My dear friends, this week my step-dad passed away from prostate cancer. He was a wonderful man who always took such good care of my mom, something I’ll always be grateful for. They divorced almost 30 years ago, but he was the love of my mom’s life and she never remarried. He always checked in on her and they remained very close friends until the end, this week. It breaks my heart to imagine that kind of love, those circumstances. Having that fierce kind of love up close and then having it from afar. I write romance. We read romance. But I’ve always known that happy endings are subjective, individual and unique to each person, each couple. That’s one of the things I’ve loved about reading and writing for Evernight publishing. Sometimes love doesn’t live inside the confines of a little pink box. Sometimes it’s the mottled color of bruises, or the beautiful yet scary shade of blood. Sometimes it is the color of the sun. Sometimes it’s midnight black. I think the best of times is when it’s all these and more. There are days when it’s hard to understand the intricacies of love and relationships and it’s those times when I think it helps to escape into someone else’s heart. Continue Reading
Hello out there. I’m taking a day to sit down and relax with the rhythm section of ultra-sexy rock band, Sin Pointe. And this day wouldn’t be possible had the talented and lovely author, Xio Axelrod, not invited us to join her blog hop so big cyber kisses to her. Check out a charming and smexy chat Xio had with her own characters last week HERE. Now for Stefan and Will from my latest release, Wicked Flower…
Me: Boys, it’s time. Please come on over and say hi to all the lovely people.
Stefan: Hey sweetie.
Will: Not funny, dude.
Stefan: What, I wasn’t talking to you, sweetie. I was looking out at all of Carlene’s sexy friends. Hey ladies. (Stefan’s giving you all a look that I want you to imagine would melt the polar ice caps right now. And of course he’s in all white, just for you.)
Will: Ladies, snap out of it. Carlene, was he not looking directly at me when he said that?
Me: …(author debating for a moment on what to say next and whether she thinks she’s going to be able to wrangle two of her favorite albeit ornery people in all the world to finish this little interview)… Will, you are pretty sweet. Maybe Stef was just referring to that fact. Stefan, be nice. Continue Reading