Tuesday, May 30, 2006

Leaving Mama

Leaving Mama by Bobbie Cole
ISBN: 1-59998-032-0
Length: Novel
Price: $5.50
Genre: Mainstream/Women's Fiction
Date: May 30th, 2006
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Sometimes the only way to find your way home is to leave.

Smoking weed while perched on top of her grandmother's coffin in the middle of a downpour was not how Jillian had seen the trip from Oklahoma to Minnesota as happening. With flights canceled and the airline employees striking, she had no choice but to improvise and use her rock band's hearse. And when Gran exits the hearse after the tires skid on a rain slick highway and the back door flies open, Jillian decides to make the best of the moment.

Things only get worse when they arrive in Minnesota and her oldest sister, Shari, has a stroke at the memorial service. Toss in the fact that their grandmother had led two lives—there was a whole other family they'd known nothing about waiting for them in Minnesota—and life suddenly becomes more complicated.


You might also know Bobbie Cole as Lyn Cash

Monday, May 29, 2006

Little Bird...lost

I think today was the worst one ever. I took our bird Sunny out to our deck so she could chirp with the other birds, something she loves. I came back into the house to work on the laptop--which is up and running and so is Norton and some spyware stuff and the other computer is half done. I saved my favorites and my addresses, so I should be good to go. =)

So, birdie is on the deck, I'm in my daughter's room and we hear this crash. Everyone in the house converges and we all look at each other, like what was that? The bird cage!

We go running outside to see the cage on the deck and it's disassembled. Bird seed is everywhere and there's no bird. My oldest sees her about five minutes later in the yard behind ours. She is hopping on the ground near another fence. He grabs a hat and is quietly going to get her. All is not lost. There's hope. Out of no where comes the culprit. A stray black and white cat from hell lunges at Sunny and it has our bird in its mouth. My daughter and I are screaming, so the oldest kicks the cat and it lets go of Sunny. She flies to the other neighbor's porch roof.

My daughter is hysterical and I'm not far from it. Oldest son approaches the neighbor's, explains where our bird is and can he please go in, with the hat, open their window and get our bird. "Absolutely not. No one is coming in or going on our roof." I'm trying my best to stay as calm as possible without barging in. He comes out when he sees me and he says his roof is bad. Fine, I say. She's right by the window, I tell him. He sees where she is, is now okay with oldest going in to get her when his dumbass wife opens the window and two of her kitties are right there. Sunny flies off again and we haven't seen her since.

I feel like the world's worst mother. I put her out on the deck. I can't bring back yet another bird that we fell in love with. I've cried with my kids off and on today. I've searched for her and nothing. I've prayed a lot. There are a lot of odds against her. She's bright yellow. There's an abundance of stray cats around us and there are falcons and hawks. It doesn't look good.

I have her cage on the porch, open with her favorite honey stick in it. I've told people. At this point, it's up to her and God if she comes back to us. Keep us in your thoughts.

Catch Up...sorta

Thank you to all of you who've come over and commented on either my book, my daughter or both. We both really appreciate it.

We've had family in from Alabama. Growing up and having all three of my uncles in the Air Force always made their visits special. I haven't seen my Uncle Bob in about three or four years. He brought with him his fiance' and she seems really nice.I liked visiting with her and talking to her. I asked him one question. "are you happy?" he said, yes very. That was all that mattered. Besides, he doesn't interfere in my life, so I'm not going to in his. =)

His son, my cousin ended up here. He drove down from Boston and is driving back up there tomorrow. He and I were extremely close--depsite living in different states. When they lived in Ohio, our families would travel back and forth. Then, when they moved, that stopped and we kinda fell out of touch. We had an exceptional good visit with a whole lot of laughs and then, of course I handed him my laptop. Long story short and alot of cursing and mumbling on his part, I am reinstalling windows on my POS laptop. The good news, he showed me how to network the lap and the desk top. So, I was able to move everything to here, effortlessly. The bad news--the noise I heard wasn't the actual hard drive but the mechanics that make it work. In other words, there is a new laptop in my future. =)

I cried when my cousin left our home this evening. He promised to stay in touch and the sucker added me to his msn, so now he's forced to deal with me--lmao.

I had fifteen people at my house today and I still have enough food to feed an Army. I'm beat and reinstalling is the last thing I want to be doing, but alas here I am. Although the majority of it is going to have to be done tomorrow. And, did I mention my kids have screwed up the desktop as well...that's next to get rehauled and then I doubt I'll let them touch this.

