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Archive for the month “August, 2007”

Tagged by Bridget Midway

Thanks, Bridget!

Four jobs I’ve had or currently have in my life:
1. writer (current)
2. proofreader for medical journals
3. receptionist and production asst. at a magazine
4. waitress

Four countries I’ve been to:
1. Mexico
2. Canada
3. Jamaica
4. USA

Four places I’d rather be right now:
1. any bookstore (preferably looking at a face-out copy of one of my books)
2. England
3. at a spa
4. at HP5 in IMAX

Four foods I like to eat:
1. pizza
2. Ben & Jerry’s Chubby Hubby
3. maple sugar
4. well-aged cheddar

Four personal heroes, past or present:
1. Rick Springfield
2. Laura Holt from Remington Steele
3. Cathy Maxwell
4. Nora Roberts

Four books you’ve read or are currently reading:
1. Grave Peril by Jim Butcher
2. Passionate Ink by Angela Knight
3. The Secret of the Old Clock by Carolyn Keene (original version)
4. Organizing for the Creative Person by Lehmkuhl & Lamping

Four words or phrases you would like to see used more often:
1. “I’ve cleaned my room, Mom.”
2. “Your son is a dream to have in my classroom.”
3. “Spend as much as you need to, dear.”
4. (stealing this from Bridget…) New York Times bestselling author Shara Lanel

Four reasons for ending a friendship:
1. sucking the life out of you (ie. expecting to spend every second with you)
2. Can’t be trusted with your secrets
3. Makes snide comments under the guise of jokes
4. Undermines your self-esteem

Four smells that make you feel good about the world:
1. boiling maple sap
2. baking banana bread
3. fresh cut grass
4. honeysuckle

Four favorite cartoons from your childhood:
1. Jetsons
2. Scooby Doo
3. Bugs Bunny
4. School House Rock

My question: Four fave TV shows from your teen years:
1. Friday Night Videos
2. Remington Steele
3. Simon & Simon
4. Scarecrow & Mrs. King

And now whom to tag? How about Sapphire Phelan, Paige Burns and Sherrill Quinn!



Remington Steele does it for me!

Remington SteeleI love my local library! Why? Because they stock all the latest DVDs from TV series. They get a lot of movie DVDs too, but it’s the BBC, PBS, and old TV series that I’m really excited about. Sadly I seem to have exhausted their supply of Poirot, Miss Marple, and Midsomer Murders. I just finished the first season of Criminal Minds and…horrors…the second season isn’t on DVD yet (that’s where Tivo comes in)! And I’ve put Murder in Suburbia, Season 2 on reserve. I’m #2 on the list.

But what I just finished watching was all five seasons of Remington Steele. Remember that one? Stephanie Zimbalist and Pierce Brosnan. I racked up some fines trying to get through all of them. They did 22 episodes a season! I mean, USA gets away with doing 6 episodes of Monk before going on hiatus! Remington ran from 1982-1987. I’m giving away my age when I say I started watching it in middle school and went on loving it through high school. I’m sure it shaped my attitudes about women in the work place even more than Charlie’s Angels. (Good thing!)

Now that I’ve got all five seasons fresh in my memory, I realize the first season was the best, and that was because of Murphy. I loved the tension between him and Remington as they fought for Laura’s affections. He was dropped the next year–anyone know why?–and replaced with Mildred. I like Mildred, but come on, she’s just not as cute!Murphy

After one particular episode where Laura kept getting called the “little lady” and pinched in the butt, I found myself thinking about female detectives on TV today. Laura invented Remington to get respect in the PI field. I don’t think anyone would need to do that today. We’ve come a long way from bra burning! Think of Mariska Hargatay in Law & Order: SVU or Catherine Willows from C.S.I. What a different view that gives teen girls on women in law enforcement!

Remington and LauraThe other fun thing about Remington, though, was the 80s fashions. The first season tended to stay more classic, keeping Laura in masculine-style outfits and Remington in classy suits reminiscent of classic movies. As the seasons went along, Laura got more feminine, but then she also got more “vogue” with gigantic shoulder pads, headbands, leotards, and other signs of the times. At least they stuck with the classic car!

 But alas, I’ve watched the last disc and turned them into the library. Now the only thing I have left is a DVD on the Secret Service and one on SWAT, but those are due today. Thank heavens my Voyagers! DVD came in from Amazon, and Dad loaned me Greatest American Hero, so I don’t have to end my strolls down memory lane.



