Since my work in progress is a romantic comedy, I’m drawing inspiration from some of the exchanges between characters in past books. I’ll share some of them in this space. Here’s a snippet from Baby, It’s You, a short and (mostly) sweet romcom on sale for just 99 cents at most sites that sell eBooks.
“What’s the verdict on my kiss?” His lips curved, supremely confident of her answer.
“It wasn’t bad,” she said breezily, “but you’re still not my type.”
His head jerked up, convinced he hadn't heard her correctly. He examined her brown eyes, but he couldn't read a thing in them.
“I said you’re still not my type.” She didn't sound anywhere near as breathless as he felt. “I’m glad we got that kiss out of the way, because that proved it.”
“Are you saying you didn't like the kiss?” he asked, even though that didn't compute. It was like putting more RAM into a computer and watching its speed decrease. He couldn't remember the last woman who had responded to him so thoroughly. Or the last woman who had affected him so deeply without half trying. “You weren't shaken?”
“Not shaken. Not stirred.”
“Not shaken? Not stirred? Not bad?” he repeated, his ego thoroughly deflated. He couldn’t stop himself from adding, “I thought it was a little better than not bad.”
“It was agreeable, but you’re no James Bond,” she said cheekily. She tossed her head, and her short hair danced around her smiling face. “Like I said, it proved what I was saying before. You’re not my type.”
I thought it would be fun to institute a recurring segment on my blog with Two Truths and a Lie. Here's the inaugural edition. The lie's revealed in the first comment.
1) I have identified a strange phenomenon I call Toe Bouncing. Practiced almost entirely by males, it seems to be an attempt to appear taller when talking to a woman of great height.
2) I once petitioned my state high school athletic association to raise the height of the uneven parallel bars. My argument was that the current dimensions discriminated against tall gymnasts who were more likely to scrape their toes on the mat.
3) I have a mixed marriage. I'm six feet tall, and my husband is five eight.
Although not all of my books are romances, they all contain romance. I’d never put the reason into words until somebody asked me the other day why I write primarily in the genre. The answer’s pretty simple:
The most important thing in life is love.
I've got a romantic-comedy novella on the eBook shelves for the holidays! Her Very Merry Mistake marks my return to writing original romantic comedies. The novella turned out so well that I’m still smiling. Lenora Patterson, the heroine of the book, isn’t quite as happy. Lenora can’t seem to convince anybody that the most maddening man she’s ever met is not the love of her life, including the maddening man himself.
Her Very Merry Mistake is just 99 cents wherever eBooks are sold. Another reason I love the book is that my talented daughter, who’s a scientist in her day job, designed the cover.
I hope the whole package puts you in a festive mood. There’s no better time than the holidays to fall in love with love.
An author has to go where the idea takes her. After more than thirty print-published book, my idea took me to a seaside carnival where nothing is at it seems. Think Invasion of the Body Snatchers minus the aliens and plus a lot of other strange stuff.
And now—drumroll please—the Dead Ringers serial is finished. Not only that, readers can get the complete collection of the paranormal mystery serial in a single boxed set for only $5.99. Since the nine volumes equal the length of a typical trilogy, I think that’s quite a deal.
The Dead Ringers serial is for young adults on up. Not sure if the serial is for you? Illusion, the first volume, is FREE at most sites that sell eBooks. And Dead Ringers: Volumes 1-3 is just 99 cents.