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Saturday, April 30, 2011


Spring Submission – Good and Not So

I didn’t take part in NaNo this past November, but I’ve heard from very trusted sources that November NaNos mean Spring Submissions. All those wonderful stories written in the throes of NaNo bliss have been beaten, squished and mashed into the state by which they are ready for submission. Are they? I don’t know. I mean, I’m not in that position to say, but it sure sounds fun.

It’s scary to send out a submission. Really scary. Why? You don’t know if that gem you’ve worked on, slaved on, is ready for anyone other than the crit partner to read. Is it something the general public will even read? Scary stuff. I’ve sent out a submission or two more than a couple times. Sometimes it’s good. Sometimes it’s not so good. The trick, I’ve learned the hard way, is to take the good with a grain of salt and to really understand why the not so good was mentioned. If you can learn from the mistakes or missteps, then you can create something really great. It’s like the seasons. There’s wonderful things just below the surface in the winter, but it takes the love and care in the spring to make it beautiful.

That’s why I like spring. At least in the midst of the scariness, there are the April showers for inspiration and the May flowers poking through the ground for natural beauty.

I thought I’d include some pictures I use for a little healthy inspiration when the flowers and the thunderstorms aren’t quite enough. You can’t lose when you’ve got pictures of handcuffs, nearly naked men, a little rope, and a little sweat.


In fact, I think my imagination has been sparked. How about you? April is ready to bust out all over. Ooh! A good name idea, too. Hmmm.

When she's not writing the stories in her head, Megan Slayer can be found luxuriating in her hot tub with her two vampire Cabana boys, Luke and Jeremy. She has the tendency to run a tad too far with her muse, so she has to hide in the head of her alter ego, but the boys don't seem to mind.

When she's not obsessing over her whip collection, she can be found picking up her kidlet from school.

Friday, April 29, 2011


I love spring. There’s nothing quite like the first crocus that peeks its head above ground, the advance guard for the rest of the emerging plants and flowers. That joy at the colors dancing gaily in the gardens no longer covered in a blanket of white snow.

As much as I enjoy planting, and my flowers and veggies, I also love to weed. Yeah, I’m weird like that. I find great satisfaction in weeding – in seeing the change between wild, untamed messiness to groomed, well-kept perfection. There’s something very zen about weeding. It’s a quiet time for me, a time to be introspective, to think about whatever crosses my mind as I select each green invader and pluck it out by its roots and add it to my compost pile.

Writing's a bit like that, too, don't you think? Not only do items you edit/weed out of your work go on the compost pile, but also ideas or characters that come to you that you don't know what to do with.I’ve written stories with characters I love, but where the plot line is weak or simply doesn’t work, at least not for them. When that happens, I pull them out by their roots and add them to the compost pile. Eventually, they become fodder for something else.

Nothing is ever wasted in nature. Weeds become dirt. Carcasses become food. Excrement becomes fertilizer. So is nothing ever wasted in writing. Every word is a journey toward a destination. Even when that word is plucked, or we “kill our babies”, or edit out crappy scenes, they feed us. We learn from our mistakes. We use our lessons to make our writing richer, better, stronger.

Weeding, like editing, is a necessary job. Try to face it with joy.

Mysti Holiday has two published stories with The Wild Rose Press, Wilder Roses and several more in progress, though still in the weeding phase. For more information, visit her website ( or blog (

Wednesday, April 27, 2011


Growing A Shakespeare Garden
By Leslie D. Soule

Originally, I was going to write about the plants of J.R.R. Tolkien’s elf-kingdom of Lothlorien, but upon finding that his flora is all invented and native to Middle-Earth, I realized that this quest was in vain. However, I’d heard about people planting “Shakespeare gardens” – which are just basically gardens filled with the plants that the Bard has mentioned in his plays.

One of the scenes that instantly comes to mind is the scene in Hamlet where Ophelia’s been driven crazy by the murder of her father Polonius. She gives us a grocery list of plants and their symbolic meanings.

“There's rosemary, that's for remembrance; pray,
love, remember: and there is pansies. that's for thoughts. There's fennel for you, and columbines: there's rue
for you; and here's some for me: we may call it
herb-grace o' Sundays: O you must wear your rue with
a difference. There's a daisy: I would give you
some violets, but they withered all when my father
died: they say he made a good end,--“
~Act IV, Scene V, Shakespeare’s Hamlet.

She mentions rosemary, fennel, and rue. Anyone who’s cooked with herbs ought to recognize rosemary and fennel. Rue stumped me though, and I had to do an internet search, which revealed that rue is “A European strong-scented perennial herb with grey-green bitter-tasting leaves.” So planting according to this passage would yield a garden that’s half filled with herbs and half filled with flowers. Shakespeare also mentions roses, in Romeo and Juliet, and in many of his sonnets.

Juliet ponders the silly fact that a mere name should keep her from her Romeo when she says, "What's in a name? That which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet."

There are many types of roses out there, and there is actually a variety of rose that has been dubbed the “William Shakespeare rose”. It is a rose with a deep, blushing pink color and an abundance of petals.

If roses are your preference, you could set aside a section of your Shakespeare garden for red and white roses, as a nod to the historical Wars of the Roses, waged for the throne of England. The houses of Lancaster and York fought a series of civil wars that lasted from 1455 to 1485. Be sure to label the red roses with a “Lancaster” marker and the white roses with a “York” marker.

I was hoping Shakespeare mentioned mint somewhere in his works, because when I create my own Shakespeare garden, I would love to have this fragrant, tasty herb as a part of it. I was delighted to discover that he does mention it in The Winter’s Tale – a play renowned for the line, “Exeunt, pursued by a bear,” – which in my humble opinion is the best example of Deus Ex Machina in all of literature.

“Here’s flowers for you; hot lavender, mints, savory, marjoram.”
~The Winter’s Tale, Act IV, Scene 4.

Although the witches of Macbeth add “root of hemlock, digged i’ the dark” to their potion, I wouldn’t recommend planting it on purpose. I volunteer at a nature center here in Sacramento, California, and we try to pull up as much hemlock as humanly possible because not only is it an invasive species and one that spreads wildly, but it is extremely poisonous. Legend has it that Socrates was made to die by drinking tea laced with hemlock.

So that should get you started with a basic Shakespeare garden. To add more plants, simply look through the Bard’s work and see what flora is mentioned and then check if it’s available in your local area. Statues, signs, and markers can be added and….Voila! You have yourself a Shakespeare garden.

