Sunday, February 28, 2010

kashi golean snack bars

Okay. I'm making these a couple of times a week for school treats. I hope they're reasonably healthy.

3 or 4 cups Kashi Golean cereal
1 cup oats
1/2 dried cranberries
1/3 cup raisins
1 cup sliced almonds
3/4 cup brown rice syrup
1/4 cup brown sugar
3/4 cup peanut butter

Put fruit and oats into a food processor--and the almonds if they're huge.

heat the syrup and sugar until they are boiling. Turn off heat. Add peanut butter (and the original recipe has some vanilla) Stir to blend

Add fruit and cereals. mix well. Usually I end up using my hands.
Press with hands into 9x13 pan that's been sprayed with fat stuff. Put this in the fridge and then cut up and hide from the boys so they're for freaking SCHOOL snack.

Wednesday, February 24, 2010

only posting because it's been a day or so

This is when I'm glad I'm not an administrator or a teacher or anyone with power over kids--mother doesn't really count. Unless I do something fairly hideous, no one's going to whine about me. No one other than my kids and eh, I've heard all that before.

I haven't checked this story with TPTB but my youngest said that two kids from his middle school were given a two day ISS (In school suspension) because they put up a facebook fan page called [teacher's name] is a Bitch. What's more a bunch of other kids joined (300 he said)

I posted about it over at facebook and here's the thing: every person who commented struck me as basically right and there wasn't a lot of agreement. Yes, the little chickens should face consequences of their disrespect was the one thing that people agreed on. But what should the consequences be? And who should administer them? And what the heck is the point of ISS? What about first amendment rights? Where are the parents? Who decides what's overkill? Blah blah blah blah etc.

Anyway. All the conversation about one dumb little incident reminds me of a basic fact.
To be an administrator you have to be extremely confident and fair to everyone and I don't see how those two things always go together.

Also I'm really glad I'm not a teacher at least of middle school kids. I walk into that building and start sweating, all left over responses from a gazillion years ago.....and I didn't even go to that school.

Monday, February 22, 2010

More about Stephen.

I'm so spoiled. There haven't been any reviews for Seducing Stephen for more than twenty-four hours and I'm all, well? Where''s today's rave review?

Somebody Wonderful got a lot of attention, but that was a Kate Rothwell book. This is the first time Summer's gotten so much attention. It must all be Bonnie. She's the reason. I mean, yeah, Summer's won awards and gotten fan letters now and again. But not nearly the attention Stephen is pulling in. I love it.

Here are some of them (okay, most of the ones I could find):

. . . .I was impressed by Seducing Stephen. It's being added to my short list of favorite m/m historicals.
--jmc (who was nice enough to hold a contest for the book so I wouldn't have to)

"If you like historicals then I would highly recommend that you read Seducing Stephen, which gets a grade of 'Excellent' from me. You won't regret it."

--jenre (well read blogspot)

“Seducing Stephen” turns the oft-used cliche of mistaken identity/mistaken sexual partners on its head and makes it seem new once more. Authors Bonnie Dee and Summer Devon give readers reasons to be enticed into this story, a pleasant surprise for this reviewer, who wasn't certain this was possible.

--Rainbow Reviews (five out of five stars)

A must read love story
--Sidney Octavian (Over at Goodreads)

There’s a really nice character-fuelled story here, and characters with real feelings, pride, idiocy – people who make mistakes and say stupid things and regret them. People who hurt each other for good reasons – and for reasons perhaps more selfish.

I’ll certainly be looking out for any future historicals these authors do, that’s for sure.


the whole thing works splendidly. The melodrama, I find, is compelling rather than overblown and ridiculous. The characters' larger than life reactions to their emotions only enhance the illicit thrill of their taboo relationship.

--Mrs. Giggles (85)

I really liked Seducing Stephen; it was an enjoyable historical tale with sexy man-on-man action and a romance that really touched my heart.
When it comes to historical romances I’m a big sap for the rake-to-romantic hero and in Seducing Stephen Bonnie Dee and Summer Devon created one that’s unforgettable.

--Kathy K at Ebook Addict.

Thursday, February 18, 2010

ok NOW you can buy it

Protecting Miss Samuels is out today.

