To the surprise of absolutely no one, Jen goes home on Big Brother. I can’t figure these people out. It’s uncomfortable watching them and I’m kinda wishing I’d left them on my TiFaux unseen. Ah well…if they could just get rid of Dick now, it might be …
Oh sure, sure, I get my power back in time to watch Top Chef and they have the nerve to send my guy Tre home. What’s up with that? Yeah, yeah, so what he was executive chef? Send Slow Onion Chopper Monk Fish Overcooker Casey home first. …
….don’t go away. We need you. But, when possible, I’d really like my DSL back, pretty please. 
Hope everyone has a good Tuesday! Don’t forget to play this week’s SHaQ Attack. Details in Monday’s post.
It’s time for this week’s SHaQ Attack contest question.
Your mission, Blog Babes, if you choose to accept it, is to name an amimal I’ve had in any of my books other than a dog. (Hey, I was going to ask you to name all the dogs I’ve had in …
So, okay, maybe this is cheating in terms of blog writing, but my first two Black Sheep series covers are in and I’m dying to share. First one is out this August, second one in January…and I have covers and back cover copy to share with you! Woot! …
Yes, it’s true. I have a problem. (Hey, I heard that!)
Animals. They’re everywhere. In my world. In my house. In my books. I didn’t do it intentionally or anything. They just sort of show up. The parrots I rescue. The …
So, this is the month where I creep one number closer to the big 5-0 (47 and counting, if anyone is keeping score.) Fortunately for me, 47 is the new, oh, 45, so I barely even feel it. Barely. This year, my publisher gave me a nice …
Okay, so I’m cheating a little today. But I’m excited about my new book coming out later this month and thought I’d lure you all in with a little excerpt. The sequel to my 2006 book, BAD BOYS IN KILTS, will be hitting the shelves on February 27th. …
I live in Virginia. It’s supposed to be winter here, but someone forgot to tell Madame Winter. There has been no snow. No skiing. No bundling up, no blustery days. Sure, that also means no salting the sidewalks or scraping the windshields, but come on, …
So I decided that I was tired of writing, staring at my own four walls (and the laundry that wasn’t magically washing itself, ditto on the dishes) but where to go… I happen to be lucky enough to live by the Potomac River with a lovely regional park about …
