. I’m not sure, I wasn’t looking that closely, but there was definite nipple rub-age.
Anyway, when confronted about her nefarious molestation of mints, she begged to be spanked and punished for her wicked ways. Being the generous person that I am, and seeing her true distress over her bad girl-ness, I obliged.
I tackled Jill Monroe the moment she topped the escalator to the bar. Poor girl, she’s kinda on the smaller side, so she could have been squished like a bug. And that would have been sad–I mean, she’s nice enough to put up with Gena breaking their prized gnome and everything. But, she was as stoked as I was when I announced that I SOLD A NOVELLA TO KENSINGTON APHRODISIA!! (Which means I’m looking for an agent. So all of you crazy agents who always stop by my blog–you know who you are–EMAIL ME!)
R.G. Alexander, critique partner extraordinaire, brought me yellow roses and Milano cookies for selling. How much does she rock? I mean, she brought me chocolate. I *heart* R.G. Plus, she just got her new cover for her first release with Ellora’s Cave. Sexy!
At the Diva Dinner, where I hung out with almost fifty Romance Diva peeps, I met the beautiful Anna J. Evans, and then I got the Most Determined To Make An Acceptance Speech award. I’m not sure if that’s meant to be funny or insulting. I’ll go with funny. Best not to think about it too much.
I had a small chat with Nora Roberts about her awesome-yet-uncomfy-looking shoes at the Berkley Publisher Party. And she touched Lillian Feisty’s shoulder and told her she had on a gorgeous dress. Feisty’s never washing that shoulder again, nor getting rid of the fire engine red Marilyn Monroe number either.
On Saturday I served as Eden Bradley’s personal assistant during her book signing and had to regulate on a few people for wanting to steal the book and not get it signed. Dude, five minutes in line for an awesome FREE book and a chat with La Eden is not too much to ask. I promise.
Oh! One last thing. The day I got the call from Kensington, Jax Crane, Lillian Feisty, and Eden Bradley pitched in and insisted on buying me my first tattoo. A teensy lady bug on the inside on my foot. At the same time, the ever sassy Mel got her nose pierced, so we got to be slightly hurting wenches together.
I’m sure there’s more, but I forget. Talk to you later!
