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It’s been a crazy month this month. That’s not bad, by any means, but it’s kinda nutty.

First off, I met a great guy and now seem to have landed a boyfriend. For someone who’s been the ruling queen of Singlelandia for years, this is a little odd. I’ve codenamed him Professor Moriarty (yes, the villain from Sherlock Holmes–he picked the name, not me!)

Then, last week, I went to Comic Con with my best friend, the Mad Madam M. Here’s a picture of us waiting for the trolley.

Note all the signs at the Gaslamp Quarter station had been translated into Klingon for the “invasion” for Comic Con.

And the moment I got home, I became sick as a dog with a nasty summer cold. Having been single for so long, this is just the natural course of things to handle being ill on my own. Chicken soup? Check. NyQuil? Check. Advil? Check. Hot tea? Check. Okay, we’re as ready to battle the forces of evil as we’re going to be. But things are different this time, because I have Professor Moriarty threatening me with spankings if I don’t get into bed and get well immediately, if not sooner. On the one hand, it’s kind of sweet and a very novel experience to have someone concerned over every little sniffle. On the other hand, I’ve been doing this for a while now, and I think I know how to deal with a cold without someone telling me where to go and what to do.

Ah, well. I think I’ll keep him.

Also, if you haven’t yet, you can pre-order Sexy Beast 9, which comes out in about 3 short weeks. Check out an excerpt of my story here. We got a rockin’ review for the whole antho from Romantic Times. Go us!

What’s not to love about a series. They’re sexy. I love writing them and I love reading them. Getting hooked on a series is so easy to do. I like to write friends (like in Chances Are), or soldiers (in Take Me/Need Me), and now brothers in my Holding out for a Hero series at Samhain. Three brothers, three different heroic careers.

These three brothers were so much fun to write. How could they not be with a Sheriff, an Army Sergeant, and a Firefighter? The novellas show their life struggles with life and love. But I think the series is even sexier because the heroes are brothers. You’ve got a friendship and blood bond that connects these men, and you see it in each book.

Here’s a peek at the first novella in my series (which will eventually come out in print!) Going Down.

Holding Out for a Hero, Book 1

Eleanor Owen needs to get out of Chicago and quick. It’s not that she doesn’t want to obey the subpoena to testify against her drug-trafficking ex-boyfriend. It’s making it to the witness stand alive, should a dirty cop make good on his threats.

Tiny, remote Wyattsville, Oregon looks like the perfect place to disappear, but it’s hard to blend into the woodwork when one of the town’s infamous namesakes sends her heart racing. Worse, Mr. Tall, Hot and Packing is the town sheriff, which means she should stay as far away from him as possible.

Tyson Wyatt is positive the sexy new girl in town is hiding something. Question is, what? He vows to feel out her secrets—including what she feels like beneath him. Preferably naked. Until then, he’s not buying the story she’s selling.

Their chemistry is sheet-melting hot, and Ellie realizes much too late that the man with the badge is as dangerous to her heart as her ex is to her life…

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EXCERPT

“Well, that’s funny.” Tyson pursed his lips. He could’ve sworn he heard someone inside.

He walked around the porch to peer in the kitchen window and immediately spotted the pot on the stove. Water boiled over the sides and onto the floor.

His brows drew together as his gut tightened with the instinct that something was off. A second later, a door slammed from the back of the house.

Tyson moved quickly to the end of the porch, just in time to see a blur of black hair and bare legs, before the woman headed for the gathering of trees at the edge of the property.

Without a moment’s hesitation, he hopped the porch railing and took off after her.

He shook his head, reminding himself that he didn’t really need to ask himself why. He knew the answer. He was in uniform and driving a marked car. And when a person ran from law enforcement, it was generally because they had something to hide.

But, if anything, it spooked the woman even more and she disappeared into the woods.