I hope you enjoy whatever festivities you're going to do today--for those of you not in the states--Happy Monday.

Thursday, May 25, 2006

President's Award for Educational Excellence

Tonight, my daughter received the President's Award for Educational Excellence. She was one of nineteen and I am so proud of her. She had her fifth grade graduation banquet tonight. I'm still smiling. Her principal said that this is a very prestigous award and one that is hard to attain. She got a pin with the Presedential seal and her award is signed by George W. Bush. And they explained that he hand-signed these. =)


Wednesday, May 24, 2006

Special Thanks

I just wanted to take a moment and thank each and every one of you who either imed, emailed, came to novelspotters, bought my book, won my book, posted something in my blog, made your IM name pretty--as in "Buy Rae's Book" or talked about me on your blog and just all around made the first day of my first book--launch such a wonderful and memorable experience. ( I can see my editor cringing at that sentence. ) But seriously, each and every one of you ROCK! So thank you!

In the dedication, I actually needed about five pages or more to thank a ton of you. But, people aren't paying to read a dedication and this isn't the inside of a CD jacket. I plan on having a lot more books out in the future, but I also wanted to take a moment and thank some extremely important people who have held my hand, the bucket, given me a shoulder and just been there for me when I needed them--which is a lot.

To my 'sassy' Stace. You have read just about everything I've ever written. To the long, drawn-out notes, to the silly ones, to the false starts and finally to THE ENDS. You never lost faith in me, even when I did. Our past has fueled and sparked my creativity in more ways than one.

To JoJo: You will always be the little sister that I never had. You're growing into such a beautiful and mature woman. You've also given me fodder for books, been there when I needed you and you have the best music collection and know exactly the right songs to fit the scene or mood I need. Without you, the titles to my first three books wouldn't have even sprung to mind.

To Heather L & Jayne: Thank you for taking a young, unruly wanna-be and turning her into a gonna-bee and eventually into a beez-kneez. You two were the very first people to greet me when I stumbled upon the 'boards' and thought I knew it all. Without your guidance, faith and ability to shine the rusted parts, I may still be aimlessly wandering around thinking I knew it all.

To Kate Walker, Patricia McLinn, Lori Wilde, Holly Jacobs, Tori Carrington, Cathie Linz, Valerie Parv, Maggie Shayne, Karen Templeton, Erica Orloff, Cathy Yardley, Mia Zachary and countless others for sharing your wisdom, your faith and most importantly your friendship.

To the beez. Keep buzzing in the hive and making honey.

To FY. You're my soul-sisters and I heart you all.

To The Belfry Collective. You're the very best and supportive friends/sisters/critique partners on the web and I am blessed to be part of such a great group of talented, creative and hilarious women.

Shannon Stacey, thank you from my heart for giving me the push I needed. Without you, I would still be wandering around.

Danica, I am so glad that you found what you needed too. There is no doubt in my mind that if you write it, you will sell it. You were born for greater things and you just need to trust yourself a little bit more and listen to HIM.

Steph, you've been a blessing and a leaning post. You helped me so much with this book, I can't even begin to thank you enough. Your day is coming, my friend. =)

( Some of you are in the actual book dedication, but if I forgot anyone, you can beat me later )

Tuesday, May 23, 2006

Release Day

A man who thought he had life figured out…just met a woman who proved him wrong! Kindergarten teacher Grace Adams wants to turn over a new leaf. She’s hoping a new school and a new apartment will de-magnetize the loser magnet she seems to possess. According to a student’s mother, she’s cursed. All it would take is a simple ceremony, some friends and a teeny-tiny bonfire in a coffee can to shake it…

Within a few moments her apartment is engulfed in smoke, her fire alarm is blaring, and she can’t stop laughing because she really should have known better. The next thing she knows someone is busting through her door to “save the day”.

That someone is firefighter Eddie Mancilla. He has one thing on his mind—fire chief. It’s been a family tradition for generations. He’s not about to jeopardize it for his former high-school crush. Eddie doesn’t believe in curses or have time to rekindle a relationship with Grace. But as the reunion combusts, Eddie has to douse a lot more than structure fires, now he has to quench the fire he has blazing for Grace.

Once they unite it’s going to be a four-alarm situation. Grace is under his skin and unfortunately her bad luck seems to have spread…. to him!

You can buy your copy here. I'm also going to have a contest. I just have to figure out what I'm going to do. '-) Right now, I feel shell-shocked.