Leslie Soule lives in Sacramento, California. Fallenwood is her first fantasy novel. She has received her B.A. in English from Sacramento State University and is currently working on her Master’s degree in English at National University.

Tuesday, April 26, 2011


Seasonal Tension

Spring is a wicked tease in my part of the world. Constant craving. Perpetual longing. Delayed gratification. Is it ever going to come? *giggle* Yes, it is.

Soloplay releases today.
It has to, right? Global warming aside, the seasons are part of the order of the universe. We can count on spring… eventually. Just like we can count on the pay off when we are reading an erotic romance. I don’t know about you, but I will turn the pages of a book indefinitely waiting for the hero and heroine (or hero and hero… hmm… or heroine and heroine… and hero… hmm) to hit the sheets. I love waiting. Sexual tension is great recreation.

Spring tension is different although it is every bit as exciting. Waiting for that first daffodil to bloom fills me with anticipation. I’ll put up with anything – ice, sleet, dry skin, muddy dog paws – because I know relief is on the way. The more I am tortured by the weather, the more I will revel in my ultimate release. Sound dramatic? I love it. I want it. And I like wanting it. I love opening a hot new book knowing I will soon be craving release right along with the characters. Having something to look forward to, whether on the calendar or on my Kindle, gets me through the less thrilling moments of daily life. I lived in New Orleans for two years, where there was no spring, and it drove me batty. No daffodils? No way! In a similar way, I’m never without a book to read. I’m a tension junkie, whether it is sexual or seasonal. When spring rolls through, my focus will shift to summer and the first heirloom tomatoes from the garden. Then I will anticipate fall and the crisp satisfaction of leaves crunching underfoot on the sidewalk. The snow will come, and it will be beautiful, but as the first flakes hit the ground, my craving for spring will begin again. Occasionally the pay off will disappoint, be too short, too rainy, too cold, too easy and BAM, it’s over already. But the build up is always exciting, and there’s always another book or another year on the way. Hurray!

It makes me chuckle to think about all the romantic short stories I wrote in my rather too literary creative writing classes in college. If only one of my professors had steered me toward popular fiction! On the other hand, if I had discovered my calling back then, I wouldn't have gone to culinary school, I wouldn't have met my husband, we wouldn't have had three children and I wouldn't have turned to erotic romance to get my mojo back during all this hair-raising kid raising. If you would like to chat about romance, writing or recipes, find me at or

Monday, April 25, 2011


The Best Things About Spring

By L. K. Below

Spring is my favorite season. The dastardly snows of winter melt away. Birds start to peek their heads out and sing. And best of all, it’s warm. So refreshing after months of bitter cold.

But my favorite thing about spring is lilacs.

Lilacs are my absolute favorite flower. Why? Partially because they herald the first blushes of spring. Growing up in rural Ontario, I looked forward to spring’s arrival. We had a lilac bush in front of our house (old, decrepit, and in dire need of trimming now). The lilacs would bloom only for a few weeks, but during that time I would constantly be picking the best blooms. When we had too many inside the house, I would cart them to school to give to my teachers. Lilacs are not only my favorite flowers, they also produce my favorite scent. I love that airy aroma that drifts from their small petals.

Whenever I think of spring, I think of the snow melting away from my old yard and the lilacs blooming under the warm sun.

Today, I’ve got a contest. While my newest release, Cinnamon and Spice has little to do with spring, it does feature the budding romance between Jack and Melissa.

Blurb: Jack is smart. Jack is charming. Jack is persistent.

But Melissa is dead certain that he isn't the guy for her. In a moment of weakness caused by his shiver-inducing voice, Melissa finally agrees to one date. She shows up on his doorstep determined to get it over and done with, but Jack has something different planned. With a home-cooked meal, wine, and cinnamon-scented candles, can he break down Melissa's resolve?

Can he steal her heart?

CONTEST ALERT: Do you want to win a goodie basket of cinnamon-scented products along with an e-copy of Cinnamon and Spice? Simple! Just email me at lbelow(at)lbelow(dot)net answering the following question:

What is your favorite thing about spring?

Essay answers aren’t required -- a simple one-word sentence will suffice. Contest closes on May 2nd, 2011. Open to entrants world-wide, but all entrants must be 18 or older.

Do you want more chances to win? Each scavenger hunt question answered counts for one ballot towards the prize. Check for the full itinerary. Good luck!

Bio - L. K. Below lives in Iqaluit, Canada with her supportive boyfriend and fat cat. She writes romance and speculative fiction. Under her full name, Lindsay Below, she publishes young adult fiction. Visit her blog at

Sunday, April 24, 2011


By Cassandre Dayne

     There is nothing more exciting to me than to me than the moment I see finches nibbling on my freshly filled bird containers. Their bright canary colored coats remind me that it’s in the early stages of spring. The days are longer and a touch warmer and the lovely fragrances fill the air. It’s also my favorite time to write. Being able to sit out on my deck as the light breezes waft across me while my dogs play in the freshly cut grass couldn’t be any sweeter. I create my little worlds of fantasies and imagine my characters in the most stunning locations enjoying the warmth and the beauty surrounding them.

     We are very lucky with technology in that we are able to take our laptops outside and listen to music, write, send emails, use Skype and perform all needed tasks without going indoors. That is unless you would like a frosty beverage. I am most productive outdoors for some reason and as early spring turns into summer, I spend the majority of my weekends enjoying the soft breezes and the sounds of nature. The one aspect I truly love about being a writer is the ability to take it with you anywhere.

     As I sit here gazing out my beautiful bay window, the last tiny snow has just hit Virginia, covering the ground. For some reason, I have been more productive today than usual penning four blogs and developing three story lines. 

     I also tend to garner a lot of fresh ideas for story lines in the springtime. There is something about looking at my beautiful blooming azaleas and baby pink dogwoods that give me character and story ideas. I tend to write down all my thoughts, craft a basic summary and then turn the sexiest ones into special scenes in my mind. When the birds are chirping and the sun is shining, I start thinking about saucing up the scene. What does that mean?

    I like to make sure the scenery fits the piece. Isn’t it delicious being a writer and having a wicked imagination? I love creating characters and penning ideas that seen farfetched or perhaps filled with a touch of fear. I feel very lucky as I write in several genres including paranormal, campy murder mystery and erotic romance. While being able to switch gears is tasty indeed, every story has some of the same elements from plot and character development to setting the scene and what I relish in doing is setting that kind of scene that hopefully draws you into the location and sizzles your senses.

