Best Erotic Romance: Table of Contents

Wednesday, July 6th, 2011 • 4 Comments on Best Erotic Romance: Table of Contents


I’m thrilled to announce the table of contents for my forthcoming anthology Best Erotic Romance! (Available for pre-release on Amazon and a perfect holiday gift for the erotic romance reader in your life!)

Introduction: Simply the Best

What Happened in Vegas    Sylvia Day

First Night     Donna George Storey

Another Trick Up My Sleeve    Heidi Champa

Drive Me Crazy    Delilah Devlin

Once Upon a Dinner Date    Saskia Walker

He Tends To Me    Justine Elyot

Guest Services     Angela Caperton

Memories for Sale    Andrea Dale

Blame It On Facebook    Kate Dominic

The Draft    Craig J. Sorensen

To Be in Clover     Shanna Germain

Honey Changes Everything    Emerald

Cheating Time    Kate Pearce

Our Own Private Champagne Room    Rachel Kramer Bussel

Till the Storm Breaks    Erobintica

The Curve of Her Belly   Kristina Wright

Dawn Chorus   Nikki Magennis

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Goodbye, Henry

Thursday, June 30th, 2011 • 4 Comments on Goodbye, Henry

We said goodbye to Henry this morning. There is absolutely nothing I can write that would do justice to what he meant to us without sending me into tears (oops, there I go again). We loved this dog—so much so that we gave Patrick a second middle name to honor him—and he will be missed forever.


March 4, 1996 ~ June 30, 2011

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Go Read Me at the Grip!

Friday, June 24th, 2011 • 2 Comments on Go Read Me at the Grip!

The theme this week is fathers, but my new column at Oh Get a Grip! has more to do with my complicated history and maybe helps explain why I’m so adamant about using my “real” name:

I wanted to go on the 6th grade trip to Mexico. That’s how it started. In order to go to Mexico, I needed a passport—which I didn’t have. In order to get a passport, I needed a birth certificate—which I did have. Problem was, the birth certificate I had did not bear the same name that I was using. If I got a passport under the name on the birth certificate, school officials would know I was using a different name. My friends would know. Their parents would know. It would have been scandalous, I guess.

This was back in the day when you didn’t have to show documentation to enroll your kid in school. Or maybe that was just life in Florida in the 70s—a nod to the migrant workers who weren’t in the country legally. You also didn’t have to have a Social Security card until you started working. I guess my mother assumed I wouldn’t have to prove who I was until I was at least a teenager and she’d deal with it then—but then I asked to go on the Mexico trip.

That was how I ended up in a courtroom at the age of 11, telling a judge about life with my parents so I could get my name changed. I ended up with a new birth certificate that bore the name I’d been using since I was 9 months old. Of course, to get there, I had to listen to my mother answer the judge’s question about who my birth father was: “I don’t know.”

It was a lie.


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