July 6, 2014

Dad's Inspiration

 In UNDER HIS NOSE, one of my favorite parts is when Roark takes Stephanie out on a "real date." The two of them have been best friends for all their lives, but they've never crossed that "dating" line. Enter Roark's Fairy Godmother, Christy, to help get them over that hump, because they really do belong together.

Anyway, one of my favorite parts is when Roark picks Stephanie up in his dad's classic Camaro.

Dad's Camaro that inspired Roark's car. I even got to ride in it. Once. 
Part of the reason this is one of my favorite scenes is because the car is very much based on my dad's show car--a '67 Camaro. So I figured, like any good author, I'd better do some research on this particular vehicle before I wrote about it. After a bit of begging, I finally got my dad to take me for a ride in his Camaro. He opened the door and shut it for me (so I wouldn't slam it, because, let's face it, it's an older car, I would have tried to slam the door shut...) And it just lightly latched shut, like a brand new one -- go figure.

We got inside, and when I reached for the seat belt, I found myself a bit at a loss.

"There's no shoulder strap," my dad says as he fastens the lap belt. "Older cars didn't have them."

"Don't you have to modify it to have one now?" I asked, trying to sit up in the seats that made me feel like I was half-laying down.

He shook his head as he started up the car--which sounded pretty close to an airplane flying over head, the engine so loud and grumbly. "Nope. It's a classic that's been restored." He then proceeded to explain laws and seat belts in much more detail than I probably ever wanted to know as he backed the car out of the garage.

And when he pulled away, I understood why the seats made you feel like you were half-laying down--otherwise you'd have whiplash if you sat up straight.

That's the only time I've been in Dad's show car, but I'll never forget it. And I'm pretty sure there will be more classic Camaros in future books.

It was that awesome of a ride.

Excerpt of UNDER HIS NOSE with the Camaro

Roark pulled into the drive of Stephanie’s condo. Concern hit him. Her car was in the garage, but the entire place was dark. He’d expected to see lights on—her inside, getting around. Like always. Usually Stephanie was an affront to any energy-conscious person—every light on, all the time.
He wondered if she’d ditched him, and he grabbed his cell phone to make sure there weren’t any last-second texts from her.

Tapping the device, he didn’t realize he’d been holding his breath until he saw the empty inbox.

July 3, 2014

Yep, I'm neglecting my blog AGAIN.

I haven't been blogging like I usually do the last couple of months. I should say, I've been super busy, and I sort of have, but also, I think the writing of a regular blog is a discipline that I have not yet mastered.

Sure, I can make all the plans in the world about what "blog series" I'm going to write, and all these outlines of doing said series, but if it doesn't make it to the blog, it DOESN'T MAKE IT TO THE BLOG.

Yet, I still find myself struggling on what to put on my blog, as well. One of the best series I ever did was the 12 days until the release of Mission of Christmas, where I talked about holiday memories from my family.

So I guess my post today is this... What kind of posts do you like to see? What, as readers do you want to read about?

May 23, 2014

No Excuses Now

If you follow me on Facebook, I've been talking a bit about the fact that I've been painting my house.

From top to bottom.

Well mostly.

The house we bought had been a rental before we got it--and as such, the landlord had painted every wall in the house white.

Not eggshell. Not cream. CONTRACTOR WHITE. Paper white. So friggin white I wanted to scream--white. While it was very clean and appealing when I looked at the house, the more I wandered around with my white walls, the less I felt like this was my house.

May 20, 2014

JUST HIS TASTE Up for Pre-Order!


Found out today that JUST HIS TASTE, Guys and Godmothers #3 is up for pre-order!
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Even Fairy Godmothers can make the wrong call.

Guys and Godmothers, Book 3

Avalynn Fay is not a typical Fairy Godmother. She wears leather body suits, rides motorcycles, and prefers bourbon to anything fru-fru. Probably why she is assigned new charge, Jason Gregorian—a PI who drinks bourbon and loves to cook barbecue.

Jason’s a good guy. Generally decent. Even willing to pretend to be his ex-girlfriend Tessa’s date for a wedding, so she won’t be alone while her ex struts around with his latest squeeze on his arm.

Should be easy, right?

All Ava has to do is talk to him, feel him out a bit, and she’ll know exactly how to get the wheels in gear. Except when she meets Jason, suddenly no one is good enough for him. Not even Tessa, his intended Happily Ever After.

It’s enough to make a fairy godmother want a healthy shot of bourbon—right before she breaks all the rules.


Warning: Contains a fairy godmother who’s ready to spread her wings—and maybe a few other appendages—for a mortal hot enough to make her drive her motorcycle right off the road.