Dee Tenorio has graciously offered to share her spot on novelspotters with me today at 3pm est. Both of us will be giving away copies of our books and would love the participation so it isn't the two of us talking to each other the full hour. Not that we haven't ever done this before. *gg*

Hope to see you there!

Monday, May 22, 2006

My very first review

If I could, I would kiss Belle Rouge. Why? She's the awesome reviewer who had this to say about "The Last Thing I Expected".

THE LAST THING I EXPECTED is deliciously fun. Sparkling with humor and sizzling with passion this tale is one that will keep you spellbound from beginning to end. Heather Rae Scott has penned a divine romantic comedy, the first in what promises to be a great new series. With true-to-life characters and the right mix of passion and romance, readers are sure to be charmed.

*insert me squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeing*

Friday, May 19, 2006

Birthdays & Pretty things

Spent most of today in the waiting area of "short stay" while my mother had a myliogram. To say it was hell would be an understatement. I won't bore you with the boring details--really, I won't.

My oldest turned 14 today. My friend, who got him after school called me on the way home from the hospital to tell me, "BJ is having a Happy Barf-day" When I didn't say anything, she told me he'd just thrown up. *insert loud sighing* We had plans to take him to dinner this evening, which he told me when I got home that he was now fine and blamed it on the cafeteria at school. So, off we went to a place called "Fire Mountain". A buffet place. The young one refused to eat. His reasoning? He was sick. I think it was simply in his head. You see, the last buffet joint we went too, he tossed his mandarin oranges all over the table. Different place, different atmosphere, but the kid refused to eat. BJ, well...he didn't eat so much either, but they did clap some rendition of Happy Birthday to him.

While in the bathroom, the bright lights shown my worst fear coming true. I have gray hairs coming in droves on the top of my head. *insert more sighing* I, of course blamed the three children sitting at the table and that man who lives with me. It's all their fault.

But, if anyone fears that my head is going to grow rather large because of becoming an author, be rest assured that the four creatures I live with will most definitely keep me grounded. =)

I want to thank ALL of you who are coming in here and saying that you can't wait for my book. It's gorgeous. I love the scene breaks. LOVE them. You'll have to wait and see what they are, but Samhain truly is "all about the story". I truly couldn't ask for more.

I'm still trying to think of a contest or two to have.

In the meantime, I have to thank Dee for making me the most gorgeous button. I LOVE the way it looks like the heroine, Grace is looking at Eddie. LOVE it.

More book stuff tomorrow...

Thursday, May 18, 2006

Six Days


In six days, "The Last Thing I Expected" will be available from Samhain Publishing. If you haven't checked out My Bookstore and More I encourage you to check it out. It's totally redone and there are a ton of neat things on there aside from some awesome books. I'm trying to come up with a really cool contest and trying to muster the courage to send my baby to reviewers now that I have my e-book copies.

So, any ideas for a contest? *gg*

Wednesday, May 17, 2006

Color Me...Pink

Okay, so before I share an embarrassing moment with you, let me tell you that I pick Taylor and Kat to go to the final two. Nothing against Elliot, because I think he's grown so much, but he didn't show me too much this evening. You can throw stuff at me if you want, but that is who I hope gets to the final two.

So, I was reminded that since a lot of the authors were at RT this week, that we could play on Jaci's Group. So, I had people interested in my story thanks to Mel. She had something to the effect of tell us more about "The Last Thing I Wanted". Okay, so, I post the blurb and the teaser I gave y'all in here yesterday. Without even thinking about the title. Or the title in my new signature. "The Last Thing I Wanted" available May 23rd from Samhain Publishing.

My editor ims me and brings it to my attention that while my blurb and excerpt are for the up and coming book--the title is for it's sequel.

*insert me holding an "L" on my forehead.*

I'm excited about all of my books, but jeesh! I'm so embarrassed. Even though, I somehow managed to plug both books. Is there a lesson in there? Yes, proofread even your signature line!

I blame it on Tory. She's completely taken over my brain. Why? She's severely irritated with me. She wants more sex with Gabe and since I've torn them apart to rewrite them, she isn't happy with me at all. She wants me to skip all the plot layering and get to the good stuff. She's tired of Grace. She wants hers. So, anyway she can get it, she sneaks in there.

That's my story and I'm stickin' to it. Have an embarrassing story to tell?