Tyson didn’t lose speed. Was this the tenant of the house running? Or had someone else broken in? Either way, he wasn’t letting her get away that easily. Not that he thought for a minute she would, the woman was heading right toward the cliffs above the beach, so she was going to have to stop at some point. And when she did, she’d have some explaining to do.

Even as he gained ground, his frustration slipped away and unease replaced it as they began to approach the break in the trees.

She wasn’t slowing down. Jesus, didn’t she realize there was barely six feet out of the forest before the cliff’s ledge?

“Stop!” he screamed again, almost an arm’s length behind her now. “Dammit, lady, stop before you kill yourself!”

The woman burst from the trees without decreasing her speed and Tyson’s heart tripped with fear.

Her sharp scream reverberated as she finally saw the cliff. Her toes dug into the dirt as she tried to halt her inevitable fall.

Tyson lurched forward, grabbed her around the waist and spun them away from the edge just as her right foot went over.

Her soft body slammed against his, causing him to stumble backward and farther away from the edge. He hit the ground first, falling on his ass before she fell on top of him. His hands slid to cup the roundness of her bottom, while her soft chest pressed against his face as her arms flailed to the ground beneath them for purchase.

Jesus. Tyson let out a strangled groan as his body instantly responded to their intimate position.

Her frightened whimper and trembling body reminded him how close she’d been to going over the cliff.

“Are you okay?” he asked gruffly, rolling them so she fell back onto the dirt and then knelt above her.

Wide hazel eyes stared up at him even as she made the tiniest nod.

He grunted and slid his gaze over her slight frame, taking in her flawless pale skin. Breasts that were small, but looked like they could still fill his hand, pushed against her thin pink tank top. Her stomach was toned and her hips flared just a bit under tiny denim shorts. Her feet were dirty from running bare through the forest, even as her dainty toes shone with a glittery pink polish.

Damn but she was a sexy little thing…and she was also terrified. Whether of him, or nearly running over a cliff, who knew.

But the fear in her eyes reminded him to stop thinking with his dick, and get back into sheriff mode.

“You could’ve been killed if you’d fallen off that cliff, do you realize that?” he said tersely.

He narrowed his gaze. “Good. Now would you please explain why you were running from me, ma’am?”

The picture uploading thingie doesn’t like me this morning so after two tries, I’ve given up. All you’re going to get is me doing a little confessing.

To set the background, I have a new Aphrodisia book due the middle of October. A month ago I had only the vaguest idea what it would be about. Okay, I knew I wanted to set it in Central Oregon and that’s that. Figured it needed a man and a woman (my erotica has always been m/f and I ain’t about to change) Then as has long happened in that secret part of my brain I can’t explain and sometimes freaks me out, things started coming together. Lots of research, bunch of notes, muttering to myself during my dedicated thinking time otherwise known as walking the dogs time. One day I got home from said dog walk, ran upstairs to my office and pounded out a couple of single spaced pages of plot notes, character motivation, the kind of nonsense that passes for a synopsis.

I started with Chapter One. Things cooked along. Then yesterday at the 11,000 word mark I hit a wall. Tried to tell myself that it was my son’s birthday, I was distracted by evening plans to celebrate, further distracted because both sons and grandson showed up, also a friend of one son. I pounded out 2K words, one sweated one at a time. I had to have my hero do some things that made me uncomfortable (poor soul is being taken over by an supernatural spirit). I told myself the problem was that I’m not yet clear about the supernatural spirit which impacts my hero in many ways.

Then after the dinner party, I turned my mind back to my problem. Slept on it. Thought about it when I woke up at 4 a.m. Thought about it some more in the shower.

As has happened enough times to keep me relatively sane, I done figured it out. The hangup wasn’t tied into the spirit. Instead, I didn’t know enough about my hero’s background. See, I was a social worker in a former life and dealt with a lot of people with disfunctional childhoods. My poor characters are always messed up in one form or another which, I believe, gives them depth and interest.