     Whether I write about a wicked tryst in the castle-like hotel nestled on the sandy beaches of St. Maartin or in a smoky club, meant for men only, I try and set the scene, allowing the reader to see, feel and taste what is happening. Writers can do that in several ways including vivid descriptions of the studly hunk that strolled into the darkened bar, sending a hungry gaze across the room at the stunning redhead who eyed him casually. Of course being able to conceptualize the taste of a succulent treat is wonderful, but can be tricky. 

She licked a long line down the length of the French vanilla ice cream cone, capturing the single bead that trickled down to her chin as she watched the way his eyes cast a smoky gaze down the length of her body. He was telling her one thing.

     He was going to ravage her body that night.
     Granted, the concept is to show the reader his blatant desire for the woman, but didn’t you think about a creamy taste of ice cream at that moment as well? The wonderful thing about being a writer is that we don’t have to “go” to our location of choice physically. The internet is a wonderful creature, allowing us to virtually travel to any destination learning about the culture, the layout of the land, the food and even learning the dialect. I have penned many a story using the outdoors as a main backdrop and what a better way to have that passionate feeling that being outside, smelling the fresh hint of rain and the flowers as they just start to bloom.

     I try and make sure my characters enjoy every facet of their senses so you as a reader are drawn into their worlds in every way. Here is a taste of Revving Her Wild Engines and a slice of spring.

     Wind whipped around them, enveloping them, caressing Stephanie’s over sensitized skin and forcing goose bumps across her flushed neck and arms. She held David tightly and enjoyed the wild ride.
     It seemed they’d been traveling mere moments when David slowed down. Opening her eyes, Stephanie realized that only her best friend knew where she was and somehow that fueled her excitement. God, she was crazy.
     David roared down a side street and the slight hint of salty air scattered across her senses. She was amazed that he remembered how much she loved the beach. That had been only one little secret she had told him. A lush tropical location was the only place that seemed to sooth her savage beasts. She smiled as he glided down several almost deserted streets until they reached an area that had zero traffic and no buildings. David left the pavement for a barely one lane, packed dirt path. He glanced back as if wanting to make sure she was okay.
     In fascination, Stephanie appreciated her surroundings as they traveled at least a mile down the road through scattered trees that hovered in an overhead canopy. Every part of her body tingled in anticipation. She could see a clearing ahead. The crystal blue sky and golden rings of sun sent shimmering streams of light through the swaying trees.
     Gliding into the opening, David eased the bike to a stop under a bank of trees, next to a sloping knoll of grass. As he turned off the motor, he remained sitting, allowing her to take in the intense view.

   As you can see, I love the taste of the season. I hope this finds you sitting outside reading and enjoying your lovely part of the world. I’d love to hear from you anytime!

Kisses   xxx


Saturday, April 23, 2011


Spring Fantasy

The first scent of spring air and the sight of the ground peeking through melting snow stir thoughts of a hidden world that exists in fantasies.

For me spring means it's time to think about gardening, flowers and outdoor activities. It also makes me imagine stories about fantasy creatures--fairies awakening after a winter sleep, elves strolling through forests still partially stripped of leaves, and merfolk finally able to glimpse above the surface of a lake without bumping their heads on ice.

Fantasy creatures captivate me and I enjoy incorporating that passion with my love of the outdoors. When springtime comes, I can't wait to start cleaning my yard, getting ready to plant a garden and hopefully add a touch of fantasy with some new garden decorations. I love my mushroom people and playful signs that mark different arrangements in my yard. I look forward to watching seeds sprout in the pots by my window and seeing the mix of flowers outside, especially the purple ones!

Bringing a bit of fantasy indoors helps me stay patient during the early spring days when an occasional frost reminds us that winter isn't quite ready to say goodbye for another year. Some little touches that help keep the spring feeling are placing fairy windows and doors--little stickers or figurines that offer a peek into a fantasy world--throughout the house and spraying my favorite floral scents that always remind me of spring. Recently I found a pot that made a wonderful addition to my springtime fantasy collection. It's made in the shape of a pale pink root with a cheerful face and big feet with the toes painted deep pink.

What do you love about spring and what keeps you in the springtime mood even when it's a little cold outside?

What do trips around the world, endless nights of breathtaking sex, and a muscular, 6-foot 3-inch, brown-haired, blue-eyed significant other have to do with Kate Hill? Absolutely nothing, but she can dream, can't she? In reality Kate is a single vegetarian New Englander who loves writing romantic fantasies.

Currently, she might not be traveling around the world, but Kate has visited Europe and Africa and those beautiful places have been wonderful inspiration for her writing. While working at various times as a clerk, assistant karate instructor, house painter and banker, Kate dreamed of being an author. In 1996 her first short story was accepted for publication and since then she has sold over ninety short stories, novellas and novels.

When she's not working on her books, Kate enjoys reading, working out, and researching vampires and Viking history. Visit Kate online at Read an excerpt from her latest releases, Wild Woods and Inked: Rough Waters, at and .

Friday, April 22, 2011


New Beginnings

I live in Vermont where the seasons are drastic. Each one is very different from the next and I love it. I’ve spent the last few weeks anxiously waiting for the start of spring. It’s late this year. Oddly, my crocuses have bloomed next to my melting snow banks and they are reporting another snow storm on the way.  O-0

My anxiety for spring isn’t about warmer weather or less clothing to wear but for my flower gardens, my second passion in life. I could spend pages boring you with the details, so I will.

No, just kidding. But I do spend the season struggling with my desires to write or to garden.  So, last spring I created an outdoor office for writing. On my patio, by my flowers, I’ve placed a gazebo to shelter from the sun with a little table and chair. Now, I have the best of both worlds.

With this spring, I have more than just my garden to look forward to. I have a new book. The Beta will be releasing on May 16th. It’s the third book of The Vanguards series.

Three days of hell, in charge, and running out of antacids.

 As the pack’s Beta, Robert needs to watch over the Vasi werewolf pack for a few days. He hates the responsibility, but his job is to dissolve any problems while his Alpha honeymoons. Nevertheless, trouble comes to town and her name is Esther. She’s beguiling, beautiful and picks his pocket. Although Robert doesn’t trust her, he still wants to possess her.

Esther arrived in Chicago with the intention of slaying a vampire named Daedalus. While trailing her quarry, she encounters Robert who unhinges her world. He doesn’t know her trade, and she doesn’t know his connection to the vampire. Disturbed by her attraction to this unusual werewolf, she can’t decide which prey to hunt--the one who’s stolen her heart or the one who’ll fill her bank account.