Tuesday, May 16, 2006

Tuesday Teaser

Her plan was to come over here, apologize and leave. Meeting his mother and getting invited to dinner was so not in the plan. Why had she so eagerly accepted the invitation, despite Eddie’s obvious reluctance? If she kept this up, Eddie was definitely going to hate her. “Look, I don’t have to go on Sunday. I can make up some sort of excuse,” she offered, still not daring to turn and face him.
“My mother’s too smart for that.”
“You could tell her I stood you up.”
Eddie laughed. “She knows better than that, too.”
“I’m sorry.” Grace dared to turn around, and to her surprise, Eddie was smiling warmly at her.
He shook his head. “You know, that’s the fifth time I’ve heard you apologize for something you didn’t do.”
The light in his eyes changed and, for a moment, she wished she knew what he was thinking. Then again, maybe she didn’t want to know…or maybe she did.
She had to be honest with herself. Just before she fell asleep last night, she’d imagined him looking at her like this. His eyes were dark pools, veiled by long, curling lashes. Not brooding at all. They were soft, seductively soft. Intense.
Set the plate of cookies down and get out of here. She didn’t know what to say. Wasn’t quite sure what to do. She exhaled as she set the plate down on his table. “I should get going.”
Eddie stepped toward her. “Wait.”
Her heart skipped a beat—somersaulted into her throat. He looked so damned sexy. “You have some flour, right here.” He touched his finger to her nose.
Everything in her body ignited.
“And right here,” he said as his hand caressed her jaw line.
Her pulse quickened when his thumb found her bottom lip, making her sway slightly. She held her breath and her eyelids fluttered, but refused to fall. She wanted to lick her lips where his thumb stroked, but that’d be too forward and as much as she wanted Eddie to kiss her, she wanted him to come to her.
She didn’t have to wait long. When her lips parted, his hand dropped to her waist and he pulled her to him. He lifted her up to her tiptoes, pressing her against him.
Hesitating for a heartbeat, he raised his eyes to hers. His head dipped down, lightly grazing her mouth with his. A soft sound escaped from deep in her throat. She flicked her tongue across his lips, needing a taste, inviting him to deepen the kiss.
Grace closed her eyes, intensifying the sensations of the kiss. He slid his hands up her waist, over her back, until they found her hair. Burying his fingers in her hair he pulled her closer, enveloping her with the warm taste of her own cookies.
Grace splayed her hands across his chest, feeling his heartbeat, warmth radiating from beneath his T-shirt. She never wanted a man’s shirt off more than she did at this moment. She needed to feel, to touch, to caress his bare skin.
She settled on cupping his face with her hands, cradling him as his tongue stroked the inside of her mouth. The kiss consumed her with such a passion, such a feeling of belonging, she could barely endure it.
Her fingers ran the length of his jaw, over prickly stubble, down his throat and finally along the back of his neck and into the thickness of his hair.
Nothing could be better than this.
Feeling him lower her, Grace resisted removing her mouth from his, letting go of him, relinquishing her embrace. She felt his hands at her shoulders and felt him slowly release her. Breathless, she licked her lips before she looked up at him. “Wow,” she whispered. “If I’d known you could kiss like that—”
“You’d have what?” he asked. His tone deepened, sharpened. “If you’d have known that I could kiss like that, you would’ve what, Grace? You’d have kissed the fat guy?”
Her gaze flew to his face. “That’s not what—”
He stepped away from her. A muscle jumped in his lower jaw. “I think maybe it’s time you left.” The light in his eyes had winked out. His gaze was now cold and distant. Just like that, he’d shut her out.
Grace swallowed the hurt, refused to let him see it. That wasn’t what she’d meant, and deep down, Eddie had to know that. She lifted her head, refused to look at him and walked out the door.
Eddie’s mother was right, he was a jackass.

Monday, May 15, 2006

Grey's Anatomy

All I'm saying right now is that this is a must-see. I'm still crying, partly because of the show and having to wait until the fall to see what is going to happen and partly because I got my e-book in its final state. *sqeeeeeeeeeeeeeee*

I love my cover, which you already knew. But the chapter headings are to die for--the font is awesome. Plus, it makes it real.

Tomorrow, I'll tease you some more and I'll try to think of another contest.