Ha! I know what brought my hero to this place in his life. Oh, you’d feel sorry for him. His parents were a mess and there was the violence thing and–Double ha! I love him. I’m mucking around in his psyche and putting him through the wringer and excited about having a grand old time.

One last thing. I’d called him Tyson but that never felt right. Now he’s Matt and I can wrap my mind about Matt. The Matt in my world is my youngest son’s best friend, scary smart with two young kids, a career in computers, and a part-time gig as a river fishing guide. Ah, an outdoorsman who loves and understands nature. Rugged. Competent. Independent. All the things both Matts are.

Look out world, I’m ready to write again.

As long as I don’t decide to play shrink with the supernatural spirit.
Vonna

www.VonnaHarper.com

It’s the middle of July and I think my brain’s gone on holiday. Well, actually, it’s in the Greek islands, occupied with writing a book that will come out next summer. Usually, it’s capable of multi-tasking, but not today. Which means I can’t think of a single thing of interest to blog about. If your brain is as lazy as mine, maybe you’d rather just read a little excerpt anyhow.

So that’s what I’m going to do. This is from Sex Drive, the first book in my Wild Ride to Love series – and a Cosmo magazine Red-Hot Read. Theresa and Damien meet on a flight from Sydney, Australia, where they join the mile-high club, then he persuades her to share a sexy stopover in Honolulu. They’ve just come back from an afternoon walk on Waikiki Beach.

This one comes with a hotness warning, so if you’re 18 you’re not supposed to read on. LOL. Like that would have stopped me when I was a teenager…

Preceding Damien into our room, I thought that the day so far had been one treat after another. The last being my passionfruit gelato and his chocolate macadamia nut ice cream cones, which had melted faster than we could lick them. Hands and mouth sticky with gelato, body glossed with sunscreen and sweat, the promise of sex ripe in the air, I said, “I need a shower.”

He let go of one of my breasts and I watched his hand drift down, stroke over my abdomen, drift through the auburn curls of pubic hair, and I tensed in pleasant anticipation.
And I’ll leave you there because, after all, foreplay is half the fun!

So, how’s your summer going? Are you being lazy or productive? Is your brain capable of multi-tasking any better than mine? Whatever summer holds for you, I hope some lazy days with good books are on the agenda.

As My Life Turns…cause I’m living a Soap Opera life. I just finished my veterinary summer camp–sixteen 12 – 14 YOs–full of exuberance for life! They loved it and I’m exhausted. Yes, I’m coo-coo for Cocoa Puffs at this point. LOL.

As you can see we’ve had the Herpetologist in–ah…did I mention I have a GREAT dislike for reptiles? **Shudder** Syd “Left the building” on this morning. But I have to admit it’s gotten a bit better since I had to kill that snake that got into my sister-in-laws house. Another story for another day. This big guys the kids are feeding was the Number One Cup Stealing Antelope at Global Wildlife Safari in Folsom, LA. If you haven’t been…you should go.

And of course, we had to get spit on by the alpacas as we bred them and chasing the Pot Belly Pig named Petunia–just because. And there was a good teleconference with the Elephant Sanctuary in Tennessee.

This fellow looks vicious, right? He’s an emu named…Oscar. He’s inspired some of my other writing styles…Just wait. LOL.

Okay! Drumroll!

Fifteen days until i want it now hits the shelf! BUT, I happen to have gotten a hold of a book… or two to give away.

So…if you’d like to get a copy PRIOR to the book drop date…take a gander at answering this question: Name one thing where smaller is better. Hit me up at sydneymolare@yahoo.com and put SMALL in the subject line. And of course, send the addy.

Peace out!

Book reviews. Being human, I think most authors hold an ambiguous attitude toward reviews; simultaneously looking forward to receiving them, while at the same time dreading to read them. Some years ago I wrote book reviews for an online review site, and eons before that I wrote movie reviews for a small college press. Over the span of time, and while keeping an interested eye on the review techniques of others, I have come to the conclusion that almost all reviews fall into one of five categories: The good review. The bad review. The tepid I-really-don’t-care-either-way review. The glowing I-just-so-loved-this! review. The scathing, I-can’t-believe-this-was-allowed-to-see-the-light-of-day review. There are exceptions, of course, but for the main this is the trend.

