Wednesday, August 30, 2006

BAITED book teaser!!!

Here it is: the world premiere of the book teaser for BAITED, my October Bombshell release. I'm going to try to get this on my regular website when it's updated next month, but you'll be among the first to see it at by clicking on the link below. If that doesn't work (and it might not with Firefox), you can search You Tube by typing BAITED book teaser in the search box.

Click here to see the BAITED teaser!


Monday, August 28, 2006

Tah-tah ENTOURAGE-ah

I know some of you out there watch HBO's ENTOURAGE. Yeah, you. You enjoy all the snarky little references to real-life Hollywood gossip. You love Ari Gold the agent and his snake-oil ways. But did you like last the season finale?

I think I did. And I only say I "think" because I'm still not sure. The episode flew by for me, and all the business dodging and feinting by Ari as he attempted to secure a big movie deal for his client, Vince, was really inspired. But the ending left me sort of cold. I mean, who are they kidding in making us think that ENTOURAGE is going to leave Ari out of Vince's everyday life next year? The man just won an Emmy last night, for Heaven's sake, and he's the heart of that show. He's the reason I watch, to tell you the truth. Sure, maybe they're setting Ari up as the "begging guy" or the man who's going to try to win Vince and the boys back into his good graces, but I'm not that excited about this development. I like my Ari naughty and ethically challenged, not redeemed.

Or maybe the ending felt lifeless because it was truly depressing: Vince, our "hero," is at a low point in a career that looked to be gaining strength and superstar power. Ugh, sucker punched by life.

I can't wait six moths, HBO. Gimme my Ari back soon....

Saturday, August 26, 2006

1/4 of the way!

It feels as if I just started the third book in my Vampire Babylon series, but I'm actually a quarter of the way finished. Cool! As usual, I'm freaking out while writing about Dawn Madison and the vampire underground her "team" is hunting. You guys won't have any idea what I'm talking about right now, but come February, when NIGHT RISING hits the shelves, you'll be familiar with Dawn, the ex-stuntwoman whose life takes a turn for the weird when her father goes missing in L.A., and her coworkers. One team member is a psychic/empath named Kiko Daniels, but he's also a "little person" actor who's struggling to make it in Tinseltown. The other coworker is Breisi Montoya, a Mexican-American techo-geek who's hiding some vulnerable secrets behind her quiet, rock-solid exterior. And then there's "the boss," a mysterious guy who refuses to show himself to the team (As Dawn says upon first "meeting" him, he's pulling a "Charlie's Angels" act...but she's not exactly dealing with a regular "Charlie" here. Not even close.).

Writing about these continuing characters is a big challenge, even though you'd think it'd be easier to jump into each story because I'm familiar with my cast. But every book has forced such changes in these people that I don't feel "stable." That's actually a good thing, because this means my buddies are experiencing arcs. But it makes me nervous, too, because I'm not always sure what's around the corner for them. Yes, I do have the plots planned out, but during the writing process, surprises always pop up--surprises that even take me aback every once in a while.

Okay then. I'm off to write chapter 8....

Thursday, August 24, 2006


Want a fun cozy mystery to entertain you? Here's a recommendation: MURDER UNCORKED, by Michele Scott. I just finished this first book in the Wine Lover's series, and I'm going to right out to the store to buy the second, MURDER BY THE GLASS. Michele uses a really cool conceit throughout the books: woven through the mysteries are several recipes and wine pairings. If characters are talking over appetizers, you can be sure you'll find the details for cooking the food after the drama ends in the following mini-chapter. I loved that; it gave me a "bonus" while reading and it enhanced the tone and setting.

Now, Michele is a personal friend of mine, but I had such a good time with this tale that I wanted to share it with you. I'm also reading THE HOLLYWOOD BOOK OF DEATH (research for the vamp book I'm working on) and ULTRA VIOLET, a Bombshell about a woman who discovers she has superheroine-like powers. I'm really enjoying this last one--it starts out with a lot of action and intrigue.

In the meantime, it's back to writing those vamps!