Rae's Insanity

I'm not going to talk about Grey's right now. I want too. I could talk about it all day until the show starts at 9pm est. I know they're going to torture me more with the final minutes then the whole show. Why? Because a guy I've grown to adore is laying on the ground bleeding, with his eyes open. He looked dead. The gasps were so loud coming from my mouth that I woke Noel up. Of course, it didn't help that I was yelling "Don't do it!" to the television when Izzy was holding the wire in her hand. Wishing George would've gotten some balls and tackled her. Betcha he's wishing he'd have stayed in the locker room and dealt with what's her face saying she loved him.

I'll be opening my own hospital ward soon enough, it seems. I love my family, but for once, I wish I could switch birth order and be the baby instead of the mature responsible, older daughter to which all shit floats straight down hill and ends in her lap.

My mom hurt her back again--okay, so that's an understatement. I took her to the neurologist on Friday and the prognosis wasn't great. It looks like she's going to have her spine fused--lower spine. Which means, she'll be staying here so I can take care of her. I love my mom. She loves me. We ebb and flow like the ocean, however. We can't live together for any long period of time. So, all this happens while I'm being a baseball mom to the youngest, my oldest is taking a long field trip in which I have to have him at the school either by 4am or pick him up at 4am. She's scheduling appointments for late in the day around the same time my kids are coming home from school, my book is releasing, my daughter is graduating the fifth grade and the end of the year picnic in which I volunteered from is coming. Oh, and my kids are getting out of school, soon.

Pray for me. Send me good juju vibes cuz, folks, I'm going to need them.

Sunday, May 14, 2006

Happy Mother's Day

I'm sharing one of my favorite pictures of all four of the kids I share with my guy. I only wish that it hadn't been taken on my old digital camera and that the lapses in time when I can have all four of these wonderful kids together were shorter.

A really good friend of mine sent me this email and I had to share it with all of you. It made me cry. I don't know who wrote this, but if there was ever the perfect way to give tribute to mom's that encompasses everything--this is it. Happy Mother's Day.

This is for the mothers who have sat up all night with sick toddlers in their arms, wiping up barf laced with Oscar Mayer wieners and cherry Kool-Aid saying, "It's okay honey, Mommy's here."

Who have sat in rocking chairs for hours on end soothing crying babies who can't be comforted.

This is for all the mothers who show up at work with spit-up in their hair and milk stains on their blouses and diapers in their purse. For all the mothers who run carpools and make cookies and sew Halloween costumes. And all the mothers who DON'T.

This is for the mothers who gave birth to babies they'll never see. And the mothers who took those babies and gave them homes.

This is for the mothers whose priceless art collections are hanging on their refrigerator doors.

And for all the mothers who froze their buns on metal bleachers at football or soccer games instead of watching from the warmth of their cars, so that when their kids asked, "Did you see me, Mom?" they could say, "Of course, I wouldn't have missed it for the world," and mean it. This is for all the mothers who yell at their kids in the grocery store and swat them in despair when they stomp their feet and scream for ice cream before dinner. And for all the mothers who count to ten instead, but realize how child abuse happens.

This is for all the mothers who sat down with their children and explained all about making babies. And for all the (grand) mothers who wanted to, but just couldn't find the words.

This is for all the mothers who go hungry, so their children can eat. For all the mothers who read "Goodnight, Moon" twice a night for a year. And then read it again. "Just one more time."

This is for all the mothers who taught their children to tie their shoelaces before they started school. And for all the mothers who opted for Velcro instead.

This is for all the mothers who teach their sons to cook and their daughters to sink a jump shot.

This is for every mother whose head turns automatically when a little voice calls "Mom?" in a crowd, even though they know their own offspring are at home -- or even away at college.

This is for all the mothers who sent their kids to school with stomach aches assuring them they'd be just FINE once they got there, only to get calls from the school nurse an hour later asking them to please pick them up. Right away.

This is for mothers whose children have gone astray, who can't find the words to reach them. This is for all the step-mothers who raised another woman's child or children, and gave their time, attention, and love... sometimes totally unappreciated!

For all the mothers who bite their lips until they bleed when their 14-year-olds dye their hair green.

For all the mothers of the victims of recent school shootings, and the mothers of those who did the shooting.

For the mothers of the survivors, and the mothers who sat in front of their TVs in horror, hugging their child who just came home from school, safely.

This is for all the mothers who taught their children to be peaceful, and now pray they come home safely from a war.

