Monday, February 27, 2012


Yes. This picture will some day be seen as important/iconical as that end of WW2 picture of the sailor in Times Square kissing the nurse. It makes me all happy to see it.

The guys are lovely; the moment entirely sweet. And anyone who could loathe same-sex love after seeing this is surely not entirely human.



Listen. It's only because I saw the photos on the same day. Yeah, that's why these two photos are linked in my brain.

Now they're linked in yours too.

No need to thank me.


1. That Eloisa James can write.

I still have a couple of RITA books to go, but needed a break so I listened to a couple of books, and they are.

2. Story of Forgetting. I'd  forgotten how cool it is when a book sticks around after you've read it, but really, I'd like to erase the after-effects of this one The Story of Forgetting was one of my favorite reads in a while, and I've read a whole lot of books (although the ending wasn't as good as the rest) but I'd rather forget about dementia, thanks. Death and decay (before and after death) is inevitable and a little memento mori is fine--but too much isn't conducive to getting on with life. The kid in the book grows obsessed with the disease but he doesn't take the test to see if he has early onset Alzheimer's and so that's sort of the same thing. He gets on with life. I need more coffee because this doesn't make any sense.
Uh oh. Maybe I've got some of the first signs of ga-ga-dom.**
3. Now I'm listening to Zone One, a literary zombie book. It's pretty excellent. Yes, sometimes the language is too clever by half. Okay, the whole product sponsorship is silly (an obvious comment on the State of Our Civilization) and, fine, there are times the author wants us to see how smart he is AND, all right, there are points that are pounded at -- like the hero's mediocrity -- until you want to take out a red pen and mark the spot REDUNDANT.  But those are small points compared to the overall picture which is this: wow. Good book. Gory and funny is hard to do, and this reaches the pinnacle of the art form, Shaun of the Dead. And I don't even like zombie books.

4. I had another point but my mouse moved up and erased the whole thing. I'm taking this as a sign that I should get up and find the coffee and my life.


 **Mom and Dad both did the dementia thing so I'm always on the lookout for signs of it in my mind. And there are always, ALWAYS signs. There have been since I started looking 20 years ago..

Sunday, February 19, 2012

A binge of releases **

Want to know when my books are out this year? Tough, I'm going to tell you anyway.

And you'll be exhausted, because God knows I am:
December (Unnatural Calamities)
January (Psychic and Spy)
February (Thank You Mrs M)
March (Her Outlandish Stranger) and
April (Serious Play)

That's it. No more books scheduled, ever after that--I'm still writing but nothing else is bought. I think if I was more in charge of the universe, I would have spread these puppies out a bit. My fault though. I should have said something.

Have I shown you March's cover yet? Hey, yo, it's okay!

The heroine is a young, fairly proper Englishwoman so that's a bit off. He's fine, yup. But hmm. He looked sort of familiar to me. Hmmm. HMmMM.

Okay, so I think he looks a bit like a young, blond John Travolta.

**what would you call a group of releases? Obviously a herd of books would be a "shelf of books" But releases seem more fluid--and we know that animals in motion sometimes have a different name  than a collective of animals at rest. For instance a bunch of geese on the ground are a gaggle and in the air they're a skein. 

So what would you call a whole bunch of books coming out into the world?

Monday, February 13, 2012

today is SBD

but I'm still reading RITA books and not Doug Hoffman's story.
After yesterday's rant and outrage and today's blue screen o' death that killed about 1K of a story, I'm not feeling it.

Someone asked about the lil tabs. They are the standard things you hear everywhere: "A brisk walk? Probably Avoidance" "chocolate might probably will work" "scented candles? don't make me laff" and "motivation, not muse. Get to work and stop whining"  "kick in pants? Might work"

Missing from the list:  music, a hot bath and getting off the internet.  Although the whole thing is hard to read
Lost Motivation, reward offered, please don't keep if you find MY motivation, take your own...

ha. ha. ha. . . .
Okay, well, um yeah. I have to go reconstruct the scene in the police station. A few threats of violence will do us all good.

Sunday, February 12, 2012

Seriously, Amazon?

My book, Someone To Cherish, has been stolen. The whole thing was copied and pasted and republished as Bad Luck Love's [sic] Me.

This isn't the first time I've heard about plagiarized material showing up for sale on Amazon. The last time I saw it, though, the books had been taken from Literotica. This time the books are taken directly from Amazon. So why didn't the stolen manuscript trigger some kind of alert before it got published?

Lori Devoti spent a while this afternoon tracking down and finding the other authors who had books stolen by the people who took my book. Not hard--she found a few in less than an hour. So why the hell didn't Amazon? I contacted them hours ago. Why haven't they done anything yet--like maybe, answer my emails? Lots of people have pointed out that that "author" has stolen a bunch of books. Why hasn't Amazon taken down the books' buy buttons?

I suppose making people push that little button that says "this is my material and I hold the copyright" before they publish might save Amazon from legal responsibility. But shouldn't they do more than just provide a platform? They have plenty of cash to invest in systems that make sure they aren't housing thieves. Just a simple google-type search on their own site might do the trick and they'd catch plagiarists before they publish.
They ought to care enough about their reputation to take the same kind of time on each of these cases that Lori did.

UPDATE: Okay, the buy option is gone. Yay! (Now I expect a note saying "whoops, sorry" from Amazon any minute. Heh. Right.)