Content Warning: Hot graphic werewolf sex, growing body parts, and one pissed off Nosferatu.

Excerpt  Link:

What are some of the things you look forward to?

Annie Nicholas

Thursday, April 21, 2011


A day in the life of a Tulip

As I sit here, wracking my brain about what to write about, it’s hard for me to think about spring. Huge snow banks still cover my lawn, cold winds still blowing and snow falling lightly from the pale cover of clouds in the sky. I close my eyes and try to imagine the warm sun, the budding trees, the burgeoning flowers breaking through the hard ground. But the only thing I see is white. Sigh… So I thought to myself, what do I do best? Write?

Deep beneath the cold ground, Spring awakes its birth. Tulips scattered about throughout the tunnels ache for their release. They know before they have a change to breathe air, the crocuses will break through first and tantalize the viewers to a promise of warm weather. Oh how they envied the crocuses.

It had been a long cold winter.

Tiny sprigs as they may be, the tulips fight for their survival. Some were not going to make it, those that just weren’t strong enough, others who were impatient and gave up, others who weren’t planted correctly and weren’t able to grow as they should. But she was strong, determined. She was not going to give up.

Stretching her tiny limbs, Calista whispered to her sibling. “How much longer do you think we’ll have to wait?”

“That is the tenth time you’ve asked me that this week. Do I look like aI have the inside scoop?” Ruby snorted, turning away from Calista.

She wasn’t much liked among her siblings, though Calista had no idea why. She was no different than her siblings other than being a different color. She had the same limbs, the same cup, the same fragrance. Yet they shunned her.

“My brother, Simon snuck out and he said the ground is still covered in snow.”

She turned to the tiny ant cuddling up to her bulb. “Really? How much snow?”

“It came to the knees of the humans. I think we have a long wait ahead of us still.” He scurried off and Calista sighed.

“Why are you so impatient, Cali? Spring will arrive when it’s ready.” Ruby stated with a clip in her voice.

“I’m tired of waiting. My limbs are aching to sprout and I’m starting to feel sluggish.” She didn’t want to feel this way and tried desperately to break of her gloom. Problem was, it was already the end of March and the snow should have melted faster than it was.

“Yeah, well we all feel the same but you don’t see us complaining.”

“Doesn’t it bother you that some of our sisters won’t make it through this long dreary cold season?”

“That’s the way life goes.”

“Well I’m tired of it. I’m tired of year after year, waiting to be born, watching my siblings give up and die. I’m going to make a stand.” Where had that come from?

“Sure you are, Cali.”

“Will you both keep it down. I’m trying to get some rest,” Scarlet Marvel groaned.

“I’m perfectly serious,” Calista whispered. “Why should the Crocuses get all the attention in spring.”

“Um, because they’re the first to spring into life.”

“Sssshhhh!!” Scarlet bellowed.

“Well I’m tired of it. I want to be the first for once. I want to break through and be the attention of the humans.”

“You’ll never survive.”

“I’m determined.” She would do anything to break free.

“It’s your death then.” Curling up, Ruby drifted off to sleep.

“It wouldn’t be her death. It would be her life. Digging deep within herself, Calista willed her sprouts to grow. The ache was well worth it, and little by little her limbs began to grow. She would break free of her solitude and raise her head high in glory. This was her shining moment. She pushed herself, forced her limbs to grow, forced the bud of life to break out of its shell. She would be the most beautiful of all her siblings, even if she was hated by the Crocuses. Grunting, growing, enduring the labor, the pain, Calista felt the ground give above her. She was doing it. She would feel the air in no time.

The chill began to seep into her stem but she pushed it aside and carried on her journey. Not even the hard ground above her was a deterrent. She pushed, dug, and when she finally felt the ground give, cried out as she broke through.

“You’re crazy. You’re going to die.”

She ignored her sisters and made her final journey into life. Sprouting from the ground, she tilted her head up to the warm brilliant sun above her. It felt so wonderful on her aching limbs. She breathed in the fresh air, smiling to herself as she looked around her new home. Yes there was snow, but not as much as the ant had stated. Water coated the roads and sidewalks indicating it was giving in to the heat of the rays above them.

She’d made it and now she was going to enjoy her new found life.

“Sally, Sally, come look at this.”

Calista turned her attention to the gentleman rushing toward her. A middle-aged woman soon came up beside him.

“Is that—”

“Yes it is.”

“How is this possible? The ground is still hard from the winter.”

“Must be one determined flower.”

She felt him dusting the snow that surrounded her away. “We need to keep it alive.”

“How will we be able to do that? They’re calling for light snow tonight.”

No, no more snow, Calista thought in anguish.

“I have the perfect idea.”

She saw him run off while the woman sat admiring her.

“You are a beauty. This is a sign, Oliver. Spring is coming.”

“Damn straight it is. And this will help at least out little one here.”

Calista watched as he set a tall silver stand over top of her. It had a cone like top with a funny bulb-like thing inside.

“A heat lamp?”

“Works for the chicks.”

Calista blinked as the bulb inside shone with a brilliant bright white light. It felt warm and she tilted her head to feel the heat. Now this was life.

“She’s our first.”

“And we’re going to baby her.”

Calista watched as the couple embraced while standing over her. She was loved. She had life. Oh how she wished she could tell her sisters of this wonderful gift. Grinning, Calista watched the snow around her melt, felt the ground begin to soften and suddenly realized…She was the first.

Shiela Stewart
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Wednesday, April 20, 2011


Spring is Busting out All Over!

Living on the Central Coast of California has its advantages. While the rest of the country was still buried in snow and dealing with tornadoes and hail storms, I was watching the flowers bloom. Granted, it’s been a wet spring around here, but the temps are high enough that the flowers are in bloom, the ceanothus is in bloom and our fruit trees are starting to pop!

The spring coastal California rains are nice. And spring for us isn’t generally a dirty thing. No melting snow revealing for the world to see all the stuff left out… But we do get mudslides. Sigh. One of the things I adore about this time of the year is the budding oaks. Most of my oaks are green all year round, but in spring, we get that end of branch hint of lighter green as fresh growth ventures forth.

And the spring rains make it all so very clean and bright.

I have certain flowering shrubs that never stop blooming, my climate can be so temperate. (Drawback of that is the rare frost really kicks ass on those brave budders.) I have camellias several times a year. My jasmine can gift me with a sweet scent at most anytime. Calla lilies seem to always push through the ivy and surprise me with a cream cuplike bloom.

