Thursday, June 22, 2006

Hair today, gone tomorrow....

I can't stand my hair. It's lifeless and for some unknown reason is deciding to turn red. Age? Have I mentioned they called my grandfather "Red" ? Apparently, the older I get, his genetics are showing up in my hair folicles.

I have to take my mom to physical therapy this afternoon. Where it is, there are three beauty places/spa's. My favorite is over there, so that's where I'll be headed once I get her settled in. It occured to me, one of the things stopping me from going to the local bookstores is my appearance. I don't think it'd be wise to show up in a baseball cap proclaiming "I'm a new romance author." I think a short and sexy cut--something easy for this fine-haired girl to fix and style is just what the DR. ordered.

There's a woman whose son plays baseball with mine. She's become my new PR person. Hi, Beth! She has the greatest hair!

I need a pick-me-up. I need rid of this hair. It's shorter on the one side because the last person who cut it did it with a hack-saw. Okay, so she really didn't have a saw...I wish Tory from this next book coming in the fall was real enough to jump out of the book and give me the haircut I deserve. But, she's only in my head and no way would she tell me to pick up scissors to walk me through it. '-)

Anyone else have trouble with their hair?

Wednesday, June 21, 2006

Website Woes

I had no idea that changing domains was going to be such a damned nightmare. This is why I should've went with someone who knew what they were doing, paid the extra money and was just done with it. Now, I currently have no website and am the owner of two domains in which I can't so squat with. I'm worried I'm going to be out all this money and nothing to show for it and have to start again from square one.

Yes, it's one of those days. I don't know why this isn't working. Perhaps Mercury is in retrograde. I'm too afraid to look.

I was really looking forward to switching to Wordpress and having it on my site...at this point, I just want my site back. *sobs*

Tuesday, June 20, 2006

Suspense and a little dog, too!

72 Hours by Shannon Stacey
ISBN: 1-59998-040-1
Length: Category
Price: $4.50
Genre: Romance/Suspense
Publication Date: June 20, 2006
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Alex Rossi leads a double life, and it may cost Grace Nolan her son.
The Devlin Group: A privately-owned rogue agency unhindered by red tape and jurisdiction.
Grace Nolan walked away from the Devlin Group carrying Alex Rossi's child in her womb and his bullet in her shoulder. But a ghost from the past has kidnapped her son, Danny. The ransom—Alex Rossi. To get her son back, Grace will have to step back into the life she'd left behind and reveal her secret to Alex.
With vengeance for his mother's murder nearly at hand and a deadly substance on the loose, the last thing Alex Rossi needs is to find himself at the business end of Grace's gun. Now the clock is ticking as they race to save a child and stop a madman bent on destruction. But Alex has a secret of his own, and it may be the ultimate betrayal.
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You'll Be The Death Of Me by Stacia Wolf
ISBN: 1-59998-039-8
Length: Catagory
Price: $4.50
Genre: Romance/Comedy
Publication Date: June 20, 2006
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Meddling landladies, fashion-tortured canines, psychotic best friends - is that what it takes to bring two love-jaded people together, or will they be killed with good intentions?

Allison Leavitt is great at living in a make-believe world - she'd created one in her best-selling mystery novels, home of her fantasy man, a hard-nosed detective with a granite-encrusted heart. It's taken years for an artist to finally capture his image, the one she's lived with in her head for far too long. Imagine her shock when she discovers him standing in her living room!

When the shock fades, one question remains: now that she's found him, what is she going to do about making fantasy reality?

Displaced Los Angeles detective Jay Cantrall isn't happy with his Spokane, Washington assignment, and even more disgruntled with his whacked-out apartment house. The landlady runs around in muumuus whispering sweet nothings to her bizarre canine companion, who hates Jay but has romantic tendencies toward his leg. One tenant thinks nothing of staging mock murders, another is a man-shark, and his next-door neighbor, Allison, although incredibly delectable, seems to be incapable of little more than fish imitations.

Besides, he learned his lesson where women are concerned: nothing can bring a man's downfall faster than a woman's lies.

It seems that whenever Jay and Allison are near each other, disaster strikes. And when one of the disasters leaves Jay injured, guilt-ridden Allison decides to nurse the cranky cop back to health. But will her ministrations heal the wounds deep inside both of them, or will it end in yet another disaster?