From my new release at New Concepts Publishing:

For a moment the bus interior returned to silence, so Casey glanced out the window again. A tractor eased down the road in front of the bus, infuriating Nando. He gestured at the farmer and spoke in rapid Spanish, words Casey was sure she didn’t want to know. To the left of the road was a small town with boxy flat-roofed buildings and a dirt road traveling down the center hemmed in by ancient American cars. Scrawny, dark-haired children played soccer in the street.
The slow movement of the bus allowed Casey to take in the whole scene. At the town entrance, an old man struggled to lift something onto a truck. Two younger men lounged on barrels nearby, smoking and jeering, not lifting a finger.

 That poor man, Casey thought, touching the window with her fingertips. Her power radiated through the glass before she’d even made the conscious decision to help, as it always did. The sack the old man had been struggling with flew out of his hands and into the air in an arc, landing with a thump on the truck bed. All three men jumped back and stared, amazed.

 A hand touched Casey’s shoulder, so she jumped, too.

 “Did you see that?” Parker’s sexy voice whispered against her ear.


 The hand settled more firmly, heat radiating from it through Casey’s shoulder and down her arm.

 “Don’t tell me you didn’t see that.”

 “Oh, that sack. Is that what you mean?”

 “Yes.” Was that suspicion she heard in his voice?

 “That was something, wasn’t it? That old man must be stronger than he looks.” The three Mexicans were rattling on in Spanish and gesticulating wildly.

 Parker fought the window down and listened to the voices over the roar of the engine. The hand on her shoulder tightened its grip. “The old man says he didn’t lift the sack at all. It just flew out of his hands.”

 “Amazing.” Casey thought the high-pitched quality of her voice betrayed her, but secretly she was pleased. The younger men now viewed the old man with interest and perhaps a bit of respect.

 “Finally!” Nando exclaimed from the front of the bus. Casey glanced to the right and watched the tractor turning into a field. It was barely off the road when Nando gunned the engine, throwing Casey back into Parker’s arms. Her weight caused him to lose his balance. He fell against the seat, his arms wrapping around her waist and holding her secure. All questions about flying sacks of grain were forgotten.

 The bus barreled down the road with no thought of avoiding ruts or holes. Parker became Casey’s seatbelt, cushioning her against his lap after each jounce, making her feel warm and tingly all over. She grew extremely aware of his breath on her ear and of his solid thighs against her legs. If she was a wise woman, she would apologize and move away, but she’d never been known for her wisdom, at least where men were concerned anyway. Even when she knew she couldn’t have sex with them.

 After a moment Casey noticed that she was having a definite effect on Parker, as well. His chest pressed against her back and she could feel his heart race. His breath seemed to catch a bit, but the primary evidence pushed against Casey’s bottom.

 Whoa, she’d just met this man! Did she want his erection pressing against her ass? A dirty jouncing bus seemed like the wrong place for any sort of making out. And she shouldn’t lead him on when she knew it would all end badly.

 She made to stand, to slide off murmuring an apology, but Parker’s arm tightened, snuggling her down even further against his legs and his boner. Something kindled in Casey’s stomach and she clenched her thighs unconsciously. If only she were normal… With his free hand, Parker tucked a wisp of hair behind her ear. Then she felt his lips there, just a brush. Her heart stopped and she held her breath.

 Would he kiss her more?

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SECRETS & SPIES released!

S&S coverGovernment agents shadowing your every move, a superstitious boss
firing you after you save his ass, a boyfriend running from your
weirdness—how many ways can telekinesis screw up your life? Quite a
few if you’re Casey Summers, a mostly normal person in serious need
of a vacation.

When she `wins’ a free vacation in Mexico, Casey figures it’s time
to `get in touch’ with her inner self—figure out how to control the
powers she has no control over instead of letting her telekenisis
control her life. Her vacation spot is overrun by spies, though. Then
the distraction of what undercover agent, Parker Nelson, wants to do
with Casey under the
covers proves … well, distracting, and oh so fun, and far more
dangerous than she’d figured on.

SECRETS & SPIES is a full-length action-packed super sexy romance
available at New Concepts Publishing!

Read the excerpt at:


I love this book–it was so much fun to write!


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