I was looking for some romantic inspiration the other day and found this. Thought it was adorable, and made me smile. Hope it does the same for you. First crushes … do you remember yours?
I can’t get this link to work, so click here to see it, sorry!
I ended up blogging here and at Access Romance today. The double blogging thing seemed like the perfect excuse to put out some short (copyrighted but unedited) excerpts of my upcoming Brava release Right Here, Right Now (March ’08). The excerpt starts here and continues at Access Romance.
Check out both, comment on both blogs and you’ll be entered to win your choice of two of my previous releases.
Good Luck!
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Right Here, Right Now (continued at Access Romance)
“This isn’t working.”
There they were. To Gabrielle Pearson the phrase stood second only to “it’s not you, it’s me” as the most lame male excuse on the planet for cutting out of a date before the dessert menus hit the table.
Gabby glanced around the upscale restaurant looking for reinforcements. If anyone heard Reed Larkin’s big kiss off over the rumble of conversation and clanking of silverware, they were not letting on. No one held up a roll ready to lob it at Reed’s fat head.
A shame, really, since his over-inflated ego made it the perfect target.
“Gabby? Did you hear me?” Reed asked with his suddenly not-so-kissable mouth turned down in concern.
“I’m not deaf. I was thinking.” Thinking that a woman never had a vial of strychnine when she needed one.
He frowned. “I was-”
“It’s interesting, don’t you agree?”
He switched to squinting. “You lost me.
“Obviously.”
She lowered her fork to the white tablecloth, but not before toying with the idea of stabbing Reed smack in the center of his perfectly angled chin. One hit of the sharp prongs and no woman would ever be lured in by his inviting sexy smile again.
“I’m talking about your timing, Reed. You waited until you were done with your meal to make this announcement. You skipped the appetizer course and choked back your undercooked steak without taking a breath.”
Now she knew why.
This past weekend my chapter, New Jersey Romance Writers, had a booth at one of the local street fairs. It was a festive, if very long, day. Lots of people stopped by to find out more about romance fiction and to buy books. We got a few people who said I don’t read romance, and walked on. But a lotwanted to hear more, some avid readers and some who didn’t read romances, but ended up buying books.
But what I found amazing were the number of peole who were writing books, planning on writing, or wished they had time to write. Especially husbands and boyfriends were anxious to tell us all about their ideas.
It was pretty cool. Like finding unexpected friends at a party where you didn’t think you knew anyone.
Coupled with all the entries we received for the Brava Novella contest (Good Luck, everybody!) It made me think about the need people feel to put their ideas down on paper.
How about you? Do you write, or want to? Or is reading just as satisfying?