There is always something to focus on when I’m sitting in my local Starbucks, writing. Or perched at my desk at home, near the window that looks out over the yard. Birds are always present, out hummingbird feeders constantly need filling, especially in the winter! (We have them so confused, they don’t migrate! So we better feed them!)

I walk along the paths on the bluffs overlooking Monterey Bay and see the mass of purple ceanothus. I admire the lawn daisies, I laugh at the yellow gift of sour grass flowers and shake my head at the branches breaking on the locust trees… (They bloom so early and so heavily, the spring rains often make the branches so heavy, they break.)

It’s wonderful. It’s inspirational and it’s on the bluff that I find my mind set free to write. Looking out at the water and feeling the breeze lift my hair, even if it still carries just a touch of chill with it…I open my eyes to the worlds I create and wander off to discover new adventure, new romance, new passions!

 Maureen lives along the lovely Monterey Bay and finds great inspiration in being so near the Pacific Ocean. She shares her home with Stephen, her high school sweetheart, married for over 30 years; a cat named Isabeau and a dog named Bonnie. She travels miles and miles to attend pirate festivals, renaissance fairs, scifi/fantasy conventions and writing conferences.

Visit Maureen at:

Tuesday, April 19, 2011



There’s a certain touch of romance in spring, don’t you think? Flowers bloomin’ everywhere. I don’t know about you, but to me, they spell hope and love is coming in a natural way. I don’t care if it’s tulips or daffodils or dandelions. I read somewhere that dandelions stand for faithfulness. I haven’t looked at them as weeds since. Tulips are supposed to mean perfect love. And daffodils, or narcissus, as they are also called, stand for rebirth and new beginnings. Now, if that doesn’t scream spring and new love, I don’t know what does. How about you? What do you think?

And then there’s the rain. Before romance can bloom, a little rain of loneliness must fall. Sir James Barrie once wrote "Even love unreturned has its rainbow." Doesn’t that just catch your breath? Make your heart trip at the sight of a rainbow even more? Make those little drips romantic, like romance is just waiting for the rainbow to appear?

Spring says to me “Don’t worry. Everything is gonna be all right.” The sun is gonna shine. Life is gonna look up. Cold lonely days and nights are soon gonna be over.

Even if a man doesn’t appear, new flowers make me feel “okay.” They help me get by. I might cry. I might wish things were different, or better, but I still have hope that the year is gonna pan out into something golden. I feel a certain bit of grace in existing as I am, being myself, even being alone for a time.

That grace will see me through to a new season. Call me silly, but grace brings faith that things will change for the better. Do you feel it too?

Carys Weldon is an award-winning writer, playwright, and poet. She has won over 180 writing awards including an Honorable Mention from Writer’s Digest, a CAPA nomination, a third place in an RWA contest, an Honorable Mention from Byline Magazine, and last, but not least, is an Eppie finalist. Her works have been featured in publications such as: Coming Together for the Cure, Hot Shaker of Margaritas, and Caresses Well Done. She has 22 stand alone titles.

Monday, April 18, 2011


Spring is sprung and while most folks are outside enjoying warmer weather, trees turning green, maybe some early flowers blooming – others are inside watching hockey playoffs!

I love hockey but I have to admit I’m not a faithful fan during the regular season (I’m too busy writing). But once playoff season starts I am so there! Actually, living in Canada, it’s hard to avoid since there’s a hockey game on television pretty much every night, at least in the early stages of the playoffs. Once things get down to the semi finals it slows down a little, but that’s when it gets most exciting.
Back in the eighties and early nineties, I loved to go to live NHL games although I couldn’t afford tickets very often. But our beloved Jets left Winnipeg back in 1996 when the team had financial problems. That was probably one of the saddest days in our city’s history and amazingly, I don’t think hope has ever entirely died that some day our Jets will return.
I’ve been a hockey fan since I was a little girl and watched Hockey Night in Canada with my mom and my grandma (strangely, my dad wasn’t much of a hockey fan and usually napped on the couch during games). And since I started writing romance, I’ve always wanted to write a story about a hockey player. And so I did!
Breakaway is a story about pro hockey player Jason Heller and his unlikely love interest, Remi, a school teacher who finds herself swept into a world of puck bunnies and paparazzi and hard hits into the boards.
I’m writing this post ahead of time so I have no idea what teams I’ll be watching in the playoffs when this actually goes up. As the cliché goes, the playoffs are a whole new season and it’s not always the “best” team that moves forward. I know hockey’s not as popular down in the U.S. but I hope some of you are watching with me and will maybe even check out my hockey romance!
Kelly Jamieson lives in Winnipeg, Canada and is the author of several romance novels. Her writing has been described as “emotionally complex”, “sweet and satisfying” and “blisteringly sexy”. If she can stop herself from reading or writing, she loves to cook. She has shelves of cookbooks that she reads at length. She also enjoys gardening in the summer, and in the winter she likes to read gardening magazines and seed catalogues (there might be a theme here...) She also loves shopping, especially for clothes and shoes. She loves hearing from readers, so please visit her website at or contact her at

Sunday, April 17, 2011


Spring is arriving here in Texas. The mockingbirds are building nests. The cardinals are courting their ladies. More joggers and walkers are hitting the walking trails. All in all things are perking right along. Do your thoughts turn to love in the spring or are you like me--love is always right there?

In the world of Marilu Mann, we explore love in many shapes and flavors from sensual all the way up to kinky. Do you like a little kink in your sweet or do you want more and more tension before the
ultimate explosion? If you're shy, but want to try something a little different, why not drape yourself with silk scarves the next time you are in bed waiting for your lover? Maybe they will drag them all over your skin letting you feel the soft slide of silk against your body. Maybe they will wrap them around your wrists then drag the cloth away. Maybe they will tie your hands above your head so that they can use your body for their own desire--pleasing you as well. In any event, if you set the tone and the stage, who knows where your
evening will end up?

I think a good romance encourages us to go a little deeper into our own relationships. We read how others navigate the bumps that life  throws at us. We can see how others communicate (or fail to communicate) to bring that lesson home for our own partnerships. So why not try some of the sexy positions and toys we read about? Here's to new beginnings, to silk scarves, Spring and “Escaping into the Fantasy...

Marilu Mann brings the steaminess of the Louisiana bayous to her books and she doesn't stop there. Marilu's willing to travel to the frozen tundra of Wisconsin to heat up those northern nights and melt a
little snow. She'll also circle the world to Wales, Ireland, Scotland and back just to bring you books that make you sweat.