I wish ARe listed the books in order of appearance instead of popularity. Of course if my book showed up on the first page or even the top of the third, I wouldn't be writing that.
Redacted by order of someone smart who points out I should shut the HELL up about this sort of thing. But not erased because, jeez.

I'm very popular. Very. And did you know Seducing Stephen is getting great reviews? Really nice words about our book. Next post will be all about those awesome reviews.

In other news, Bonnie, our editor and I are renaming one of our stories that will be released soon. It's amazing how hard it is to come up with titles that don't sound overwrought or vague or silly.

Just saying.

My current favorite title (not for our book, mind you) is I Am a Genius of Unspeakable Evil and I Want to Be Your Class President

That fits the ticket Jody Novins described. Catchy and tells you a lot about the book and its genre.

Monday, February 15, 2010

SBD I'm listening to a romance on a tape

We were almost at the end and yes! Yes! The black moment is here. Right on time, just like a well-run commuter train.

Heroine! surprised while in a cave by evil bad guy.

The Villain is laying out all his plans and his reasons for all his evvvvveeeeeeeel actions. Heroine asks questions to keep him talking! This must have gone on for pages and pages. (I must say that that the reader sounds like she's having fun.) But honestly, why is this guy telling the heroine everything? Except for our benefit, of course. ON and ON and ON. . .

It was you! You killed your daughter!

Any moment now... Good god, maybe the tide turn and drown these people. One can hope but one knows what comes next.

Are we right?

Oh! will he? When? will he? Where, oh, where is he?

The hero? Will he be there any second.

And YES! The hero is there.

Both men are going down with a sickening horrifying thud.

I will kill you the way I killed your brother!

Oh, shut up, dude, we already know all about that. You babbled about it to the heroine.

Okay, I can turn this off because the whole weeping forgive-me-for-being-a-brainless-twit scene will be too much. Much too much.


Only, no, I didn't turn it off and the very end wasn't so bad. Nothing as purple as I'd predicted. And aha! There we are. A very pregnant heroine and the tender fierce overprotective hero.

Friday, February 12, 2010

Thursday, February 11, 2010

a release today! WHOOPS, In a week.

My story for 28 Days of Heart is out today in a week. On the 18th. All the profit from the sale goes to the American Heart Association.

He was supposed to guard her and ended up loving her. Kitty Samuels has to do more than hide from her father's workers. She has to accept the ugly truth about the mill he's run. Only with the help of a stranger will she be able to escape her past and face the future. He thought he'd been hired to protect a mindless chit but when Ned Wallace was forced into action, he had to admit to himself that Miss Samuels is more than a pretty face. Now he must keep her safe from an angry mob…and from himself.

It's still listed as pre-order, but that should change any minute on the 18th. [oops] And the great thing about ARe is that the link will still work even after the story goes from pre-order to available.

You, pouting

You read another short story in second person and you think, "is this really the latest thing? Because it's annoying the hell out of me." More than that it's making the skin on your back feel all itchy. Go ahead, you can scratch. Good.

You put down the book for a moment to think about why second person in the present tense bothering you.

It's not the action so much--no, you don't mind the fact that you're told you're facing thrills-a-minute in these stories. What annoys you is when someone tells you what you're thinking and feeling. Sure, you know it's just a story. But you remember those marketing classes you took in college and how that professor talked about the power of putting "you" in a document. Use "you" sparingly. Because that word says that someone is looking at you, asking for you for a response.

And now with all this fiction? More than looking at your actions, which was bad enough, now they're telling you--not asking, telling--what you feel. They're putting thoughts in your freaking head and you have no idea what they want from you. Not really.

It's a mythical you, you tell yourself. Not really the face you see in the mirror every day. (Except, to be truthful, you avoid mirrors) Get over yourself, you tell yourself. This is no big deal. But still you find yourself putting down the magazine, clicking away from the site, closing the book of short stories.

For a while it was the affectation that annoyed you. Now it's the uncomfortable feeling that you really are as easily manipulated as those authors think you are. You do abandon yourself to the action and now you aren't in control unless you close that document. It's a matter of self preservation and you know it.

Your back is itchy again. Go ahead and scratch. We don't mind.

Monday, February 08, 2010

SBD the opposite of the category romance

I read a couple of Florida books this weekend. They're melding together, just like all the category romances I read for The Big Contest** And they're the perfect antidote to sentimentality. Kind of acid to romance's base. My brain is now operating with Neutral Ph.