A few weeks ago I came across an online article that surprised me. The gist of the item spoke of the fact that of the thousands of reviews posted on the internet every week, the big percentage of these are written for books. And more interesting, the majority of all these book reviews are for Romance books. This information got me thinking:  if suddenly these online reviewers found, for whatever reason, they were no longer able to post reviews, what would they do with their time? And more importantly, what would reviewers of Romance books do with their time? And I arrived at the conclusion they’d review other things!

Now in a proposed world where internet users are deprived of the opportunity to critique or even comment on books and thus forced to turn their attention to other products, the question arises -would they review in the same manner as they once reviewed books? I hazard to guess yes, they probably would. Imagine now a product -a purely fictional product, but one with widely held appeal to the general consumer populace. And bearing in mind those five typical category of reviews, along with the common review methods found at Romance-oriented sites presently in existence,  I think the end results we see might be a little like this-

Presenting: Online reviews for

Tofley Brands’ BERLIN FRAULEIN HOT COCOA WITH MARSHMALLOWS

Reviews from average former book retailer customers:

Customer review 1.  “Tofley does it again with this bold and HOT, HOT, HOT creamy rich sensation! Can’t wait until the release of the next exciting addition in this delicious line!!”

Customer review 2.  “Although this cocoa isn’t one I’d necessarily try again, it was satisfactory for my needs at the time  and lived up to its claims of chocolate with marshmallows.”

Customer review 3.  “Can we say DISAPPOINTING?? While the quasi-chocolate flavor and sprinkling of dried milk does, I guess,  qualify this product as a cocoa -and indeed there were marshmallows galore- this company missed the mark completely on a full-bodied delivery. The errors with this product are almost too long to list -powdery texture, chalky background, frivolous aroma and did I mention MARSHMALLOWS GALORE?  I like a cocoa that is memorable for substance and has a character I can identify with. And all those perversely abundant marshmallows just ruined it for me. This product was a waste of my time and money (maybe I should  sell the unused packets on Ebay??). Next time I’ll just stick with my tried-n-true Dora Roberts’ Rich & Steamy Cocoa.”

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From an Ebay seller

Description: ELEVEN NEVER BEFORE USED PACKETS OF BERLIN FRAULEIN HOT COCOA WON IN GIVEAWAY, STILL IN BOX AUTOGRAPHED BY PRODUCT CREATOR!   HOT DELICIOUS EXOTIC EXCURSION INTO SINFULLY CREAMY CHOCOLATE AND MARSHMALLOW DELIGHT YOU’LL NEVER FORGET!

BIDDING BEGINS AT $100.00!

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A snippet from a reviewer who receives way too many free sample products to ever provide a convincing critique of anything:

“Tofley has brought together rich cocoa and sweet marshmallows to make a power couple. I fell in love with cocoa’s kick-ass attitude and impressed by marshmallow’s consistently lumpy performance.  Sultry flavor and sticky residue overflow the brim in this gritty beverage of riveting proportions. Another outstanding product from the mediocre makers of something I tried last week but can’t recall the name of.  Rating: Four Stars”

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Random posts by persons with nothing better to do than anonymously hit the Post Your Review Free! sites

Random post 1. This cocoa is delicious, tempting and HOT.  Make sure to keep a fan handy – you’ll need it to cool off!”

Random post 2. “This cocoa is so lame. I’d rate it accordingly but there’s no option button for SUCKS ASS”.

