Christmas Eve Traditions

I'm over at Fictionistas today talking about Christmas Eve traditions. Come share yours!

Hungry for romance?

Guess what's now on sale? That's right, The Perfect Dish, my latest contemporary paranormal romance!

Texas-born Kelly Spicer is not just one of Manhattan's hottest young chefs, he's also one of the city's most eligible bachelors. Desperate to help his grieving sister, Kelly uses the magic cookbook passed down through his family's generations to conjure up a recipe of chocolate-laced persuasion to enlist the aid of the only woman he thinks can reach his sister.

Psychologist Meredith Black has buried two husbands, an experience which has made her an expert in grief and pushed her to pen two books that landed her on the Oprah show and the best seller list. A cynic in matters of the heart, her success does nothing to ease her belief that she's a jinx. She vows never to love again and when she makes that sentiment public, dating Kelly becomes her best damage control.

For $2.99, you can grab a copy for your Kindle or Nook or find any other format at Smashwords. Or give it as a gift to anyone who might enjoy a sexy chef hero...

I hope you enjoy it!

A Christmas Caturday warning!

WARNING!

This year's batch of Christmas trees may be infected with a particularly silly species of gremlin - Caticus climbicus. Signs to watch for include the tree shaking when no one is touching it, strange branch rustling and ornaments being mysteriously dislodged. If you think you have a gremlin, try placing a handful of treats a few feet from the tree, then sit back and watch.

Should a gremlin appear, approach with caution. Sap in their fur can make them cranky!

Sugarcat

I'm over at Fictionistas today talking about a new development in my life.

Happy Anniversary, Hotrod!

Eight years ago today (yes, on Pearl Harbor Day) Hotrod and I said our vows. It was a lovely day filled with friends and family and promises.

I love you, Hotrod. You're the best husband a girl could hope for.

Caturday!

My parent's cat, Callie. As you can see, tails do not, apparently, get cold.