Monday Mayhem – Frenzy!

First, let me just say:

 

 

The draft for FLIP THIS LOVE is complete, has been pre-edited, revised, and is now back with the ever-fabulous Jewels for another round of scrutiny. Which is good because this

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appeared in Friday’s edition of Publisher’s Marketplace, and my agent posted this awesome announcement on the kt literary blog.

Next up? RWA National Conference in NYC!

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Literally finished revisions Sunday, so I’ll be frantically packing for the next two nights. I can’t wait!

In the meantime, you can gaze upon this and we’ll all pretend we’re at the beach.

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I’ll be back next week with a full report!

 

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Weekend Writing Warrior – 7/19/15

More from my current WIP, Play Dates, the first book in what I hope will be a series featuring some hot single dads and the women who capture their hearts! Post-mortem: Part I

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Melody blinked up at her, the to-go cup of coffee poised millimeters from her lips. “And that is was it? He just left?”

Monica peered into the depths of the cardboard box in the center of the island and shrugged as she extracted a doughnut. “Well, yeah, what was he supposed to do?”

Emma zipped through the kitchen, high on hot chocolate and fried dough, singing a song about a sparkly castle on glittery hill. She ran smack into Monica’s leg mid-twirl, grinned up at her, completely oblivious to bits of flyaway brown hair adhered to her sticky cheeks, and held up one sugar-glazed hand in silent supplication. Monica obligingly dropped a doughnut hole into her waiting palm.

The little girl twirled away and Monica turned back to her sister. “What would you have done?”

Melody took the delayed sip of her coffee, then heaved a dramatic sigh. “I suppose I would have gone.”

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Monday Mayhem – Excuses, excuses

Please excuse Margaret from the internet today. She has been ill this week and has been using every word she could muster to make this happen:

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She hopes to be done with this first draft and back in fighting form next week, when she will tell you all about her preparations for her New York adventure and the Romance Writers of America conference. In the meantime, please enjoy the (unedited) excerpt below with my compliments.

Signed,

Epstein’s Mother

Flip This Love – a work in progress

“That’s it. Suck, sugar.”

The husky timbre of his voice sent shivers down her spine. One warm hand slid from her shoulder to her back. The tips of his fingers dug into the valley of her spine. He could nearly span her waist. Her nipples puckered when he slipped his hand into her hair. Oh, how she wished she’d worn it up. She loved the feel of him skin on skin. She almost wept with relief when he wrapped his big, broad palm around her nape. Heat seeped into the taut muscles of her neck. A thin stream of hot moisture escaped the corner of her mouth and trickled down her chin.

“Oh yeah. Suck harder.”

It wasn’t the first time he’d said those words to her, and God help her, she knew it wouldn’t be the last. She was weak. A quivering mass of happy, hurt, and oh-please-touch-me-again.

The man was right. She needed to suck it up. And hard. If Harley Cade was back to stay, she had to be on her guard. The man was as insidious as the kudzu that crept into her mother’s flower garden.

Laney pulled the spent crawfish shell from her mouth and dropped it onto the butcher paper in front of her. Fingers tangled in her hair and tugged lightly, a tiny jolt that sent a lightning bolt of white-hot desire streaking straight through her. She looked up in time to see him flash old Mrs. Hillbury a dimpling smile and commandeer the folding chair beside her.

“Evenin’, Delaney.”

 

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Weekend Writing Warrior – 7/12/15

More from my current WIP, Play Dates, the first book in what I hope will be a series featuring some hot single dads and the women who capture their hearts! This week: the best *ahem* laid plans….

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“Daddy?”

His heart sank and he dropped onto the bed, sending Monica an apologetic glance before angling his body away from her. “Hey, buddy, what’s up?”

“Can you come get me?”

Closing his eyes, Colm inhaled deeply through his nose. He hadn’t had a call like this in weeks. Of course, Aiden had to pick tonight, of all nights to relapse. Disgusted by the flash of resentment he felt toward his own kid, he balled up his impatience and selfishness and swallowed them whole. Then he yanked his boxer briefs from the legs of his jeans and shook them out. It was one thing to try to talk to your five year old when naked, another to do it with an audience in attendance.

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Monday Mayhem – One Click Edition

Hi all!

I’m here! Still in a full-on writing sprint whilst attempting to have a life. Silly me.

The book is going well. I’m chipping away at it bit by bit and hope to have the rough first draft completed by 7/15/15.

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In the meantime, I am preparing for my jaunt to NYC later this month to attend the Romance Writers of America annual conference. I’m super excited. Not only do I get to room with the fabulous Karen Booth, but I get to meet a bunch of other publishing biz friends and associates live and in person. It’ll be four days jam-packed with signings, seminars, speakers and soirees.

The downside to all that means I’ve been forced to do some clothing shopping. Those of you who know me in the three dimensional world, know that I loathe shopping for clothes. Add this crazy-pants deadline to my natural aversion and you can understand why I’ve been doing as much of my acquiring as possible online.

