If you didn’t get the gift you wanted, buy yourself a hot and heavy story to make your night steamy. Man of Few Words is available exclusively on Kindle until April!
Based on the random number generator at Random.org, the winners are Mia Downing and Rush. I’ll contact you to make sure that I have your correct email address before sending your
$10 Amazon.com gift card. You can use it on Christmas Eve when my newest erotic romance Man of Few Words comes out on Amazon.com.
Thanks to everyone for leaving a comment.
I fell down on doing what I was supposed to do–participate in the The Blog Hop Spot’s Purrfectly Giftastic Christmas. This is very unlike me. I am so very, very sorry.
I could blame my oversight on so many things. Let me name them.
- A bevy of house repairs has been inundating me lately. Money, money, money and attention out the door.
- I am on the side of the Grinch. The holidays aren’t my thing, so I tend to put them off to the last moment. That shopper on Christmas Eve? That’s me. Be kind. We have emotional issues about this time of year.
- My calendar on my computer reverted back to another year, making my days all messed up.
- Did I mention that I hate this time of year?
Putting all that aside, I am still giving away two $10 gift certificates to Amazon.com. Just leave a comment about anything. I can’t be choosy after being so late.
People who live in and around New Orleans have some serious culinary traditions. From gumbo to mirlitons to when you can and cannot eat oysters, I have learned so much about food by living here.
One tradition that I will take with me always is having red beans and rice on Mondays. I’ve heard that this dish became the norm for Mondays due to a woman’s schedule for the household. Monday was for laundry, which meant not much time for heavy duty cooking. Beans and rice were easy to put over the fire and watch as the ladies were getting the clothes and linens clean. (I’m not even going to get into the gender role problems, because this was when men refused to realize that women were awesome.)
I love the way that most people make red beans and rice around here, with ham rendered down for the base and the sausage served on the side, but I’ve got family members who aren’t all in to that. So, I experimented.
I came up with my own way of cooking red beans and rice that are vegetarian (important for one of my children) and low sodium (important for my husband, well, for all of us). You can get that recipe from The Wild Rose Press along with plenty of others. Click on the image, and you’ll get right to where you can download it. Happy Eating!
Sale at The Wild Rose Press, including my stories. Do something to make me happy, please. I’ve had an awful week.
It’s traditional to share what we, as Americans, are thankful for on this day where we celebrate the help that the Pilgrims received from the Wampanoag. Currently, I’m not in a place where I feel much thankfulness at all. We are currently in the awkward family moments stage of holidays here in Whistler land.
Yet, I have to give thanks for these awkward times, because from it I have plotted out a story. When I’m done with it, no one will recognize the situation that gave birth to the plot, but I will know.
I’ve done this before when something unfortunate happened to me. That story, Big Bad Easy, will be published with The Wild Rose Press.
I suppose this means that I must look for the silver plot in every black cloud that hovers overhead. May you have a Happy Thanksgiving, and if not, may you have an inspiring one.
Today, I had the chance to meet readers and talk with a woman I met last year at the Heart of Louisiana’s annual Readers’ Luncheon. The ladies that sat at the table with me had great questions and even better thoughts about what made stories interesting to them. I was even able to appreciate why a reader liked a certain series of books that make my face contort into a mask of ugliness. Conversations like that open up a world to all of us and challenges the thoughts that we’ve ingrained into our brains.
It’s always great to talk to other authors, but perhaps the best part of today was talking to a reader who gave me feedback, face to face, about the stories that I’ve written that she’s read. Y’all I had a glow all the way home. It’s fueling an amazing amount of words flowing from my fingers this night.
My advice to you is that if you liked a story, tell the author. Either email him or her. Leave a review where you bought the book or tag them on Twitter. You’ll be giving sweet, lovely words to fill that author’s emotional well. We all need a little of that.