Mornin’.

It’s been awhile, I know. That whole real life thing keeps getting in the way. I’m still working valiantly to finish up with the cowboys – we’re in the home stretch! I’m only a chapter and an epilogue away from the finish line and then it’ll be ready for a good proofing and submission. That makes me very happy.

Oh, and it officially has a title:  Homegrown Hearts. Kinda cheesy? Definitely. But it fits because I’m writing light, fluffy contemporary romance with just a little bit of sultriness. It’s all good.

Also, as many of you may already know, one of my publishers shut down last month. That left me scrambling for homes for quite a bit of stuff – most of it the non-romance titles – and that has been mostly accomplished. Nicole at Mocha Memoirs Press was kind enough to give shelter to my poor books left out in the rain, and she’s really moving on them too!

Take a look at the shiny new pretties!

I’m so freaking in love with this cover it’s not even funny. The story shall make its debut at some point in the next week, and I’ll be sure to spam links everywhere.

This one is damn sexy if I do say so myself. Vanessa is definitely jonesing for some action, but it’s not the action she ends up getting at first. I can’t say much else or I’m going to ruin it all. If you want to know what happens, you have to buy a copy when it comes out.

[Insert sweet smile here.]

To go along with it, I’ve been playing on Spotify again. There’s a fabulously awesome playlist I’ve created called Hair Metal Hell eating away at my brain. I have this nutty idea for a rock star romance, and I’m working on the outline for it. It’s in the writing queue, immediately following book three in the Something in the Air series.

If you haven’t caught up on that one yet, I suggest you pick up both books and have a read. The third should be on the e-shelves by the end of the year.

But back to my rock stars…

There have been quite a few conversations recently about various 80’s rock stars and their hair, and it led me to this book about damaged people rebuilding their lives, surviving the hard life, and finding the love they don’t believe they deserve. It’s going to be rough, and it’s going to be deep. I suppose this is the point where I ask you all to wish me luck. I’m going to need it.