Friday, July 24, 2015


I've resigned myself to just using the blog for promotion or other things, like perhaps chickens. or occasional rants. So it's a deserted zone, usually...but the fact that I'm not writing here might mean I have a life, right? **

Hey.... never mind that. It's time to pop the champagne and bring on the dancing boys and yapping puppies. I have a new book out today! Yay! Go buy it! Read it even!

For now it's at Amazon only!

Kidnapped by his own target, this crooked cop is having one bad day.

Detective Caleb Walker is foiled by his own industriousness. Determined to capture a criminal, he plants evidence—and is discovered by his higher-ups. Now blackmailed into being the strong-arm for a corrupt politician, he visits a poor widow he must convince to surrender her son. Yet something about her stirs his memory, and long-submerged desires. When she pulls a gun on him and demands he switch sides, he’s stunned, annoyed…and intrigued.

No one will take her son from Julianna. Least of all her sinister ex-father-in-law whose abuse damaged her late husband. With the handsome detective smirking in her sights, Julianna must convince him to help her keep her baby safe from the very people holding Caleb in their powerful grip. In a desperate bid, she kidnaps the cynical Caleb—and struggles to ignore the heat sparking between them.

As they pursue answers, secrets are uncovered—including Julianna’s and Caleb’s. Two imperfect hearts together may be enough to win the day. If their enemies don’t destroy them first.

A gaslight historical set in New York City. This version includes an excerpt from Powder of Sin.

**not likely

Tuesday, May 26, 2015

what am I doing?

1. Trying to title a historical -- New York, 1880s, widow holds a policeman captive. She has her reasons, okay? Then I have to write cover copy and send descriptions off to the designer.

Anyone got any ideas? He's (slightly) corrupt and has been sent to take away her kid (at the behest of her in-laws)
Her Charming Captive
Her Clever Captive

I used to hate writing synopses but I'd rather write a dozen if it's that or come up with a single title. Ugh.  Also writing back-cover copy = worst ever

2. Fretting about my little dinosaurs. No need because they are strong critters.

You shall not pass!  

3. Living with all four of my men. All are men now. You go off-line for a few months and BOOM your little kids are grown up and your husband of course doesn't age at all.

4. Mourning my big pup. I miss her a lot. She was a good, good dog and a fabulous writing companion.

Friday, March 27, 2015

My post about DA*

I'm a coward so I did it anonymously. But I figure, what the heck--I should be braver, and yo, this blog doesn't get a lot of traffic.

I posted this in the very long and heart-felt (hey romance writers and romance readers--what do you expect?) thread at Smart Bitches.

 anon because I'm still intimidated **says:
I’ve never been attacked by Jane so I’m not taking the whole thing personally, but “attack” is definitely the word for some of the backs and forths I’ve witnessed between her and authors and publishers. Generally speaking, I think I’ve agreed with her more often than not. Yet I’ve also seen a kind of self-righteousness and holier-than-most attitude that almost made me feel sorry for the people she’d target…almost but, like I said, she was usually right. [I'd amend that to "she was often right"]

I’d hope that a purely black and white view of issues will end for her now that she’s guilty of doing the sort of thing that would have sent her into one of her usual articulate, well-reasoned attacks.

If this were fiction...There’s a trope of a proud woman humbled that I usually think is despicable. (It practically ruined the movie Philadelphia Story for me) But maybe the notion of relaxing the stiff, unbending rules of punishment would be something to strive toward. More accepting apologies without additional scolding. More good humor about mistakes, even when you call them out–because calling them out is good.

But I’m kidding myself. She’s a human under attack–a lawyer to boot– and they’re not known for opening their hearts and minds in these situations.


* Like most posts about DA, it adds nothing. Insight isn't what this part of the process is about. In fact insight is rarely my goal because that means having answers.

**Not so much that I'd be shunned by a community but that I'd cross someone like Ann Somerville and Azteclady, two passionate arguers whose passions burn hotter than Fabio's hair on an 80s cover. Fierce frightens me almost as much as spiders in the shower do. 

