Mary, as my muse, continued to bring me good luck in the world of writing. She is the ultimate in romantic inspiration, a striking redhead with style, sass, and a brilliant mind, and I look forward to writing her again. But she is not the only one of my friends to land on the pages of my books.
Looking inward to see the great gifts I’ve been given over the years helps me to reconcile some of the worry and nerves I feel over these new next steps and reminds me what really matters.
When I tell people I write romance novels, I get myriad responses. By far, the ones I find most offensive are those people who ask, Do you ever want to write real books? Yeah. I do want to write real books. That’s why I write romance novels.
Meka is the perfect example of how Twitter friends can become real-life friends! I got the chance to chat with her about the romance and intimacy between married couples, a colorful Google history and her new release, Anything Once!
It is my absolutely pleasure to sit down with Desiree Holt to talk about her new book, Hide and Seek. I got to meet Desiree in Florida at this summer's Romance Writers of America conference, and we fangirled over how amazing our shared editor, Rebecca, is. Desiree is an inspiring writer and delightful person, and I'm excited to share her work with you!
The greatest joke I ever told was when we got Houdini. He was six weeks old, a floppy white and brown mutt, the last in his litter to come up from the southern kill shelters, and unable to stand on his four, wobbly legs without going full spread starfish like Bambi on the ice.
I’ve learned a lot, both in writing, and in loving, about what it takes to stick it out. For me, at least, these are the most important elements to any relationship.
Except this storm causes a problem. The drain sewers in the street are backing up and then they are shooting out, bubbling, gurgling fountains of rainwater gushing down from the sky and up from the ground.
When it comes to titles, I am all or none. Some days, the blessed title deities generously bequeath the perfect name for my current work in progress, simply out of the kindness of their hearts. Other days, the well runs dry, the ground cracks below my feet, and I beg for the simplest drop of inspiration, but none is to be found.
It was only a matter of time before our paths would cross, but I firmly believe we would have found each other, no matter the circumstances. Mary is a friendmate, and I am lucky to call her mine.