Still sick. Went to dr. and got meds. Strong meds. I'm walking around, at least. Am teaching a class with Jill Monroe today. I canceled last time because I came down with a mutant stomach virus. Can't cancel again. Talking isn't enjoyable for me at the moment -- those damn sores! -- but I think I'll live through it.
I haven't forgotten the March challenge. Everyone who met their goal, post here and we'll do a drawing from the names for a signed copy of
Animal Instincts. Speaking of
Animal Instincts...my author copies arrived. Yea! Unfortunately, my bio wasn't changed on back so you get the same off-planet bio for this contemporary that you got for all my other HQN books. Also, there's a fact wrong on the back blurb. Hero hasn't supposedly been in love with the heroine for a year. He's supposedly been in love with her for six months. I apologize for those mistakes. No one's fault, these things happen, but I thought I'd let you know.
Also, anyone want to help me spread the word about this book? Do buzz for it? It's my first contemporary, has no paranormal elements, and is written in 1st person. It's about a woman trying to unleash her most primal instincts and the man who can't resist her. If that sounds like your kind of book, shoot me an email about what you'd like to do buzz-wise (if you even like the book that is!) and I'll perhaps mail you a copy. (We'll be doing this for
Enslave Me Sweetly at the end of the month and yes, you can do it for both!)
The DARA conference...Well, I'm sure stories of my grand adventures are already floating around out there so I won't rehash them. Much. Got there Friday, had dinner with some friends and the wonderful agent Lucienne Driver. Did the signing -- had too much to drink. Afterward, had more drinks with the lovely Nephele Tempest (agent), Kristen Nelson (agent), Lucienne Driver (agent), Shelley Bradley (author), and a few other authors. We had too much fun. I tried to pitch everyone my Muffin Man story. Do you know the muffin man? Anyway, here's a one sentence synopsis: Muffin Man falls in love with a true female jackass, mystical portans open, there's some traveling, and it's the greatest love story ever told. It was a no go, all the way around. Even when butt plugs and nipple clamps were brought into the picture, the answer was still no. Don't worry. I'll be shoving this little gem under the bathroom stalls at another conference (that's totally a joke -- don't ever do that! Bad, bad)
Anyway, Deidre Knight -- does this Muffin Man idea interest you??? Call me, we'll chat.
Sat. morning, I had breakfast with the amazing Candace Havens and I stole her hair scrunchie. I'm not ashamed to admit it, either. I stole the thing. Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha. (It's mine now and if you want it back, Candy Havens, some of my demands will have to be met.) I hung out the rest of the day Sat., attended a workshop with the wonderful Cindy of Berkley, then headed home.
Oh, wait. How can I end my stories of the conference without telling you about one of the most delicious things my mouth has ever had the pleasure of masticating. A prime rib sandwich. I totally blame Lucienne Driver for my new found obsession with this sandwich. I would have eaten it for every meal on Sat. but the kitchen wouldn't make it for me -- even when I flashed the workers. I'm kidding. Kind of.