My sixth romcom, Your New Best Friend releases TOMORROW (or, you know, today…or whenever you see this).
You have an earworm to end all earworms now, don’t you? Yeah, me too.
More specifically, it publishes Tuesday, July 25! W00t! You can get your copy at Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Kobo, iTunes, and Smashwords (book details and buy links also here).
In the meantime, I’ve got previews, I’ve got interviews—check ’em out! Read the rest of this entry
The countdown has begun! Your New Best Friend publishes one week from today! Excerpts and guest blog posts start today, so I’m-a puttin’ my book-flogger hat on starting now.
Today there’s a little excerpt at A Little Bit Tart, A Little Bit Sweet that answers the age-old (okay, not really) question “Who’s Reginald?” Head on over to find out! If you like what you read, go here and preorder Your New Best Friend for your e-reader of choice—special promo price of only 99 cents!
Okay, even though my sixth romcom, Your New Best Friend, publishes in only 10 days (TEN, PEOPLE! THAT’S 1 – 0 !), this idiot author took a break (snerk—you’ll get it if you keep going) and entered to win tickets to the L.A. premiere of Hamilton. Why? Because I’m a longstanding theater nerd and I need to see this musical but I do not have the scratch to nip to New York City for it.
Anyway, if you enter to win by donating to the Immigrants: We Get the Job Done Coalition (a super-worthy cause!), you also get to make a #Ham4All video of yourself singing a song from Hamilton. So, against my better judgment, I did. (WHAT THE…)
Here’s the result. Don’t laugh! Unless you’re old enough to get the ’70s kids’ TV reference I used in the video. If you are, I love you, and you may laugh all you want.
Anyway, go to the Prizeo page and enter/donate, and you too can make a fool out of yourself on video. For a good cause, you understand.
Welcome to the #ChickLitMay Book Boyfriend Blog Hop, brought to you by Chick Lit Chat, where you get to vote for your favorite book boyfriend—not just for fun, but for PRIZES! (Woop woop!) Details later. Let’s talk about book boyfriends first!
UPDATE: We have winners! More woop! Read the rest of this entry
Guess what? Guess what? No, wait—you’ll never guess. But go ahead and try! …Give up? Okay, I’ll tell you. It’s this:
Isn’t it pretty?! Yer darn tootin’ it is!
So here’s the story: I’ve signed with Gemma Halliday Publishing for my sixth romcom, Your New Best Friend, which will be publishing this summer! Stay tuned for updates! In the meantime, here’s a little something about it:
Your New Best Friend
Jane Austen’s Emma made a habit of meddling in other people’s lives, but Melanie Abbott has turned it into a cottage industry.
As “modern American royalty” living in Abbott’s Bay, Massachusetts, a town founded by her ancestor, Melanie Abbott feels it’s her right—even her duty—to employ her uncanny knack for knowing exactly what everyone needs to improve their lives. She eagerly shares her wisdom and insight with her friends and neighbors…whether they ask for it or not. If only Conn Garvey, her dearest friend, agreed with her.
Connacht Garvey has been keeping an eye on Melanie since they were kids. A bit older, far more level-headed, and infinitely patient, Conn feels it’s his duty to pull Melanie back from whatever cliff’s edge she’s about to wander off. Conn thinks Melanie is egotistical, self-centered, irritating, infuriating, relentless, ridiculous…and irresistible. Not that Conn’s confessed to that last one. Yet.
When Melanie impulsively starts up a new advice-giving business, it’s an instant hit. Conn doesn’t approve, as usual, which is too bad, because Melanie’s convinced he needs her VIP package. (Of advice!) His coffeehouse is showing signs of financial trouble, plus his toxic ex is suddenly sniffing around, acting like she’s having second thoughts about their breakup. Will their friendship be blown to bits because of Melanie’s meddling…or will it become something more?
So. 2017, eh? That shouldn’t be a difficult concept to grasp. Coming year, fresh start, New Year’s resolutions, long-term plans. But for those of us who are having a hard enough time wrapping our minds around something more immediate…like…oh, I don’t know…tomorrow, maybe, or even a couple of hours from now…”next year” and its goals can be a big scary monster we’d prefer to pretend isn’t lurking in the bedroom closet. Long-term plans? I cannot even. Read the rest of this entry
I love Julie Valerie’s topic for her blog hop this month. Libraries! Avid writers/readers like me are passionate about libraries! And I’ll bet anything we have similar warm memories of the place—devouring everything in the juvenile section, from Go Dog Go to Judy Blume; discovering our genre of choice that we actually ended up writing as adults, like romance or mystery; meeting our friends there; spending rainy afternoons wandering through the stacks. We can all expound on the feeling of being surrounded by thousands of volumes, the smell of old books, the crinkling sound of the clear plastic covers protecting the hardbacks, the nice (or mean) librarian who always seemed to be behind the counter, the thunk of the card reader.
So, to avoid repeating a tale every library lover knows by heart, I’ll tell you about the time I became a fugitive from a library. In a foreign country. Read the rest of this entry
I was a member of a book club once. It was a glorious five minutes.
I live in a very small village that’s best described as pretty much entirely unlike the idyllic Stars Hollow from Gilmore Girls. It’s the Upside Down of Stars Hollow, in fact. No quirky neighbors, not many cute shops, very few fun events. Knitathon for charity? Newp. Picnic basket auction? Nuh-uh. (And don’t even get me started on the sad lack of hunky Luke types.)
Needless to say, when a friend invited me to join a book club, I exclaimed, “There’s a book club?!” and said yes without hesitation. What a rush—a circle of educated, intelligent women spanning the ages of late-thirtysomething through seventysomething, all eager to discuss literature instead of, well, one another/their friends/their relatives/their neighbors—all of those categories overlap, by the way—which is pretty much the official village sport. Read the rest of this entry
When Julie Valerie announced this month’s Fiction Writers Blog Hop theme was “bookstores,” I was so excited. The mere thought of those hallowed retail establishments inspires all the feels in me, because they’re my second home—and not just for shopping. My undergraduate degree was a BA in creative writing, which meant that it was highly likely my first job was going to be at a bookstore, and…yep, it was.
I started out at the Village Green Bookstore in Rochester, NY, for the incredible minimum wage of $3.35 an hour! When I got a whopping 25 cent raise, I thought I’d hit the big time! (Yes, I had to live with my parents, but I loved that job, so it was worth it.) My second bookstore was the Brookline Booksmith, where I worked part time while I was attending Boston College for grad school. And when I became disenchanted with teaching high school, I sought refuge at Borders, once again in Rochester. So after two indie places and a chain store, I kind of know a little bit about bookstores. Here’s the inside scoop: Read the rest of this entry
Glynis Astie, chick lit author extraordinaire, has a new book out! You need to read it! No, seriously, I had the honor of being one of Glynis’ beta readers, so I know what I’m talking about. It’s a fun, touching read about an introvert, well, gamer girl, who has to find as much courage in her real life as she displays in her beloved computer game, Spellbound, to achieve her happily-ever-after with hottie Morgan Chandler. Here’s a little sample of Gamer Girl… Read the rest of this entry