Tuesday, August 22, 2006

Savannah sojourn, part 2

After last night’s creepiness, I awakened bright and early to stroll back into the landmark district. Since I’d joined the Old Town Trolley tour so late the day before, they let me ride again the next day for free. This time, though, I got on and off the vehicle since I was slightly familiar with the town by now. Three guesses where I headed first. That’s right—the cemetery! (See the pix in a previous blog.) And then I explored a few old houses before settling down for tea at the Gryphon Tea Room. I stuffed myself with scones, jam, and clotted cream as well as dainty finger sandwiches. Oh, and I had an awesome tea—Madagascar Vanilla, I think it was called—that comes in second only to the life-transforming Lovergirl violet-vanilla concoction over at Extraordinary Desserts in San Diego.

Three more guesses as to where I might have headed next. No—actually I’m going to give you one guess. That’s right! I went to a house where a murder took place. (See the pic of the Mercer-Williams house in a previous blog. Man, I wish I could’ve taken more photos. Dopey battery.) Throughout the day I kept reading from my HAUNTED SAVANNAH book by James Caskey. Good stories, and they served to excite my imagination. In fact, I came out of that day with an idea for a Savannah vampire story that I might be writing for Amazon Shorts. We’ll see what the old schedule allows me to do.

Then dinner time beckoned. I took a tip from my B&B hosts and went to an off-the-beaten-path restaurant in the Victorian District, which is trying to establish a better reputation, and I’m so happy I did. 514 MLK is a simple yet elegant spot to search out. With brick walls, white linen tablecloths, and a very friendly wait staff, it’s the type of place where you know the food is going to kick ass. Too bad I lost my notes from that night. (Figures.) I can tell you, though, that I had goat-cheese salad (YUM), and a Red Snapper Florentine which was mouthwatering. I followed all that up with a ginger-laced crème brulee. Yes, it was terrific.

Afterward, I decided I wanted the “bells and whistles” type of ghost tour, as opposed to the previous night’s more intimate and straightforward one. The Ghosts and Gravestones tour offered by Old Town Trolley Tours was quite fun, complete with a dramatic driver who spun a great yarn, as well as a ghostly Anne Bonny (an actress) who met us in the cemetery. Now, unless you’re with certain tours, you can’t get past the gates after a certain hour, so that’s one of the reasons I booked with this company. I even got gnawed on by a chigger, so that was a bonus. But, in all seriousness, the best part came when we went to the Weed-Sorrel house, which is said to be one of the most haunted in Savannah. (I think a lot of them say that though.) But, you know what? I got very freaked out here. It wasn’t because they initially put us in a cold cellar and left us by ourselves to watch a short presentation about the place’s history. It wasn’t even because a Sorrel ancestor took us upstairs and related the tragic tale of a supposedly murdered slave and the resulting ghosts that were born from the dark events. No—it was because our guide played a recording taken by a ghost hunting outfit one night. Whether it was real or not, it was disturbing. It featured a woman screaming for everyone to get out and, under all that, you could barely hear a man’s voice warning her to stop. They told us that the recording was on the up-and-up, and that made the experience even creepier.

So, I didn’t sleep well that night.

But when I left Savannah the next morning, on the way back to Atlanta to stay in the Airport Westin (which was awesome! I loved my king-sized bed. It was big and decadent.), I knew I’d be returning for more.

Hopefully soon, too.

Sunday, August 20, 2006

Savannah sojourn, part 1

Savannah, Georgia, or as it’s also known: Haunted Savannah.

Is it any wonder I love this town?

After the RWA National Conference, I decided to meander over to the coast because I don’t make it to Georgia that often. Actually, I never make it there, so I was foaming at the mouth to check out this place that has so often been featured in Travel Channel scary specials.