Warning: this title contains hot, steamy sex explicitly described.
Cover art by Scott Carpenter.
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Sunday, June 18, 2006

Happy Father's Day....SURPRISE!

So, what are those? They're brand-new baby Russian Dwarf hamsters. And they were what I found when I went to clean my oldest son's cage. He named his hamster "Skooter". Skooter, apparently is a she. Skooter damn near took my finger off and she is never like that. It wasn't until she moved like a tigress to attack my innocent pinky did I see why. My youngest thinks we should keep these. 8 Russian Dwarf Hamsters to clean up after, I don't think so. I've never seen a baby rodent before. They're uh, so ugly they're cute. I'm just hoping their mama doesn't uh, eat them.

Friday, June 16, 2006

I just want your extra time and your KISS

Okay, so while I profess that I'm not good at talking about myself, I mean it. Which is why sometimes it takes friends to encourage me to put myself out there and try something new. They usually have to bend, twist and finally dare me--double dog dare me into submission. This was the case when Donica Covey twisted my arm behind my back and made me beg for mercy.

Donica persuaded me into submitting a kiss to ecataromance. You know, the same gracious people with whom I did my very first chat with as an author. I really love the first kiss Eddie and Grace share and it was so fun to write that I thought I'll use that one. Lo' and behold, it was picked. My "yummy" smooch was selected as "Smooch of the Day".

Now, in keeping it real, when I read the email, I did the cabbage patch, or at least my version of it and my youngest son aka J-Man wanted to know what a smooch was. So, I grabbed his little face and kissed him. He said "ooh" and did a little wiggle. "Mommy's in loooove"

"With who?" asks his dad.

A dramatic eyeroll ensues. "With me, silly! Who else?"

Thank you so much to ecataromance.com!

Thursday, June 15, 2006

Press Kit?

When does an author decide if she wants to write her own press kit to send to the local small town newspapers? Is it after she has ten books under her belt?

I consider myself outgoing. To a point. I can make friends easily. I'm good at PR for other places like my job I have with eHarlequin.com I can talk about their authors, their books and their message boards without stuttering and I can look the person in the eye without the blush creeping into my cheeks.

Ask me about my book(s) and I flounder. I feel inadequate and well, stupid. I'm not sure why. I can talk about it to my writing buddies. But when someone asks me how it's going--ie J-man's baseball manager, I feel the heat rising into my cheeks. Yes, he's a guy. When he says he wants to buy it, I don't 'buy' him. But maybe he will, he always asks about it.

There's another guy in town. He so doesn't look like a reader. To my knowledge he doesn't read. He's a party guy. Every time he sees me--I don't care where he is, he says: "Where's my book?" I should also mention his voice is quite boisterous and you most certainly cannot ignore him because he gets louder. I offered to print him out a copy ( to shut him up ) but he wants the 'real deal".

Of course his question garners questions from others in our town. So, in a way, he's like a publicity manager. If only I could make the words stammering out of my mouth make sense.

Heather Lester has a great article she wrote on self-promotion. But how soon should you go about some of this and when do you reach the point where everyone gets so damned sick of hearing you toot your own horn?

Thoughts?

After thought

My nice/evil editor suggested that I say how much I want JR Ward's Lover Awakened. She is after all, a Goddess. And anyone who loves Brotherhood of the Black Dagger are SURE to LURVE MY books. =)

Tuesday, June 13, 2006

Stupidity

It's funny how when enough people warn you...in fact, to the point where you become defensive about your choice, that when something happens--something that was in fact predicted.

Steelers' 'Big Ben' Breaks Nose, Jaw In Helmetless Crash

Ben Roethlisberger will probably wear a helmet the next time he's on his motorcycle.
Doctors in Pittsburgh said the 24-year-old Steelers quarterback remains in serious but stable condition after Monday's motorcycle wreck. He broke his jaw and nose in the crash. Doctors said the multiple facial fractures were successfully repaired during more than 7.5 hours of surgery. The lead surgeon said doctors didn't discover any other serious injuries.
Police said Roethlisberger wasn't wearing a helmet when his bike hit a car traveling in the opposite direction, which is perfectly legal in Pennsylvania. Roethlisberger was thrown from his bike on impact.