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Snippets from two separate reviews published by the Beverage Times of America:

BT Reviewer 1.” …Cocoa makes for a sensible and modernly likable lead ingredient. But once Marshmallow entered the scene with its strong yet buoyant presence, the chemistry was pure kismet! I was swept away by the powerful conflicts that vied to separate them, and convinced by mutually intimate attraction for one another.  The minor nutritive ingredients were also engaging, and their presence helped to bring the entire experience to a very satisfying conclusion. I definitely recommend Berlin Fraulein to the connoisseur of exotic drinks, and wait anxiously for this company’s next stimulating beverage!  Rating: 5 Mugs”

BT Reviewer 2. ” ..while the experience did have its moments, I wasn’t impressed by the overall relationship between Cocoa and Marshmallow. In a day and age when liberated female consumers look for their Cocoas to be strong and independent, I found this one just too submissive to the domineering presence of Marshmallow. The minor ingredients were too numerous and unsavory to be anything but a distraction. The heat level aside, this reviewer found Berlin Fraulein a convoluted drink primarily geared toward beverage consumers who have a bent for deviant, uninhibited ambiance.  Rating: 1 Mug”

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Review posted by someone the product creator embarrassingly suspects is an overly helpful relative:

“Exiting! That’s the first word that comes to mind when describing this smooth, poignantly brilliant beverage! Dark, alluring chocolate and yummy,  white marshmallows pair up in an unforgettably brilliant mixed beverage that left me thrilled and primed for a second cupful!!! Mmm  mmmm, good stuff! XXXXXOOOOOO”

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Snippet from review written by an online Penthouse customer and former contributor:

“While relaxing one sultry night in my boudoir I ventured to indulge my palate with a cup of  Berlin Fraulein Hot Cocoa With Marshmallows. As I tore open the slender packet, the tempting fragrance of powdered sugar and finely ground chocolate billowed teasingly into my nostrils in a drift of silky swirls. I found the sensation tempting, without the raunchy ambiance usually found in cocoa sold at my favorite flea markets. Irinia, my gorgeous Russian housekeeper carried in a bottle of boiled which she now offered me, along with a wink and flicker of tongue across her succulent lips.  I poured the water and stirred the mixture until it was frothy and steamy. As I lifted the cup to my desiring lips I was suddenly reminded of the time I bumped into a certain former Vice President -Mr. G- at a party held at the Playboy Mansion. It had been a quietly stimulating  evening, all the more memorable for a visitation by the Swedish Bikini Ski team. Mr. G looked distraught, however, and after he had finished his seventh high-ball I asked him what was troubling him. He said he needed advice and asked if I could help. At my nod he began to tell me about an embarrassing situation involving a lovely masseuse of our mutual acquaintance. Now this young woman was shy but becoming, with the adept hands of a farm-fresh milk maid and the bewitching mouth of a Korean male prostitute. But Mr. G said she had come into possession of a pair of trousers he desperately needed back…”

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Excerpted from a review posted by Dear Beverage Maker, the sometimes-controversial, always tell-it-like-we-think-it-should-be beverage review site:

“Dear Beverage Maker,

first let me thank you for submitting for review your cocoa and marshmallow confection, Berlin Fraulein Cocoa With Marshmallows. It was an exciting opportunity to sample a new product from the renowned maker of such tantalizing products as The Sheik’s Naughty Amaretto Candies and The Gladiator’s Long Lasting Energy Bar, not to mention one of my favorites- the unforgettably tongue teasing Viking Warrior Chocolate Covered Swivel Sticks.