What makes a good Mother anyway? Is it patience? Compassion? Broad hips? The ability to nurse a baby, cook dinner, and sew a button on a shirt, all at the same time? Or is it in her heart? Is it the ache you feel when you watch your son or daughter disappear down the street, walking to school alone for the very first time? The jolt that takes you from sleep to dread, from bed to crib at 2 A.M. to put your hand on the back of a sleeping baby? The panic, years later, that comes again at 2 A.M. when you just want to hear their key in the door and know they are safe again in your home? Or the need to flee from wherever you are and hug your child when you hear news of a fire, a car accident, a child dying? The emotions of motherhood are universal and so our thoughts are for young mothers stumbling through diaper ch anges and sleep deprivation...And mature mothers learning to let go.

For working mothers and stay-at-home mothers. Single mothers and married mothers. Mothers with money, mothers without.

This is for you all.

For all of us.

Hang in there. In the end we can only do the best we can. Tell them every day that we love them. And pray.

"Home is what catches you when you fall - and we all fall."

Friday, May 12, 2006

What Do You Love/Hate About Romance?

I thought I'd talk a little about this subject, since this is what I write. *winks* But seriously, I don't want to bore anyone senseless with all the dreck and craziness in my life. So, here are my top five reasons I love romance and the top five things I hate that happen in romance. Fair enough? If you feel compelled, you can add to the list in here or consider being blog tagged. *winks* Why I love Romance:
  1. The fact that a man can run the world but doesn't have a clue why this one woman is suddenly everything to him.
  2. The strong & smart women.
  3. The whole emotional justice aspect. Good--if flawed--people getting the ultimate: their very own Happily Ever After.
  4. The awesome dialogue. Witty and funny come to mind, most.
  5. The hum of a well told story.
Things I hate in Romances:
  1. Loose ends. If you've set up a scene and skip to the next chapter with the heroine and hero chit-chatting about how great it was instead of letting me get involved in the fun--you suck.
  2. When nothing happens. I don't need a huge plot, but give me something--anything.
  3. When there's one issue keeping the couple apart and that issue is restated, over and over, without movement or change. Then at the end, they're suddenly "over it" and live HEA.
  4. Plot threads that go nowhere, inconsistencies, obvious cliches and coincidence.
  5. The hero is mean all the way through the book and then at the end says "I love you" as if that means he's transformed. I want to see the journey. OR-- He's out for revenge/blackmail and is horribly cruel to the heroine, then figures out what he needs too and says, "I'm sorry"--but doesn't really do it.
I, of course do none of these things in my book--or atleast I hope not. *looks around* Which brings to mind an important question. How forgiving are you if an author does something you totally hate? Would you read him/her again? Or would you cross that person off your future TBR pile? One other thing I love about romances is a series. I love revisiting characters and towns. Which is why I wrote one myself, or am in the process of fixing this series for all of you. I think after these are finished, it's going to be hard not to write another series right off the bat--but I'm going to try. Tory and Callie, Grace's friends are getting their own story. Tory's is next and she's in for one helluva ride with Pittsburgh Prowler's Quarterback, Gabe Mathison. Yes, I like to think of myself as a tease. *winks*

Wednesday, May 10, 2006


If you haven't watched American Idol, don't read any further.
I was so damned sure Kat was going home that I never ever saw it coming. Ohmigod. I cannot believe that Chris Daughtry went home tonight. Wow. My guy says that Chris and his band Absent Mind will become huge. You're all to 'mark his words.' I almost cried. Almost. I think he'll be fine. I'm just totally shocked shitless.

Thirteen Days

Yes, in thirteen days I make my debute. *feels ill*. I'm not good at this self-promotion, but I hope I am good at teasing. So, without further ado, here is a snippet from the first chapter.