Currently residing in Texas, Marilu is an avid armchair traveler. Her sexy shifters will set your blood to boiling in no time. Owned by one Diva Teen and various animals, Marilu keeps busy writing the novels her readers beg for.  Visit Marilu at

Saturday, April 16, 2011


Spring has sprung!

Actually, at this writing (March 10th), it’s a few days before spring officially begins, but I can’t wait. It’s still alternating between nice and sunny versus gloomy, cold and rainy here in Monterey, but I’ve had enough of the latter. I’m even looking forward to the return of daylight savings time. I know a lot of people hate it, but I hate when it gets dark so early!

Other things I love about spring: New flowers. Green grass. Easter. (And Easter candy! The siren call of Cadbury crème eggs!) Taking long walks on the beach in the early evening with the waves rolling in and the sun sinking beyond the horizon. Leaving all my windows open to let the fresh air in. Going out on my patio with my laptop to write.

It was on a sunny, quiet spring day three years ago that my first book was published. Took me 48 years to get there, and at the time it felt like reaching the summit on Everest. Now, ten books later, I realize those were just baby steps. I’m still writing, but I’m still learning, too—about writing and about life.

Because that’s what writers do. We take tiny droplets of life, dribble them onto the page and try to make sense of them. Characters spring forth from our crazy noggins and start talking. Sometimes they just won’t shut up—which explains why I’ve written three different series already! Characters, I’ve discovered, are a lot like cats. They do what they want when they want. You can’t put a leash on them.

Spring is a time for new beginnings and experiences, which explains why I like writing about first love this time of year. Everything’s so shiny and new… but that’s a subject for another post. :-)

Cat Grant's been scribbling stories since she was knee-high to a bug. She lives by the sea in beautiful Monterey, California with one persnickety feline and entirely too many books and DVDs. She's currently working on another steamy book for your reading enjoyment.

Friday, April 15, 2011


Spring Fling’s Then and Now

My two favorite things about my twenties are:

 1. Every single scandalous and wild time I’ll get to shock my grandkids with one day far, far away.
2. That they are over. Phew! How I survived all that fun, I’ll never know.

This spring break as I take my two kids home to Reno for a nice, long visit with old friends and family, I can’t help but remember what life used to be like….

Then: Lake Havasu, sweating and grinding on the dance floor. Mike the Marine’s shoulders and a face to absolutely die for. A pup tent on a sandy beach and one hell of a hangover the next day. Only one other person in the whole wide world looked at me like that. Wow.

Now: Iron-on transfers to pillowcases of photos of hugs with Boo and Moon’s cousins. The cousins are at that pre-teen age where they are fighting to tolerate little kid adoration. Barbies and Bakugan aren’t fun anymore, but the cousins try and I love them so much for it.

Then: A dance off to win the cage in the middle of the dance floor. The two hot chicks I came with and I killed it and wouldn’t let that cage go for anything. Not even for another shot.

Now: Monopoly money pretending it’s real money and my sweet little 4-year old girl putting fake dollars in her wallet which also double as her panties. Uh-oh, mama. Keep an eye on that one!

Then: The spark of hope that these impossibly green eyes might just be the ones that will love me for the rest of my life.

Now: Crystal blue eyes that fill my soul and twinkle with delight over the latest belly laugh.

Spring--and love--is in the air. Even now, after I’ve changed in my cool card for something even better. The mom card.

What is your favorite Spring memory from ‘back in the day’? Share it here for an instant win, a free ebook of the “Fiercely addictive!” (Jessica Subject, Mark of the Stars) LOVE LUST.

Thursday, April 14, 2011


Artistic Delights of Spring

I love Spring; I love everything about it including the sniffing and the sneezing. When I start having to deal with my hay fever again I rejoice. Winter is on its way out and Sprint is on its way in, huzzah!

I love how much easier it is to wake up early to write because the sun is up and it’s so much easier to get out of bed. I love the burst of colour I see with the crocuses and the daffodils, my favourite flowers of all and the trees bursting into new, green life.

Spring zings through my veins and lightens up my life so it’s unsurprising that I often set stories in the Springtime and my latest release is just one of those tales.

Artistic Sights, Heavenly Delights is the meeting of two very different people over the painting of a portrait; here’s the blurb.

He paid her to paint his portrait but he really wanted to steal her heart.

Hermione is an independent, single mother who has caught the eye of Philip Haughtington, society high-flyer and well known heart breaker.
He wants to seduce her and she is determined to resist but how long will she be able to hold out against his looks, charm and firm, commanding hand?

And that portrait is painted in the middle of a beautiful natural clearing on a spring day, here’s a snippet of the story for you to enjoy.

“Here we are.” Philip said as suddenly the mess of twigs gave way and an obvious clearing came to light.
“Wow.” Hermione took in the vast array of different greens and was awed by the majesty of nature. Across one side was a small pond, grey and green mingled reflected in the water and at the other end a host of bright bluebells shone out between the blades of vibrant grass.
“You didn’t lie, did you?” She smiled at him and he grinned back.
“This is the most beautiful place I’ve ever been.” He sighed and stared into the vast yet stark blue sky.
“It’s very well hidden away isn’t it?”
“When I found it quite by accident as a kid I just knew I should keep it quiet and as I grew up I kept the secret because if Mum and Dad knew they’d want to tame it into the formal garden and I don’t think that’s right. This place is wild and should be kept as such.”
She completely agreed with him, such a beautiful place deserved to be preserved and as she looked him in the eye she noticed a flash of acknowledgement within them. He must have read her approval in her face.
“Yes, this place would be ruined if someone tried to run a path through it or tried to prune back the bushes.” Maybe Philip wasn’t quite the stuck-up snob she’d thought he was. And maybe she shouldn’t be so hard on him.
“So I was thinking I could sit over here.” He strode over to a large fallen tree, its roots dangling uselessly in the air like a wooden waterfall.
“Fantastic.” The artist in Hermione took over as she directed him to sit on top of the large trunk. “Just sit on an angle a bit, no, no to the left a bit. That’s it, a bit further back.”
She tutted and walked forward towards him. She grabbed his long frame by his muscular shoulder and pushed him back, angling him to her requirements.
She’d forgotten how much her v-necked top exposed her cleavage if she wasn’t careful, and she hadn’t been careful. Looking at Philip’s face, she saw that he was blatantly ogling her chest.
She waited, staring at his eyes, hands on her hips.
He looked up. Caught him, she thought triumphantly.
“S…Sorry.” A blush spread across his high cheekbones but there was a sparkle in his green eyes. “I just couldn’t help myself. It looked so very inviting down there.”
Damn him. Hermione flushed and covered her bared chest with one hand before stepping back to set up her stool and to get to work.
“Don’t move an inch.” She shouted over her shoulder as she rooted through her bags and boxes for pencils and paints,when she glanced over her shoulder to check on him his gaze was fixed firmly on her arse. She’d worn the long, thick skirt as protection from this sort of thing, she’d heard rumours of his cad-like ways, but it obviously wasn’t working as even from this distance she could see the tented material in the front of his crotch. She knew she should be angry and affronted but something inside her actually felt flattered.
“You have a gorgeous arse,” he said after her attention was once again focused on her paints and brushes, “plump and juicy.”
“I beg your pardon?” Hermione snapped, “I’m not here to fulfill some seedy sexual fantasy of yours, so behave, right?” She might have been somewhat aroused by his appreciative gaze but she did not want him to know that. She had to keep this professional.Painting his portrait could be key to furthering her career. She did not want to spoil that.
“Yes, erm, Sorry,” he replied, squirming against the bark of the log, “I was just thinking aloud. I’ll shut up now.”