Not just promo, also recipes

Bonnie and I have a book out next week. I started grinding the promo machine into gear (goddamn, that clutch is shot. You're never going to make it into third gear, Rothwell. Lemme help you push that thing back into the driveway. Yeah, best to stay home and read a book) 

That meant I thought about this blog as a way to flog books and had a pang of no, no, that's not what I wanted. Not pure promo. That's not what I'm here for. Let's do food, shall we?**
Lovely nourishing food -- because we're still trying to be healthy around here. How about gluten-free, sugar-free cookies?**** Yes, I know that kind of "treat" frequently looks like roadkill and tastes like pious and dreary dust, but I like these. I almost invented them! Except for the fact that there are variations all over the place, I made this recipe up!


They don't have sugar (except the stuff in the fruit. Okay, and in the dark chocolate bits. FINE they have sugar but not the kind from a bag.)
 Here's the recipe.
 6 medjool dates
1 banana
1 cup oatmeal
1 egg
1/3 cup almond meal (Trader Joe's carries this and the dates. You can also just grind almonds up. They're stickier that way, but that works)
1/4-1/3 cup milk (I got impatient and just poured it in so measuring didn't happen)
Grind this stuff up in a food processor. I did the dates and oats longer than the rest of the stuff because I wanted them to be finer.

Also I let the goop sit in the food processor for a few minutes. That was not on purpose--but I think it helped make them more tender. (The oatmeal mellowed as it swapped stories with the banana)

Add some chocolate chips because you can--as you add the dark chocolate remind yourself that it is healthy. Add nuts if you'd rather. Or both. Or coconut. Or, if you're feeling extra trendy, ground flaxseed. Dried fruit would work--I mean on top of dates. Chop it up or throw it into the grinding stage.

These things hold together nicely so add whatever you want within reason.

Or you could add nothing but why would you pick that?

Blop them onto a tray by the spoonful and bake at 350 for about 10 minutes or so. I was going to bake them 15 minutes, but they were fine at 12 minutes.

 This made 12 cookie things--more like dense little cakes. They weren't sticky or tough at all--and are pretty moist. I like them.

If you don't want them as moist, maybe leave out the milk.

**Since I'm sick of the Dear Author topic ##  (except for the covers that Mrs. Giggles made)

**** but with that egg, they're not vegan. My chickens point out it's cool to eat eggs. They like theirs scrambled. [and, to be honest, I suspect the milk is unnecessary.]

## being sick of the topic didn't stop me from writing about it, see article above this one.

Monday, March 09, 2015

Just what it says -- a giveaway!

I wasn't going to just use this blog for promo, but that's life, kid. And a giveaway is always fun.

Goodreads Book Giveaway

The Bohemian and the Banker by Bonnie Dee

The Bohemian and the Banker

by Bonnie Dee

Giveaway ends March 14, 2015.
See the giveaway details at Goodreads.
Enter to win

Thursday, February 19, 2015

ten favorite facebook types

I just read another list of Ten People to Unfriend on Facebook. Sheesh, what  downer. So many finger-shaking tsk tsk bad puppy lists. They couldn't be more annoyed if those rule-breaking facebookers actually came to their house and peed on the new carpet. 

That's really the only reason I'm writing this, an anti-anti response. It's not like I actually care what you write on your facebook page. I'll read your page because it's easy to do, and something other than working, and because some of you I like and miss, even if I've never met you, Ann C. 


1. Lets anyone post, even people who disagree. That means some good, passionate discussion can happen.

2. Shuts down the shit. Any internet thread anywhere will contain crap-o-la. Trolls happen and then there are the people who resort to ad hominem when they get angry. Good facebookers will stop that useless conversation. Or if they don't, their responses are smart-assed enough to make the nasty poster look silly.

3. Is willing to change her mind. Enough outside evidence is presented to make him rethink a long-held belief.

4. Is funny. So what if his posts are all just sharing Takei. Some of that shit is v. funny. FUNNY HAH HAHA HA.

5. Makes his or her own memes. Those might show insider jokes but that's okay.  Insider jokes are fine now and again because feeling confused is good for those of us on the outside.

6. Might do vaguebooking but usually describes what's going on, eventually. Sometimes a "today sucks" is all she wrote. Hey, her page, her emotes, I got that. Go for it on occasion.

7.  If he writes about the weather, it'll be funny or pithy or tragic -- or knowledgeable because she's a meteorologist.  (and speaking of insider: Lyons and Drager FTW Goddamn, I love their explanations).

8.  When he asks for advice he tells us what he decided to do. Because we're nosy like that. 

9. Knows the Daily Currant is satire. I wasn't going to go hostile, but really, fuck you, Daily Currant. You're the only thing on the planet that makes me feel sort of sorry for Sarah Palin.

