A Cover and an Excerpt!


She gave her hair one more pass with the brush and glanced in the mirror.
This isn’t a date. So why did it matter how she looked?
Her heart did a little tap dance. It mattered because James would arrive any minute to pick her up for dinner. The doorbell rang and Wally launched into his happy dance. His back half flopped from side to side, and his giant fluffy tail whipped through the air.
“Sit.” She pointed a finger at him and he immediately dropped his rear. That was another benefit to adopting an adult dog. They came fully trained.
She twisted the doorknob and pulled it open.
The sight of him tied her in knots. He was gorgeous in his khakis and a button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up. A day’s worth of stubble dotted his chin and his gray eyes drank her in.
The room spun for a second. Without thinking she stepped forward to inhale his masculine, sandalwood-tinged scent and gripped his arm for support. She stared at him and fumbled for something to say. She could have sworn his lips were drawing her in, daring her to taste them.
Her stomach lurched and she dropped her eyes to the ground.
Not a date. She took a step back, then spun to grab her purse.
“Is this your dog?” The low rumble of his voice made her pulse skip.
She steeled herself before she turned her attention back to him. “Yes. This is Wally.”
People loved Wally. He was big enough to look intimidating but worked himself into a state of pure bliss every time he encountered a person. The only threat with Wally was the possibility of being accidentally whipped by his wagging tail.
“What kind of dog is he?” James knelt and Wally rested his head on James’s shoulder.
“Ummm, big fluffy black dog?” People asked all the time, and it was the best answer she’d been able to come up with. “There’s a rescue in New Jersey called Last Chance Resort.
They pull dogs from high-kill shelters in the South and transport them for adoption. I saw his face on their Facebook page and fell head over heels in love. They helped me adopt him and now he’s my baby.” She leaned over and rubbed Wally’s soft ears. He’d come closer to running out of time than she liked to think about.
“Was his name always Wally?”
Kate patted his thick fur. “Nope. He used to hide a lot, but he’s so big, he’d bury his head somewhere and think we couldn’t see the rest of him. I named him after Where’s
Waldo? because he’d always hide with his big fuzzy butt hanging out.”
He chuckled. “That’s one of the best dog names I’ve ever heard.”
Her face heated and she stared at her purse strap as she wound and unwound it around her hand. “Thanks.”
“All right, big man.” James scratched Wally’s ears. “Your mom and I need to head out.”
Kate’s heart skipped a beat. Few people understood her bond with Wally. In the last two years he’d become her best friend. Wally understood her and he’d gotten her through a tough period. It wasn’t the same as having a child, by any stretch, but Wally was her family. And Kate had very little family.
She followed him onto the porch and locked the door behind her. “Where are we going?”
James flashed a grin. “It’s a surprise.”
For a second she was lost in his eyes. They were piercing gray, but when he joked and smiled, they appeared lighter.
Then he turned to the car and she came crashing back down to earth. Get a grip.
He led her to the Range Rover parked on her street, opened the passenger door, and held out his hand to help her in. The warmth of his skin on hers was enough to make her heart race. How was she supposed to get through the next week without melting into a puddle of desire?

Festival of the Book

festival of the book

One of the best parts of being in a smaller agency is the chance to meet with other authors and your agent on a regular basis. Our agency is based in Virginia, which works great for me because Virginia book events mean the chance to see lots of other authors. Even better is the fact that we have a lot of great authors at Blue Ridge. They make me laugh, all the time.

This year I went to Barnes and Noble for a panel led by Kimberly Dalferes, who writes non-fiction and has a wicked sense of humor. One of her books is titled “Magic Fishing Panties”. Doesn’t that already make you want to be her best friend? Magic Fishing Panties

Also on the panel were fellow BRLA authors Betsy Ashton and Ellen Butler. Recently Ellen has been a huge help to me as I navigate all the planning of my book launch. I had a chance to read the first hundred pages of a new spy novel she’s writing and the two of us have been helping organize Richmond Reader’s Rehab together, which is April 30th in Richmond VA. Needles to say, Ellen is a saint, and I’m pretty sure she’d destined to be my guru when it comes to balancing author life and regular life. Betsy is a riot. She writes mysteries with a quirky main character and announced during the panel on writing series that she re-wrote her first novel between ten and fifteen times.

The audience gasped. My agent Dawn Dowdle glanced at me. Yup, I also re-wrote The Wedding Date ten to fifteen times.

Also on the panel were Avery Flynn and Tracey Livesay. Avery was hysterical and Tracey really impressed me because she is completely no nonsense and went to the same law school as me. I think we have similar writing styles in that we plan and then get in there and get it done. Her newest book has a male lead with Asperger’s and was inspired by her son and her hope that he finds love in his future. You guys, I cried as she talked about it. And I’m cold hearted. Plus, her cover was HOT.

And then I got to cap it off with lunch, where we were joined by Colleen Shogan.

All in all, an awesome author get together and I have another to look forward to in April. In the meantime, get excited, because The Wedding Date comes out Monday and Megan Ryder and I are having a Facebook party April 7th….where we give away a Kindle Fire!