Most days, I’m zipping around the interwebs, writing, and generally getting a lot of things done. Then MONDAY happened and I’m so far off my routine, I find myself looking at the clock at 4 p.m. and asking, “What am I doing?”
After a coffee break with my favorite “trust the process” mug, I think I realize what I’ve been doing.
Only, to the naked eye one may think I’m simply scouting the internet for pretty tracking forms and planner inserts. Or talking on Twitter about how I had to call my bank re: fraudulent charges to my account because some thief/thieves decided to rake money out of my account. THANKS, JERKS, for that lost hour + of my life. (The thieves, not the bank–the bank was lovely about it.) I also attempted to make my own Blog planning form to no avail.
I guess I should get some words down, yes? I mean, words other than the ones in this blog. You guys don’t want any more books SOON do you? Wait…do you? I hope so…
Okay, I’m ON IT. ALL OVER IT.
…right after I tweak this form one final time.
So if you haven’t heard today, the RITA finalists were announced! RITAs are kind of like the Oscars for writers. We send in our books, cross our fingers, and on announcement day, spend the day biting our nails to the quicks.
Even if we *know that we know that we know* we will not be nominated (because the competition is STEEP!), we all still hope.
I did enter The Millionaire Affair, because it was the only release out in 2014, and I just had to throw Landon’s name in the hat. Landon and I did not get a nom, but I still love him!
And so do a lot of others.
Now for another bit of news…
I was minding my own beeswax when my author friend Lauren Layne, sent me a text that blew both our little author minds.
See there?! Her book cover/sales announcement followed by mine!
Click HERE to read all about it!
Smart Bitches did a feature on OUR BOOKS. We were very excited. (Are, since I am currently writing this in a state of excitement!)
Sometimes, despite the fact you don’t get a nom for the RITAs–*pats Landon’s very finely manicured hand*–God smiles upon you and gives you something just as fun. Smart Bitches Trashy Books has long been a blog I followed. To make the site, and with a sale price, is just too, too fantastic.
You win some, you lose some. And sometimes, they both happen on the same day.
Today is the day!
Exclusive excerpt from Rescuing the Bad Boy!
…only on USA Today’s HEA Blog!
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A nightmare. I’m having a nightmare.
But she wasn’t. If this were a nightmare, she’d be naked.
Unfortunately, the naked part had been very real. Like this moment was very real. Which meant Donny Pate was standing in her shop. For real.
He’d aged well.
Too well, she thought with a frown.
To read more, go>>> HERE!
Today, I will tease you with a graphic for Rescuing the Bad Boy, and tomorrow, I will deliver…
An exclusive excerpt which will appear on a to-be-named website!
Isn’t that exciting???
Okay, here’s the graphic:
Btw, lucky newsletter subscribers received that graphic two weeks ago, and also were entered to win a drawing for a sooper sekrit prize! I’m drawing a winner for said prize on March 31, so even if you sign up TODAY, you’re in! Good luck!
What are a writer’s tools of the trade?
A computer, obviously, and a healthy imagination. And here are a few more:
1. A place to keep all your thoughts…
Whether it is a manila folder holding all your random thoughts, post-its, and photo inspiration, or a spiral bound planner, have a place to keep your thoughts so you aren’t trying to remember them all. I start a folder for every book and when I have a random flash of inspiration, write it down and drop it into the folder. Never lose another idea.
2. Baby Name Books…
3. The Emotion Thesaurus…
This guy helps with that pesky “show don’t tell” advice we are all plagued by.
4. Romance Novels…
Writers read, so if you’re gonna write, you gotta read! Here are just a few from my personal collection.
5. A Pen (or three)…
I’ve developed an affinity for Dr. Grip’s Center of Gravity refillable pens. There are four or five scattered around the house so I’m never without one.
I have an entire section dedicated to authors who dream of being published like I did. There you can find links to my blog when I was struggling through the slush pile as well as recommended reads.
A little look back…
I came across these pictures while digging through my digital photos. The first pic is of my hound/terrier mix, Bailey, who passed March 25, 2014. I can’t believe she’s been gone almost a year!
I’ve been head down working my tush off today and just surfaced to find people saying things about me on Twitter.
Really nice things, as it turned out. Bringing Home the Bad Boy was nominated for a February 2015 Seal of Excellence!
Here’s how the site describes the award:
Each month the RT editors select one book that is not only compelling, but pushes the boundaries of genre fiction. This book stands out from all the others reviewed that month, in the magazine issue and on the website.
Here is the incredible write-up they gave Evan’s book:
“The trope of falling for your deceased best friend’s spouse can be a delicate one, but Jessica Lemmon pulls it off and then some. Charlie and Evan have both lost so much, and it’s their mutual grief that brings them together. While loss is a central theme to the story, it doesn’t drive the plot, which is instead moved forward by a cast of well-rounded characters. There’s never any question of how much Evan loved his wife, and Charlie is patient and caring in helping him move on. Bringing Home the Bad Boy is the perfect read for anyone looking for a small town romance that digs a little deeper. And who can resist a sexy single father?” — Elisa Verna
Now, even though I didn’t win (that award went to a book called The Companion Contract, see more at RT’s blog: HERE), I can honestly say it truly is an honor to be nominated!
Wow, who knew that sentiment was actually true?
Now if you haven’t already, go forth and get ye a copy of Evan’s book and see what all the fuss is about.
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She silently conceded control and he took it, sliding his tongue along her lips, begging for entrance.
One taste. Just one taste…
Read where it all began…
Connor McClain, in all his Christmassy, snowy glory. How gorgeous is that chest? And a black leather jacket, too?
‘Tis the Season to Be Naughty
Connor McClain knows what he wants. And after four harrowing years in Afghanistan, that’s a quiet life in the lakeside town of Evergreen Cove. But coming home has land mines of its own-the most dangerous of them being long-legged bombshell Faith Garrett. Now getting her into his arms this holiday is going to require more than mistletoe . . .
With a cheating ex behind her, all Faith wants is a relaxing holiday free from man drama. And even though every moment with gorgeous Connor is a sweet temptation, Faith is determined not to give in. But Jack Frost has other plans, and soon Faith and Connor are snowbound in a winter wonderland with only the sparks flying between them to keep them warm. As one hot kiss leads to another, they’ll have to decide if they’re ready to give each other the best gift of all-love.
What do you think?
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