If you click on the headline--you can read the full article and see the pictures.

The fan in me gasped yesterday and held my breath to see if it was him in the first place, because they were unsure. Then, held my breath as we waited to see what all was wrong with him since his head hit the windshield and then the pavement.

We were just discussing the fact that I can get a ticket for choosing not to wear my seatbelt. I do wear my seatbelt. But it should be my choice if I want to take the chance to die without it. Right? So, I can get a fine for not wearing a seatbelt, but if I want to ride a motorcycle without a helmet, I can. Because it's legal in Pennsylvania.

Now, I love motorcycles. I love to ride on the back of them. Unless it's one of those crotch rockets and having my fat ass up in the air that high just doesn't do it for me anymore. '-)

One of the reporters said to Ben recently, "You have to wear a helmet to play football." His response was that of, The NFL makes me wear one--that's their law. In Pa, the law says I don't have to wear one.

The evil author in me who is currently working on her football story says "hmm". Cocky, stubbon, up and coming quarter back who has the world in his hands...

Gabe Mathison perks up from the pages."I resemble that remark."

"A little too much," Tory Sinclair agrees.

No, Gabe isn't modeled after Ben...even though I think he's cute as hell...I started this story before Big Ben. '-) Although, funny sometimes how life and fiction mesh when you least expect it.

Monday, June 12, 2006

Four Cups!

I really needed this news today. You can read the full review by clicking HERE.

Squee!

Sunday, June 11, 2006

Sunday Blues

My two older children left this afternoon, bound for North Carolina to visit with their dad & family. :( They didn't go last year. I thought once they were older, it'd be easier to let them go, but it isn't. I tried to put on a brave face when they left, but when my youngest started to cry, it was all over.

My daughter's lifeline is her tracfone. She broke it on the way down--the antenna. So she called me sobbing. Didn't help my mood.
Then, once I calmed down, I took my g'ma to visit my mom. She's in a rehabilitation center for now. Her left leg doesn't want to work real good--because of the nerve. They said possibly twelve days there, but she's hoping they spring her faster. She has to use a walker to get around, because she doesn't feel steady on her feet. We were there for like five hours and after a while, it gets rather depressing being in a facility like that. But her spirits are up and they say she's improving by the minute. ^ Five mom.

Saturday, June 10, 2006

Calling All Readers

I guess that means you.

I'm rewriting a lot of "The Last Thing I Wanted" and as I was writing it occured to me that Tory and Gabe have a past. Grace and Eddie have a past. Callie and Jackson do not have a past.

Is it wrong to have two back to back books in which the hero and heroine know each other in the past? I can write about strangers falling in love. Really, I can. I didn't realize when I changed Gabe's profession that this whole story was going to pop out and it really does make the story pop, along with my voice.

Whaddaya think?

Wednesday, June 07, 2006

Yahoo!

So, a long time ago, I created a yahoo group and it has sat and sat. It's for my future newsletter. This evening, Danica convinced me that I needed to tell all of you about it. Here I am.

If you'd like to join my newsletter, you can do so by clicking here. I promise not to take up too much space in your inbox.

If you join, you'll be privvy to a special contest each month. How's that for an incentive?

UPDATE--IF YOU JOIN MY NEWSLETTER, YOUR NAME WILL GO INTO A DRAWING FOR A REALLY NEAT PRIZE.'-)

Tuesday, June 06, 2006

Reviews & Bets

The Last Thing I Expected received another great review.

"While I was reading this story, I had a smile on my face most of the time. It’s a funny and in a way a heart-touching story with romance in it. I really loved the main character Grace from the first page, she is someone I would like to have as a friend in real life. She’s funny and loving. It doesn’t matter if you believe the possibility of people being cursed our not, Heather Rae Scott has written a story that will make you sit and relax, and forget everything around you. " --Annick

You can read the rest by going here.