To find out how Hermione fairs against the handsome and lustful Philip Haughtington pick up a copy of Artistic Sights, Heavenly Delights from Total-E-Bound.
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Victoria Blisse is a Mother, Wife, Christian, Manchester United Fan and Award Winning Erotica Authoress.

She is equally at home behind a laptop or a cooker and she loves to create stories, poems, cakes and biscuits that make people happy. She was born near Manchester, England and her northern English quirkiness shows through in all of her stories.
Passion, love and laughter fill her works, just as they fill her busy life.

Wednesday, April 13, 2011


Spring on Tebow Ranch

When spring comes to Texas it is an all-out celebration.  The bluebonnets come out and the whole Hill Country comes alive with over five hundred varieties of wild flowers.  Of course, most of this is natural but we have First Lady Ladybird Johnson and actress Helen Hayes to thank for the fact that the state and many of its people take the preservation and spread of wildflowers seriously.  Austin is also a bystop on a butterfly migration route so we all plant flowers that attracts the butterflies so they will stop and pay us a visit on their journey to South America.

 At our ranch, spring is the time when many calves and colts are born.  This is a party for me.  You see, I name everybody.  If you're born on our ranch you get treated to the Sable special.  I greet you on your birthday, I kiss you till you squench your face up in protest and then I give you a name.  I'm a good namer.  With the horses, I gravitate toward the more exotic names, since we raise Arabians, Golden Palaminos and Appaloosas.  On a contest not too long ago for a book that I was giving away, I actually let my readers help me name a palamino that was born a little early.  The vote was clear and we named the little foal - Shalimar.  Now, our cattle are registered so they have to have fancy names - but I usually shorten them to something manageable and cute.  For example one fancy Longhorn's name was Whilimena Ernestine, but I called her Spot - because she was spotted.  Well, there you go.  My animals all get to know me and they learn that they can count on me for a scratch behind the ears and a treat.  So, when I go out on the ranch - the animals come out of hiding and follow me around.  The ranch hands are so jealous - they work and they work to get the animals to go where they want and do what they want and when I walk out, it's like Ellie Mae Clampett has arrived - all the critters come running and flock around me like I'm the Pied Piper of the Central Texas.  

Another great thing about spring for me is two great celebrations:  Mardi Gras in New Orleans and South by South West in Austin.  Jason and I love to party and we can be found often on two famous streets - Bourbon and Sixth Street.  Now, I know you all know about Mardi Gras and Bourbon Street and there's nothing like it - I wouldn't trade it for the world.  I love NOLA - when Katrina hit, I thought the world was ending.  But - when I'm in Texas - Austin is a wonderful, wonderful place to hang out.  Sixth Street is Austin's Bourbon.  It is full of great clubs, bars, saloons and festivals happen there year round.  The great South by South West Festival is a huge music happening that showcases up and coming bands.  You can meet musicians here and then say you knew them 'back when' when they become famous.  There is not place better for just having a good time than Austin and New Orleans.  Is it any wonder that I write erotic romances for a living - I've been raised with the philosophy that life is only worth living if you're having a good time.  SO LET THE GOOD TIMES ROLL!  Laissez les bons temps rouler.

 In the world of erotic romances, spring will bring two releases for me.  BOBBY DOES DALLAS which is a sequel to Scarlet Fever and my much awaited HER MAGIC TOUCH which is the third in the Hell Yeah! Series,  sequel to Cowboy Heat and Hot On Her Trail.  So, I wish for you a great spring - warm sunshine, cool breezes, lots of romances and NO ALLERGIES!

Come visit me at and email me anytime at

The book that I would like to promote is HOT ON HER TRAIL and here is a little excerpt that shows another little someone that will be born in the spring - Bowie Travis McCoy.  He may have his own book someday.