It was a four-hour drive from Atlanta, and by the time I arrived at my B&B, I was ready to walk. And walk I did. Parting the humidity, I hoofed it through most of the streets until I reached the visitor’s center. One thing that really stood out? The oaks draped with Spanish moss (which I mentioned in yesterday’s blog). Beautiful. Since there were only a few good hours of sightseeing daylight left, I grabbed an Old Town Trolley Tour and sat in peace for the next couple of hours, enjoying the sights. We toodled past the gorgeous squares with their statues and benches, past the historically preserved buildings, past the lazy, slow Southern flow of traffic. (Um, NOT. In Savannah, you will get run over if you’re crossing the street: pedestrians don’t have the right of way here. Truthfully though, I think that’s awesome since I’m always getting frustrated with people who come out of, say, grocery stores, and barrel right out in front of my car instead of looking to see if any traffic is coming. Arck! Pet peeve.) The tour gave me some great background and aided me in what I really wanted to check out in detail later.

So I got hungry, of course, and at the tour’s end, I made my way over to the Olde Pink House, even though I wasn’t dressed for it (the OPH is a bit fancy, and I was wearing shorts and a tank that read “Bite Me” under a picture of a San Diego shark. Clas-say.). Imagine my joy when I discovered that the OPH has a tavern on the bottom floor. When I saw a pair of similarly dressed tourists enter the tavern (minus the “Bite Me,” of course), I followed, figuring the staff could kick us all out at the same time. But, yay!, the nice waiter offered me a seat. And when I found out that they served dinner down there, I about did back flips. The OPH was on my “wish list” for meals, you see. It has a fine reputation, and I’m here to tell you that it’s well deserved. The tavern itself is dimly lit, decorated with mini-chandeliers with little lamps, and a piano near one of the fireplaces. Stained glass on the doors and brick walls add to the lost-in-time feel. Very comfortable, very evocative of days gone by.

Now, allow me to wax on about my grub.

I started off with cornbread, delicate, sweet, fluffy… Oh, my.
Then, I continued with the she crab bisque with sherry. Guys, if you ever make it to Savannah, this is something you should treat yourself to. It’s a bowl of heaven, and I’m not just being goofy here. The dish was smooth, sweet but not cloying, and so creamy that I defy anyone not to sit there and start moaning in ecstasy. Yes, perhaps I am a tad too passionate about some of my food, but this bisque would make a believer out of you, too.
After? How about crab-stuffed grouper bathed in a vinaigrette? Yeah. You know it.
The only negative thing about my dining experience was that I didn’t have room for desert. Dang.

Since my next activity, a ghost tour (Did you think I wouldn’t be all over that?), was hours away, I rested at the B&B. Then I embarked on the Sixth Sense tour, which featured a great storyteller named Chris. (The boy version. And while we’re on the subject of this tour, let me just give a shout out to the great girl working at E’Storia on Bull St. who sold me my ticket. She was incredibly helpful, and the shop itself was full of soaps. I went ga-ga for the Georgia Peach scent.) Chris led us from square to square, the nearly deserted streets having become quite eerie by this time of night. Maybe it's because Savannah is built on the bodies of the dead. To be precise, remember the movie POLTERGEIST and how all the ghosts were upset because their graveyard had been disrespected? That’s what you have here, so I’m not surprised the place is popping with paranormal activity. Chris told us several personally-experienced ghost stories, and we ended the night with a most spine-chilling tale about a man who was tortured by his enemies and left to die on his own steps. It was highly effective while standing in front of the dark house where it took place, let me tell you...

Next time: Savannah, part 2, where I eat some more and do yet another ghost tour. Surprise!

Saturday, August 19, 2006

An experiment with Savannah pix

Here you see my digital camera pix from Savannah--all three of them!!! I know--most awesome picture taker ever. I captured only three images because my battery died and I'd forgotten to bring my charger. Hey, it was enough to remember my phone charger, guys!