Make sure you check out my buddy's book. Betting Hearts is out now! Betting Hearts by Dee Tenorio
ISBN: 1-59998-035-5
Length: Novel
Price: $5.50
Genre: Romance/Contemporary/Comedy
Publication Date: June 6, 2006
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He's never lost a bet in his life but she's playing for keeps!
Cassandra Bishop’s boyfriend is back. Only problem is…she doesn’t want anything to do with him. Or his new fiancée. What the confirmed tomboy would like is to wring his neck. She might have done it, too, if he hadn’t filled her in on the embarrassing truth that he'd left her at the altar because she wasn’t woman enough to satisfy him. Her pride nearly settled for punching him in the nose…until she thought of something better—proving him wrong. High on Burke Hallifax’s list of cataclysmic nightmares is having to look at his best friend as a real female. But when her ex-fiancé makes his wedding a personal vendetta against Cass, Burke has no choice but to bet everything on her ability to out hot-girl the competition. Unfortunately, the entire town is betting as well—on whether Burke and Cass can pull off the makeover of the century…without losing their hearts in the process.

Monday, June 05, 2006

Update

My mom had her surgery today and everything went as well as could be expected. She had one fuse instead of several. The nerve was hidden and bent under the disc they removed, so that was kind of tricky. The Dr. explained it like this. Hold your arm straight out at your side. That is what your nerve is supposed to look like. Now, bend your arm and tuck it in beside your body. That was my mom's nerve.

He also had a bit of a surprise. When he removed the disc, spinal fluid started flowing. She had two tiny tears from the disc fragmentation that he had to repair. I won't tell you how I think this happened. Okay, so maybe I will. Do I think the Dr. did this? nyah. I think it was self-inflicted. Why?

Do you see this shiny red car? It is my mom's "baby". There was some dirt on the throw rugs she has laying on the floor and she felt the need to go clean them with a canister vaccum. She lugged this across the room, out on the porch and down three stairs, across the sidewalk, down that step you see in the photo and to the car. While she was using the hose, her back hurt, so she sat down and finished it. When she stood up, she was dizzy. She called me once she lugged the vaccum back up into the house.

"What were you doing when you got dizzy?"

I won't go into all the explatives I used when she told me what she was doing. So, fast-forward to today. "Heather, will losing spinal fluid make you dizzy?"
"Doh!"

I could still shake her.

My grandmother was her classic self. She didn't embarrass me though, so chalk it up to a semi-good day. I didn't get any writing done. There's no room in this story for her, if there had been...

Things to do

Can I just say that I can't wait until Sunday? Why?

  1. Today my mom is having surgery. I'll be stuck at the hospital all day w/ my g'ma. Lots of stories out of this.
  2. Tuesday is the last day of school--but it's only HALF a day, oh and "Betting Hearts" by Dee Tenorio debutes.
  3. Wednesday my mom will probably come home from the hospital, despite me telling her to wait as long as she can
  4. Thursday hopefully my mom will come home this day. Then, nurse maid here I come
  5. Friday, I have the Blaze Pitch over at eHarlequin.com
  6. Saturday, my ex and his flavor of the year are coming to my home. They're getting my two oldest and taking them to North Carolina. I promised myself I was going to lay down the law as nicely as I can about these trips. I hate it when they go and believe you me, I feel selfish. But there's a whole lot of history there that makes me want to scream. But, this year, my kids are both armed with tracfone's and they know if it gets bad all they have to do is call and I'll be down to get them. No ifs, ands or buts.
  7. Sunday, I hope to be able to sit on my butt and do nada. Yeah right.


So, I see lots of laundry in my future and a house cleaning because the flavor of the month doesn't know my house doesn't always look like this. Oh, and we acquired a new feathered friend. Her name is Cami, short for camouflage. When I get a picture of her, you'll see why. Cami is going to gain a new friend while my mom is here. His name is "Budge-Man". Cami is fairly quiet and still getting used to us. Last night when I was talking to Stacia Wolf, the yahoo pings were making her sing.

Well, the babysitter just pulled up. I'm half-awake and going to suck down this coffee and head out the door. I have supplies for today, but knowing my grandma ain't nothing going to get done except for her talking to me and telling me things I've heard 500 times.

Saturday, June 03, 2006

Staying Grounded

If anyone has any doubt in their mind that becoming an author has went to my head or is going to go to my head ( which it so hasn't) here is an example of WHY I'll stay grounded. LMAO. This was taken at my daughter's banquet last week. She said she wanted one of me--a good one. I had no clue my best-friend Stace was doing this behind me.

She's always saying that she is going to blackmail me with photo's she has of me growing up...here's my retaliation. haha.