10. Warns us that the video she posted will contain an earworm. Except did you know rick-rolling is coming back? Ancient history for the internet is fresh again? Or not.

11. Posts goats. Those rascals are still not old.

12. Also chickens.

Wednesday, December 03, 2014

FREE short story part one! FREE

This is the novella/short story I wrote for Heroes and Heartbreakers.
You can buy it at Amazon or go to Heroes and Heartbreakers and read it free! (or do both. I won't try to stop you.)

The first half is up today, the second will be posted tomorrow.

Go read! And what about that cover?

Tuesday, November 25, 2014

happy new book day to me!

"Must Loathe Norcross is small town m/m romance with a lot of hot body lusting, neighbourly nosiness, some quirky humour, and a delightfully gentle sense of love and romance."
booktopia november romance buzz

"...  I really had fun with it. I love Summer/Kate's writing and it always pulls me right through from start to finish. Recommended."
five stars Eli Easton

It's out today! Right now! You can go buy a copy for less than the cost of a Barnes and Noble fancy drink that I'm planning on buying myself to celebrate release day!
buy at Samhain.
buy at Amazon
buy at barnes and noble

When it comes to love, there’s no such thing as traveling light.
Born wealthy and ambitious, Grady once worked hard and played hard—so hard, it brought him to the brink of ruin. Now, after a five-year retreat into the contemplative life, he’s dipping a toe back into the real world.

Assigned to write a series of articles about a Connecticut valley’s small towns, Grady checks into a local hotel. And meets a bellhop who seems determined to show him around…and maybe indulge in a more intimate tour later on.

When Josh’s boss half-jokingly suggests he get on a first-name basis with the writer who could make or break their town’s reputation, Josh jumps at the chance. He dreams of seeing the world, but the man he thought might be his ticket out turns out to be less influential—and more attractive—than he expected.

Together they uncover a strange plot to detour Norcross’s tourist dollars, a plot that leaves Grady bruised and angry. Now they’ll have to decide how far they’ll go to save the town…and how far they’ll fall for each other.
Product Warnings
Steaming-hot room service, delivered by a cute bellboy in uniform. Stolen towels will not be tolerated, but stolen hearts? Help yourself!

Friday, November 21, 2014

New cover! Old book!

A fantasy romance, set in another world.

"This is a weird and wonderful fantasy. Very powerful--and uplifting.
 --Rob Preece (Goodreads)
The revolution has swept the world, and the ancient rulers--mind-travelers who controlled others with their psychic powers--have been swept from existence. But one of the true revolutionaries must follow rumor to track down the last of the mind-travelers.

Hunting mind-travelers is what Cor does--despite the burden of guilt he carries. The cast-away, Numi had been banished from society for her powers. Beautiful and more dangerous than any other enemy Cor's encountered.

Numi will haunt her enemy the only way she knows how. . .

I wrote this a while back and published it via booksforabuck. It was never a big seller, except it did very well at fictionwise....which should tell you how long ago the book came out. (fictionwise went under in 2012.)

Last month, I got the rights back from. I had an editor go through it, and bought a new cover. The editor, who's picky, said she enjoyed it. So okay! That's great!

Now you can buy it again, but only at Amazon. 

Tuesday, November 11, 2014

why pointergate is important--despite the stupid title

I worked with refugees for ten years. Every one of the hundreds of people coming through my classroom had lived in a war-torn country. Every single person I met there had seen people they loved killed.

the women who'd watched all the men and boys over 12 marched to the village green and shot to death. Every. Single. Male.
the woman who had her baby taken from her and thrown over and over against a wall
the man who had both his hands and feet lopped off
the man who cried every day at the back of the classroom and whose hands were permanently bent because they'd been tied for over a year.
the kids who wore that thousand yard stare no matter what you said to them or showed them

Their stories seem so far removed from our world that it doesn't seem possible it could happen here.

I learned three things from working with them:

1. No country inhabited by humans is safe from the terror created by that kind of hatred.
2. People you think you know can turn unbelievably horrible overnight. It's as if a switch is turned on, but really there are signs. Watch for the signs.
3. The war and killing ALWAYS, ALWAYS, ALWAYS starts with information from reliable sources (the government and/or news) dehumanizing people--the ones who end up dead or driven from their homes.