Jacob’s whole body trembled in her arms.  He still held her high and lifted up, and she could still feel his manhood throbbing with release deep with her.  Oh, God. Oh, God.  Oh, God. Squeezing her eyes shut, Jessie was horrified that she had blurted out her feelings.  She had just screamed her love for him.  Out loud.  Never had she intended to burden Jacob with unwanted declarations of love. 
She expected for him to put her down, but he didn’t.  Instead he strode out of the bathroom, dripping water, until he came to the bed.  Laying her down, he walked back to the bathroom and returned with two oversize bath towels.  She reached for one, but he held it out of her reach, away from her.  “Uh-uh – this is my rodeo, baby.”  Gently, he dried her off; paying special attention to her tender places.  As he did, he studied her face – his expression baffled Jessie.  If she had to put a name to it – it would be – adoration.  His eyes were warm and intense; he never took his gaze off of her.  A big smile lit up his whole face – Jessie didn’t know what to think.  After he was satisfied that they were both dry, he lay down beside her and propped his head up on one strong hand.  His big body completely overshadowed her, making her feel small, warm and protected. 
“Okay, lamb-chop.  Now, that we’re not in the throes of passion, would you care to repeat what you told me earlier?”  Jacob was so afraid that what she said had been borne more of sexual satisfaction and less of heartfelt emotion.  He held his breath, waiting to hear what the verdict would be.  Did she love him?  And what would he do if she didn’t?
Jessie groaned.  She turned her head away from him, embarrassed to look him in the face.
Jacob’s heart sank.  “You didn’t mean it, Jess?  You don’t love me?”
Jessie debated with herself.  This was an opportunity to save face.  She could tell him that it was just the sex talking, or she could own up to the greatest truth of her life.  A turmoil of emotion swept over her, but when she faced Jacob, the uncertainty on his face melted all her reservations.  “I love you,” she said simply.  His grip on her arm tightened, and something flared in his eyes.  She didn’t dare try to analyze his expression.  She didn’t want to hear his gentle letdown.  Cupping her palm over his mouth, she staunched his flow of words.  “Let me finish,” she insisted.  Unable to stay still, she was up and off the bed on the opposite side from him before he could stop her. 
“Don’t leave me.”
“I need to say this, and I can’t look at you or touch you while I say it.“ Jessie began to pace.  Realizing she was naked, she picked up the black dress off the floor and pulled it over her head.  “I love you,” she repeated herself.  “I love you more than I ever knew I was capable of loving anyone.  My life hasn’t been full of affection – my father, who truly loved me, died when I was very young.  I was a major disappointment to my mother, and not only did she never let me forget it – she withheld her affection because of it.  Circumstances of my life and my own personal failings have kept love from me – but then, the miracle of our baby and you came along and changed all that.”
Jacob was on pins and needles.  As much as he wanted to hear her say that she loved him, he didn’t want her to love him just because he might be the father of her baby.  He remembered that she had expressed that same fear – and he had dismissed her feelings as irrelevant.  Now, he knew better. 
Jessie stopped pacing and hugged herself tightly – she always did this when she felt lonely or overwhelmed.  Basically, she hugged herself because she wasn’t used to anyone else being there to do it for her.  Until Jacob.  Taking a deep breath, she faced him – but she forced herself to look over his head, she couldn’t look him in the eye.  “I love you,” she repeated.  “But I had no right to just blurt it out like that.”
He got up off the bed.  She heard him putting on his pants, the belt buckle clanked against the snaps on his blue jeans.  Was he leaving?  Had she scared him off completely?  Then, she heard him walking across the floor toward her.  Every cell of her body was in the flight mode, her feet could scarcely stay still.  Before he reached her, she turned away and let the rest of her feelings tumble out.  “I give it to you as a gift, with no strings attached and no expectations for it to be returned.”  There.  She said it. 
It was quiet in the room. 
Jessie froze.
Where was he?
Why wasn’t he saying anything?
“Jessie?” She steeled her spine.  He was right behind her.  “Turn around, baby.”  Slowly, she turned.  God.  He was on his knees at her feet.  “Jessie, sweetheart.  I love you.  I adore you.  I worship the ground that you walk on.”  He grasped both of her hands in his and he kissed each palm.  “And like you, I don’t want to be loved just for our baby’s sake.  I want to be loved for me.” 
Wrapping her arms around him, Jessie lavished him with love and kisses.  “You are loved.  For you.  I love our child.  I want our child.  But, you – you are more important to me than anything.”  She punctuated each word with a kiss. 
Laughing, Jacob finally got her settled down enough to kiss her properly.  “You have made me so happy, baby.  Will you marry me, Jess?  I know we haven’t known each other but a few days – but I know all I need to know to recognize that you’re the love of my life.  My heart recognized you from the moment I saw you in the barn – my bare-naked angel.”
“How can you say that, Jacob?”  She knelt with him.  He held her hands, weaving their fingers together.  “You do realize that compared to you, I’m a nobody.  I worked as a maid, Jacob.  I cleaned offices and bathrooms for a living.”
Softly, he placed his lips to hers.  “Hush, sweetness.  You’re perfect.  There’s one job that you do – and you do it very well.  In fact you’re the only person in the world that’s qualified to do it.”
Jessie kissed his cheek.  He was the sweetest man in the entire world.  And he was hers?  “What job is that, Jacob?”
“You make me happy,” he whispered to her.  “You’re the only person in the world that can make me perfectly, outrageously happy.”  Cuddling her up to him, he reminded her.  “I asked you a question?  Are you going to marry me, Jess?  Will you be my wife?”
Jessie placed her cheek over his heart, listening to its strong resounding beat.  His heart belonged to her.  It was a miracle.  “Yes,” she answered him.  “Yes, I’ll marry you.”

Sable Hunter writes three types of erotic romances.  She writes under two different pseudonyms.  Her hometown is New Orleans, Louisiana.  Currently, she lives in the Hill Country of Texas, near Austin.  She is married to Jason Hunter and they have thousands of cows, hundreds of horses, dozens of cats and one dog.  Oh, and they are proud parents of one precious little boy!  She loves her Kindle and at present it is full of almost 800 erotic romances.  She loves to cook, read, travel in their RV and ghost hunt.  In the spring, her home sits in a field of bluebonnets.


Tuesday, April 12, 2011


I’ve always said that spring is my favorite season (and in Canada we truly have four separate seasons!) but this year I am really looking forward to it. Winter has been particularly nasty, and old Jack Frost has broken many long-standing records. Every morning I get up and imagine what it will be like to be able to take my coffee out on the deck and watch the sun come up over the mountains. I  can’t wait to get my hands buried in the mud  of the flowerbeds and to go browse the local garden  center for geraniums and daisies, petunias and marigolds and  all the other colorful flowers that  I plant in the pots on my deck.

Spring is also Mother Nature’s season of love. The birds sing cheerfully as they pursue their mates and settle down to build their nests among the green foliage. The rabbits, and ground squirrels, bears and turtles all emerge from hibernation to renewed life. The local cats can be heard yowling late into the night in the hopes of attracting members of the opposite sex. Amazingly, that works for them. No accounting for musical taste, I suppose.

Romance is in the air, and even us sophisticated humans are not immune. Spring makes me feel happy, and ready to tackle just about anything. I write my best love scenes sitting out in the spring sunshine with my laptop propped up on my knees and my faithful little dog busy chasing butterflies and grasshoppers in the yard. With months of warmth and sunshine ahead of me, I find it easy to believe in true love and happily ever after.

Anne is a gorgeous supermodel who writes romance in her spare time while jetting around Europe with a string of boytoys in tow.
Hmmm… no one is going to believe that. How about this?
Anne is an undercover agent for a super secret government agency, and when not saving the world for democracy and all the good people, she writes romance one-handed on a special mini computer designed just for her by a mad scientist.
Yeah, that sounds way better. So, ignore the people who tell you she’s just an ordinary person with an extraordinary imagination. They’re just jealous because she gets to play with James Bond and vacation in exotic locations.
When she's not busy saving the world or writing the next great novel, she likes to kayak, hike, ride motorcycles, swim, skate, practice karate, play her guitar, sing, and of course, read.
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