Having said this, it is with regret I must inform you that I found your new beverage lacks everything your preceding products won my heart with.  Sigh. To begin – that fluffy but eye-enticing  picture on the product cover was nothing like the hardcore crap I discovered waiting in the dark recesses of the packet. Upon peeling open the packet I was immediately assaulted by a plume of powdery rubbish that could have sent a less experienced reviewer screaming. The marshmallows -which dominated everything else in the packet- weren’t just generic, they possessed none of the ballsy quality I expect from a white substance that regularly goes into my mouth. Then there was the limpid excuse for chocolate.  I don’t know who you were thinking of marketing this to, but I for one have never been a fan of annoyingly insubstantial flakes. And talk about sweet beyond belief? Oh Jesus, I  might as well have been drinking liquid saccharin!  Now, let’s talk about that circus of dysfunctional supporting minor ingredients you -for whatever irrational reason- deigned to unload on the unsuspecting buyer…”

With the success of the “Twilight” series and the new TV series “The Gates,” it’s obvious our fascination for things paranormal continues. “What evil lurks in the hearts of men”–or women? Well, The Phantom knows–and Inquiring Minds wanna know, too!

Even as I begin a new Amish series of squeaky-clean romances, the kind Beverly Lewis and Cindy Woodsmall have so successfully published, I delve into the secrets and temptations and human inclinations that my characters try to hide from God…the sides of our souls that scurry from the light. Envy, greed, murder, succumbing to temptation…we’re all in there! Our dark sides are never out of reach, really, and my characters in Willow Ridge will strive to admit and forgive these tendencies.

And then there’s the other me who writes erotic romances as Melissa MacNeal. Now that gives my pastor something to pray about! It also gives Christian and inspirational editors pause, and I’m fully aware they won’t buy my work because they feel anything sweet Charlotte writes about must surely be, well–tainted, by that other stuff I publish.

And I’m OK with that! I thank God every day that I’m such a diverse writer, and that this ability to write on both sides of the Dark line has kept me published over the long haul.
(And yes, I’ll eventually get to the Chocolate part I’m taunting you with visually!)

So even as I delve into the soul secrets my new Amish characters are dealing with, my November book, SEXUAL SECRETS, features Maria Palladino and the Darington twins…a 3-way romance they flaunt throughout most of the story, even though their decadence flies in the face of Victorian morality. Once this trio learns about Lady Darington’s dirty little secrets, however, the hero, Jason, decides he wants Maria all to himself and they’ll play it straight once they marry. I suspect that because they’ve given their “badness” a chance to play itself out, they’re ready to give “goodness” a chance…although poor Jude’s none to happy about it!

Is there common ground here? Something that reconciles the desire for redemption with our tendency to be wayward? I found it this morning! And rather than moralize or delve any further into the human condition, I’ll simply say: DARK CHOCOLATE. It’s all you really need to know about heavenly decadence–and here’s a recipe that would delight my Amish baking ladies while satisfying the SEXUAL HUNGER my Victorian lovers create! Devour a couple of these sinfully delicious dark-on-dark cookies and I’m guessing you’ll see the light (or you’ll just keep snarfing them and think “Hey–temptation! Is that a BAD thing?!”

DARK-ON-DARK COOKIES

1 ¼ C. butter or margarine, softened
2 C. sugar
2 eggs
2 tsp. vanilla
2 C. flour
¾ C. Hershey Special Dark cocoa
1 tsp. baking soda
1 bag Hershey Special Dark chocolate chips.

Preheat the oven to 350 degrees. Cream the butter/margarine and sugar, then blend in the eggs and vanilla. Combine the dry ingredients and mix into the dough, adding the chocolate chips last. Drop by spoonfuls onto greased/parchment papered baking sheets and bake 8-9 minutes. Cookies will be soft and puffy. Allow to cool on the sheets about a minute, until they settle around the chips, and then cool on a rack. About 5 dozen.

RWA National Conference is but weeks away and after the terrible flooding in Tennessee, the members are lucky to be going! What a fabulous job the organization did to get us moved within days.

The gigantic (can we say humongous?) Autographing for Literacy is one of my favorite events. http://www.rwanational.org/cs/literacy_autographing

I’ll be there with copies of my HQ Blaze, Possessing Morgan (if still available)

One rockin' road...

I’ll also have my December release from Aphrodisia, Breathless to sign.

December 2009 - Perdition House one more time!