At any rate, picture one shows the outside of the Colonial Cemetery. See the Spanish moss-laden trees? Don't stand under them because you'll get all bit up by chiggers. Believe me.
Picture two shows the Mercer-Williams house, which plays a big part in MIDNIGHT IN THE GARDEN OF GOOD AND EVIL. "The murder" was committed here. Jim Williams restored this place (one of many), and it's interesting to see his eclectic tastes play out in the decor.
Picture three is a closer view of the cemetery. Call me strange, but I love to sit in graveyards to reflect on the town I'm visiting. Reading the headstones always provides great insight into the culture and history, too. For instance, you've got some dueling victims in this cemetery. And I found out that during the Civil War, Union troops are said to have vandalized some gravestones, messing with the death dates. Rumor has it that they also emptied some of the crypts of the bodies to seek shelter during a rough winter. Yow.

I'll be back at another time to give you better details about my short but wonderful stay in Savannah!

Wednesday, August 16, 2006


Okay, Savannah will be coming, but I'm inspired to write about this subject today. Indulge me, please, pretty please?

As most of you know, after I write my chapter in the morning, I go to the gym to shake off the writer's spread, then return home to attend to other business. By the time dinner rolls around, I'm ready to mentally shut down. I'm talking about zombie-like shut down, too. My favorite way to do that lately is to watch SMALLVILLE: season one on DVD.

And I'm totally obsessed.

Truly, I haven't felt like this since ALIAS was on. I await each disk from Netflix with held breath, and when I received my bounty last night in the mail, I actually hopped up and down like a dork.

But let's talk SMALLVILLE. Heaven knows why I haven't been watching it--I'm pretty sure it's always been on during other programs and by the time I wanted to get into it, I felt like I wouldn't be able to catch up on the storylines. Hence, I'm trying to watch all five seasons before the year six premiere in late-September. Good luck, me. But can I tell you how much I'm dying to know what's going to happen next? How DARE they leave me with Clark running into that twister to save Lana (yet again. Oy.). And what's going to happen beween Lex and his weird daddy? Oh, and poor Chloe, being ditched at the prom by Clark--you totally knew that was going to happen.

Shall we discuss some of my favorite things about SMALLVILLE?
1. The odd friendship between Lex and Clark.
Every time these two have a scene together, there's an exquisite balance between the dramatic irony of what the audience already knows about the future and what is happening at the present. The sly dialogue references are awesome.
2. Lex.
How cool is it that one of the biggest villains in the comic world is trying to make good? My God, when that old oracle woman had that vision about Lex's future (then died because of the image's horrific content).... Wow. I actually got a shiver up my spine when blood rained down on Lex. In the meantime, my heart breaks as he tries to become his own super man...or at least a better man than anyone expects him to be. An excellent foil for Clark. An excellent build up to a terrible, inevitable outcome, too.
3. And that brings us to...Clark.
Tom Welling. 'nuf said.
4. The sense of humor.
The creators are ON, baby. The color symbolism, using red, yellow, and blue. Clark's wardrobe (and even "Superboy"'s red-shirted wardrobe during the episode in which Clark lost his powers when they were transferred to Shaun Ashmore). All of it is good for a knowing chuckle. I also liked Papa Kent listening to the DUKES OF HAZZARD theme in his truck. Heh.

And how about things that are wearing on my nerves?
1. Lana. Just Lana.
Come on. Yes, she's beautiful, but she's not the shining center of the universe, Clark. When Whitney's dad was hospitalized, do you think maybe you should've expressed sympathy to Whitney himself instead of concentrating on Lana? ("Does Lana know your dad's in the hospital?" WHO CARES?) And, seriously, if Lana is dumb enough to sit in a truck instead of hiding in a deep ditch when a massive twister comes around, please allow her to perish. Okay, that's harsh, but it's only season one and I'm already sick of her character.

Ob. Sessed. I can't wait for my season two disks!

Monday, August 14, 2006


Instead of talking about Savannah, Georgia, today, I thought I should post something far more timely. A travelogue can wait in light of the today's news that Silhouette's Bombshell line has been discontinued and will stop publishing books after January, 2007.

