"Can anyone spell swoon-worthy? Right, that's spelled L-u-k-e, Luke."
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Or buy the book!
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Thursday, November 21, 2013
Monday, November 11, 2013
Craigslist is for What...
Why isn't Craigslist more searchable? Bad search tool. Bad. They need a way to filter... Between ugly and not ugly,
Sunday, November 10, 2013
Things I would rather do than wash my dishes...
1. Write a novel! Check my books out today (links to the left).
2. Shameless self promotion! Seriously, check out my books.
3. Write this blog post!
4. Try to figure out what the stuff in the back of the fridge is. Red. Is red a flavor? Is it edible? Should I try it?
5. Pet the cat! Try to avoid claws, ouch.
6. Eat some of the red stuff! It's jam!
7. Make some tea. Drink some tea. Fantasize about tea!
8. Fantasize about other things. My boyfriend. My city. Cheese.
9. Look in the fridge for cheese. There's a block of parm. Wonder how it would taste with strawberry jam. Eat it.
And...
10. Talk to you! Questions, comments. If you've ever wanted to know what color shoes I wear or where to get your hair done in Chicago then ask below!
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Tuesday, November 5, 2013
Great Reviews for Leaving Las Vegas
Check out what the reviewers are saying about Leaving Las Vegas. It's a "fun and wild ride."
About the characters:
"Glory Allen is a hoot - speaks her mind, has a heart of gold, isn't afraid of what life throws at her. Luke Tanner is hot - wealthy, sexy, and a man who is used to being in charge."
Wednesday, October 30, 2013
Leaving Las Vegas Blog Tour Stop Two: Las Vegas Motels and Plotting Techniques
Check out what happened on my second blog stop when I went to the place where it all began! The Las Vegas motel where Glory and Luke meet. At first I thought I'd been lucky enough to escape my characters, but then I started hearing noises from the room next door... and don't forget to check out all the fun by following the rest of my Leaving Las Vegas blog tour!
Or head straight to the action by buying Leaving Las Vegas today!
At Amazon or Barnes & Noble!
Or head straight to the action by buying Leaving Las Vegas today!
At Amazon or Barnes & Noble!
Tuesday, October 29, 2013
Leaving Las Vegas Stop One: Straight Up Las Vegas
Check out the first stop of the Leaving Las Vegas blog tour! Read about how I started my tour--and discovered my characters were along for the ride--and don't forget to enter the raffle!
Monday, October 28, 2013
Leaving Las Vegas Excerpt
Here it is... the moment you've been waiting for... your first Leaving Las Vegas excerpt!
“You’re cheating.”
Glory Allen was keenly aware of the
long pause that followed that statement. Ice collided with glass, creating a
tinkling noise, the only sound in the cheap Las Vegas motel room. The neon
lights from the Strip a half mile away streamed through the window, making the
stacks of neatly piled hundred-dollar bills gleam blue and red. Not the neat
ceramic chips used at the fancy casinos on the Strip, but real money. Cash. And
surrounding the table sat serious poker players. Big men with square jaws and
bulges under their arms.
Normally, Glory wouldn’t give a rat’s
rump what anyone thought about her.
Normally, she wasn’t playing poker
for high stakes in a private game well off the Strip.
In Beaux, West Virginia, cheating at
poker could get a girl’s behind beat black and blue. Here in Las Vegas, she
figured they’d just shoot her. Two to the head and a quick burial in the
nearest patch of desert.
Under the table, she curled her free
hand into a fist, fingernails digging into her palms. The pain helped her to
concentrate, kept her expression still. She forced herself to keep looking
straight ahead, staring into the eyes of the man who’d accused her.
Luke. That was his name. The man with
the green eyes who’d almost made her forget what she was doing when he’d undone
the top few buttons of his shirt halfway through the night, displaying a chest
that was lean but still muscular. He wasn’t her type. A little too clean-cut.
But confident, with backbone to spare.
Confidence was drop-dead sexy in a
man.
And yet it didn’t matter how sexy Mr.
Fancy Pants was, not when so much money sat on the table. Five-card draw.
Jokers wild. Real, old-fashioned poker. And over two hundred thousand dollars,
stacked at her elbow. But she needed more. She had to keep playing.
More importantly, he had to
keep playing. Had to keep upping the ante until she’d won enough to get out and
go home.
“You got proof?” she challenged him.
When he shook his head, she said, “Losing is no excuse for bad manners.”
He clenched his jaw tight. The face
of his watch knocked against the table. His emerald eyes flashed, changing his
expression from one of contempt to something a little more testy. Not good.
She felt about as safe as a red
wriggler dangling in front of a hungry trout.
The other players leaned forward. The
man on her left drummed his fingers against the table. Mr. Grant, a Los Angeles
fi lm producer who liked to adjust his tie when he thought he was about to win.
His hand was at his throat now, undoing his crisp Windsor knot. His lips turned
up in a thin, dangerous smile. “Let’s keep the game rolling. If you’re still
in.”
Luke’s gaze swept around the table,
confirming that the others wanted to continue the play. “I’m in.” His gaze
stopped on Glory. “What about you?” His green eyes narrowed. Thin lines
radiated out from the corner of his eyes, the small imperfections making him
somehow more real. Human.
“I’m not going to fold,” she said.
She couldn’t leave now, not when she had a game to win. A bus to catch. A town
to save.
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