As a bonus, anyone who stops by to visit me will receive a signed cover flat of MEN TIMES THREE complete with an excerpt tucked inside. Credit goes to my husband for suggesting our book cover flats are just big

Coming October 2010!

So, please, if you’re attending this event (Wednesday, July 28, from 5:30-7:30 p.m. at the Walt Disney World® Dolphin Resort, Pacific Exhibit Hall)come find me: I’ll be sitting between Cynthia Eden and Louisa Edwards who I’m sure will have line ups in front of them. I’ll be the lonely blonde wedged between their crowds. Stop by, say Hi and I’ll likely talk your ear off!

Life’s sweet, enjoy it!

Bonnie Edwards

I finally sat down today and started writing Wolf Tales 12. I’ve been thinking a lot about this one since it’s the final book in the current series, and I realized I couldn’t just start it at a point where Wolf Tales 11 leaves off. I decided to jump five years into the future so that I can show a lot of story lines resolved, but as I was getting set to write, I realized that in five years, there HAD to be more babies born! I mean, I left off WT11 with Tala’s twins and Lisa’s daughter’s birth (both are pregnant in Wolf Tales 10) and Keisha and Xandi both considering having more babies, and a few other characters pregnant, and I had a typical, author-like “OH SHIT!” moment.

That lasted about ten seconds before I sat down with my list of characters and figured out who would have babies in the ensuing five years, what sex they’d be, what their names and birthdays and ages were, and all the details that are required to turn imaginary characters into real living, breathing people. I had NO IDEA how much fun that would be, and I can’t wait for you to meet the rest of the next generation of Chanku…once I get them all written, of course! They’ll all be in Wolf Tales 12, along with, hopefully, the resolution to a lot of issues I’ve raised throughout the series. In fact, if you have any questions you want to see answered, I hope you’ll leave them in the comments section below. I really don’t want to risk missing anything!

I got the cover art for Wolf Tales 11 the other day, and as usual, it’s gorgeous! What do you think?
It’s got a different feel from the others–the color scheme is more along the lines of my DemonSlayers books. Not sure if that’s on purpose or just the current “color of the day” for bookcovers, but what I really love is the female model–she looks exactly the way I picture Liana, who has a fairly good role in WT10 and 11. Of course, the guy looks more like Logan Pierce than Adam Wolf, but I’ll take what I can get…and you KNOW how those Chanku are! I’m sure Liana and Logan have diddled at some point…

Wolf Tales 10 is out, and I’m hearing great things from readers. I was a bit worried about this one–killing off a character is frowned upon in romances, but as I told readers, this IS paranormal. Dead doesn’t necessarily mean gone… I can promise a few tears and a lot of smiles with this one, and you will never again hear the phrase, Louiseville Slugger, in quite the same way…

Anyway, that’s about all the news I’ve got for now. My editor assures me that, even though the series is ending with 12, there’s a good chance I’ll be able to bring it back at some point, so I’m tending to think of it more as if I’m just going on hiatus. You know…sort of like killing off characters in a paranormal romance–they might be dead, but they’re never really gone. And please, let me know what story lines you want to see settled. I really appreciate your input, and I’ve discovered that often my readers have much better memories than I do when it comes to the nitty-gritty about my books! I will be following up on those hieroglyphics that were discovered on the cavern walls in the cave beneath Anton’s Montana home (Wolf Tales VII) and telling you more about Lily and her amazing abilities. She’s definitely her father’s daughter! But remind me, if you will, of other things I need to remember. I’ll be picking a few names from those leaving comments to win a free book, so even if you just leave a post saying “HI!” you’re entered!

If you’re 18 or over (yes, they’re WAY hot) check out first chapter excerpts of Wolf Tales 10 and Wolf Tales 11

>I almost forgot! I just heard from Danielle, one of the reviewers at Coffee Time Romance, letting me know that Wolf Tales 10 has been given the CTRR (Coffee Time Recommended Read) award.