ANOTHER UPDATE:  here's an article Karin Kallmaker put up on Facebook about the topic. The line that caught me: "But while it appears that Amazon could easily employ a filter to protect its authors’ works, it may be under no legal duty to do so." 

 Yeah, I figured legally they're fine. I'm hoping for an eventual PR nightmare--or at least a PR nuisance. That might make them do something. This isn't like most annoying pirate sites where they post our books free. It's worse than usual. Why?

1. these pirates are making money.
2. amazon could easily stop it if they gave a damn about the people who provide their LEGAL content. 


Patricia Briggs and Kim Harrison both have books out over the next few weeks.

Here's what's unfair: everyone seems to have gotten copies of these books--everyone but ME. Maybe I should make this blog more about other people's books again, just so I can beg early releases.

Saturday, February 11, 2012

promo and other stuff

Let's get the promo out of the way. The SAMMIES are happening and my Summer Devon book, Unnatural Calamities, is up for best ebook cover and best ebook. You should vote for here:

There are a lot of really good books up on that list. I had a hard time deciding who else to vote for. But I did pick Sandy Blair because she's a sweetie-pie. Too many great books to choose so I went with the fabu one by the doll-faced sweetie-pie. 

In other news: my book that I tried to make free with a coupon is now just plain free. Here's the link at Smashwords.  It's over at All Romance Ebooks too, but it's not free at Amazon yet.

Why am I making it free? Because the newsletter I wrote turned into so much gibberish that the special code to make it free was gone. Also because I'm following the herd. Everyone seems to make books free and just as the books are catching on, they zip over and jack up the price to a buck or so. This ebook world is one wild and woolly place, I'm telling you.

I suspect that the next step, the book catching on, won't happen with this book, which is a shame. I like it.

What with the gibberishy newsletter (I have NO IDEA how that happened) and the fact that I keep breaking the local chapter's yahoo loop's rules (twice in two days) and the fact that I spend hours trying to fix something that I used to fix no problem, and the fact that I'm getting a lot of wrong numbers, and the fact that I left my keys in the door for a day or so....the truth is dawning at last.  I'm hanging on by the skin of my teeth but I know any second, I'm going to drop down into the pit of pure, full-time ditzy dame.

Every group has a couple of us. We're the ones--bless our hearts--who just don't understand the rules. We speak up at meetings and what we say has absolutely nothing to do with the topic at hand. You can explain something to us and we smile and nod and you know it's gone right over our heads and that you'll have to correct the mistakes we made. What I hadn't understood, before I became one, is that DDs are self aware. We know we're clueless PITAs but we really can't do anything about it and god knows we're tired of apologizing for it.

This isn't the first time I've been put in the corner when it comes to brains. I grew up in a family of people who went to Harvard and Cornell--a lawyer, an inventor, yada yada. I got meh grades (failed Algebra 2) worked as barmaid, a parts manager in a garage and in day care. I was a butter knife stuck in a drawer of sharp blades. I smeared things around on the surface while they cut to deep into the meat of the matter and . . .  and I think we're done with that knife thing. Out in the world, I'm about average so I function fine, but now. OH lordy, my kids are so much brighter than I am for one, and I don't just mean the snotty way kids are always so0000oo much smarter than their parents.

And there are all these little stupid things I'm doing. I'm slipping back into the dull knife section of the silverware drawer.

I'm not going to apologize, dammit. But I don't think I'll get on my high horse and say "THIS is the way such-and-such works, I KNOW." anymore because chances are, I'm completely out to lunch on the subject.

This could be filed under self pity--okay, it is. But I think I feel worse about the other people: the husband who has to help me find the keys, the secretary who has to explain the rules again. Me? I'll just keep chugging along.

Tuesday, February 07, 2012

hey LOOK! Another book by me!

Actually this is sort of cheating because it's a re-release. But because fewer than 100 people read it the first time out, this might as well be a new book, yeah? Here it is at Smashwords and for a short time, you can get it free there. Just use the code SP63J and get 100% rebate.

it got good reviews:

 4.5 stars!
This is a sweet, funny and emotional tale. This modern take on Daddy-Long-Legs, by Jean Webster, has wonderful, fully developed characters... This incredible story will appeal to adult as well as young readers. --Romantic Times

Thank You, Mrs. M. is a wonderful read...This is a poignant and enjoyable read. --Night Owl Reviews

 I wasn't the only one telling a story. Anonymous Mrs. Moneybags tried to hide from me. Too bad I'm smart, Mrs. M, and I got you figured. But know what? I can keep your secrets.
You and me--we made it work.

Benjamin Evans takes charge of his younger siblings, but still finds time for college--especially after he receives an offer of a full scholarship. The only catch in the sweet deal is he must share details about school and some private facts about his life. As he talks into the recorder over the months, Ben's
curiosity about his sponsor increases.

Loosely based on Daddy Long Legs, the novel by Jean Webster
* * *
If you only want it for Kindle and don't want to bother loading it from Smashwords (they have Kindle format there), here's the amazon link, but it's $1.50 over there. Half the price of a small mocha latte. Sheesh, people stop complaining.

For a short time, my freebie over on Amazon was a bestseller (its numbers are still not too shabby). Here's the funny thing: people picked out popular highlights from it and EVERY SINGLE HIGHLIGHT is from the sex scenes. The novella is maybe 40 pages long and there are 2 1/3 pages of sex.

Heh. I guess I do good heat or I have a bunch of dirty minded readers. Either way, thumbs up!