This is really awful for fans and writers alike. I'd created two stories for this line, which features kick-ass women in super mode. In Bombshells, you could read about a spy, a professor who protects artifacts, a special forces operative, a vampire hunter, or even an Everywoman who finds herself in a demanding and testing situation. My first Bombshell, THE HUNTRESS (January, 2005), was that vamp slayer. My second, BAITED (coming out in October, 2006), featured that Everywoman--a marine park pearl diver who must survive a serial killer after her diving party crashes on a remote island. Writing these stories has opened up so many new avenues for me as an individual; it was through Bombshell that I found a challenge and a home for my dark side.

As a reader, I'm doubly disheartened. These are damned good single-title books. It's just too bad they didn't "belong" in any easy category. Where do you shelve stories that don't necessarily have a happy ending for the heroine (or maybe there's a hopeful ending)? In the romance section? Or do you take a chance on putting them with mainstream novels, where stories aren't guaranteed shelf space as they are in the romance category section?

I do hope Bombshell finds new life, a reincarnation of packaging and distribution, because these truly are amazing books across the board. I was really proud to write for this line, so I'm still hopeful something good will come out of the "Bombshell experiment."

In the meantime, I'll be enjoying the remaining releases, right up until they're gone.

Saturday, August 12, 2006

More RWA

So Friday rolled around, and the parties began in earnest.

First, there was the Blaze birthday bash--five years old! Yea, Blaze! (And really, I think the line gets cooler all the time. I love the time travels and paranormals and gothics we're seeing.) Some new covers were posted on the walls--beautiful stuff--and Brenda Chin gave a nice speech then cut the cake. The best part was meeting and catching up with fellow Blaze writers and, of course, readers. There were lots of free books and I got to sign some of them. Meeting you enthusiastic readers is definitely one of the best parts of the job!

Then, more workshops (which I won't bore you with) and to dinner with my Special Edition and Bombshell editor, Susan Litman! We went to a restaurant (shoot, forgot the name) with absolutely delicious stuffed manicotti, chocolate cake, and tiramisu. Um, yum? (BTW, when you hear the word, "manicotti," do you also think of Carmine from LAVERNE AND SHIRLEY singing that weird song to the tune of "Mona Lisa"? Remember that? No? Man, I'm weird.) We gabbed about things we're both passionate about, such as LOST, comic books, movies, and writing. (Duh, right?) And, see, this is another wonderful thing about conference--just chatting with your editors and realizing they're normal people who don't bite, LOL.

And off to the Harlequin party we went. It was at the lovely Ritz Carlton. Let me tell you, H/S didn't disappoint once again. Their parties are the golden ticket of the conference. Not only can you see Nora Roberts dancing the night away, but you get to see everyone dressed to the nines. I, myself, wore a little throwback dress: black with pink polka dots and a crinoline, topped by a halter bodice. My strappy pumps were slammin'. Heh. I love those pumps, even though they kill my tootsies. As I mentioned before, Gena Showalter and Jill Monroe were present to entertain me--if you're at a party with them, you are guaranteed great fun. And my friends Renee and Sasha were CRAZY, somehow entrapping me and forcing me to be a little party monster, too. I'm so impressionable. I even got to chat with OCC-RWA friends whom I haven't seen in a long time since I moved out of California. Sob. Mindy and Sandy, you guys are great!

The next day was a big one, as I had lunch with THE Pamela Harty, my agent, plus Julie Ramsey, our agency's PR person. We brainstormed about PR opportunities regarding Vampire Babylon. If I can do half of what's on my strategy list, I'll be amazed. Hmmm...can anyone out there clone me? Seriously. I'll put aside some money for it. Oh, and BTW, we ate at Ted's Montana Grill, which was incredible. I had the best creamed spinach you could ever hope for, and the salmon was...oh.

At this point, I was pretty overwhelmed with the whole conference vibe, and I'd have to drive to Savannah--a four hour trek--the next day.

So I crashed. Sorry.

But stay tuned for some Savannah talk next blog....

Thursday, August 10, 2006

RWA continued

Before I go into Wednesday at RWA, I wanted to first show you the cover for Alison Kent's INFATUATION, book 3 of the Blaze For a Good Time Call... miniseries!

Love that card.