“Oh, shut up. You aren’t cursed.”
Grace Adams placed the unpacked glass in the cupboard and sighed. An hour ago she wouldn’t have believed she was cursed either, but suddenly everything had fallen into perspective. Her best friend had no idea. As far as Grace was concerned she was cursed.
Tory Sinclair continued, “Look, Gracie, I don’t care what this woman—”
“Her name is Nancy Barnes.”
Tory blinked, not once, but twice. “Bottom line, you’re not broken, you’re just…badly sprained.”
Grace snorted. “You make it sound like ‘badly sprained’ is a good thing.”
“Sure beats the curse of Nancy Barnes.”
Grace stacked silverware into a drawer and looked around her disaster area of a kitchen in despair. “Have I said how much I detest unpacking?”
“Only a thousand times,” Tory groaned. “Okay, tell me about this alleged curse again. I want to make sure I have all the gory details.” Tory hummed the Twilight Zone theme, cracking up at her own humor.
Grace pinned her friend with a tolerant stare. “It’s not funny.”
“Okay, okay. I’m sorry. Go ahead.”
“I told you, I was standing there at the school’s Open House, meeting all the parents. When Kylie’s mother, Nancy, shook my hand, she told me that I had a cursed aura.”
“How does she know this?”
Grace shrugged. “Some people can see your aura, I guess.”
“You didn’t ask her how she knew?”
“There were too many people. What was I supposed to do?”
“Call security?”
Grace snorted. “Can you be serious here?”
“I will if you will.” Tory began breaking down a box. “So she told you she had just the thing to lift this curse—a Pennsylvanian Dutch ritual that’s supposed to be the cure-all and end-all?”
Grace thought about what Tory was asking her for a moment. She’d never attempted anything like this in her life. Okay, she’d been known to throw salt over her shoulder occasionally, and she never walked under a ladder. “Yes.”
“Who’d have thunk the Amish would be making up rituals?”
“Pennsylvania Dutch.”
“Yeah, Amish people. And you call yourself a school teacher?”
Grace crossed her arms over her chest. “Are you going to help me or not?”
“I am helping you. Look, a fully functional and organized kitchen.”

Tuesday, May 09, 2006

Idols Have Left The Building

Okay, so you think the PTB want two guys this year in the final two or what? Are they tired of the girls winning? Because Kelly and Carrie are kicking ass and taking names while Clay and Rueben have fizzled as have Justin.

They've done a lot of hard songs this year--hard for females to sing, songs. I like Kat. I have no doubt that she'll go far. I was just hoping she'd make it to the final two. After tonight, I'm not so sure. I think she did well for the choices available. There's a reason why you don't hear women singing anything by Elvis on purpose. I loved her rendition of Hound Dog/ All Shook Up. I liked her dancing and having fun. We know she can do ballads.

Taylor was in his element on both songs. I don't care what Simon says. He did really good. However, don't hate me when I say this. I love the Soul Patrol. I just don't picture him as the next American Idol. He's an old soul. While there isn't a damned thing wrong with that, I just don't see him as the next American Idol.

Elliot has grown on me a lot. He's the underdog. He came in with a near shaven head, nasty looking teeth and some sort of goatee. The makeup artists and stylists have really outdone themselves. I was a little hesitant when they showed him having to learn the song. But he came out and he did it and he was awesome on both songs he performed tonight.

Loved Chris singing "Suspiscous Minds". Wasn't so keen on "A little Less Satisfaction". I thought it was too low for him and I hated the way he rocked it out at the end. We know he can rock. I want to hear a little more from him yet. If he isn't careful, he's going to blow his voice.

I'm hoping Kat doesn't go home tomorrow. Although, judging that the couple of times I voted for her this evening and the fact that we got through isn't a good sign. Each one of us votes. My daughter and I voted for Kat and the boys voted for Chris and my guy wanted a vote for Taylor.

Who got your vote?


Yesterday, my modem was fried. On some level, I think the damned thing has always been fried. Blogger has been a bitch to get onto and so I thought I'd try Word Press. I semi-have it going, but will not force bookmarks to change until I'm ready for it, which should be in the next couple of weeks. I have to change from geocities to yahoo before I can upload it to my website. Wish they'd have told me that sooner. '-) This is, my life.

I'll be back later, after American Idol, of course. =)

Friday, May 05, 2006

Simple Pleasures

Today, I spent an obscene amount of $$ on three little critters for three little beauties called my children and these pictures say it all. Their happiness makes the $$ I forked out totally worth it. A picture's worth a thousand words? Priceless in my humble little opinion as are the giggles that came with them.

Meet Skooter. And Fluff-a-nutter And Scratches.

Three little Russian Dwarf Hamsters that are bringing a ton of giggles.

Samhain Author Days

Tomorrow, all day long, the Samhain authors are going to host an author day. What does this mean for you? A chance to see what Samhain is publishing, to meet their authors, have a blast and WIN PRIZES.

I was supposed to be one of the authors, but my little one has his first baseball game and well, as a mommy, this is something I have to do. =) But I will be joining them throughout the day. I hope to see you there!

It's from 9am to 9pm. http://groups.yahoo.com/group/samhaincafe/ This is an email group.

Happy Cinco DeMayo!!

Wednesday, May 03, 2006

Princess Pea

Before, I said I thought Kellie would go last week and Paris this week. Perhaps I should've put my mouth where the money is and played this years Fantasy Idol.