Dress at RWA National ranges from pajama party to formal. I’m trying to be strategic in my packing. I’ve picked a basic color scheme of black, white, & re(a)d. [sorry, had to throw the Gilmore reference in] I’m adding in some silver and everything (including shoes and accessories) will work around that.

Of course, I’m a chronic over packer. God forbid I get stuck without at least three days worth of extra underwear and socks (genetic flaw), and I live in fear of forgetting the one essential item that I won’t be able to procure in the nation’s largest metropolis. So, of course, I ordered packing cubes as well. They claim I can squeeze an entire week of tops into one neat and wrinkle-free bundle. I can’t wait to see if it’s true.

So yeah, when I’m not tapping away at the manuscript, I’m clicking away on the shopping sites. So far, I’ve hit all the usual suspects – Kohl’s, Target, and Amazon. Had a fabulous customer service experience with Zappos. The shoes didn’t work out, but they were so awesome about the order, tracking & return that I’ll definitely be ordering from them again.

So yeah, that’s where I’m at this week. What about you? Are you an online shopper? What are some of your favorites?

 

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Weekend Writing Warrior – 7/5/15

More from my current WIP, Play Dates, the first book in what I hope will be a series featuring some hot single dads and the women who capture their hearts! Colm’s a little introspective after the fact.

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From the moment he first saw her at the playground, he’d been drawn to her. Throughout dinner, he’d tried to convince himself that it was physical attraction and nothing more. But even that was bad enough. He didn’t want a one-time encounter with a complicated woman to be the yardstick he used to measure any future relationship he might have.

His attraction to Monica was more than physical, and that wasn’t good. He liked her laugh. Loved her quick wit and curious nature. Wanted to know more about her. Why did she pile ten thousand pillows on her bed? Did it bother her that he let his son play with dolls? Would he like her any less if it did?

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Monday Mayhem – carpel tunnel edition

I’m writing at a full-on sprint these days. The deal isn’t signed, sealed, and delivered yet, but there’s been  offer, acceptance, and a panic-inspiring deadline set. So, I’ve spent the last twelve days cranking out words. I need to have the first  draft done before I leave for the Romance Writers of America conference in late July.

I’m about halfway there.

As usual, the first run at it will be far too wordy. I can already see the threads I’m going to have to cut, and some I need to sew up. But I’m having a great time with these characters. They’re fun and snarky, and thankfully, they seem to like talking to me. Plus, you know I love a deadline. I love smashing them to pieces. Boo-yah!

So, if I’m a little quiet for the next few weeks, you’ll know why. When things are official, I’ll sing it from the rooftops. In the meantime, picture me doing a lot of these moves:

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Weekend Writing Warrior – 6/28/15

More from my current WIP, Play Dates, the first book in what I hope will be a series featuring some hot single dads and the women who capture their hearts! How about a little kissy action this week?

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He dipped his head and captured her mouth. The kiss started slow and sweet, but ended so mind-bendingly hot she wondered how she’d ever though the word ‘sweet’ could apply. He gave her a half second to catch her breath, then kissed her again. This time, his tongue swept into her mouth. Demanding its due. Reclaiming every bit she might have inadvertently washed away. When he relinquished her at least, her breath came in short, soft puffs that bounced off him and washed back over her.

He trailed hot, open-mouthed kisses down her throat. When he reached the base, he nuzzled the little notch between her clavicles then dipped his tongue into the hollow. Her breath caught and held when he lifted his head to look her straight in the eye.

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Weekend Writing Warrior – 6/21/15

More from my current WIP, Play Dates, the first book in what I hope will be a series featuring some hot single dads and the women who capture their hearts!

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“I can stay for a while tonight, but I’ll have to leave. I always pick Aiden up early.”

Okay, he was laying ground rules. Ground rules were good. She played it cool as her bra straps started a slow slide over her shoulders and down her arms. “That’s fine.”

There, that should do it. We can go for the wham-bam and call it a night, or we can go at it a little more. No pressure, no expectation. Well, almost no expectations.

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Weekend Writing Warrior – 6/14/15

More from my current WIP, Play Dates, the first book in what I hope will be a series featuring some hot single dads and the women who capture their hearts!

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“I’d forgotten how soft a woman’s skin is,” he whispered, almost to himself. “You smell so good. Fresh and flowery, not like socks, gummy candy and sour milk.”

A laugh escaped her before she could stop it. “Thank you.”

He winced, then pushed himself into a sitting position as the cab started to slow. Ever the gentleman, he pulled her up, then made a valiant effort to erase the evidence of their backseat tumble by tugging ineffectually at her skirt, then taking a brusque swipe at the front of her blouse. She jerked at the ungainly contact and he yanked his hand away as if he’d been scalded.

“Wow. I just…” He pressed the heel of his hand to one eyebrow then blew out a breath. “You have no idea how close you just came to getting a spit bath.”

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