Monday, July 30, 2007

On the Road Again!

The big ole EC Tour Bus is gettin' ready to roll into Pennsylvania. Mark your calendars and come out to see us at the booksignings!


August 4th - 11:00am-1:00pm
Borders Express, 828 Park City Center, Lancaster, PA 17601
Participating Authors:
Liddy Midnight, Cris Anson, Judy Mays, Jennifer Dunne, Ann Wesley Hardin & Tara Nina


August 4th
- 2:00am-4:00pm
Borders (across the street from the mall), 940 Plaza Blvd., Lancaster, PA 17601
Participating Authors:
Lorie O'Clare, Liddy Midnight, Cris Anson, Judy Mays, Tara Nina, Ann Wesley Hardin & Jennifer Dunne


August 4th
- 6:00pm-8:00pm
Borders Express, Rt. 724 & Rt 100 Bypass, Coventry Mall, Pottstown, PA 17464
Participating Authors:
Liddy Midnight, Cris Anson, Tara Nina, Ann Wesley Hardin, Judy Mays & Jennifer Dunne


August 5th
- 12:00pm-2:00pm
Borders Express, 1665 State Hill Road, Reading, PA 19610
Participating Authors:
Liddy Midnight, Cris Anson, Judy Mays, Ann Wesley Hardin & Jennifer Dunne


August 5th
- 3:00pm-5:00pm
Borders (across the street from the mall), 1075 Woodland Road, Reading, PA 17610
Participating Authors:
Lorie O'Clare, Liddy Midnight, Cris Anson, Ann Wesley Hardin, Judy Mays & Jenifer Dunne


Saturday, July 28, 2007

Gone Tubing!



A whole mess of us are going to take our chances on the churning whitewaters of the Delaware today. It's a test of human endurance. A moral challenge between man and nature!

Only the strongest will survive!

Well, I tried. Actually a handful of people die every year on the river, but where we go it's only about three feet deep. The dangers are slim. Although my regular readers will remember that last year child number one and I almost fought to the death over the fifty bucks we found in a ziploc bag, suspended from a branch.

I hope we find some dinero this year cuz I am flat broke.

What are you doing this weekend?

Wednesday, July 25, 2007

We Have a Cover!


Hot dayum. I love it!

And the Earthlings thought their sexual activity carried health risks...

Inappropriate lust for a sexy, recovering addict makes Dove Hansen wonder about her choices in men. Maybe she'll stick with her anonymous dream lover after all. He might not exist but at least he's sober and their ethereal couplings leave her panting. Still, she's gonna lose it if she doesn't get some with a human.

Mark Arianos isn't a junkie. He's a fugitive alien strung out on Earth air. In his world, sex is a capital crime and his uncontrollable passion for Dove could turn lethal. So their out-of-body trysts keep insanity at bay while he fulfills a critical mission.

But the longer Mark dallies with Dove, the deeper their attachment grows. Soon he must choose between betraying her or risking his civilization, and his life, to give her more than a lick and a promise.

Mystery Man Does Out of This World

My fun, flirty and ever so intelligent friend, Mystery Man has gone and reviewed Out of This World on his blog:

You know you’re in for a good time when you order an erotic novel you know nothing about just because you know the author and you peak inside the cover to discover some great critical praise:

“A hilarious book that will have you chuckling throughout.”

“Sexy and funny, Out of This World is absolutely entertaining!”

A funny erotic novel? People write that?

We discover Arnie Simpson, a sexy, brilliant, (and perhaps extra terrestrial?) mechanic who works on Cessna airplane engines in a small town. A plane lands. Arnie looks up. A woman steps out. “She had an unusual aura surrounding her that he could plainly see. It seemed to undulate and vibrate. Were those her emotions? Her thoughts? Whatever the visible energy emanating from her was, it was doing outlandish things to his dick.”

Hehehe...

Say “hello” to Ann Wesley Hardin.

Read the rest...

I'm pleased and honored, MM. You da best!

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Sunday, July 22, 2007

A Hello, a Goodbye and a Thank You

On Friday we buried my ex father-in-law. His only wish was to get his military send-off. Watching the care taken by the Honor Guard during the flag ceremony was incredibly touching and reminded me of how ceremony can have such a powerful meaning in our lives. Here are some pics:
Cue Taps...


It took several minutes to fold and tuck...

A solemn salute...
On behalf of the president of the United States... (we decided he meant FDR and Truman *gg*)

in gratitude for his service to his country...

Not a dry eye in the house.

My father is buried in the same national cemetary. It's been ten years and I've never visited his grave because it's a four hour nightmare of a drive. But while we were there, we found him...

Hi dad! Can I ride on your shoulders one, last time?

Over a thousand WWII vets die daily. Calverton alone hosts one hundred and fifty veteran funerals per day. At one point we joked about this being a drive-in funeral -- Drive 'em in, drop 'em off. The priest-on-call carried a plastic squirt bottle of Holy Water and spent his life running from casket to casket. I found it amusing.