I'm not surprised to see Paris go. I wish her luck. I foresee her having a great future on Broadway or perhaps in a couple of years she will be the next Beyonce. Seventeen is young.

As for who goes next week...Im going to go out on a limb and say Taylor or Elliot. I'm still holding that the final two are going to be Kat and Chris. I don't think Kat will go home next week, but I've been wrong before.

Tuesday, May 02, 2006

Play That Funky Music


Where do I begin?

Not entirely sure. I don't think they should've used 'birth' years. Why? Because these 'kids' haven't done extremely well with their choices. This is of course my humble opinion. I thought Elliot, Chris and Taylor did well. I loved Chris's "Renegade". I thought Paris was annoying with her rendition of "Kiss" and quite prefered hearing Julia Roberts sing it in "Pretty Woman". I loved the song "Against All Odds" but hated the way Kat sang it.

On the flipside. They all did pretty damned good with today's charts. Paris gets my props for doing Mary J and doing her "quite well". I love the song "Be Without You". Elliot, while not Michael Buble did okay with "Home". Chris rocked the house with Shinedown's "I Dare You". I just hope that by admitting his voice is going doesn't hurt him too bad. Taylor. I too wondered how he snuck a Beatles song in there, but he did it well. My guy said he thinks tomorrow will be Taylor's night to go home. As for Kat. I admittedly have never heard this song before, I plan on looking it up. But I loved it. And I hope it was enough to redeem the first song. I still have McFeever. I'm still holding on to Chris and Kat being the top two with it coming down to Chris as the next American Idol.

Would love to hear YOUR thoughts.

Twenty-One Days

Only because I couldn't think of another title, although out with the old might've worked. I spent the better part of the morning in my dungeon aka basement. Why? Because my town is holding "Clean Up Days" all day Friday and part of Saturday. This is a chance for me to get rid of a lot of clutter. *sqeee* Sadly, I am a pack rat. I donated two big huge garbage bags full of Harlequins I found down there. All I'd read once, sometimes twice to the local Library. They were very happy as they're having a book sale. All proceeds go towards buying MORE books. Of course, some of them will be recylced into the paperbook section. They dont have to be checked out and a lot of times, people will not return them. =(

I did take a break to walk to the Post Office and had a cool moment when the post master said, "And how's our favorite budding local author?" =) And there was a line behind me, so that was kinda cool.

And how was your day?

Monday, May 01, 2006

Twenty-Two Days

Twenty-two days til my world debute. The very thought ties my tummy in knots. I've waited for this for what seems an eternity and now that it's happening I'm feeling ill. Why? What if everyone hates it? What if it gets horrible reviews? I checked out my horoscope on astrology zone.
What a magical, amazing, positive month! In May you will have a number of jaw-dropping opportunities and get several signs that you are on the right track. Projects or relationships that hit snags in March or April will suddenly move forward again, quite smoothly. You have had no sign that things would untangle this easily, so when things start to go your way, it will likely feel like a miracle.
That's promising. Very promising considering I barely survived last month. =) Hopefully, I'll be able to tease you over the next twenty-two days. I'll post snippets of "The Last Thing I Expected". Ohhh. My friend brought something to my attention. My imaginary friend's name really was Sam. She asked if anyone got the correlation between Sam and Samhain. I said no. I hadn't thought of it either. So, let's do some math, I think it's math.

  • My grandmother was born and raised in Scotland. She came to this country as a war bride. We're Celtic in some ways.
  • Samhain means Celtic New Year
  • I had an imaginary friend named Sam.
  • My first editor's name was Scottish

Was it fate? The original title I came up with for this story was "Cursed". But since the first editor also shared my feelings that the secondary characters were screaming for their own books, it became a series. Since I hadn't went with any theme with the exception of they're friends ( hindsight is always 20/20 ) I went with a title theme. "The Last Thing I..." Truly, the last thing I expected was to be bought. So, very fitting for a first title. =) I cannot thank Samhain enough.

So, with that. I'm going to try to make this tonight. There's a chat this evening at Romance Junkies. May 1st, 9-10pm EST. Shelly Laurenston, Arianna Hart and Charlene Teglia will be there chatting so drop in and say Hi. http://www.romancejunkies.com/chat.html

I've also been invited to help with RJ's next writing contest. Looking forward to that as well as a chat there in June.

Have a great Monday!