The formula for these books must include drug dealers, drug users (usally mellow pot-heads), villains that gleefully pollute the wilderness, dour Cuban women, comical retirees and the clusterfuck that ends up with people killed in interesting or humorous ways.

I just read Tricky Business, by Dave Barry. I don't know how I missed that one. I wrote a short review on one of those review sites:

"Lots of riffs by the characters that read just like Barry's old column. I recently discovered that whole Florida Funky Characters and Crime genre, and it makes for some great (though bloody) escapist stuff.

Yeah, Johnny and the Contusions fine name for a rock band

The other thing I liked about this book? It's dedicated to My Close Personal Friend -- whom I've never met -- Gene Weingarten.**** Also there's a character named Gene Shroder, which is a combo of Gene and his editor, Tom Schroder. I put in two spellings because I don't recall how either last name is spelled and I'm too lazy to look either up.


Is there a name for this genre? South Florida Gory Goofiness?

And can someone tell me if Jimmy Buffet still a cultural force to be reckoned with or am I a few decades out of date? Is it like mentioning Sinatra in Vegas?

I was just thinking that women are not real people in any of those books and getting grouchy about it when I realized that NO ONE (other than the main character, and not always him) is a real person in almost all those books. Oh. Ah.

The writers on my Florida list:
Dave Barry
Lawrence Shames
Tim Dorsey
Edna Buchanan (I like her non-fiction better)
Carl Hiassen (duh)

I'd put the Dexter books on there, but they don't seem to feature Florida as a character as much as the others.
And if Burn Notice was a book? Eh, not really goofy enough. And the main references to Florida seem to be women's butts in bikinis.

Hey, and this brings me to another tangent. How come TV shows don't show a city's character? Monk was in SF? I don't think so. Where the hell are the gay guys? Just in the background for heavens sake.

White Collar in NYC? Not really. Those shows could have been placed anywhere. Just more shots that bring back what the city's really like--not those dumb panoramas of the city's buildings but some of the real characters/types you see there.

I mean, come on, White Collar. Where the fuck is the Naked Cowboy?


** every notice the coupons a couple of weeks before the Super Bowl? They all talk about "Get Ready for the Big Game "with pictures of footballs. No mention of Super Bowl.

**** Good God, I hope I don't name drop him much longer. I think I have a week or so after yesterday, the official release of Our Column.

Saturday, February 06, 2010

And did I mention the sun was in my eyes?

"A good title indicates the genre, the setting and the theme of a story. It acts as a hook, too, drawing in the potential reader"

--Wise Book Expert Person

No wonder The Rat Catcher never flew off the e-shelves

Friday, February 05, 2010

open the door, hun, more cheesy whiffs of fame!

Gene Weingarten and I have a chat.

1. No, I didn't say most of that. I said versions of many of those words but they've been ...reshaped. It's not a real interview. It's a humor column--his humor column. (I wrote "his humor, his column" except I laughed, a lot, so I guess it's my humor too.)

2. yes, that picture really does look just like me in a red wig and Gene with a Fabio doo.

3. have I mentioned how much Mike loves that POS crap car? It's not great in the snow, but he still drives it, always and always.

Tuesday, February 02, 2010

new book today!

It's a m/m twist on the world-weary rake and the virginal miss. Stephen is a good guy. I like him a lot.

This was the second m/m historical we wrote. The first is coming out from Loose Id, too.

Monday, February 01, 2010

Happy Birthday Tom!

Not that you read my blog (thank goodness you don't) but can I just say that you are the cutest thing, ever? And that I love you? Here in public? Shouting it out!

Our boy Tom is a good guy and that's such a relief. We're going 3 for 3 here and I know we're blessed.

Today I'm ignoring the hubris worry** because Yay! Thomas has a birthday.

**never, ever state one's good fortune as if it was permanent fact. The gods are just looking for preeners like you. Even if you disguise your happiness as a prayer of thanks, they will hear you complacent joy and come down on you like a 1-ton concrete wall in Haiti. I used to think this automatic hubris worry was part of my half-Jewish blood and conditioning (we're all capable of racism) but now I think it's probably due to being 100% human.