Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Emerald City Conference

Next week I'll be attending the Emerald City Conference in Bellevue, WA, giving a workshop there and signing my books.

Here's the info in case any of you live in the area.

The Greater Seattle Romance Writers of America is sponsoring a Book Fair on October 10, 2009 at the Bellevue Hilton. The event runs from 4:00-6:00 pm in the Skyview Ballroom and includes signing opportunities with more than fifty authors. This is a free event and open to the public. The Bellevue Hilton is located at 300 112th Avenue SE in Bellevue, Washington. Their phone number is 425-455-1300. Visit for more information.


The Hexster's In The House!

It's time to gear up for the release of Hex in High Heels. There will be interviews, guest blogging, and contests galore!

Two are going on right now, so I hope you'll stop by.

This book was so much fun to write and I hope you all will enjoy it.


Thursday, September 3, 2009

How Horace Came to be on Linda's Ankle

“So you’re really doing it?” Horace practically danced as he, Stasi, and Linda walked into the tattoo shop. “You won’t back down?”

“Yes, I am,” Linda replied. “I have Fluff and Puff on my ankle, so why not you on the other one?”

“Your funeral,” Stasi muttered, settling in a chair.

“You could get a belly ring,” Horace suggested, hopping up on the arm and peering into Jazz’s bag. “Ow!” He blew on his singed fingers as he pulled them back before she zapped them again.

“So he’s what you want on your ankle?” Pat asked, after getting a good look at the eight-inch gargoyle that occupied his time exploring the shop.

“He’s the one,” Linda confirmed.

Horace wasted no time striking a gargoyle pose. “You’ll make me look good, right?” He followed Pat into the back, pointedly ignoring the ‘no passing beyond this point unless you’re getting a tattoo’. “I’m not just any gargoyle, ya know. I’m special.”

Once the design was drawn and pattern made, Linda sat up on the bench and stretched out.

“My tail needs to look sexier,” Horace said, perched on Pat’s shoulder.

“You need to behave before you’re tossed out,” Linda said.

“I just want it to look right.”

“So you really like to hang out in Stasi’s lingerie boutique’s dressing rooms?” Pat asked Horace.

“It’s a great way to observe the human race.” He held up his claws in innocence. “Hey, that’s my story and I’m sticking to it.”

After a few well-worded threats from Stasi, Horace remained out of striking range and occupied himself with wandering the studio and observing other tattoos in progress while dancing to the music.

“He’s very cool,” Pat told Linda and Stasi.

“Great, he’s all yours,” Stasi told him. “Just be prepared to find your refrigerator empty.”

Along the way Horace emerged on Linda’s ankle. The gargoyle made sure to return and offer his own opinion.

“The real thing is much better, but gotta say Pat did catch the real me.”