But it's sobering to see the lines of hearses, and the rows upon rows of perfectly aligned white headstones. One of the graves near my dad's was occupied by a twenty-two year old soldier who'd been killed a couple of weeks ago in Iraq.

That's alot of sacrifice. For that, I was not amused and for that, I give thanks.

Thursday, July 19, 2007

Thirteen Reasons to Visit the Belfry Collective



1) Heather Rae

2) Lyn Cash

3) Dee Tenorio

4) Kate Rothwell

5) Summer Devon (Kate Rothwell's smutty alter ego)

6) THIS! Christine (she lives at the North Pole!)

7) Donica Covey

8) Alexis Fleming (she owns a motel in Australia!)

9) Merry Stahel (she just spent several weeks undercover in Saudi Arabia!

10) Bronwyn Parry (she won a Golden Heart AND she has kangaroos in her backyard!

11) Catherine Berlin

12) Kris Starr

13) Liz Wolfe

Plus a few more reasons...


1. Gabrielle

2. Heather

3.
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Wednesday, July 18, 2007

Resurfacing

We've been absent for a while, but The Belfry Collective has a new blog! It's really more like a cheap website, but don't tell anyone I said that.

Anyway, people have asked for it. They actually missed it! So if you're one of those people, go look!

Tuesday, July 17, 2007

Hiding...

In the dumbass dept. of life I've just committed a major blooper. I joined Shelfari and accidentally sent invites to everyone on my gmail list. Everyone. Including banks, associations, mailing lists, places where I'd applied for a job...

Just shoot me.

Monday, July 16, 2007

What the hell, Addie!



John Henry Newton, July 26th, 1923 - July 16th, 2007

Sweet dreams!

Sunday, July 08, 2007

Summer Shut Down


Gonna take a break here until it's time for the great promo push. Until then, have a good one!

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Saturday, July 07, 2007

A Long Strange Trip

In the Great Office Clean-out I came across a few packets of letters and printed e-mails and sat down to read them.

The first stack contained all the congratulatory notes I received from friends and colleagues when I got my first contract for Layover. They were a gas to read, I got choked up reliving the excitement, all the "we knew you'd do it"s and "no one deserves this more"s. Hearty backslaps from everyone whose shoulders I'd whined on for five years.

At the bottom of the stack was the letter from Bree, my editor, welcoming me to Ellora's Cave - that momentous email that'd come at the end of the night, right before I shut the computer down.

The next packet were notes of support I'd gotten over the years from fellow aspiring authors as well as published ones. Authors who'd read snippets of my stuff, or seen a few pages in a contest or critique, or read a Jenny Crusie book and wrote specifically to tell me my unique writing voice was reminiscent of her earlier stuff (Shannon, that was you!). There was a note from Kate Walker, who honored my alter ego The Bat Dame by putting her in a book. And several from Valerie Parv, who told me the first unpublished chapter of Coffee, Tea or Lea? really "sang" and was head and shoulders better than anything else of mine she'd ever read. I had notes from people I didn't even know telling me something they'd seen of mine was memorable, that they wanted to kill me for being able to write like that *gg*.

Those letters were what kept me going when I was ready to give up.

Then I got to the last pile. A thick envelope stuffed with rejections, revision letters and old queries and drafts that made me cringe. I read them all anyway and they catapulted me back in time to those desperate, trying, work-a-holic days. I had notes on what publishers were currently looking for, how to craft a scene, calls for submissions, announcements that all the Harlequin lines I targeted were closing...I think I knew more about the biz then than I do now!

I'm so glad I saved all those things, the paper trail of a long journey that ended successfully. But what stands out most is the encouragement from friends -- like little oases in the desolation.

Man, what a long, strange trip it's been. What about you? Did you keep a paper trail of any journey you've taken? Have you revisited the places you were and the people you met lately? What did you find?

Wednesday, July 04, 2007

Happy Independence Day!

Monday, July 02, 2007

A Break from The Break

I made it into the final round of the Samhain Best First Line Contest! Yay! Like Rocky, I went the distance and that's good enough for me. At least I know this book has generated some interest *gg*. Here's the complete, final five-line entry:

Dogs of War: Urban Fantasy Romance

"The dog shoplifts."

Sandra Morton eyeballed the German Shepherd sitting on the sidewalk outside her house -- a glossy black-and-tan, big-boned beauty and, according to Seeing Eye liaison Tom Crane, a terminal kleptomaniac.

Tom shifted his weight from foot to foot precisely twenty times and pleaded, "Don't say you can't cure him."

Over the past several months, her Powwower's empathy had already alerted Sandra that in the revitalizing neighborhoods of Philadelphia and beyond, anxiety disorders were the new black.

There was something in the air, and on this placid spring day, Sandra precognized it bore no resemblance to love.