Now, for Wednesday, when a bunch of Blaze authors and Brenda Chin went a-horse riding. I'm not an experienced rider by any stretch of the imagination (though, years ago, I did take a few lessons for a book I was writing called THE STRANGER SHE MARRIED). Therefore, I was hoping, hoping, praying, praying I wouldn't get a hyper horse. Naturally, I did. I knew there'd be difficulty when ol' Jackie kept wandering farther and farther away from the group as we waited for everyone to saddle up. Jackie just would not listen to the moronic girl on her back. I must say that I can't blame Jackie for testing me, because I essentially had zero confidence as a horse master. I mean, yeesh, I just wanted to plop onto a horse and have it follow the butt of the one in front of it! That's all!

Anyway, after we entered a meadow on the way to the trail, Jackie decided to really start performing. Picture this: the group effortlessly meandering along the meadow and me about one hundred yards away, trying to get freakin' Jackie to go back to the other horsies. Our guide had to ride out and bring me back. Instead of hiding my face in mortification, I instead executed a pretty good Miss America wave to my cohorts. Oh, and can I tell you that Brenda Chin, my Blaze editor, was watching? Way to prove that I'm not a total dork.

Like, five minutes later, Jackie started going off again, and the guide had me switch out with a better rider, namely Brenda. Banished to the back of the line, I made friends with Melanie, my new horse. She was a nibbler, but it was nothing compared to Jackie the scamp. Brenda handled her really well...until IT happened.

We came to a stream and our horses had to step over a log or something. That's when Jackie decided to JUMP. Well, of course, Brenda wasn't ready so there were a few worrisome moments with my editor trying to get off the horse while her foot was stuck in a stirrup. Of course, Super Brenda did her magic and recovered like a pro. She even said afterward that it was no big deal (IT WAS!) and continued the ride with nary a complaint. Truly, she was amazing.

Afterward we all went to lunch and I had some yummy waffle fries. Basically, it's French fries woven together so they resemble a little waffle and then smothered in nacho cheese and cheddar cheese. I'm a total pig.

Then the literacy signing came around, and it was a chance for me to catch up with many a friend. Viva la conference!

Next: the Harlequin party and Friday's happenings

Tuesday, August 08, 2006

RWA Nationals

I said I'd chat about the annual Romance Writers of America conference and I'm here to do that. But, dang, there's so much stuff to tell that I'm going crazy with what to include and what to leave out! Because of that, I'm going to spread the blogging over a few days, okay? Let's start with Tuesday....

Atlanta was the place to go this year, and I'd heard so many stories about the "high crime rate" and scariness of the city that I was wary. But you know what? I really liked it! When I travel, I get an immediate vibe about my location, and Atlanta gave me a cool one. To make matters even better, I got to the wonderful Marriott Marquis (Folks, they define customer service--awesome!) on Tuesday night, just in time to hop on the bus to attend a soiree my agency was hosting. We traveled about an hour outside the city to a darling little town where Deidre Knight and Pamela Harty spend their days. You guys should've seen the sweet bungalow that houses the Knight Agency (go to for pictures and their blog). And these women know how to treat guests: there was a tent decorated with fairy lights in the back yard, and it was filled with champagne mimosas (laced with a Georgia peach, of course) and incredible food. The highlight was a smoked salmon that I couldn't stop shoving down my gullet, and there was even a side table where a lady made hush puppies while telling us the folksy origins of the food. The same went for the praline table--yum. Naturally, I forgot to bring my camera (and that's why I'm known as the worst picture taker on Earth), but if you go to, you'll see pics of the festivities. Warning: I'm in one of them. Hee. Just access Karm's picture section.

I hung out a lot with Mary Leo, humor-romance writer extraordinaire, and Karmela, who writes about major kick-ass women. And it was a bonus to see Gena Showalter and Jill Monroe (I'll be talking more about them when I write about the Harlequin party!). Of course, I had some time to chat with my agent, Pamela, who's always a riotus magnolia. (If you met her, that would make total sense.)

