The Trouble with Tomboys -- NOW FOR SALE

I'm too excited NOT to share.
But the print version of The Trouble with Tomboys, my second book (first adult romance), is now available to buy as an early bird special from The Wild Rose Press.

You just gotta go to THIS LINK and see it there on its virtual bookshelf, waiting for romance lovers around to the world to purchase. Doesn't it look beautiful?!

It's extremely exciting to see your book out there for everyone else to read.

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But I'm not done yet. My fourth book, HOT COMMODITY, has a cover!! HC will be out in November from Champagne Books. Here's a blurb:

SHE MARRIED THE ONE MAN SHE WAS TRYING TO AVOID

Thinking to assure a business merger with the wealthy, successful Cameron Banks, Olivia Donovan’s mother drags her to Las Vegas for a business convention, demanding she meet Banks and seduce him into wanting to marry her. But Olivia’s finished being Little Miss Yes-mother-whatever-you-say-mother. So, she sneaks away, intending to rebel and marry the very antithesis of Cameron Banks.

Who she finds is a drunk hottie that takes her to new heights of pleasure and shows her a side of herself she never knew existed before.

But after her amazing night in her new husband’s arms, she awakens the next morning only to discover she married and slept with the very Cameron Banks she’d been trying to avoid.

Is Cam the devil she feared, or will he end up being her one true hero?

To celebrate, I've created a video to go with the story.

'Kay, I'm done gushing. Hope you all have a good week!

Nine Years Down...

Even though he tried to trade me for a new Ford truck, I love my husband to pieces because…well… because he’s just too cute not to. And he thinks I’m a damn fine women in return because (in his words) “I can roll a four-wheeler on top of her and she still comes up holding my beer.”

I suppose you’d like to hear a little back story about where that sentiment originates. Well, gosh, okay. Since I can’t info dump in my books, I will on my blog!!

Here’s the whole truth and nothing but the truth:

When the hubby and I bought our first four-wheeler (hadn’t even sent in the first payment yet), we took it for a joy ride with friends (yep, imagine that) and found the most delightfully fun, sandy-like hills to climb.

So, there we were…The hubby was looking for the steepest slope, and I oh-so trustingly clung along behind him, when he finally found a real challenge and pulled a hold-my-beer-and-watch-this-sh#@!

So, I took his can and up the hill we went, only for the back two tires to bury themselves in the soft ground and the front two tires to keep on spinning until up in the air they went, then backward and down the hill we all fell.

The cooler, strapped to the back and holding more containers of Liquid Stupidity, acted as a nice roll bar so our new 600-pound toy didn’t crush us to death.

Friends arrived half a second later to push the Honda off us, and after we shakily scrambled to our feet and got all the are-you-okays out of the way (amazingly we were both fine), I looked down and realized I was still clutching the hubby’s beer can for dear life in my petrified grasp.

And that’s where his famous phrase comes from.

If you haven’t figured it out yet, today’s my wedding anniversary. Nine years ago, my hubby and I said vows that have carried us through college graduations, job changes, church transfers, the building of a house, the birth of a baby, and all sorts of other joys and tribulations. And they’ve been the best nine years of my life. I can’t wait for the next nine, and the next nine after that.

Someone told me once that women only read romance novels because they have no romance in their own life (oh yeah, he was serious too). But I gotta say, being married to the wonderful man I am, I only love to read other people’s happily-ever-afters that much more. And I love to write romances too because I have an amazing source of inspiration right in my own home.

So, here’s to my inspiration. Thank you for being the best part of me. Happy Anniversary, Hubby!

My Lucky Number is TWELVE

Okay, so my lucky number isn't twelve. It's not even one of my favorites. But, hey, I needed to say SOMETHING to get your attention because it's the twelfth again and
YOU GOT IT...

I'm guest blogging today at both

Romance Books "R" Us
&
Climbing Roses of the Wild Rose Press,

which I've agree to do on the twelfth day of every month.

So once again, if you're in the mood to chat with me on a YA blog, head over to Climbing Roses. If you want something adult and on the steamier side, check out RBRU. Or...if you want to see me at both places, you most certainly can do that too! But no pressure.