When men who pass as reliable (wearing neckties and good haircuts) tell stories based on fear and lies turning fellow citizens* into something as less than human, their lies must be uncovered. They shouldn't be vilified either (mocked maybe) but their exaggerations and dehumanizing lies MUST be revealed.  Not doing so risks lives.**

I didn't believe that before I met all those refugees--I would have thought it was comical to believe our country and culture could ever start one of those horrible wars based on hatred of fellow citizens' color or religion.

After meeting those refugees, I take those threats very seriously.  I am very jumpy, as in I feel the urgent need to jump on any story by anyone that seems to have the goal of making my fellow citizens afraid of a particular race or belief system (And major world religions**** do NOT promote violence. Only extremist wings of them do and please, please yes go ahead and denounce the extremists looking for violence. I don't want the Timothy McVeighs or bin Laden walking the streets).

Collective guilt is a myth created by people looking for trouble.


*or people in other countries, duh.
**no, I don't think minnesota is in imminent danger of exploding with race wars.  But once you wake up to this kind of awareness, it's impossible to let even small shit pass.
**** When I see Muslims tarnished with the brush of extremism, I think of my friends, the Bosnian refugees, and hope they never have to see a repeat of what destroyed their old lives happen in their new country.

Monday, October 13, 2014

Slouching toward health

I'm standing around with my hands in my pockets but that's because I have to hold my pants up. Back to losing weight -- since June, I'm 30 lbs down with another 30 to go.

Last time I did this, I was sure I would never get fat again. After all, I'd lost the weight the Right Way, slowly, with lifestyle changes, mindful eating, yada yada.

I didn't realize how much my body loathes being thin and how much it loves chocolate and eating and yummmm food.The moment my back was turned on the counting of calories, the weight jumped back on.

Also older bodies just don't burn it.

In other news about me, me, me. I'm having a tough time getting this story going. Come on, story, write yourself. Dammit.

And Columbus was a horrible person, maybe, but having a Monday off is a fine idea.

Yeah, just writing random stuff to get a post up even though blogging is dead. Blathering about oneself on a blog is
1. A form of necrophilia.
2. Nostalgia
3. Not really worth mentioning. 

depending on one's mood.

Saturday, October 04, 2014

Bang, whimper, lawsuit

I'm sad to see this crapolafest that is Ellora's Cave VS D.A.

There's plenty of indignation and anger and long articles about freedom of press and first amendment rights and ... sure, sure, I understand.

I'm probably not going to give money to defend DA but that's not because I don't agree. (It's because my EC books aren't making any money -- and I have a kid in college and I'd rather give to Doctors Without Borders or Urban Oaks  and my dumb dog is sick again and ohgodtheregoestheclutchonthecar. again.)

I'm sad because I remember seeing how outrageous Jaid Black seemed...and yet look! She was an entrepreneurial genius! And she apparently was, for a while. That someone so very, very far outside the standard business model could make a successful bid in the world of publishing made me happy.

I first published with them almost ten years ago, just about the time EC went big. I remember the calendars and the touring buses (or was it one bus?) and the kinda eerie guys with the hairless bodies. Mostly I remember the shelves and shelves of EC books in Borders.

 I never went to RT when Ellora's Cave ruled the roost, but I read The Stories and sure, later on there were a lot of muttering about how tasteless it all was, but I mostly heard about women cutting loose for the first time ever. And there was something so amazingly out there and fun about the whole idea of women, regular women, being caught up with reading, talking and thinking about sex. The word "shameless" comes to mind but at the time it felt like the right kind of shameless, as in operating joyously without a smidgen of shame.

It was the first time I'd witnessed such a raunchy party attracting middle-class, middle-aged women and I thought it was, as one old lady said, a real hoot. Their reader loop was HUGE and people enjoyed the hell out of it.

That's what I think about when I think of Ellora's Cave. The fact that Jaid and her mother** were an amazing success without being trim professional-seeming businesswomen--that they let it all hang out and were emotional, eccentric and not even a bit mainstream -- yet made their business work. I really liked that. A lot.

 Until it all stopped working.

The party ground down a while back but it hurts to watch the end go so pear-shaped now. 


**not that anyone asked, but I have never witnessed Raelene behave in any fashion other than totally professional. Ever. I have no behind-the-scenes experience,  but I have witnessed a couple of melty-downy events and she always seemed to stay calm and mature. Plus her hats.