Wednesday, December 24, 2014
Wednesday, November 26, 2014
Amanda Marie, busy mom, my editor and fabulous writer, is SUPER excited to announce that her book, Scandalous Endeavors is set for release on December 12th!!!! I am personally so excited for her!
There is nothing in the world like seeing your name on the cover of a book you put your heart and soul into writing. Maybe a wedding day or the birth of a child is comparable, but it's a close race. I cannot wait to pick up a copy and dive into this period story of romance and destiny, duty and honor...
Tuesday, November 18, 2014
Tuesday, October 28, 2014
Figure them out and enter to win
Read on below and let the games begin.
Buy the book and give it a read
Snap the Photos for me to see.
A fun coffee mug with a hot new design
Grab you camera and win that prize.
Send me your photos along with your name
and be entered to win this fun photo game.
Your prize will come by US post
In the event of tie, it's whose pics I like most!
Be creative and have some fun,
then watch your email to see if you've won!
1. It has 4 wheels but not a car
Dylan's mobile bedroom under the stars.
2. Dylan's little bro plays America's game,
the hill where he stands that brought him fame.
3. Mable's cabin is without one of these
Clean up in the lake, no bubbles please.
4. Caked in mud, he couldn't believe
Becca paid $400 for a pair of these.
5. He bought this real quick after reading a sign,
six numbers he picked--one through thirty nine
6. He once wore this badge, his vow so true
Dylan was a man in black not a boy in blue.
7. Held in a bar was this mile-marker event
to drink 'til he babbled was not his intent.
8. Mable bought one big and antique-aged old
It came from Detroit's finest when this blue one was sold.
9. One chased Becca around on her first day
the honking just meant it wanted to play.
10. No facebook or twitter no signal at all
this couldn't be used to make a call.
11. Spell it out this famous first line
Andersen, Grimm and Disney use it all the time.
12. Based on these the town was designed
buildings of shape and names on street signs.
13. Grandma made this very special potion
like viagara or cialis, but not pills or lotion.
14. Not a summer place, it's where Dylan's from
a Lonestar flag, a blazing hot summer sun.
15. The singer whose song he hummer in her ear
as they danced at a party with his family all near.
16. This religious statue of an "enlightened" faith
Lily gave Ala this man of faith's name.
17. This last one's your call, yes, you get to decide
the actors to play them in pictures in your mind.
Sunday, October 19, 2014
I recently read a tweet from an agent which said that authors should think of their query as a movie trailer. ..
Immediately I heard that voice over guy saying ... "From the creator of For the Love of Geese and Reading His Mind comes a story of. .." and then I thought why not???
I'm gonna give it a go. Stay tuned for the rest and the results. One fun query. One cp review. One result.
Friday, August 29, 2014
SBLT: Rachel Green
BECCA: Oh, girl. What the heck was wrong with Joey? Unlike Ross, Joey has never been married, he's hawt enough to melt steel, loyal like a puppy and he's a soap actor. But hey. Ross likes dinosaurs so that must mean he's perfect, right?
SBLT: Ann Bolyn
BECCA: Run. Run Fast! This guy's wack-o-meter is bouncing up like Forrest Gump's ping pong ball and some damn fool gave old Henry the power of the ax. A turtle neck just doesn't cover that kind of hurtin'. Again, my advice is run, girl, run.
BECCA: If you wanted a guy with money, check Wall Street, baby, not a get-away-car.
BECCA: Okay, so Lancelot was a hottie, but his baggage won't fit in the overhead compartment. He's a wanderer. And yes, he was knighted and, in thanks, he turned around and stole you from the king thereby destroying the most magical non-alien realm in history. Clearly not thinking with his northerly brain and therefore, no one you want to bring home to Mom. Kick him to the curb, beg your king for forgiveness and restore Camelot.
SBLT: Yoko Ono
Becca: Sometimes a guy just needs some space to hang with his pals. Join a knitting group or a book club. Leave the music to the Fab Four. Otherwise, you're gonna end up hated internationally.
SBLT: Elizabeth of York
BECCA: Did you really think a guy who picked you up on the side of the road was going to be faithful? Seriously, did diseases not exist in medieval England? Get to the doc and get some antibiotics, baby, because he didn’t seem all that choosy in his friends with benefits.
Becca: Seriously. Was he the only boy in Verona? Join a club. Find some friends and, for the love of God, ditch the nurse.
BECCA: I have two words—hair extensions. Find someone to sew those bad boys in then put yourself out there and find a grown up with a real name. Can you imagine, in a moment of passion, screaming, “Oh, Chachi!” Every Chihuahua in ten states will be knocking at your door.
BECCA: Get your hearing aid checked, sister, because if the media was calling my husband “slick Willy” I wouldn’t think it was because he was oiling himself up for a few hours on the beach, okay? The media has better spies than the CIA and they aren’t afraid of using them. Pay attention.
BECCA: Don’t put off till tomorrow the butt you can kick today. He doesn’t give a damn. Woo-hoo. Put a boot in his hiney and slam the door behind him. All those hot soldiers running around and he doesn’t give a damn? Put a little lip lock on one of those Yankee boys and see how his pistol fires. Just saying.
BECCA: I can definitely get with the program of picking a hottie over a 5 star hotel, but I have to draw the line at living in a tree house in the jungle. Sure you can bring a bottle of OFF and take care of those flying insects for about a month maybe, but after that, there isn’t a WalMart just down the beaten path. The lions, not your friend. To them you are a luscious dinner. Walk away.