All in all, it was a great time--civilized and hilarious. But the next day wasn't quite so sedate, for I'd be going horseback riding with my Blaze editor, Brenda Chin, and some other Blaze writers....

Sunday, August 06, 2006


Before I go into the RWA report, I thought I'd be timely and post a little review about a movie I saw this weekend. It hasn't gotten a ton of publicity on the mainstream front, although the subject of how good this flick is definitely got around Comic-Con. You've heard me talk about the film before in my Comic-Con report: it's THE DESCENT. I'd mentioned that I really wanted to see it, especially after the Lionsgate panel showed us a scene.

Was it as scary as I was hoping?


In fact, I came out of the theater all tensed up, and I realized that I'd been this way throughout the entire film. You could've struck me with a tiny hammer and a high C note would've sounded from my body.

Let me tell you why. The action follows a group of six bombshell women--extreme sports enthusiasts--who decide to go "cave diving." What they don't realize is that their fearless friend and leader has decided to take them to an uncharted cave, so when an accident cuts off their only known exit, things begin to go to hell in a handbasket. Really: things go from great, to bad, to worse, to very VERY bad. What follows is not just a movie--it's an experience. When you see the poster in the lobby and a reviewer is quoted as comparing this movie to ALIEN, that's not a joke. But I actually think that THE DESCENT is more of a combination of ALIEN and ALIENS, the sequel--two very different, but highly effective, movies. ALIEN (the first film) was an atmopheric nightmare, filled with an oppressed sense of doom and horror. It's truly one of the best scary movies ever. ALIENS (directed by James Cameron) was more of a blazing action/adventure trip through hell, and while it doesn't contain the same quiet terror as the first movie, I remember shrinking in my seat, so struck with dread that I watched half the movie through my fingers. What a ride. THE DESCENT takes the heavy, oh-my-god-what's-coming-next creepiness of the first film and mixes it with the balls-out action of the second. It's an experience you should absolutely partake of on a big screen.

You guys know how many scary movies I watch, so when one comes around that makes me literally jump out of my seat (more than once, too), you know I'm not recommending it lightly. THE DESCENT is gory--very, very gory indeed--so it's not for everyone. And if you don't like to be stressed out during a movie, don't go. In fact, there's one moment that even had me struggling to breathe in those caves; the film is that effective.

So have fun with it and sleep well afterward....

Friday, August 04, 2006


I'm putting off talk of the RWA conference just a little longer so I can bring you this special bulletin instead....

HERE'S THE COVER I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I love the moodiness, with the palm trees against the stormy sky. It's a good reflection of the noir L.A. setting. And the depiction of the heroine, Dawn Madison? Dead on. She's an ex-stuntwoman back in town from a personal exile to track down her missing father. Okay, maybe she isn't as "plain" as I envisioned her, but she's really close.

This should look great as a trade edition cover when it hits the shelves in February. Seeing this really revs me up to write the third installment in the series (which I'm starting to plot today).


Wednesday, August 02, 2006


Oh, boy, has it been a long, wonderful week!

As you know, I went to the RWA National convention, then over to Savannah, Georgia. Since I just returned home, I'll be writing about those adventures later in the week, especially since I want to share something even more exciting first!

Here it is, folks--the cover for BAITED (Bombshell, October, 2006)!

You like? I like! I'm definitely down with the "exhilarating, white-knuckle thriller" part. How cool is that??? I call the story "island gothic," and Silhouette likes to say it's an "atmopheric thriller." As soon as I get my act together, I'll be blogging more about this story. Also, the teaser from COS Productions will be hitting the 'net soon, too. You're going to love it, I think.

BTW, I got an email from Jennifer (who's also known by JenO on the eharlequin boards--Hi, Jen!). It was in response to my reference to Rachel Blake in my Comic-Con LOST panel post. Remember how I talked about that weird chick who started yelling at the writers about the Hanso Foundation? Well, it seems that she was a plant indeed, and Jen directed me to for the scoop about Rachel. If you go there, too, you'll be able to witness the "confrontation" at Comic-Con. It's pretty funny.

Until later...