Well the big day with the jolly guy in red has come and gone. I hope you had a fab time with family and friends and Santa delivered some great goodies. This year I decided not to give STUFF, but chose things like passes to the Snowplanet – an indoor skiing place not far from here, and a booklet of movie passes. Sometimes I think we just get too much stuff and it becomes claustrophobic.
Isn’t it great when you get exciting news and you just want to share it? Well, I’ve got a double dose of it.
First off – I recently got word that I had sold The Bachelor Prince to Entangled Publishing. This is a new category romance market publisher (mostly of ebooks) and they are super successful. I’m so thrilled to be with Entangled. The Bachelor Prince will be released in June 2013.
And secondly…. three of my books - No Sex Necessary, The Sheikh’s Proposal and In Love with the Sheikh have been sold to a Manga company in Japan. No release date or covers yet. Manga if you don’t know it is a Japanese style of comic strip which is in novel form and covers all genres, not just the young adult market.
The New Year is virtually upon us and I know you all start thinking about goals for the New Year. The thing is we often make them and then by about the end of the first week they’ve gone by the wayside.
I’ve got lots of exciting things happening in my writing world for next year. Today I contracted a wonderfully talented web lady to pull my site apart and re do it. She’s also going to teach this seriously technically challenged writer how to manage her own web site. I mean really folks, I learned to type a millennium ago on a manual typewriter, so this gal has come a long way!
Then in February, all going well, I’m going to launch a blog a week giveaway. What I aim to do is reach out to you all. Who wants a free book! Yep, it’ll be contests and just plain old give aways because I want to, and interviews with some fabulous writers of all genres. Gotta get this all organized yet, but it will happen. So, they’ll be lots going on in my world for y’all.
And just in case you’re still in the Santa mode, here’s an excerpt of Desperately Seeking Santa. (and yes I got the idea of the title from the Madonna movie!)
EXCERPT – DESPERATELY SEEKING SANTA
“Mrs. Santa’s pissed. The whole bottle this time. You’ve got to do it, Mandy. You’re the only staff I can let loose on those...”
Mandy Brooks’ boss leveled his gaze on the raucous tide of children already beating a hasty path through lingerie, jewelry and the cosmetics counters with one destination in mind.
He turned decidedly green as each sticky hand sideswiped the delicate lingerie in passing.
Mandy knew the color well. In fact she was intimate with it right at this moment. Play Santa’s helper? Hell no.
“You are joking, right? Me. Wear that!” With distaste clearly souring her mouth she picked up the infamous Mrs. Santa’s costume. Infamous because there was barely anything of it. “Lordy, if this was a fancy dress party, or some sleazy bar, I’d understand, but why subject kids to this?”
“It was all they had left.” Fraser Maxwell’s tone took on a decided whine; a sound she’d come to recognize, and hate over the last eighteen months of working at Wentworths. Thank God he was leaving, sectioned off to another of the exclusive store’s outlets. The buzz was there was a new owner. Hence Maxwell didn’t want to look bad and she had to play Santa’s sidekick, Mrs. S.
Damn it. Mandy hated Christmas. Everyone having fun. Spending far too much. Leaving.
Shut that thought off, Brooks. Mandy clamped down her frustration. Shame she couldn’t do the same thing to her brain. But hell, it was the same every year. Every Christmas. Memories. Man, she hated them.
You made them, don’t forget.
As if! She didn’t do Christmas. It was a time for family, fun and friends, and she had decided five long years ago the whole kit and caboodle was definitely overrated.
That’s because Tate Sullivan dumped you.
Did not. She’d been the dumpee, she argued silently.
Yeah, but on Christmas Day. Not a good look, Brooks.
She silenced the internal argument because right now she had a different problem. One look at Maxwell and his oversized belly protruding over a definitely too tight belt and she knew his suggestion was no joke. His sour face dared her to refuse.
She tried a different tack. “But I’m the assistant manager.”
“Exactly my point,” he reiterated. “Your job is to fix problems.”
“And I can fix it by wearing this?” She dangled the offending skimpy number in front of her.
“Well, what are you waiting for?”
“For a way out,” she answered truthfully.
Her boss offered her no hint of sympathy and mopped his sweaty brow with a once white handkerchief. “There isn’t, not if you want to stay employed at Wentworth’s,” he said destroying any remaining smidgen of hope.
Bug eyed, Mandy realized she had been soundly roped into a corner. She didn’t like it. Oh, no siree, not one little bit, but what’s a career girl to do?
Whatever it takes, Mandy Brooks. Whatever!
“Thank goodness it only comes once a year,” she grumbled and sidestepped Maxwell.
“Don’t forget your costume.”
Mandy stilled. Damn. She’d hoped he’d forget it and she could have chosen something a tad more discernable.
She eyed the outfit with increasing distaste. “I’m not wearing...”
“Oh, yes you are.” He snapped his fingers. “Come on, time is money, your money, if you get my drift.”
Oh she got it all right. She snatched the offending outfit from his chubby fist and stomped off to the ladies’ bathroom. She could have gone to the changing rooms, but there was no way on this earth she would change into Mrs. Santa’s outfit, something out of a Victoria’s Secret catalogue, in front of other shoppers.
Ensconced in the ladies’ bathroom, Mandy shucked out of her suit. Her very expensive Armani suit. Okay, so it was a knock down, but it was Armani nevertheless.
“And I have to replace it with this.” She held up the tasteless outfit between forefinger and thumb.
The dress was short. Far too short.
She yanked the zip down and slipped it over her head. The silk caressed her skin as it slid down her length.
This...was...oh, my God, it virtually had no front. The neckline plunged low and the barely there boa feather covered...well, hell fire, absolutely zip. Nada.
This was bad. Very, very bad.
Hoping you all have a great new year, have a glass of bubbly for me!
Best wishes for the New Year and many blessings to you all.