SBLT: Queen Victoria
BECCA: In all the land, on all the island, you couldn’t pick a hot young stud you weren’t related to? All that royal inbreeding is responsible for the pointy eared children of your future generations.
BECCA: Eight marriages? Does till death do us part mean nothing anymore? Find yourself a nice Farmboy and settle down. It worked for me.
Dylan: Stop getting married.
DYLAN: Two words – Leather Tuscadero.
SBLT: HENRY VIII
Dylan: You keep cutting off their heads, you’re gonna get a reputation that makes it hard to pick up women.
Dylan: Bank robbery is not a job with a secure future. Rethink it. Maybe try college, get a career.
Dylan: Bros before, well, you know.
Dylan: you keep letting your woman rule your world, you’re gonna lose your man card pretty quick. Let it be, pal.
DYLAN: Quickest way to lose your woman is to tell her you don’t give a damn. Check out the Dating for Dummies series.
Dylan: Buy a suit. Girls really get into a guy in a suit. And stop talking to the animals like they are your best friends. People are starting to talk a little.
DYLAN: At least offer to pay the girl’s cleaning bill. And FYI, that isn’t how you smoke a cigar.
SBLT: Edward IV
DYLAN: Seal the tower. Blockade it so no one can use it and stop trusting people. You killed to get the crown. Others will, too. And FYI, your wife might be part witch and could make some stuff start falling off. Think about it.
DYLAN: Find a malt shop. Make some memories. Everything in life does not have to end in tragedy.
Monday, August 25, 2014
BONUS SCENE... SPOILER ALERT.
Dylan fought a Volkswagon for the last spot in the parking lot. "You could be a nice guy and let them park in the back of the truck bed." He'd washed the truck again and I looked around feeling over dressed in one of Grandma's custom dresses with a pair of 5 inch Loubitins shielding my toes. I'd expected our first date as a couple to be at a nice romantic restaurant shaped like a fork, but instead, we were in a parking lot at the edge of the woods.
He held my boots which had somehow lost all traces of the work I'd done mucking out the stalls that morning. "Put these on." He set them on the seat beside me.
"They clash with my dress." Well, they did.
"Suit yourself, princess, but it's a little hike to where we're headed and those"-he pointed to my feet-"are definitely not gonna work."
I snatched the boots off the bench seat and shot him a stink-eye. "Wow, you bring me to all the best places, farmboy."
He grinned his I'm-lovable-don't-be-mad-at-me grin and leaned over to plant a soft kiss on my cheek while I wrestled with the laces. "I promise, you won't be sorry."
"Okay, but if one person laughs at the way I'm dressed, you're gonna be digging a stiletto out of your colon."
A moment later, he helped me down out his truck and took my hand in his - the one not holding a blanket and picnic basket. It was a leisurely stroll underneath a canopy of trees. Tiny slivers of moonlight escaped through the branches while crickets chirped and wild animals rustled leaves all around us. The night, maybe because it was our first real date, felt magical and suddenly, I didn't care where I was or what I was wearing. All that mattered was I walked beside Dylan.
We reached a clearing, or what would have been a clearing had it not been so packed with Storybook Lake townsfolk. Benches made of fallen trees sat in lines providing seating for the two hundred or so couples, parents with kids, and senior citizens who had all come out to be assaulted by mosquitoes and other small flying insects for God knew what reason.
Dylan spread one of the two blankets out onto the ground then motioned for me to sit. With the grace of a cheetah, he lowered his body next to mine and wrapped the second blanket around us, cocooning us together. With the only hand he had free, he flipped the basket open and extracted a bottle of sparkling cider and two wine glasses.
As he poured an old man all but pole vaulted onto the makeshift stage.
"Who is that guy?" I had a vague sense of deja vu.
"He's Nicodemus, a traveling storyteller. Why?"
"I feel like I know him."
The rest of Dylan's words were swallowed up by the little man on the stage. He was very small, with a long staff and a beard that even Bic wouldn't have been able to get through. “Circle in, ye lads and lasses,” he began. “I be a traveling bard. For a coin, I’ll share a tale.” I just had to love a guy who wasn't afraid to dress like one of Snow White's little friends. When the troll's hat made its way to us, Dylan dropped in a few bills and then passed it on.
It wasn't until the hat had gone full circle that the little old man began. "Once upon a time..." I lost myself in his words, the retelling of a tale I'd heard before, but never with such verve and majesty. When he was finished, the crowd erupted into applause, begging for more, wishing for a way to remain spun in the story he told.
I looked over at Dylan whose self-satisfied smile lit up his face. "Okay. You win. This was better than dinner or a movie."
He turned his body to face mine. "Becca, I brought you here because I wanted you to believe in fairy tales and happily ever after, because I do and you're mine, my happily ever after." His kiss was soft and gentle, just enough to let me know it happened.
Yep. This was the best first date in the history of first dates.
Sunday, August 24, 2014
Welcome Wagon Interview Part 2
WW: How did you meet Becca?
Friday, August 22, 2014
Becca: The theme to the cartoon Go Speedracer
Becca: Little Less Conversation – Elvis
Becca: Don’t Go Away Mad (Just go away) by Motley Crue.
Becca: The Notebook. I want to be with someone through everything no matter what and I wouldn’t want to live without them.
Becca: The friends I’ve made and Friday night stories in the woods with Nicodemus.
WW: Describe Dylan’s personality with one word.
Becca: My shoes, my grandma’s fried chicken recipe since it’s cooked over an open fire, and Dylan.
Becca: Shoes, time alone with Dylan on that desert island and ice cream that wouldn’t make me fat.
Thursday, August 21, 2014
Any star of Jackass